Early the next morning, all the Tatars packed up their baggage and headed west. The Ming army at the head of the city www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" Pavilion has been frightened by the Tatars, and when they saw the Tatars dispatching, they directly issued a warning, and everyone in the city was panicked.

Yesterday's destruction of the city still made everyone's hearts palpitate, and they could not stop the Tatars from the onslaught of this low wall alone.

Fortunately, the Tatars packed their bags and headed west. To the west is Shaanxi, although it is also the boundary of the Ming Dynasty, but who cares? As long as it is not himself who dies, even if the world is turned upside down outside, it will be fine.

When the Tatars had gone away, the whole city was full of cheers, and many soldiers were shouting loudly, and the people of the city came out of their homes one after another, and rushed to tell each other the good news.

"Are the Tatars gone?" Fang Hong was recuperating in the courtyard, and when he looked up at the sky, the black qi that had originally shrouded around Yingzhou City had dissipated. Outside the county office, there were also faint cheers, which showed that the Tatars had really withdrawn.

Seeing this situation, he was also slightly relieved, if the Tatars fought to the death and did not retreat, then he had no way, his spirit was impacted, and he could not borrow dragon qi again.

"Master Fang, the Tatars have retreated!" Just as he was about to continue to rest for a while, Zhu Shou strode in from outside. There was a cheerful look on his face, and it was evident that he was very pleased with the sudden withdrawal of the Tatars.

"I already know about this, so you didn't come here to tell me about it. Fang Hong raised his eyes and glanced at Zhu Shou, then said with a smile. Zhu Shou couldn't hide things, and Fang Hong directly saw that he had other intentions.

"Hehe, I really can't hide it from Master Fang. Zhu Shou's face turned red, and he secretly said in his heart, he was worthy of being a fairy, and he saw through his thoughts at a glance.

"Master Fang, I actually had this idea yesterday, and I want to ask you to be my Great Ming National Teacher and enjoy the worship of the imperial court. Zhu Shou explained his intention, those Taoist monks he met in the past, although all kinds of great truths are set in a set, but if they really want to show a little supernatural power, it will be dumb. Some people can do some tricks, but they are insignificant compared to yesterday's blizzard. If such a true immortal is not established as a national teacher, can he still set up those liars?

"Oh, national teacher, you can establish a national teacher as a town and country?" Although Fang Hong had already guessed Zhu Shou's identity in his heart, he did not reveal it on his face, but said with some teasingness.

"Ahem, Master Fang, I'll tell you today, I am the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, my real name is Zhu Houzhao. Zhu Shou brushed the corners of his clothes, puffed up his chest slightly, and looked solemn, wanting to show a majestic bearing.

Fang Hong raised his eyebrows, then nodded, looking like I knew.

Seeing Fang Hong's performance, Zhu Shou's whole person was deflated, he originally wanted to see Master Fang's surprised appearance, but he didn't expect him to be so calm. But it's normal to think about it, people in the gods are indifferent to fame and fortune, so how can they care about themselves as emperors. Besides, with the power of the immortals, he may have seen through his identity a long time ago.

"Master Fang, have you thought about it? If you come to be the national teacher, I will worship you with the strength of the whole country. Zhu Houzhao had a smile on his face, and there was some flattery in his voice.

"There is no need for a national teacher, from ancient times to the present, there are a few countries that have been crowned as a national teacher, can they have a good death?" Fang Hong shook his hand and refused, what cultivators pursue is their own immortality, and the world is running for fame and fortune, the two are originally opposites, he really doesn't want to participate in Vanity Fair.

The existence of the national teacher is between detachment and non-detachment, and the entanglement of cause and effect is really unknown. In addition, the cultivation of national teachers is based on the country, and they will absorb the luck of the country, so that the country will become weak, and after a long time, the whole country will suffer frequent disasters, and eventually there is even the danger of destroying the country.

In this way, the sin is too heavy, and generally only the demons who cause trouble in the world will do such a thing. Moreover, the entire Ming Dynasty was controlled by literati, and Fang Hong was sure that as long as he dared to accept this position as a national teacher, he would be scolded to death by a group of people the next day.

He won't do such things where the risks and benefits are not equal.

"Master Fang, think about it again......" Zhu Houzhao obviously didn't want to give up, such a powerful person, if he couldn't stay by his side, he was really unwilling.

"The world of humanity, the culture can calm the people, the martial arts can set the state, the supernatural power is just a small road, you want to build a country with supernatural powers, you have gone astray. Fang Hong's words are heartfelt, the operation of humanity does not need the interference of supernatural powers. Even when Shinto existed, it was the human beings who ruled the yang world, and the gods lived in the yin world, and although the two sides intersected, there would not be much interference.

Zhu Houzhao obviously didn't listen to Fang Hong's words, but Fang Hong was no longer willing to say more, shook his hand gently, and turned around and entered the room.

"Master Fang......" Zhu Houzhao clenched his fists, he didn't give up, immortals, he must have some temper, as long as he insists, there will definitely be a day when he will persuade Master Fang.

Fang Hong went back to the room, and placed a small charcoal stove on the table, in which the decoction was boiling, and a pungent smell of medicine came into his nose.

His soul was injured, and he nourished his soul with the essence of his body, so he had some great tonic to nourish his essence. The tonics were all prescribed by himself, and the dosage was far beyond the limit of what a normal person could accommodate. Ordinary people get nosebleeds when they take a sip.

But when Fang Hong was repairing his divine soul, he needed to extract the essence of his body, if he didn't have such a great replenishment of medicinal materials, it wouldn't be long before he would have to be drained dry.

"Goo-doo. After a while, the casserole on the charcoal stove sounded, and the steam shook the lid of the pot, Fang Hong reached out and grabbed the side of the casserole, although the temperature of this casserole was extremely high, he didn't seem to feel it at all.

If you look closely, you will find that between his hand and the casserole, there is actually a faint layer of mist, which blocks all the heat inside.

He lifted the lid of the pot, and regardless of the boiling heat of the liquid, he poured it into his stomach in a big gulp. After only a few sips, his entire skin turned red, and green tendons appeared on his flesh, as if they had been cooked.

A faint layer of mist rose above his head, but Fang Hong had an extremely comfortable expression on his face. In his mind, the serpentine totem was visualized, and the essence of the whole body was stripped away, and he began to cultivate the soul with all his strength.

It took half an hour for the red color on his body to fade, and the color of his skin became similar to that of a normal person.