"What's more, the battle between the hundred schools of thought never stops because of anything, this is the so-called Great Dao. ”

The Divine Monarch's smile was full of malice, and he didn't seem to care at all about what made the goshawk furious.

"Confucianism has taken refuge in the crown prince and the six princes, they really want to do it, not only for you and me, but also for the Taoist Legalists and soldiers to die together, do you think that's funny?"

"Even if I work hard and am worried, the Jiangnan family is here, and we have the power to resist?"

The goshawk sighed helplessly.

He is the most accomplished disciple of the Legalist family for hundreds of years, and he is one of the few officials who has been trusted by the demon clan, but under the chaos, the land south of the Yangtze River seems to have no place to stay.

This is the chaos of the Nine Dragons Winning the Pearl, the prince wants to kill an ordinary person who is not a demon, no matter who he is, there will be no consequences, and where the demons can't see, the battle of the hundred schools is becoming more and more deadly.

"What do you want to do?"

"Save your life, that's all. ”

Goshawk began to lose patience, he knew the habits of Huang Lao Daoist, and the Divine Monarch's style seemed to come from the need to pretend to be a ghost for many years.

"If you don't say it, how can I help you?"

"If I tell you that I want to take advantage of the deposed Confucianism of the crown prince, will you help me? How can you help me?" Shenjun didn't often speak in this disgusting way, but now he was a disciple of the Legalist in front of him, "The whole of Jiangnan is the territory of Confucianism, do you think that by sweeping them out of the court, the Legalists will be able to defeat Confucianism?"

"Since Confucianism wants to clear out a hundred schools, then you and I must fight eventually, let's say, what are you going to do?"

Shenjun glanced at the goshawk deeply, he was indeed a little surprised, after all, not everyone can see the reality that the hundred schools are already in danger so quickly, many people feel that Confucianism does not have enough strength, but the fact is that Confucianism already has.

"Let Moyi live. ”

"Where is he?"

Kami-kun smiled and went to the window and lifted the curtains.

The goshawk stood up in surprise.

They were on the river, and through the window, they could see the surface of the water and a figure dressed in black on the shore.

That is the Mo family's Juzi Mo Yi.

"It's really a ...... to do everything"

It was a very large ship, with an extremely deep draft, and it seemed to have been modified by an unknown secret method, walking on the water, barely shaking, and the goshawk had always thought that it was in some hidden house, but did not expect to have walked a short distance on the water.

Many people think that Huang Lao Taoist advocates non-action, but in fact, they also advocate doing everything, and Goshawk is finally sure that Shenjun is indeed the real Huang Lao disciple.

"Do you think Moyi will survive?"

Shenjun stood by the window, letting his face hide in the shadows and revealing a dangerous smile.

"If it weren't for the corpse on the ground, he would have killed all the people a long time ago. ”

"Okay, I think that corpse is Xiang Wu, Mo Yi wants to save him, but it's almost too late. ”

"What do you want to do?" the goshawk had a guess that made him feel like he smelled rotten flesh and made me vomit, "Do you want to?"

"It would have been better if Mo Yi was dying, but unfortunately it seems that it is impossible. Shenjun walked to the table and sat on the chair in a posture that would be comfortable for anyone who looked at it, "Fortunately, there is still Xiang Wu." ”

"You're not afraid it's too late?"

"It won't be too late. ”

Goshawk felt that he couldn't help but hit him if he looked at Shenjun's smiling face again, so he turned his face to look at the battle on the riverbank.

Mo Yi really has no possibility of losing, he is using the moves that the Mo family has passed down since ancient times, which is suitable for one enemy against a hundred, and the people besieging him are too far away to have a chance at all.

"It is worthy of the Mo family, and the depth of the heritage is amazing. I heard that the Jiangnan family once besieged Bai Gongzi and forced her to get out of her skin with paint, but I think it's just such a battle. ”

And the same group of people, they besieged Mo Yi, but they didn't have any chance, this is the power that the Mo family has accumulated for thousands of years.

"That's why I chose the Mo family. Shenjun smiled and nodded, then stood up, "It's time." ”

Xiang Wu was dying.

But the people besieging Moyi still fought to the death, and they had no chance of winning, but they rushed up one after another to die.

Mur regretted it a little at first.

He won't die, but Xiang Wu can't hold on anymore.

At this moment, two people came to him.

Mo Yi knew them, they were the Goshawk of the Legalist family and the Shenjun of the Taoist family, two people who had never had a good relationship with the Mo family - and even the last enemy Mo Yi wanted to see for a long time.

But this time, they didn't bother with Moyi.

"The Mo family's medical skills are good, how many percent have you learned?"

"Not as good as you. ”

"Good. Shenjun smiled and nodded, kicked away the man who rushed up, and bent down to drag Xiang Wu away from the crowd.

"He's going to die!"

Mo Yi frantically swung his sword and cut down several people who wanted to rush past him, shouting, "Save him!"

"Medicine is very expensive, use one pair less!"

Shenjun casually stuffed a piece of ginseng into Xiang Wu's mouth, and then began to clean the wound and stop the bleeding.

"Yes!" Mo Yi had a feeling that he was about to lose his mind, and he yelled unconsciously, "I'll help you find one less pair." ”

"Good!"

Shenjun roared, picked up Xiang Wu and returned to the boat.

......

Longevity.

The whole capital is lit up, the streets are full of people, and the whole world is immersed in carnival.

The emperor liked it, he liked to be lively, he liked everything that was glorious.

So, Yuan Qing also learned to like these, like everything his father liked.

The emperor's 55th birthday was still a day of joy and elation for everyone, and a grand banquet was held in the palace as usual, and all officials in Beijing had the opportunity to attend.

Yuan Qing has been waiting for this day for a long time.

It's been too long.

Dressed in the traditional costume of the demon race, he walked into the red gate of the imperial city.

From the gate to the garden pavilion where the banquet was held, whether it was the square or the main hall along the way, there were flowers everywhere, full of splendor, and there were people everywhere who saluted Yuan Qing respectfully, but today the six princes were anxious to see the emperor and did not give a warm response.

It was another grand celebration that would satisfy the emperor, and Yuan Qing knew from looking at the decorations along the way that his vision was not much different from his father's.

Gradually, a smile appeared on the face of the sixth prince.

But he still hasn't forgotten business.

Finally, at the end of the splendid road, the upstairs who were about to hold a banquet appeared, and Yuan Qing saw his father.

The emperor was a somewhat thin demon, who looked still middle-aged, and his face was a little pale.

He was looking at the present.