Chapter 193 What use is there for this emperor in this land? [First update, please subscribe]
When the reinforcements from Nanjun and Nanfu troops sent by Tang Yimo arrived in Dongyang County, the war had already come to an end.
The Dongyi people were defeated and fled in panic, leaving corpses all over the ground.
This surprised the Southern Army that had rushed over.
How could Dongyang County, which lacked an army of cultivators, be defended?
Moreover, the number of casualties was not that large. At least the commander of the Southern Army took a look and found that most of the soldiers from Dongyang County were not missing any limbs.
In such a war, the death toll was so small, even less than that in Nanjun. It is simply incredible.
but……
The soldiers of Dongyang County did not seem to be in high spirits, and they did not feel the slightest bit of excitement and happiness after winning the battle.
Governor Yang Mu personally received the reinforcements from the Southern Palace Army.
Dongyang County and Nan County were considered enemies, and there had been frictions between the two sides.
Yang Mu sent a letter of assistance to Nanjun just with the mentality of giving it a try, but he did not expect that Nanjun actually sent reinforcements, and they were an army of cultivators such as the Nanfu Army.
"Thank you..."
There was complexity in Yang Mu's eyes.
The death of the Master made him realize that there would be no reinforcements from the capital, and the Emperor did not want to support Dongyang County at all.
This made Yang Mu's heart surge with anger.
It's not just the Southern Army.
Following closely behind them were the Xiliang cavalry and Xiang's army.
He asked for help from Xijun, and Xijun also sent reinforcements.
There were also cavalrymen in Beijun, and a lightly armored army entered Dongyang.
Sadly, the war is over.
Yang Mu thanked the three parties and recounted what happened on the battlefield.
The Master's achievements were also told to the world.
All the forces were somewhat shocked, and after looking at each other, they all felt it was incredible.
They are practitioners, and they know very well how much advantage they have over ordinary people.
However, the Master, with his mortal body, created a battle that seemed like a myth.
This made them inexplicably admire the Master.
The reinforcements from various counties retreated, leaving Dongyang County with news that shocked the world.
And the news spread all over the world under the vibration of the white feathers of carrier pigeons.
The Confucian master died in Dongyang.
When the carrier pigeon landed, all forces learned the news. While they were shocked, the news spread from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred. The Tianji Pavilion also forwarded the news, and it soon spread throughout the entire Zhou Dynasty.
For a time, many Confucian scholars all over the world cried bitterly.
But more forces were furious while expressing their feelings.
What was he angry about? Of course, he was angry at the inaction of the Great Zhou Emperor's capital! Dongyang County sent letters of assistance to Nan County, Xi County, Bei County and the Imperial Capital at the same time. The first letter of assistance arrived in the Imperial Capital, and it arrived a long time ago. However, the emperor chose to ignore it.
On the contrary, West County, North County and South County sent reinforcements, especially South County, which had friction with Dongyang County, and sent reinforcements at this time.
However, the capital of the Zhou Dynasty did not take any action, and did not even reply to the letter.
The Master had no choice but to go to Dongyang County in person, shoulder the heavy responsibility with his own strength, burn with righteousness, and defeat the Dongyi invaders.
For a while.
Confucian scholars all over the world were extremely angry, and the imperial capital became the target of public criticism.
Imperial capital.
Yuwen Xiu's face was cold.
The news brought to him by the young eunuch shocked him, and at the same time, he was filled with uncontrollable anger.
"Beiluo City... How dare you bully me like this!"
However, the news that followed was like a huge wave that made him tremble.
Master...died in Dongyang County.
Fight against the Dongyi cultivators and make their mark in history.
Upon hearing the news, Yuwen Xiu's body turned cold for a moment, and it took a long time for him to calm down.
A young eunuch entered the Purple Gold Pavilion in fear.
"His Majesty……"
"The Master has died, and the Confucian scholars of the world blame the Imperial Capital for not taking action. The Confucian scholars in the Imperial Capital are gathering on the long street to protest and demand an explanation from Your Majesty."
The young eunuch bowed and said, “The death of the Master shook the entire capital.”
You know, all Confucian scholars in the world are Confucius' students. How could the world not be shocked?
Yuwen Xiu sat on the dragon throne. There were no candles lit in the hall, making it gloomy.
"What explanation do they want me to give?"
Yu Wenxiu's cold voice came from it.
"Don't I feel sad about my teacher's death? Do you want these scholars to blame me? What qualifications do they have?!"
"If the Master had stayed in the Imperial Capital obediently, how could he have died?"
"So, why did he leave the Imperial Capital and go to Dongyang County?!"
As Yu Wenxiu spoke, he seemed to become more and more emotional, and at the end, he was almost roaring.
The young eunuch below knelt on the ground in fear, not daring to move.
"You're being criticized by everyone, right?"
"Call here my Thirteen Black Dragons." Yuwen Xiu seemed to have calmed down and said.
After that...
The young eunuch left the Purple Gold Palace. After a while, the sound of armor clanging was heard outside the palace, and figures walked in one after another.
There were twelve people in total, all wearing light black armor with a black dragon head engraved on the armor.
"His Majesty……"
The twelve people bowed and said.
"Gather the Black Dragon Guards to suppress the chaos in the Imperial Capital."
"I am the Son of Heaven. How can I allow these stinking scholars to point fingers at me? Even if thousands of people point fingers at me, they have no right to do so."
Yuwen Xiu said.
Below, the twelve people looked at each other and nodded.
“Yes.”
Afterwards, the Twelve Black Dragons withdrew from the Purple Gold Palace, mounted their black horses, and galloped rapidly in the snow.
The Black Dragon Guards gathered, wearing heavy armor that reflected the cold light.
On the long streets of the imperial capital.
The Confucian scholars dressed in Confucian robes were cursing in indignation.
They gathered together, like a long stream, and slowly moved towards the Purple Gold Palace.
Moreover, this long flow is still growing stronger, and Confucian scholars from all over the world are gathering from outside the imperial capital to join the long flow.
They need justice for their master's death.
They need to know why Dijing doesn't send reinforcements.
The Dongyi were one of the Five Barbarians, who rioted in the Zhou Dynasty, but the ruler of the imperial capital did not even send any reinforcements.
Isn't this kind of thing ridiculous?
The people around the imperial capital looked at this flood of Confucian scholars with mixed emotions.
In the crowd.
Qianqian, the beautiful woman working in the teahouse, had fluctuating eyes. It was snowing, and she felt inexplicably cold.
"The world is going to change..."
The beautiful woman pursed her lips and murmured.
The sound of horse hooves exploded.
The snow on the ground was flying all over the place.
In the distance, on the long street of the imperial capital covered with snow, a figure in black armor appeared like a swimming dragon.
The Black Dragon Guards rode their horses and ran rampant on the streets of the Imperial Capital with impunity.
This is the emperor's guard, the army of cultivators, the Black Dragon Guard. Every soldier of the Black Dragon Guard is wearing black armor and a black dragon mask, exuding an aura like the god of death.
The leader of the Thirteen Black Dragons pulled the reins of the horse.
His eyes beneath the mask reflected the indignant faces of the Confucian scholars.
Didn't say anything.
The leader of the Thirteen Black Dragons raised his palm.
Wave slowly.
Afterwards, the Black Dragon Guards behind him rode their horses and charged out like cavalry.
The sharp spear reflected the white shadows of the snow on the ground and tore into pieces the snowflakes falling from the sky.
The bright red blood and the unyielding roar were all over the ground.
The long streets of the imperial capital were filled with blood. This day was a disaster for all the Confucian scholars in the world.
In the crowd.
The people were all terrified, and many of them collapsed to the ground in fear at the sight before them.
The beautiful woman Qianqian covered her mouth, with disbelief in her eyes.
The sound of horse hooves gradually stopped.
The long streets of the imperial capital were filled with corpses of Confucian scholars.
Blood was falling from the sky, and even the blood was dyed red.
Kong Nanfei, who rushed over after hearing the news, dropped the sword in his hand to the ground, and stared blankly at the corpses of Confucian scholars all over the ground.
His lips trembled for a while, and the expression on his face suddenly became a mixture of neither crying nor laughing.
He thought of the disappointed expression on the Master's face when he finally left the library.
Yuwenxiu has changed...
The capital has also changed.
Kong Nanfei suddenly felt like laughing. The Great Zhou Dynasty had been ruled by Confucianism for so many years.
Such a tragic scene actually occurred on the long street of the imperial capital.
The spears of several Black Dragon Guards were still dripping with blood, and the eyes under the Black Dragon masks looked at Kong Nanfei mercilessly.
The Thirteenth Black Dragon sat on the black horse, quietly looking at the seemingly crazy Kong Nanfei.
The atmosphere was a little stagnant for a moment.
Kong Nanfei glanced at these Black Dragon Guards intently. He had trained the Black Dragon Guards himself, but these Black Dragon Guards had now become terrible executioners.
Slapped himself.
Kong Nanfei turned and left, his desolate figure gradually disappearing in the wind and snow.
He did not return to the library, but walked out of the imperial capital and disappeared on the official road covered with thick snow.
…
A horse-drawn carriage galloped quickly to the outside of Beiluo City, and the horses were panting from exhaustion.
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Mo Tianyu looked much more mature, with unkempt beard, and he looked a little dazed and lost.
He carried a figure down from the carriage.
Looking at Beiluo, his eyes were wavering.
He said goodbye to Yangmu and rode at full speed to Beiluo City, and now he finally arrived.
"Master, you want to come here to retire, and now, your student brings you here."
Mo Tianyu said.
He trudged through the heavy snow, heading towards Beiluo City step by step.
Beiluo.
Island in the middle of the lake.
Lu Fan sat upright in a wheelchair, seeming to sense something, his white shirt fluttering in the wind.
He raised his hand and waved it gently.
The gate of Beiluo City opened naturally, and the snow on the ground melted away, as if a clear road was opened for Mo Tianyu, leading directly to the Beiluo Lake Island.
Mo Tianyu looked at the ice and snow melting, leaving the spotless road, and his face trembled slightly.
He came from the east, and the master had hoped to live out his old age on an island in the middle of a lake, but that never happened. So Mo Tianyu hoped that the master could be buried on an island in the middle of Beiluo Lake.
It can be considered as fulfilling one of my wishes before my death.
He tightened his gaze on the figure behind him.
Mo Tianyu carried the Master on his back and walked slowly forward.
There was still snow falling from the sky, but all the snowflakes flew over Mo Tianyu's head without getting on him at all.
…
Outside Tianhan Pass.
Nie Zhangqing walked in the snow with a sword in his hand. His figure was as light as a swallow, stepping through the white snow without leaving any trace.
He quickly caught up with Li Sansi.
Because he found that Li Sansi was fighting alone against the Western Rong army.
Nie Zhangqing drew his sword and slashed it down, and the snow and wind in the sky were all dissipated.
"Where is the King of Xirong?"
Nie Zhangqing said coldly.
This blow from his sword almost made the Western Rong army lose the desire to fight.
Finally, a leader of the Xirong tribe said in panic: "The King of Xirong... is dead!"
"A palm came down from the sky and slapped the King of Xirong to death. The gods punished him!"
The leaders of the Xirong tribe all knelt on the ground.
The practitioners of the Great Zhou are so terrifying!
Li Sansi and Nie Zhangqing looked at each other. Nie Zhangqing seemed to have thought of something, and the murderous aura in his eyes gradually dissipated.
"It seems... it was the young master who took action."
The young master is still very optimistic about Nie Shuang.
Nie Zhangqing slowly exhaled a breath of hot air.
He swung the butcher knife in his hand again, cutting a gully in the snow.
The Xirong army immediately began to flee frantically.
They had tried to fight back, but Nie Zhangqing's blow made them lose all their temper.
The Western Rong army was fleeing, while Nie Zhangqing and Li Sansi, one holding a knife and the other holding a sword.
They followed the Western Rong army like two evil stars driving away sheep.
Drive the Western Rong army all the way westward.
…
North County.
Tan Tai Xuan slapped the table hard.
The tea on the table shook and overflowed.
"Jiang Li was imprisoned?!"
"What's wrong with retiring to the countryside? Why are you putting Jiang Li in jail for murdering the late emperor?!"
"This little emperor has lost his mind!"
Tan Tai Xuan was very angry.
His face flushed red, and there was even more anger in his eyes. He let Jiang Li go back. Did he do that so that you, the little emperor, could put him in jail?
There’s more to it than that.
What shocked Tan Tai Xuan even more was the pieces of news that came back one after another.
What he found most incredible was the death of Confucius, a great Confucian scholar and the pillar of the Zhou Dynasty! Confucius' death was equivalent to the collapse of the pillar of the Zhou Dynasty.
Why did they not dare to attack Da Zhou for a long time? It was because Da Zhou had the Imperial Master Kong Xiu! As for those Black Dragon Guards... Would Tan Tai Xuan be afraid? Would Xiang Shaoyun be afraid? He was not afraid of them.
There are armies of cultivators everywhere!
Even the Northern County has its own army of cultivators.
"You don't send out reinforcements, but want to use the power of the Five Barbarians to weaken the strength of the counties. You little emperor!"
Tan Tai Xuan sat back in his chair. He took a sip of tea, but seemed unsatisfied, so he picked up the teapot and poured it into his mouth.
He remembered the dream. In the dream... he killed a black dragon with one sword, and dragon blood splattered all over his body.
He put the teapot down abruptly.
His eyes seemed to have finally made up his mind.
He looked at the attendant beside him and said, "Go and invite Juzi and Moju over."
The attendant received the order, bowed and left.
Tianhan Pass.
Amid the falling snow, Mo Ju, wearing a crane cloak, stood on the city wall. The cold wind blew on his face as he looked at the endless snowfield.
All kinds of images emerged in Mo Ju's eyes.
In the picture, he was squatting on the side of the road in ragged clothes. A horse-drawn carriage passed by and stopped beside him. From inside the carriage, a kind old man looked at him with a smile.
He went from being an unwelcome and unknown person in the Mohist School to becoming the wisdom treasure of Beijun today, and a large part of it was due to the help and guidance of the old man.
Although Mo Ju's guidance to the other party was for a purpose, but... in his darkest time, it gave him the brightest light, that feeling of hope, and Mo Ju was very grateful.
"Master, have a safe journey."
Mo Ju looked at the snow all over the ground, and tears welled up in his eyes as if stimulated by the reflection of the snow.
far away.
The hurried footsteps of the servants pulled Mo Ju back from his thoughts.
"Mr. Mo, the governor asks you to go to the study."
The attendant bowed.
Mo Ju nodded, put on a crane cloak and a silk scarf, and went towards the study.
When he got to the study, he took off his crane cloak and shook off the snow on it.
Tan Tai Xuan and Mo Beike had already been waiting in the distance.
Mo Ju seemed to feel the seriousness and solemnity of the atmosphere.
After sitting in the chair.
Tan Tai Xuan took a deep breath, suddenly stood up and bowed to Mo Beike and Mo Ju.
"Thank you both for your continued help."
"I hope I can still get your help and companionship in the future."
Mo Beike narrowed his eyes. He felt that something was wrong with Tan Tai Xuan's mood.
Mo Ju naturally noticed the problem.
"The Imperial Master died, Jiang Li was imprisoned, the Five Barbarians invaded the Zhou Dynasty, but the Imperial Capital remained silent, watching us sacrifice our lives and shed our blood..."
"Why are we fighting against the Western Rong? Isn't it to protect the land behind us from invasion and the people from persecution by foreigners? But what did the Emperor of the Great Zhou do?"
"Since he himself does not cherish this land, then what is the use of this land to this emperor?!"
Tan Tai Xuan said.
His voice echoed loudly and clearly in the study.
Mo Ju's breathing became slightly rapid.
Mo Beike stroked the chair, and it was obvious that his heart was not as calm as he appeared to be.
Tan Tai Xuan's words made him guess something.
"so……"
Tan Tai Xuan sat upright, looked around at the two of them, and spoke slowly.
The voice was very calm, but beneath this calmness lay a determination that shocked people.
"I wish to establish a new dynasty, and the name of the country shall be Daxuan."
"I am the king, and I am called King Beixuan."
"Raise troops to attack Zhou!"
(End of this chapter)