Such a shocking change was not expected by everyone.

"What's going on!?"

"Why is that damn luck dragon still deadlocked!?"

"What else is there in Osan County that can't be done?"

"What did those fools do in Osan County?"

……

The expressions of the spectators changed suddenly, and some people who were anxious were even more anxious and could not hold themselves.

"Something really happened in Osan County." Li Chang'an Chong's Gu Shihong and Sheng Shiming beside him said urgently,

"We have to go in and stop that pillar of blood!"

"The strength of the Sanpin Great Confucian will only get weaker and weaker, and when the time comes, it will be even more difficult for the Qi Luck Jiaolong to break free from the shackles, and then try to trap it!"

Gu Shihong's brows furrowed, but he still shook his head, "No, you must not go in." ”

"We can't be sure what that blood-colored pillar of light is, if we go in at this time, we will mess up the arrangements of Osan County, and it will probably fall short."

"We can't take this risk!"

Sheng Shiming also walked in front of Li Chang'an, faintly blocking Li Chang'an's way, "I'll wait and see what happens." ”

"Soon there will be a new Sanpin Confucian, and we will take action at this time, which will only make it difficult for Wushan County to be clear."

"Try not to interfere, so as not to affect the return of Osan County."

"As long as the leylines of Wushan County are completely broken and the connection with the Great Jin disappears, it will not be too late to make a move at that time."

Li Changan looked at the two of them in disbelief, the look in his eyes was complicated and incomprehensible,

"Can we just watch the luck dragon break free!?"

"A three-grade Confucian used his life to get into such a situation, and he was let go like this?"

"Not to mention that once the luck dragon breaks free, what will happen to the remaining five third-grade Confucians?"

Sheng Shiming's eyes flowed, and finally he said hard,

"The general trend of national fortunes, even if it is a three-grade Confucian, cannot be affected."

Li Changan's heart suddenly chuckled, glanced at the two Shangshu, and then turned his gaze back to Wushan County, but his eyebrows couldn't help frowning slightly.

Countless thoughts flickered in my mind.

The contradiction between the imperial court and the academy can be seen by anyone with a normal head.

The imperial court inevitably wanted to centralize power, but the academy wanted to turn the Great Jin into the Great Jin of the academy.

The contradiction between the two is irreconcilable.

It's just that at present, the imperial court is at a disadvantage, and only one Guozijian can compete with the academy.

If it weren't for the fact that the four major academies also contradicted each other, plus now they needed to concentrate on dealing with the White Deer Academy.

Life at the court will only be worse.

However, four of the six departments are controlled by the academy.

But why can't you see a sense of belonging to the academy from these two scholars?

On the contrary, he put the court and the national fortune on his lips.

Even if the Sanpin Confucian encounters a crisis, he is unwilling to help.

The Ministry of Rites is controlled by the Songyue Academy, and the Book of Rites is the descendant of the Songyue lineage.

Even if there are different factions within the academy, after all, they are three-grade Confucians, why are they so indifferent?

At this moment,

The thousand-mile transmission note in Li Changan's arms kept trembling,

"My lord, the floods in Hsinchu County are getting more and more fierce, and if the flash floods upstream can't be dealt with in time, many of our people won't have time to evacuate."

"Just two counties were evacuated, and one county has been flooded."

Feng Budo's eager voice came,

"And just now...... Yes...... Sanpin Confucianism...... Has it fallen? ”

When he asked at the end, Feng Budo's voice trembled slightly.

The fall of the Sanpin Confucian, even if it was the three-thousand-mile war in Fengchuan, only one fell.

But now, just governing Osan County, one has also fallen.

Anyone will find it unbelievable.

"There is a great Confucian who has fallen......" Li Changan's voice could not hear joy and anger, he looked at Wushan County, "As for the upper reaches of Wushan County, I will look at it." ”

"You should open up new flood areas as soon as possible, and you must not allow the flash floods to affect the downstream."

"The downstream is mostly a gentle place, and the rivers and ditches there can't stop the big water at all, and they will only flood the three southern provinces again."

Li Changan put away the thousands of miles of transmission notes, looked at Gu Shihong and Sheng Shiming, and his eyes showed a hint of scrutiny,

"The two adults also heard that if the flood in Osan County is not contained, Hsinchu County will almost be unable to hold on."

"One Wushan County is not enough, plus one Hsinchu County, the two counties are completely abandoned, and all the people are suffering, is this what adults want to see?"

Gu Shihong hesitated for a moment, but finally shook his head, "Uncle Zhongyong, it's better to think about this matter in the long run." ”

"Regarding the matter of Wushan County, the old man also opened the skylight with you to talk brightly."

While speaking, Gu Shihong and Sheng Shiming glanced at each other, and then laid a curtain of light around them.

"How can Osan come back? Either all the people are obedient and implore the imperial court to build a Wenchang monument, but the three counties have been hostile to the imperial court for hundreds of years, and it is almost impossible to submit to it. ”

"Either as it is now, the three counties will do their own evils, resulting in the rupture of the leylines, and the relationship with the Great Jin Dynasty will be temporarily cut off, then the change in the people's luck will not affect the three southern provinces, and at this time, the suppression of the luck Jiaolong can be forcibly recovered."

"Now this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and no one can make a moth at this time."

"Even if the people in Wushan County are all dead, and the three great Confucians in it are all dead, this matter must be done."

"Loyal and brave...... Do you understand? ”

Li Changan looked at the expressions of the two of them, and suddenly smiled, "I naturally understand." ”

"If we intervene, the Sanpin Great Confucian may be able to live, and the people of Osan County may also be able to live, but if the luck dragon does not continue to go crazy, the leylines of Osan County will probably not be able to continue to collapse."

"Osan County won't be able to take it."

"But if you don't intervene, the Sanpin Great Confucian may die, and the people of Osan County will basically die, even if the luck dragon continues to wreak havoc, as long as the leylines of Osan County are completely disconnected, no matter how much loss is caused, Osan County can also be recovered."

"Am I right?"

Sheng Shiming twisted his beard, nodded and smiled, "It is worthy of being a loyal and brave uncle, and this is exactly the reason." ”

"When a person dies, there will naturally be someone else to make up for it, but the return of Osan County is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"Which is more important, Uncle Zhong Yong should be able to understand."

Li Changan looked in the direction of Wushan County, nodded, and said softly, "Which is more important, Chang'an naturally understands......"

In the middle of the conversation,

Osan County is making waves again.

The power on the Qi Luck Jiao Dragon's body became more and more violent, and the blood-colored pillar of light that rushed up from below gathered an unimaginable tyrannical and murderous aura.

The eyes of the Qi Luck Jiaolong began to gradually become covered with blood.

"Roaring ......"

The roar of the dragon set off a terrifying wave of qi between heaven and earth, and directly reversed the blood rain in Wushan County into the sky.

Turned into a blood python and rushed towards the five three-grade Confucians.

Zhao Hongshan's eyes were full of anger, and his left hand was opened, "Spring breeze." ”

The two seal characters rotated at the fingertips, and the violent air waves instantly turned into a soft spring breeze, and the blood python formed by the blood rain also dispersed.

"Drizzle."

Two more words spoken.

A massive amount of blood rain silently turned into a hazy drizzle floating in the air.

It was as if a hazy blood mist had scattered in Wushan County.

Qin Zhenliang looked at the blood-colored pillars of light that were constantly rising below the Qi Luck Jiaolong,

"What kind of person is it that actually put the Demon Clan's Nine Shadows Refining Array here."

Wu Zhanchun's eyes were murderous, "Damn beast, when the luck Jiaolong is suppressed, this gang of miscellaneous people will definitely wipe out the Nine Clans!" ”

However, with the blessing of the Nine Shadows Refining Array, the power of the Qi Luck Jiaolong continued to rise upward, as if it had gradually touched the limit of the three grades.

The blood-colored lines on its body continued to deepen, and formed an even more awe-inspiring mark.

The Wenchang Monument, which was suppressed by the Three Mountains and Five Mountains, erupted with a loud rumbling sound, and the void trembled with it.

The luck dragon stretched out a dragon claw, and actually lifted the mountain-like Wenchang monument up little by little.

At the same time, Li Changan, who was trapped by the two Shangshu, took out a magic weapon from the Sumeru treasure bag, and a smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth,

"The words of the two adults are indeed quite reasonable, so ...... Offended. ”

Before the words fell, the coercion of the Sanpin Confucianism suddenly descended thirty miles outside Wushan County.