The surface of a large ship formed by the twisting of vines and vines is once again covered with rattan branches, extending into the sea in all directions.

At the tip of each rattan, there is a sigil, faintly flashing with brilliance.

In the midst of the flow of light, there seemed to be a sparkling wave on the sea around the big ship.

Then, there was no wind and huge waves, and the sea water kept surging.

In the sound of the water, I saw a curtain of water rising from the sea, and then gathered to protect the big ship in the center.

At this moment, a sharp sword light suddenly flew up from the shore and slashed towards the ship in the sea.

The sword light was fierce and majestic, and it gave birth to a power as heavy as a mountain.

It has not yet completely fallen, but it is just close to the sea, and the sea water is shaking, faintly scattering and sinking.

But the heavy water curtains that protected the big ship stubbornly resisted the majestic sword light.

The sword light dissipated, revealing the figure of Fu Jingbo, the master of the Ninth Realm Martial Dao and the head of the Nanshan Sect of Liangdi.

Fu Jingbo and Huifang Zhenren looked at each other across the water curtain and nodded at the same time.

The defensive power of this formation is really not weak, and it can basically withstand most of the wind and waves in the deep sea.

Fu Jingbo did not continue to shoot, but quietly observed from the side.

Huifang Zhenren conjured up his own magic tricks while ordering the boatmen to sail the ship.

The big ship cuts through the waves and moves forward.

But Huifang Zhenren and Fu Jingbo's brows furrowed at the same time.

They could clearly feel that the curtain of water that shrouded the big ship, or the magic circle with the big ship as the center, gave rise to fluctuations between movements.

The formation was unstable and gradually became vain.

The water curtain that shrouded the big ship was much weaker.

Fu Jingbo was confident that he could cut it away with a single sword without all his strength.

Huifang's real person also looked serious.

Chen Yu, who was on the boat with him, said: "Everything is just the beginning, and now that the water curtain is not dispersed, it means that we have already succeeded halfway first, and the rest only needs to be adjusted slowly." ”

What Chen Xiaoyou said is good. Huifang Zhenren nodded slightly: "I really can't be in a hurry." ”

Otherwise, Meng Shen is doing manual work, which is mainly time-consuming and laborious, and he still needs a lot of skills on his side.

Huifang Zhenren calmed down, and immediately began to re-figure out the formation with Chen Yu's cooperation.

Meng Shen and Huifang Zhenren were on the right track in both directions, and Zhang Dongyun in the Daming Palace in Chang'an City no longer continued to pay attention.

At this moment, he projected Mr. Dark Cloud to the Temple of Heavenly Punishment.

In the Heavenly Punishment Palace, in a row of cells at this moment, a different number of people are being held.

Mr. Dark Cloud walked over one by one.

In the first cell, there was only one elegant-looking old man.

Seeing Mr. Wuyun come in, the old man took a deep breath and bowed.

"No courtesy. ”

Mr. Wuyun's expression was flat, and he glanced at the other party up and down: "These days, you have performed well, your work is serious, Your Majesty has always been magnanimous, you can regain your freedom." ”

The old man said softly: "Thank you for your grace, Mr. Xie takes care." ”

"I don't need to mention anything else. Mr. Wuyun said, "However, you should already know that Shuofeng Academy has become a matter of history. ”

The elegant old man in front of him was Yan Sheng, the former vice president of Shuofeng Academy of the Northern Qi Dynasty.

He was captured by Chang'an early on with Gao Zheng, the second son of King Qi, and others.

After that, Yan Sheng, who became a prisoner, worked honestly and performed well, and now he can finally regain his freedom.

However, Shuofeng Academy, the first Confucian school in the Northern Qi Dynasty, has indeed become history.

The academy was demolished, and most of the teachers and students in the academy were captured and taken to Chang'an.

Hearing what Mr. Wuyun said, Yan Sheng sighed slightly: "I implore Mr. to allow the old decay to rebuild Shuofeng Academy, of course, it is the Shuofeng of Chang'an, not the Shuofeng of Northern Qi." ”

"You know the rules, so the old man won't say more. Mr. Wuyun said indifferently: "Even if it is the Shuofeng of Northern Qi, it is nothing. ”

When Yan Sheng heard this, a chill faintly appeared in his back.

For Chang'an City, another Shuofeng Academy in the former Northern Qi Dynasty is indeed nothing.

It's nothing more than destroying it one more time.

"Don't dare, don't dare. ”

Yan Sheng hurriedly said: "In the past, it was the old man and others who did not know the grace of heaven, offended Chang'an, and went against the general trend, and from now on, they will not dare to make the same mistake." ”

The people who ended his life as a prisoner and regained his freedom with him, as well as other Shuofeng Academy students.

These people will be the foundation for Yan Sheng to rebuild Shuofeng.

However, they are all the same as him, and they dare not disobey Chang'an again.

And those Shuofeng students who insist on refusing to submit, there is no doubt that they will naturally continue to work and reform slowly.

"Look at your performance. Mr. Wuyun said indifferently.

"Don't dare to disappoint the high expectations of Your Majesty and Mr. Yan Sheng replied respectfully.

Mr. Wuyun took him out of the cell together, and then waved his hand casually, and Yan Sheng immediately retreated.

The old man in black himself walked into the second cell.

The person inside was a middle-aged man with a solemn bearing and dressed in gorgeous clothes.

From its body, it seems to exude an extremely sharp, steel-like aura.

Xiao Kun, who practiced the Fulong spear passed down from the royal family of Nanliang in the past, has a martial arts artistic conception and has been completely integrated into his own bloodline.

However, at this moment, this sharp spear seemed to be gradually bending, so that the sharp qi was not as strong as before.

"I've seen Mr. Dark Cloud. Xiao Kun lowered his head and said slowly.

Mr. Wuyun came to him: "If you say anything superfluous, the old man won't mention it, the opportunity is rare, you have to grasp it carefully." ”

Xiao Kunyan said: "Please rest assured, sir, I understand." ”

At the beginning, the city lord of Chang'an personally took action, and only he and Lin Ying were able to save their lives.

At that time, Li Xuanxin, the king of Tang and others, all died without a place to be buried.

That scene was eternally engraved in Xiao Kun's heart, and he didn't dare to forget it for a moment.

Since these days, he has even become a nightmare-like existence, so that he can't give birth to the slightest rebellion.

"Are you going back to the Land of the Old Beam?" asked Mr. Dark Cloud.

Xiao Kun shook his head lightly: "Please allow Mr. to settle in other places and serve Chang'an." ”

Mr. Wuyun said nonchalantly, "Yes." ”

Xiao Kun made the same choice as Xiao Zhaoyuan's son Xiao Hui before.

In a sense, as a person from Xiao Keye's era, his return to Liangdi will be even more eye-catching than Xiao Hui.

After all, he was a martial arts master of the Eighth Realm.

Moreover, the Liang clan inherited the Fulong spear, which was exquisite and powerful.

In the same realm, the others in Liangdi may not be able to defeat him.

At that time, everyone will definitely join forces against him, making it difficult for him to move an inch.

Instead of this, it is better to work elsewhere.

If there is a chance to break through to the ninth realm, it will not hurt to return to Liangdi at that time.

Xiao Kun naturally didn't have the intention of restoring the Southern Liang Dynasty, but if he cultivated to the ninth realm, he would not have to worry about the joint efforts of other people in the land of the Ancient Liang to suppress him.

Zhang Dongyun naturally didn't care much about this, and Mr. Wuyun, whom he projected, immediately allowed Xiao Kun's request.

Xiao Kun had already thought about where to go, just waiting for Mr. Wuyun to nod.

Now that Mr. Wuyun allowed it, he went to Jindi as soon as possible and defected to Wei Chong, the head of the Wei family.

In the early years, when he left the Southern Liang Dynasty to travel, he had a good friendship with Wei Chong, the head of the Wei family.

The Wei family was the first to take refuge in Chang'an, and now it is thriving in Jindi.

With Wei Chong and the Wei family taking care of him, Xiao Kun didn't have to worry about an outsider suddenly running to Jindi, so as to cause dissatisfaction among other local people.

If that's the case, Xiao Kun will be the same as staying in Liangdi.

And now, he can sit back and relax.

Xiao Kun left, and Mr. Wuyun went to the third cell.

This time, there were two people in the cell.

One is old and the other is middle-aged, both of them have a Confucian atmosphere.

The former is Cheng Jingyuan, the old Cheng family of the Eastern Tang Dynasty, and the latter is Cheng Luo, who is also a member of the Cheng family.

After Mr. Uyun came in, the two saluted together: "I've seen Mr. Uyun." ”

"The old man has seen the performance of the two of you these days, but ......"

Mr. Wuyun's gaze fell on Cheng Luo: "You, you can restore your free body." ”

He turned his gaze to Cheng Jingyuan again: "But you can't." ”

Cheng Luo looked at his uncle in embarrassment.

On Cheng Jingyuan's old face, his expression was much calmer, as if he had expected it.

Cheng Luo, since he was captured in Chang'an, has been imprisoned and worked as a coolie to atone for his sins.

And he Cheng Jingyuan was once redeemed by the Eastern Tang Dynasty halfway.

He reported some matters related to Chang'an City to the Eastern Tang Dynasty, but when the Eastern Tang Dynasty collapsed, the Cheng family also suffered.

Cheng Jingyuan entered the palace for the second time and became a prisoner of Chang'an again.

In this way, he is equivalent to opposing Chang'an twice or three times, and the crime is increased by one degree.

Now that Cheng Luo and others have atoned for their sins, been punished, and have been blessed by Chang'an, they can regain their freedom, but he Cheng Jingyuan may not have such good luck.

"Lao Yu is willing to continue to atone for his sins as a prisoner, and only hopes that Chang'an will forgive the other Cheng family children, they just obey the orders of Lao Yu and others. Cheng Jingyuan saluted again.

"Everything is arranged by yourself, so you don't have to worry about it. ”

Mr. Wuyun's tone was neither salty nor light: "For you, it's better to focus on yourself and sincerely repent." ”

Cheng Jingyuan said respectfully: "The old man understands, and he must remember the teachings of Mr. ”

The Cheng family used to be very close to the Li family of the Eastern Tang Dynasty, so when the Eastern Tang Dynasty collapsed, it was naturally liquidated.

Many people, including the head of the family, Cheng Qing, fell under the butcher's knife of Chang'an.

To say that the Cheng family had no hatred at all at the beginning, it is obviously impossible.

But the hard work after their captivity continued to consume their resentment and pride.

There are those who refuse to give in.

But some people gradually began to lower their heads.

They had to think about the survival of the family.

Therefore, including Cheng Jingyuan and Cheng Luo, many members of the Cheng family began to sincerely bow to Chang'an City.

Even if he is still stuck and cannot be free, Cheng Jingyuan has no complaints and bears it safely.

Cheng Luo asked Mr. Wuyun for instructions: "Sir, if the younger generation can strive to make some meritorious achievements, can he exchange his uncle for his early freedom?"

"It depends on your performance...... Mr. Wuyun said indifferently, "it also depends on his own." ”