When the reinforcements of the Nanfu Army sent by Tang Yimo rushed to Dongyang County, the war had come to an end.

The Dongyi people were defeated and fled, panicking, leaving corpses all over the ground.

This made the Nanfu army who rushed to it a little stunned.

Dongyang County, which lacked an army of cultivators, actually held it?

Moreover, the number of dead and wounded is not very large, at least the commander of the Nanfu Army saw at a glance that most of the soldiers in Dongyang County were not missing arms or legs.

In such a war, the number of people killed is so small, even less than Nanjun, it can be said that it is incredible.

But......

The interest of the soldiers of Dongyang County did not seem to be high, and there was no excitement or happiness after winning the battle.

Taishou Yangmu personally received reinforcements from the Nanfu Army.

Dongyang County and Nanjun are considered enemies, and there have been frictions between the two sides.

Yang Mu just sent a letter of aid to Nanjun with the mentality of giving it a try, but he didn't expect that Nanjun actually sent reinforcements, or an army of cultivators like Nanfu Army.

"Thank you ......"

There is complexity in Yang Mu's gaze.

The death of the master made him understand that there were no reinforcements from the imperial capital, and the emperor did not want to support Dongyang County at all.

This made a fire swell in Yang Mu's heart.

It's not just the Nanfu Army.

Followed by the Xiliang Iron Cavalry and Xiang Jiajun who came on horseback.

He asked for help from the West Gun, and the West County also sent reinforcements.

There are also iron cavalry in Beijun, and the army in light armor has entered Dongyang.

Unfortunately, the war ended.

Yang Mu thanked the three parties and told them what was happening on the battlefield.

He also told the world about the Master's achievements.

The forces of all parties were a little shocked, and when they looked at each other, they all felt incredible.

They are cultivators, and they know very well how much advantage they have over mortals.

However, the Master actually created a mythical battle in the form of a mortal.

This made them inexplicably admire the master.

The reinforcements from the counties retreated, and they withdrew from Dongyang County with news that shocked the world.

And one by one, under the white feathers of the flying pigeon, spread all over the world.

The Confucian master fell in Dongyang.

The flying pigeon fell, and the forces of all parties learned the news, and at the same time as the shock, the news spread ten, ten and hundred, and the Tianji Pavilion also passed the news, and soon spread throughout the entire Great Zhou Dynasty.

For a time, many Confucian scholars in the world wept.

But while more forces are lamenting, they are still angry.

Angry at what?

Naturally, it was the inaction of Emperor Zhou of the Angry Dynasty!

Dongyang County also sent a letter of aid to the southern, western and northern counties, as well as to the imperial capital, and the aid arrived at the earliest imperial capital, and it arrived a long time earlier, but the emperor chose to ignore it.

On the contrary, the three parties of West County, North County and South County sent reinforcements, especially South County, which had friction with Dongyang County, and all sent reinforcements at this time.

But only the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty did not take any action, not even replying to the letter.

The master had no choice but to come to Dongyang County in person, and with his own strength, he shouldered the great responsibility, burned the heroic spirit, and defeated the Dongyi invaders.

Time.

The Confucian scholars in the world were furious, and Dijing became the object of Qianfu.

Imperial Palace.

Yu Wenxiu's face was cold.

The news that the little eunuch had sent to him shocked him, and at the same time he was shocked, but also had irrepressible anger.

"North Los Angeles...... How dare you deceive me like this!"

However, the news that followed made him tremble a little like a huge wave.

Pedant...... Fall to Dongyang County.

Against the Dongyi cultivators, he shines on his sweat in one go.

Hearing the news, Yu Wenxiu's body was a little cold for a moment, and after a long time, he calmed down.

A little eunuch entered the Purple Gold Pavilion with trepidation.

"Your Majesty......"

"The master died, and the Confucian scholars in the world blamed the emperor for his inaction, and the Confucian scholars in the imperial capital were gathering on the long street to protest and ask His Majesty to give an explanation. ”

The little eunuch bowed and said, as soon as the master died, the imperial capital shook.

You must know that all Confucian scholars in the world are students of the Master, how can the world not be shaken.

Yu Wenxiu sat on the dragon chair, and there were no candles in the hall, which seemed to be black and oppressive.

"They...... What do you want me to say?"

Yu Wenxiu's cold voice came from it.

"Isn't it sad that I am sad about the teacher's death? I want this group of Confucian students to accuse me? What qualifications do they have?!"

"If the master obediently stays in the imperial capital, how can he die?"

"So, why did he leave Dijing and why did he go to Dongyang County?!"

Yu Wenxiu seemed to be emotionally agitated as she spoke, and by the end, she was almost roaring.

The little eunuch below knelt on the ground in fear, not daring to move.

"What do you mean......

"Summoning my Black Dragon Thirteen Armor. Yu Wenxiu seemed to calm down and said.

Then......

The little eunuch walked out of the Zijin Palace, and after a while, outside the hall, there was a sonorous sound of armor, and one figure after another stepped in from outside the hall.

There are a total of twelve people, all of whom are wearing black light armor, and the armor is engraved with the head of a black dragon.

"Your Majesty......"

Twelve people bowed their hands and said.

"Gather the Black Dragon Guard and suppress the chaos in the imperial capital. ”

"I am the Son of Heaven, how can I let these stinky Confucian students point fingers, even if they are pointed at by thousands of people, they are not qualified. ”

Yuwen Xiu said.

Below, the twelve people glanced at each other, and they were all bowed.

"Wow. ”

After that, the Black Dragon Twelve Armor withdrew from the Purple Gold Palace, turned over on the black horses, and ran quickly in the heavy snow.

The black dragon guards gathered, their armor was tight, and their reflection was cold and light.

On the long street of Teikyo.

A Confucian student in a Confucian shirt was scolding indignantly.

They gathered together, like a long stream, slowly heading towards the Purple Gold Palace.

Moreover, this long stream is still growing, and there are Confucian scholars from all over the world who have gathered from outside the imperial capital to join the long stream.

They need justice for the Master's death.

They needed to know why the Imperial Capital didn't send reinforcements.

Dongyi is one of the five hus, and the five hus are chaotic, but the lord of the imperial capital does not even send reinforcements.

Isn't that ridiculous?

The people around the imperial capital looked at this torrent of Confucianism, and their emotions were complicated.

in the crowd.

Qianqian, the beautiful woman in the teahouse shop, her beautiful eyes fluctuated, and it was snowing in the sky, which inexplicably made her feel cold.

"It's going to change......"

The beautiful woman pursed her lips and muttered.

The sound of horses' hooves exploded.

Snow is flying all over the ground.

In the distance, on the snow-covered long street of Dijing, there is black armor emerging like a swimming dragon.

The Black Dragon Guards rode their horses one after another, and ran rampant unscrupulously on the long street of Dijing.

This is the emperor's guard army, the cultivator army, the Black Dragon Guard, and every soldier of the Black Dragon Guard is wearing black armor and a black dragon mask, exuding an aura like death.

The head of the thirteen armors of the black dragon pulled the reins of the horse.

The eyes under his mask reflected the indignant faces of Confucian students.

Didn't say anything.

The head of the thirteen armors of the black dragon raised his palm.

Wave slowly.

After that, the black dragon guards behind him rode their horses and charged out like cavalry.

The sharp spear reflected the white shadow of the snow on the ground, tearing apart the snowflakes falling from the sky.

Red blood, unyielding rage, sprinkled all over the ground.

The long street of the imperial capital is full of blood, and this day is the difficulty of Confucianism in the world.

in the crowd.

The people were all broken, and many were paralyzed to the ground in fear by the sight in front of them.

The beautiful woman Qianqian covered her mouth, and her eyes were full of disbelief.

The sound of horses' hooves gradually stopped.

And on the long street of Dijing, there were dense corpses of Confucians.

Blood fell from the sky, and even the blood was stained red.

The sword in Kong Nanfei's hand, who rushed to hear the news, fell to the ground, and looked blankly at the corpses of Confucian beings all over the ground.

His lips chattered for a while, and the expression on his face suddenly changed from crying to laughter.

He thought of the disappointed look on his master's face when he finally left the Library.

Yu Wenxiu has changed......

The imperial capital has also changed.

Kong Nanfei suddenly wanted to laugh, the Great Zhou Dynasty was established by Confucianism, so many years.

There was such a tragic situation on the long street of Dijing.

Several black dragon guards were still dripping blood with their spears, and the eyes under the black dragon mask looked at Kong Nanfei mercilessly.

The Black Dragon Thirteen Jia sat on the black horse, and also quietly looked at Kong Nanfei, who seemed to be crazy.

The atmosphere was a little stagnant for a while.

Kong Nanfei glanced at these black dragon guards, he had personally cultivated the black dragon guards, and these black dragon guards had now become terrible executioners.

Slap yourself.

Kong Nanfei turned to leave, and Xiao Se's figure gradually disappeared in the wind and snow.

He did not return to the Library, but walked out of the imperial capital and disappeared into the heavy official road covered with snow.

......

A horse-drawn carriage galloped outside North Los Angeles, and the horses were panting tiredly.

Mo Tianyu has experienced a lot of vicissitudes, his beard is rubbed, and the whole person is a little sluggish and has lost his soul.

He pulled a figure out of the carriage.

Looking at Beiluo, his eyes fluctuated.

He said goodbye to Yang Mu and hurried to North Los Angeles, and now he has finally arrived.

"Master, you are coming here to retire, and now, the students have brought you here. ”

Mo Tian said.

He trudged through the snow and walked towards North Los Angeles step by step.

North Lo.

Island in the middle of the lake.

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair, as if he sensed something, and the white shirt on his body was hunting in the wind.

He raised his hand and waved it slightly.

The gate of Beiluo City was naturally opened, and the snow and ice all over the ground melted, as if a clean avenue was opened for Mo Tianyu, leading directly to the island in the heart of Beiluo Lake.

Mo Tianyu looked at the ice and snow melting, spotless avenue, and his face fluctuated slightly.

He came from the east, and the master had hoped to retire on the island in the middle of the lake, but it never came true, so Mo Tianyu hoped that the master could be buried on the island in the heart of the lake in Beiluo.

It can be regarded as fulfilling a wish before his death.

Tighten the figure behind you.

Mo Tianyu carried his master on his back and walked forward slowly.

There was still snow in the sky, but all the snowflakes were bypassing Mo Tianyu's head, and they were not stained in the slightest.

......

Outside the Tianhan Customs.

Nie Changqing carried a knife in the snow, his body was like a light swallow, stepping in the snow, stepping on the snow without a trace.

He quickly caught up with Li Sansi.

Because, he found that Li Sansi was fighting the Xirong army alone.

Nie Changqing drew his knife and slashed it down, and the wind and snow in the sky were all dissipated.

"Where is King Sijon?"

Nie Changqing said coldly.

His sword made the Xijon army almost lose the desire to fight.

Finally, there was a leader of the Xijon tribe, who said in fear: "King Xijon...... It's dead!"

"A palm fell from the sky, slapped the king of Xijon to death, and the gods punished him!"

The leaders of the tribes of Sijon fell to their knees.

The cultivators of the Great Zhou are terrible!

Li Sansi and Nie Changqing glanced at each other, Nie Changqing seemed to think of something, and the evil aura in his eyes gradually dissipated.

"It seems...... It was Childe who made a move. ”

Childe is still very optimistic about Nie Shuang.

Nie Changqing slowly exhaled a breath of hot air.

With another wave of the pig-killing knife in his hand, the snow was cut out of the ravine.

The Xijon army suddenly began to flee frantically.

They had tried to fight back, but Nie Changqing's knife made them lose any temper.

The Xirong army is on the run, while Nie Changqing and Li Sansi are holding a knife and a sword.

Like two evil stars that drive sheep, they followed behind the army of Xijon.

Drove the army of Xijon all the way to the west.

......

North County.

Xuan Tai slapped the table hard.

The tea on the table shook and overflowed.

"Jiang Li was imprisoned?!"

"What's wrong with unloading the armor and returning to the field?

"This little emperor's brain is in water!"

Xuan Taixuan was furious.

His face turned red, and his eyes were even more angry, he let Jiang Li go back, did you let the little emperor let him go to prison?

And that's not all.

What shocked Taixuan even more was that the news came back one after another.

One of the things that made him feel most incredible was the fall of the master, which was the great Confucianism and the pillar of the Great Zhou Dynasty!

The death of the master is equivalent to the collapse of the pillars of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Why did they dare not attack the Great Zhou for a long time?

It's because there is a national teacher Kong Xiu in the Great Zhou!

As for those black dragon guards...... Will Xiang Shaoyun be afraid?

I'm afraid of them balls.

The army of cultivators, who doesn't have it!

Even Beijun has its own army of cultivators.

"If you don't send reinforcements, you want to use the momentum of Wuhu to cut the power of the counties, good you little emperor!"

Yu Taixuan sat back on the chair, he took a sip of tea, and seemed to feel that it was not enjoyable, so he directly picked up the teapot and poured it into his mouth.

He remembered the dream, the dream...... He slashed the black dragon with a sword, and the dragon's blood was sprinkled all over his body.

He jerked down the teapot.

It was as if he had finally made up his mind.

He looked at the attendants beside him and said, "Go and invite the giant and Mo Ju to come over." ”

The attendant received the order and bowed and retreated.

Tianhan Guan.

Between the snowfalls, Mo Ju is dressed in a crane, standing in the city tower, the cold wind blows his face, looking at the endless vast snowfield.

Mo Ju's eyes couldn't help but show all kinds of pictures.

In the picture, he is crouched on the side of the road in rags, and a carriage passes by, but it stops beside him, and from the carriage, a kind old man looks at him with a smile.

He has gone from being an unknown person in the Mo family to becoming the wisdom of Beijun, and a large part of it is because of the old man's help and guidance.

Although, there is a purpose for Mo Ju to guide the other party's guidance, but ...... In his darkest time, he was given the brightest light, and that feeling of hope, Mo Ju was grateful.

"Master, let's go. ”

Mo Ju looked at the snow all over the ground, as if he was reflected by the snow, and tears oozed from his eyes.

Distance.

The hurried footsteps of the attendant pulled Mo Ju back from his thoughts.

"Mr. Mo, Taishou invites you to go to the study. ”

The attendant bowed.

With his head bowed and his scarf draped, he went to the direction of the study.

When I got to the study, I took off the crane and shook off the snow on it.

Xuan Tai and Mo Beike were already waiting in the distance.

Mo Ju seemed to feel the seriousness and solemnity of the atmosphere.

After sitting in a chair.

Tan Tai Xuan took a deep breath, suddenly stood up, and bowed his hand towards Mo Beike and Mo Ju.

"Thank you both for your continued support. ”

"I hope that in the future, I can still get the help and companionship of the two of you. ”

Mo Beike narrowed his eyes, he felt that Tai Xuan's emotions didn't seem quite right.

Mo Ju naturally sensed the problem.

"The national teacher is falling, Jiang Li is in prison, and the five are chaotic, but the emperor has no movement, and I will wait for us to throw my head and spill my blood......"

"What are we trying to fight against Xirong for? Isn't it just so that the land behind us will not be disturbed and the people can be free from foreign persecution? But what did the Great Zhou Emperor do?"

"Since he himself doesn't cherish this land, then this land wants this emperor...... What's the use?!"

Xuan Taixuan said.

His voice was sonorous and loud in the study.

Mo Ju's breathing was slightly rapid.

Mo Beike stroked the chair, obviously, his heart was not as calm as it seemed.

Taixuan's words made him guess something.

"So ......"

Yutaixuan sat upright, looked around at the two of them, and said slowly.

The voice is very calm, but under this calm, there is a determination that makes people's hearts shocked.

"I want to establish a new dynasty, the name of the country, the great mystery. ”

"I am the king, call the king of Beixuan. ”

"Raise your troops to fight Zhou!"