"How can you see it? Won't our dynasty learn a lesson!" Emperor Beiwu had already raised his voice at this time, and he felt that he was already a little unable to control the scene.

"Learn a lesson?" Zhao Guangling laughed miserably: "Of course I know what your idea is, that is, cultural governance and martial arts, the best of both worlds, the idea is good, but unfortunately in the end, either the west wind overwhelms the east wind, or the east wind overwhelms the west wind." The premise of the peace is that the civil and military generals are all famous ministers in the world, and they have enough wisdom and mind! Can you guarantee that a hundred years later, you, the courtier of the restored dynasty, can still be Nie Wanliu and Nalan Blood Demon!"

"You!"

You may have the talent of an emperor through the ages, but can you still guarantee that after a hundred years, your children and grandchildren will have the same talent as you?

Emperor Li Xuanqi of the Northern Martial Arts opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak, and the courtiers standing quietly on both sides were already standing like statues. Zhao Guangling's words are very realistic, and the reality is bloody and cruel. Yes, in the hundred years of the Northern Kingdom, among the three generations of emperors, two generations are shouting that Wenchen governs the country, and in fact, governs the country with force, so that a deformed and powerful army is born, and the father and grandfather of Emperor Beiwu do not want to govern martial arts, but they are not capable of playing at all!

Fengyuan Continent, the gods prevail, the heavens rule everything, itself is a world with a high value of force, if you don't use the literati to govern the country, as if you don't give the holy sword a scabbard, sooner or later one day will be hurt by the edge of the sword, any regime, if you want to be stable, you have to put civilization on the top of the force, you can only govern the country by civil servants, and the status of military generals is slightly lower, but how can the status of military generals be neither lowly, nor too high to threaten Wenchen, there has been no conclusion for thousands of years, and even, how to solve the problem of the Wenchen group with their own higher status to practice and suppress military generals, there is no decent way for thousands of years！

"I won't say anything else, just say that your dynasty, the Black Feather Army, the Vermilion Bird Battalion, and even some of the Jianzhou Iron Cavalry are willing to abandon the ancestral family temple and follow you to form a new nation. These armed conquests are indeed powerful, but once there is no way to fight, where do you let them go?"

Zhao Guangling's words were loud, and the Qianqing Palace of the Northern Martial Emperor was silent, and within the first ten seconds of Zhao Guangling's words, no one answered, and no one knew how to deal with the situation that seemed to be out of control in front of him. Emperor Beiwu stood in front of the throne in a daze, a pair of orange-yellow eyes rolled and wandered, rolled and hesitated, rolled and wavered, and rolled in fear, but in the end, it was still solidified into an unshakable persistence.

"Even if I am crushed, I will not hesitate to do it. Such thoughts flashed through his mind millions of times, so that his life had no way to take a step back from the beginning.

"It's useless to complain, there has to be a way to solve it. Emperor Beiwu's tone softened, and his stalemate body softened, he took a step back relaxedly, and sat upright on the throne: "My Sixth Dynasty, even if it has been humiliated, can still be successfully restored-"

"My Seventh Dynasty will be like that sooner or later, so you have no right to be proud. Zhao Guangling's voice was calm, so calm that the Manchu civil and military forces of the Sixth Dynasty felt frightened. Nalan Blood Demon and Nie Wanliu suddenly took a step forward at the same time, and this moment was exactly the tenth second after Zhao Guangling's generous statement.

Nalan Blood Demon: "Holy Lord, please execute such demons!"

Nie Wanliu: "Holy Lord, the minister thinks that if you can invite the guerrilla general Yinchen from the previous dynasty, this thousand-year-old problem can be solved!"

Nie Wanliu's words made Zhao Guangling turn his face suddenly, glaring at him deeply, fiercely, but he didn't say a word.

When Emperor Beiwu saw this, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, but he never showed a smile.

"I don't want to hear such remarks about the execution of Zhao Guangling and Ling Hua. In the calm voice of Emperor Beiwu, there was a great determination and a little bit of competitive provocation: "In a lifetime, if you don't steam steamed buns and fight for breath, let alone the country! Zhao Guangling, since you have provoked this topic, then I, whether I travel to the ends of the earth, visit celebrities and hermits, or build a golden platform, and invite heroes from all over the world, in short, I will definitely solve this trouble—not only to convince you, but also to give an explanation to the ancestors and the people of the world!" The change of dynasties, the overturning of the power lords, the slaughter of hundreds of cities at every turn, and the shedding of thousands of miles, such a cycle of reincarnation is time to end. ”

"You won't kill me?" Zhao Guangling showed a slight shock: "I thought that today was the time for me to go to the execution ground-"

"What problem can I solve if I kill you? If I don't kill you, what trouble can I cause?" Emperor Beiwu suddenly sneered, and at the moment when Nie Wan set aside a list of suggestions, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he came up with another means to break through Zhao Guangling's psychological defense, or in other words, a means to break through the century-old glory of the Southern Kingdom.

Emperor Beiwu lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then said, "I heard that when you were in power, you became crazy?"

Zhao Guangling nodded without hesitation: "The former mediocre and rotten are not worthy of being a king." ”

"Then," the sneer on Emperor Beiwu's face slowly expanded: "I will seek some justice for those loyal people in the southern kingdom who have been wrongfully imprisoned, and today, I will take the royal family!"

When he said the last four words, he finally saw Zhao Guangling's face change. "Good. There was a faint smug in his heart.

"Come on, sit for the two of you!" Emperor Beiwu immediately took action: "Interrogate Dai Quan, the chief administrator of the Great Interior, Xia Shouzhong, interrogate Zhan Guang, Pan Rengui-"

After a short time, a large number of people knelt down in the Qianqing Palace, not only the eunuchs and palace maids who accompanied the emperor, but also many Wenchen who were stranded in Pershing City, including Zhao Yu, were escorted to Emperor Beiwu, and under the torture of the cruel Six Doors, they were forced to tell as many treasure locations as possible.

This torture feast was not much better than slaughtering the city, Zhao Guangling's face turned pale when he saw it, and Ling Hua, who was almost about to faint, instead cheered up, and even reached out to hold Zhao Guangling's hand, trembling through every minute.

Zhao Guangling's pale face gradually became ruddy, not full of red light, but full of shame, because all kinds of precious toys that were copied from King Chong's mansion not long ago are now displayed in turn on the main hall for Emperor Beiwu to taste.

On this day, all the savings of the 106 years of the founding of the Seventh Dynasty were recovered by the builders and former owners of Pershing.

The torture lasted until the middle of the night, Zhao Guangling sat down, sat among the ministers of the northern country, looked at Zhao Yu who was beaten to pieces with remorse and grief, watched Xia Shouzhong almost crushed into mud, listened to Dai Quan's scolding, and looked at those post-party, eunuch courtiers, eunuchs knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, kowtowed like machine guns, and worshiped Emperor Beiwu as the great god emperor in the sky and the infinite emperor on the earth. Among them, the one who shouted the most was precisely that Zhan Guang, and the second one was the insect snake Taoist.

Zhao Guangling's hand trembled and clenched.

Emperor Beiwu's face turned blue with anger.

Two men, two men with imperial spirit, finally understood at this moment why the Seventh Dynasty, which was rich and rich in the world, was defeated!

The young Emperor Beiwu finally understood at this time how distorted human nature could be under the education of Confucianism.

That is a more terrible servility than the slave of Jianzhou. And this kind of servility is a poison that no dynasty can avoid! The world is so big, and the doctrine of Confucianism is the greatest; for a continent that does not have the true principles of Confucius and Mencius, the so-called "great Confucianism" theory of science and mind, which blindly kneels and licks the soles of the rulers' feet, has become the most civilized and advanced theory of governing the country on this continent.

Such a terrible theory destroyed the Second Dynasty.

Such a theory called on the people to bury with their own hands the Third Dynasty, which brought them the glory of the people of the great country.

Such a theory and the corrupt Confucian scribes who believed in this theory, the sour inkman, almost became the driving force behind the rise and fall of the Fourth to Sixth Dynasties. They depose the emperor, they change dynasties, they fool the people, they are the real arrogance and lasciviousness! A little Zhan Guang has a wealth that is not weaker than that of the king of the United States in a few years, and a little Pan Rengui, by reselling the soldiers of the forbidden army, is really rich and rivals the country!

The wealth looted from this torture is as high as 400 percent of Pershing City's total economy.

In front of this pile of mountain wealth, Emperor Beiwu and Zhao Guangling felt their own insignificance at the same time.

Both of them are righteous kings with their hearts, and they are both latent and unaware of the right path, but one of them is far away from the center of the rule of Confucianism, and they started from the barren land of bitter cold and remote, "untouchables everywhere", focusing on practical work to prevent the infiltration of Confucianism, and the other is involuntarily in the center of this corrupt Confucianism, forced to be incompetent, forced to accumulate countless wealth, and forced to become a tyrant hated by all the people. When the apparent imperial war came to an end, the two emperors of the empire finally vaguely captured a terrifying silhouette of the underworld forces hidden under the strife.

The big families, the vested interest groups after the class solidification, used the corrupt Confucian doctrine as a weapon, ruled the world, more than a thousand years, when the heaven of civilization came, they took advantage of this day, pretending to be civilization, poisoning the world, in a vain attempt to "family business forever" forever.

The dynasty changed, the emperor was abolished, and wave after wave of former ministers were bloodily purged, but no matter who became the owner of Pershing, the great families in the south, the lords of the castles in the Central Plains, the Nuer tribes in the northern country, the kings of the steppes, and the Brahmin masters of Simberia, they always used a little pitiful money to offer to the emperor, and then continued to maintain local rule for thousands of years until the arrival of the next thousand years.

"The imperial power does not go to the countryside", "the first city must be slaughtered in the national war", "the country is destroyed, the capital must be slaughtered", "the lord is worried about the humiliation of the ministers, and the lord is humiliated and the ministers flee", "life is born and 369, one day is a slave, and the eternity is a slave", "etiquette is the armor, and loyalty is the gancao", these so-called "heavenly rules" all come from the mouth of Ling Dongde and the pen of Kong Hongkai, but no one has dared to expose the false mask of his pseudo-heavenly rules in person for thousands of years. Until that bloody twilight.

The appearance of silver dust is almost like the doomsday knight under the wrath of the heavens, smashing all the sour, smelly, and servile things, and sweeping away all false education.

This time, I picked up the royal family, and I picked up an unexpected horror.

【Late Night】

In the Heart Cultivation Palace, Emperor Beiwu and Zhao Guangling sat opposite each other, while Ling Hua sat alone on the threshold of the main hall, blowing a cold wind, and his graceful body looked very weak under the night.

"Did you already know that that silver dust was the key to breaking the game?" Emperor Beiwu spoke first, without hatred and contempt for his former enemies, only the shock and solemnity after suddenly understanding the truth.

"I didn't know at first, but I knew for sure when he opened the Divine Workshop. Zhao Guangling's voice was full of fear and luck: "In the dogma of the ancient sages, treasures are given by heaven, and people can't force them, but ...... Heavenly Bestow can't be so frequent, right?"

"So you named him the candidate King of Wuling?"

"Wrong, Soul Fixing Plate. Zhao Guangling's answer made Emperor Beiwu's face change slightly.

Both were silent.

"That's it. Emperor Beiwu snorted coldly: "Originally, I really wanted to humiliate you, but who would have thought that you didn't look like a defeated person from beginning to end." However, my subordinates also want a name and an explanation, and I don't dare to let you go, anyway, now you don't have the heart to be an emperor, just be an ordinary person in Pershing City. ”

Zhao Guangling listened to his words and wanted to laugh, but the smug smile fell back as soon as the corners of his mouth climbed. "I wanted to say that you can't be the lord of the world at all, after all, my means have been launched, and no one can stop, but now, you and I have seen the potential behind the change of dynasty, even if I don't accept you, how can I laugh at and slander your actions, isn't that fifty steps and a hundred steps? I hope that you can cut through that shady curtain and seek a real justice for us and other imperial families!"

"Okay! I am sure of what I say!" Emperor Beiwu stretched out his hand and held it tightly with the Spirit Emperor, not with Zhao Guangling's hand.

At this time, they realized that they were emperors, but they were just poor pawns of that servile civilization!

Emperor Beiwu now understands that Pershing City is actually not fundamentally different from Phoenix City. Fengyuan Continent, the lord humiliates the ministers and flees, the monarch rebels against the ministers, and the other dramas are staged again and again in the interior of the powerful and powerful, and those villains lurking among the courtiers are the ugliest, dirtiest and most powerful force in the world.

This is an era of writing but no civilization, religion but no faith, and this era, with the appearance of the suspected Doomsday Knight, has come to an end.

The Spirit Emperor left, leaving with Empress Linghua, and never appeared in this majestic palace again, the Spirit Emperor was lucky, and even the Beiwu Emperor who had fought with him was also lucky to become a witness of a new era.

But they are not the founders and controllers of that new era, and their abilities are still insufficient.