"Okay then!" With a bottom in his heart, Liu Chenteng stood up and was about to walk towards the outside of the flower hall, "While it's not too late, I'll go and do this first, solve it early, and relax early!"

"The king stays!"

Before crossing the threshold of the flower hall, Uncle Ban walked around to Liu Chen's side quickly, blocked his way, and said with an extremely serious face: "This matter can't be handled by the king himself......

"Why?" Liu Chen was puzzled, and then paused

"Unknown ...... killed" sighed, Uncle Ban Ziming looked up at Liu Chen's face with a smile, "It will also damage the discipline of King Canglan, and if you are not careful, I may cause a strong backlash from the entire Youzhou......"

"Then what should I do?" Uncle Ban's words immediately made Liu Chen realize in his heart, indeed, if he personally instructed the Wancheng army and the Kangcheng army to kill each other, no matter what the result is, those who are watching the masses in Youzhou will inevitably fall a thorn in their hearts that cannot be pulled out......

"Let Ziming do it!"

"You?"

"Hehe!" interrupted Liu Chen's words again, Uncle Ban Ziming chuckled, and his tone was reasonable: "As long as it is a person, regardless of race, regardless of identity, there will be flaws...... But the king recalled, from Lu Sheng, to the Sword God, and then to the recent Sword Saint, in the general history of the various clans in the Eastern Continent, there is no record of their virtues, right?"

"Indeed not!" Liu Chen nodded, and said with a puzzled expression: "Their character can be called a model for everything!"

"Does the king know why?" Seeing Liu Chen shaking his head, Uncle Ban smiled brightly, and then spoke: "Because there is always one person who will block all the slander in the world for King Canglan, all kindness comes from King Canglan's ethics, and all deceit is a fake tiger ......."

“......”

"During the Wude period, the Sword Saint went out of the Han Valley in the west, and the vitality of the grassland was suddenly lost...... The entire Eastern Continent was disgusted by the cruelty and murder of the King of Canglan, and after the return of the first king, the Tianji Pavilion Lord Mo Qinghan's handwritten "Confession Chapter" was promulgated to the world, and people learned that all these evils were personally advised and secretly instigated by the Tianji Pavilion Lord...... Of course, there are a very small number of people who know the truth of the matter, but so what? Since someone has confessed, no matter who he is, the demand of the hundreds of millions of people in Kyushu is very simple, as long as King Canglan is innocent and perfect!"

"What do you mean?" The corners of Liu Chen's eyes twitched, a touch of complexity, and some confusion hung on his face so abruptly, leaving him speechless. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"There will be faint kings and ministers around the emperor, and there will be absurd friends around the king of Canglan!" "Goodbye, Zhuangyuan Gong turned around, held his hands up, and walked out with generous steps, "The pavilion master can do it for the sword saint, Ziming can also do it for the king, even if there are thousands of sins, I hope my king will be immortal!"

Fixedly staring at Uncle Ban Ziming's back disappearing in front of his eyes, Liu Chen was silent, his heart was unusually surging, what did he say about the immortal vicissitudes, it was all countless people who threw their heads in the dark corners of the Canglan King's body, spilling their blood, and only then could they exchange for the prestige of the Canglan Kings of the past dynasties.

A person's greatness is not a hero in the real sense, King Canglan is just a banner, Chen Qiu, Lu Xiu, Liu Zangbing, Liu Bai, Liu Chen, these are just spiritual beliefs created because of the needs of the times......

"Vast and vast like Feng Xuan resisting the wind, and I don't know where it stops, fluttering like a legacy of independence, feathering and ascending to immortals. This is from ancient times to the present, people's description of the Nine Heavens Immortals, whether he is or not, in fact, exists in people's hearts, these imaginations, these visions, all show the sages' awe of heaven and earth, the ethereal yearning for freedom.

Because the sages of the Eastern Continent believed that only by practicing could they save themselves and save more people, that the change of dynasties and the suffering of all sentient beings would be too much of a drop in the bucket after all, and that when those who had suffered trauma and suffering faced despair, the so-called gods became their only sustenance, whether it was a Buddha, an immortal, or a demon......

"The gentleman is a dead confidant, and he takes the sword out of Yanjing. Su Jiming Guangmo, generously send me off!" This is the highest praise that people have made for the chivalrous man who has the world in mind, often when they are desperate, the immortals do not give rain and dew to the world, but there are always a few people, in the darkest world, bravely stand up, they may be peddlers, pawns, they may not have too many ideals, but they use their own blood to ignite the bumpy road ahead of all sentient beings when they need it most...... Yes, all living beings are called the king of Canglan!

The great man of chivalry is for the country and the people! The little man of chivalry is chivalrous and righteous!

People need to believe, firmly believe that there are gods in the head, only in that way, the world of the weak and the strong will know how to restrain themselves, it is good to have awe, and such a strong person will not be too mad!

God has no mercy on the world, but he drives people to love all beings forever, people need heroes, they all think that after darkness there will always be sunshine, the fire of hell will scorch the scarred body, through the courage of five steps of blood, people will finally straighten their backs and roar out an unyielding cry from the depths of their souls!

In this way, why not be mighty? Why not panic? Why not let countless loyal ministers and righteous men be impassioned for it!

Between immortals and chivalrous, if you are not a chivalry, how can you be an immortal?

......

Guicheng, the logistics capital military government.

Li Wenguang, the grain and grass capital of Guicheng, who described the wealth, stood in the dim courtyard with an anxious face, and in front of him, the guards of the Liu Mansion, who had gone through thousands of dangers to climb over the Yin Mountain moat, were panting and describing panic.

At this moment, the whole Guicheng fell into a panic, originally thought that the king of Canglan would take advantage of the situation to attack the city, but unexpectedly, after the people forced the Guicheng army back to the inner city, it seemed to forget that there was such a thing, at first, the heads of Guicheng were still snickering in their hearts, thinking that Liu Chen was powerless......

With the passage of time, there are also the sound of Jin Ge Iron Horse coming from the Meiling Plain in the past two days, and Guicheng finally began to be afraid, and when they realized it later, the people of Guicheng realized that they had already become a turtle in the urn, and if it continued like this, the consequences would be unimaginable!

The Canglan army cut off the water source, and Guicheng's reserve grain could only supply the soldiers and civilians of the city for just three months......

As the director of the grain and grass capital, Li Wenguang knows better than anyone else that the current situation in Guicheng is really the end of the crossbow!

It's not that they didn't want to desperately break through, every time the Guicheng army just left the city, the overwhelming violent attacks made them have to retreat into the city, besides, as soon as they opened the city gate, they found that the water traffic on three sides of Guicheng was all cut off by the Canglan King who killed that day!

"The Teacher's Letter...... Really?"

In the moonlight, Li Wenguang read the hundreds of words that were neither long nor short over and over again, and the cold sweat that came out of nervousness had already dyed the corners of the letter paper into a wet ...... (To be continued.) )