He Yue was grabbed by the hair and lifted in the air, and he stretched out his finger to Cui Yanwen.

He scolded angrily, "Little brute, how dare you do this to me!"

Cui Yanwen glanced up at He Yue, who was embarrassed, and was a little strange who this person was, and after a closer look, he found that it was the owner of He Da Pavilion who wanted to cut down the grass and eradicate himself half a month ago.

It's just that the way he looks now, it's really very different from his previous image, not to mention the disgraced one, the hairpin has also been torn off, and the mantle is scattered and the anger on his face is colorful, how embarrassed and embarrassed he is.

Liu Feng raised his hand, and instantly threw He Yue aside, he hit a big tree, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a wow, and his face suddenly became as pale as paper.

After shaking off He Yue, Liu Feng flicked his sleeves with some disgust, as if he had taught He Yue such a thing as a lesson and soiled his hands.

Immediately after, two cold glints flashed in the eyes of the deputy commander.

Since the person is not here, then it is meaningless for him to stay here, and he just wanted to take Li Liangqing to join the internal guards at the foot of the mountain, and first go back to the palace to ask the high-level for instructions to see what to do next.

As for the direction of Qingfeng, where the fluctuations of the big war came, Liu Feng was not stupid enough to join in the excitement.

The last time he was hit by that sword mark, he lay on the bed for more than a month, and with countless healing pills, he barely healed the injury without leaving sequelae.

It is no exaggeration to say that if a foundation building monk wants to kill him Liu Feng, he doesn't even have the slightest chance of escaping.

I can't muster the courage to confront such characters.

At this time, another drum sounded at the foot of the mountain.

Hearing this familiar drum sound, Liu Feng's heart moved, and he couldn't care about Li Liangqing, only to see his figure turn into a black shadow, and instantly appeared at the foot of the mountain.

I saw that at this time, a group of men and horses, with neat armor, were all riding high-headed horses, and a solemn aura came to their faces.

Nearly a thousand knights were in the center, surrounded by an old man in pure black armor.

The old man's cloak was embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon, and the person who came was the current emperor Yu Mao.

The knights suddenly saw a figure appear in the array, and the knights who were gathered around Yu Mao reacted immediately, and dozens of spears pierced the air and stabbed straight at the head of the black shadow.

Yu Mao's expression remained unchanged, just quietly looking at Liu Feng who appeared in front of him.

As soon as he raised his hand, dozens of spears were instantly withdrawn, and their movements were uniform, these knights turned out to be Qi Refiners, and their cultivation had reached the fifth level of Qi Refining, and the strength of the royal family was really terrifying.

Yu Mao asked lightly, "Did anyone catch it?"

Liu Feng had no choice but to bite the bullet at this time and tell Yu Mao about Cui Yanwen's pretense one by one.

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly knelt on the ground and pleaded guilty: "It's all the slaves who have neglected to supervise, which has caused Your Majesty to work hard, and the slaves deserve to die, and please punish Your Majesty."

After Yu Mao listened, his face became ugly.

He pondered for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Then who is fighting in the direction of Qingfeng now?"

"The slave doesn't know, but he knows that the man has not shown up from beginning to end."

Yu Mao's face sank, but he seemed to remember something, and then said, "Although it is a fake, since it can deceive everyone, it must have been arranged by the young man himself, and if he is captured, maybe it will come in handy in the future."

After confessing, Yu Mao closed his eyes and waited for Liu Feng to capture the fake person down the mountain.

But after a while, Yu Mao opened his eyes and looked at Liu Feng, who was still kneeling on the ground and did not react, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, but more anger.

His voice instantly cooled, and he asked, "Didn't you hear what I just said?"

A drop of cold sweat broke out on Liu Feng's forehead, and he told the appearance of Wang Zixuan and the Tiangang Temple's declaration of war against the Qingyun faction.

Yu Mao's expression was shocked when he heard this, he knew the grievances between the Tiangang Temple and the Qingyun Sect.

Although the strength of the Qingyun Sect is stronger than that of the Tiangang Temple, Wang Dingzhou, the previous master of the Tiangang Temple, is a martial artist of the Fusion God Realm, and his combat effectiveness is even slightly stronger than that of Yang Xingyun in the middle stage of foundation building.

When he fought with the Great Ancestor, Wang Dingzhou was defeated, and since then he has retired to the rivers and lakes, and the prestige of Tiangang Temple is not as good as before, which makes Yu Mao even more strange is that how could Tiangang Temple choose this time to declare war with the Qingyun faction?

"Blame, villagers of Cloud Village."

Yu Mao still caught these keywords from Liu Feng's mouth.

In the mountains and deserted villages, it is not said that a hundred or ten people died.

Even if a county seat in his Liang Kingdom, or even a county town with a population of hundreds of thousands, was slaughtered, it would not make Yu Mao's heart ripple in the slightest.

The Liang State spanned more than 40,000 miles, ruled more than 30 million people, and the life and death of hundreds of mortals were no different from the life and death of ants under his feet for Yu Mao.

However, if the lives of these mortals are involved with some big forces or sensitive events, it is a major matter that cannot be careless.

Yu Mao's thoughts were flying in his head, and after a while, he broke out in a cold sweat.

The king of a country felt a chill down his spine at this moment, as if there was an abyss behind him.

The life and death of mortals are insignificant, but the reputation of Confucianism cannot be desecrated, let alone a huge scandal such as collusion with the demon clan.

To put it mildly, it may only affect the reputation of Confucianism in the Liang Kingdom, but if it is said more seriously, it will destroy the glorious image of Confucianism in the human world and in the hearts of the human race.

Slandering the cornerstone of the human world and self-destructing the Great Wall of the Human Race, such a harmful but unprofitable move, in addition to benefiting the demon clan, Yu Mao could no longer think of any other benefits.

If it was really what Xiang Wang Zixuan said, the Qingyun faction fabricated the facts, blamed the Confucian disciples, and involved the collusion with the demon clan.

Once this was confirmed, Yu Mao could already imagine the wrath of Confucianism and the thunderous means that followed.

As long as a gentleman comes to Liang Guo to investigate this matter, the whole incident will be traced back to the source and investigated clearly.

The Sheji Sect Temple inherited by Liang Guo in his later years is very likely to be destroyed because of this incident, and he Yu Mao will be a sinner through the ages, an unworthy descendant of the Yu family of Liang State.

But......

Regarding the Qingyun faction's planting of false accusations, Yu Mao didn't know about it before, this matter was personally discussed by the great ancestor Yu Yang and Yang Xingyun, the head of the Qingyun faction, and Yu Mao was just responsible for supervising and urging things.

He also knew something about what happened, but Yu Mao didn't care about it at that time, at most he just caught a ranger boy.

Even if there is really a shape-shifting demon clan, there is also the Qingyun Sect and its own ancestor in charge, and there is no storm in this Liang country.

Besides, how can Confucian disciples be so easy to see? Yu Mao's mood became heavier and heavier.

It seems that he still underestimated the weight of the word Confucianism.