Li has thousands of miles of fertile land, which is inseparable from this magical power.
Even if it is not a magical power that can be used directly to kill, it can still play a very powerful role on the battlefield.
It can be said that although the Li Kingdom was divided, the Zhao family was still able to sit firmly on the throne, and a large part of the reason was due to this magical power.
I have to say.
"So damn handsome!"
Ying Wuji exclaimed sincerely. Not to mention the practicality of this magical power, just the grand scene of controlling the world is what all pretentious people dream of. After all...
Being strong or not is only a temporary matter.
Being handsome or not is a lifelong matter.
No!
Even if you die, people will remember your famous scenes of showing off.
The strong wind has not stopped, but the viewing stand has regained some calm.
From afar, a loud horse neigh was heard, followed by the sound of a carriage rumbling.
A five-horse carriage slowly drove up on the road paved with flying stones.
Finally, it stopped gracefully beside the reception platform.
"Your Majesty has arrived!"
The eunuch's voice sounded.
Everyone present saluted.
"Your Majesty, welcome!"
"Welcome King Li!"
After much urging, Zhao Ji finally got off the carriage.
Jiang Taiyuan laughed and greeted him: "Your Majesty, King Li, you are here early!"
"Your Excellency, have been waiting for a long time!"
Zhao Ji smiled slightly and waved his hand. The flying stone road was instantly changed. After the carriage drove smoothly down the ground, the flying stones slowly fell to the southeast. Pieces of gravel of different sizes fell one after another and were piled up in an orderly manner to form a star-gazing platform.
Although it was made of rubble, the platform looked incredibly solid.
The whole process went so smoothly that it was hard to even hear the sound of stones colliding.
Zhao Ji's attainments in taking advantage of the situation on earth can be seen from this.
The children of the Wei and Han families present all showed solemn and worried expressions.
Although King Li did not attain sainthood during his retreat this time, his cultivation seemed to have reached a higher level.
Zhao Ji then smiled slightly and made a gesture of invitation: "Master, please come in!"
"Your Majesty, King Li, please!"
"Please come together!"
Zhao Ji and Jiang Taiyuan laughed loudly, and then walked hand in hand to the main seat on the reception platform.
Although Jiang Taiyuan was far inferior to Zhao Ji in terms of both cultivation and actual status, he was the highest official of Zhou Yuefu after all, and according to Zhou rituals, he was on an equal footing with the princes.
He was not stage-frightened and treated Zhao Ji like old friends who had not seen each other for many years.
Of course, the Zhou emperor could also send an official with real power.
However, this is a grand gathering of hundreds of schools of thought, and nominally it should not be mixed with any political factors. It would be just right to send a Music Bureau Order.
Zhao Ji looked at the sky and it was almost noon.
He smiled slightly and said loudly: "Masters, now that you have arrived, please show yourself!"
As soon as he finished speaking, bursts of rosy clouds appeared in the east.
In front of this rosy glow, even the midday sun seemed to be much dimmer.
An old man in a white Confucian robe came walking on the clouds.
He was dressed simply and without any fancy decorations.
But every move reveals his nobility.
It arrived on the clouds and landed on the star-gazing platform.
He bowed to everyone present and walked towards the viewing stand.
"Master Meng, how are you?"
Zhao Ji bowed politely according to Zhou etiquette.
Master Meng smiled faintly and said, "After several years of separation, His Majesty King Li is still as majestic as ever, but I have become old and frail. It's really a pity!"
"Master Meng is so modest!"
Jiang Taiyuan laughed out loud: "Master Meng is still handsome as he grows older. He looks more and more like a god as he grows older. To say that he is old and frail is too modest."
Master Meng choked and took another look at Jiang Taiyuan's official uniform, confirming that he was the Music Bureau Director. He could not help but be a little surprised: "The Director is so young, yet he is highly regarded by the Emperor of Zhou. His behavior is unconventional, and he is indeed a wonderful person!"
Jiang Taiyuan said cheerfully: "What wonderful person or not, Master Meng must have forgotten me. You taught me at the Jixia Academy!"
"you……"
Master Meng obviously did not recognize Jiang Taiyuan.
Jiang Taiyuan felt a little embarrassed, so he lowered his voice and said, "Master Meng, I am Jiang Taiyuan..."
"ginger……"
Meng Fuzi knew that this was the country's surname, but he really couldn't remember the name Jiang Taiyuan.
Jiang Taiyuan whispered, "I was the one who almost burned down the academy when I was drunk."
Master Meng was still puzzled, but he tried to comfort her: "It's okay, Master, I don't bear grudges!"
Jiang Taiyuan: "..."
“Puff…”
On the viewing stand, Zhao Ning couldn't help but smile.
Ying Wuji smacked his lips and said, "This Master Meng is also a wonderful person!"
The land of Qi and Lu is the hometown of Confucius and Mencius. Meng Yu is the great-grandson of the sage Meng. After the Jixia Academy fell out with the Tian family, all the sages' disciples left and Meng Yu became the current master of the Jixia Academy.
Although his status is not as high as that of a saint, he is also a well-deserved powerful person in the realm of enlightenment.
The way he appeared today did seem a bit like he was trying to show off, but he actually seemed to be quite gentle and easy-going.
Ying Wuji couldn't help but feel emotional. This is what a great scholar can be called.
In the online novels I read in my previous life, the great scholars in the novels were all petty and jealous of other people's talents. They suppressed the protagonist who had become a saint by plagiarizing others. It was really hard to describe.
On the reception platform, the three of them exchanged greetings for a moment, then invited Master Meng to take his seat.
Just as Master Meng took his position, the sound of birds singing was heard from the western sky.
Although it was the sound of birds chirping, the sound of a machine could be faintly heard.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a huge roc with a wingspan of nearly ten feet swooping down from the sky and heading straight for the observatory.
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