Feeling inexplicably uneasy, Zhao Si took out his cell phone and somehow sent a message to Li Yi.
[Zhao Si]: Brother Yi, about this rain.
Not long after the message was sent, Zhao Si received a reply before he finished typing the next paragraph.
【Li Yi】: It will stop after three days.
These five short words, with their unquestionable meaning, also dispelled Zhao Si's inner uneasiness.
If Brother Yi says stop, then we will definitely stop.
It was drizzling in Jiuzhou. Li Changsheng was wearing a bamboo hat and sitting in a wooden boat.
The river he was sailing on was originally land, but now it has become a large river.
"Immortal."
An old Taoist in green clothes landed on the bow of the boat, bent down slightly and walked into the straw shed. He came to the ordinary young man and bowed respectfully.
"We have already found out about the corruption issues in the remaining dynasties. Thousands of people were involved. Almost all officials of the entire dynasty were involved."
The young man didn't even raise his eyelids, and said calmly: "Kill them all. Since I have said it before, if they still dare to take action, then don't blame me for not warning you."
Now all the food in the world is under the control of the Moon Palace, but after all, the food needs to be stored in local granaries, so corruption is inevitable. Tu'er is very strict with these corruptions, but he is also very humane and lets a loophole.
Public is nine, private is one.
But human greed is insatiable, and there will always be people who want more.
Li Changsheng would not play "private versus one" with them. Basically, as long as they were found out, they would be killed without mercy regardless of their identity or cultivation level.
He has the determination and the ability.
"Human hearts are like water that can never be filled. Dynasties no longer need to exist. It is time to sweep them into history."
"yes."
The brief conversation between the two men had already determined the life and death of the remaining dynasties in the world, as well as the lives of those emperors.
Taoist Qingxuan continued, "Master, the monk's relics can no longer suppress the flood. What should we do next?"
"Let's go to the plateau, where the water won't flood and it's easier to divert water and release the floodwater."
“But there’s no place to farm.”
"Don't worry, I'm here."
Li Changsheng stretched his hand out of the boat and slightly stirred the water surface. In an instant, the water flow returned to normal and the grass and trees on both sides began to grow.
He blew out a slight breath, and thousands of pear trees blossomed.
"Soldiers are born."
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