Sheng Fu

Bazhou.

Half a month later, it was approaching early summer.

The sunlight was dazzling, and the young people changed into light and neat clothes, while the older people still wore slightly clumsy clothes.

In the camp, the flow of people was as dense as a gently surging tide. On a solitary peak, Yuwen Jun, Fu Cheng, and Xie Yiming stood side by side.

Yu Wenjun's dragon eyes were like torches, overlooking all living beings. At a glance, there were no less than 200,000 people.

Among them, about 80,000 came from the north, and the rest came from the south.

In the field of vision, Xu Yuan and Chu Xiner joined hands and led a group of servants to lead the southern people in an orderly manner to the vast plain. There stood a high platform in the plain. Gu Yu, Xuan He and six others stood on the platform, waiting for the southern people to enter. Gu Yu looked calm, neither high-spirited nor stage-frightened, as if everything was just ordinary in Gu Yu's eyes.

Yu Wenjun suddenly said to Xie Yiming with a joke, "Logically speaking, the southern territory is close to the spirit world, and now that trade has begun, how can there still be so many people who are unhappy with their lives?"

Given a choice, who would be willing to leave their hometown, especially for southerners who have deep clan values?

Xie Yiming said unhappily, "In trade with the spirits, the government takes the lion's share. Only the common people with a solid family background can get a share. As for poor people, they are everywhere. Just get used to it."

"However, there is at least one thing I can confirm about the people I brought with me, that is, there are indeed quite a few scholars hidden among them, and perhaps there are one or two scholars who can be of great use."

Yu Wenjun deliberately fanned the flames and said, "So what your highness the Southern Prince means is that the people brought by the Northern Prince are all illiterate and refugees?"

Xie Yiming curled his lips and said, "Your Highness, please stop talking nonsense. His Highness the Northern King and I have always had a good relationship."

Fu Cheng smiled gently and said, "I have always had a good relationship with His Royal Highness the Southern King. To be honest, there are also many frustrated scholars in the north. As for whether those scholars have profound knowledge and real talents, I have not had time to test them. Because the aristocratic families occupy the resources of the officialdom, although Lord Qiu Qing has been trying every means to open up a path for the children of poor families, the number of children of poor families who enter the officialdom may still be very small."

"It is normal for some great talents to be lost in the streets of the city, unknown to outsiders."

Hearing this, Xie Yiming immediately became excited and turned his head to stare at Fu Cheng. King Nan frowned slightly, looking a little angry, and asked in a deep voice: "You kid deliberately planted some talented people, intending to occupy favorable resources in the officialdom of Haomiao City in the future?"

Fu Cheng lowered his head slightly and replied modestly: "No, I just took care of some talents who had no chance."

Xie Yiming suddenly felt unsure.

Because he really didn't know how many talented people were settled in Fucheng and mixed in with the people who were about to head north.

Although Haomiao City can still accommodate hundreds of thousands of people, in fact, there are only a few important places in a city.

Xie Yiming did not want the officialdom of Haomiao City to be dominated by the northerners in the future.

Yu Wenjun saw that Xie Yiming looked a little depressed, so he patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, my Gu Yu will naturally treat everyone equally. Gu Yu and Xuan He are both mature soul masters and even more mature politicians. They will never cause the party to lose balance."

"Don't think that Fu Cheng has set you up. After all, you had already become the de facto leader of the South before you were named the Southern King, and Fu Cheng at that time was still in an uncertain future."

"Secondly, isn't it what you want for the north and south to merge?"

"Besides, although the space in a vast city is limited, is it possible that I will not be able to continue to attack cities and strongholds in the God's Domain in the future?"

After hearing these words, Xie Yiming gradually felt better.

I cursed Fu Cheng in my heart, thinking that young people have no martial ethics.

On the outskirts of the plain, Xu Yuan, Chu Xiner and a group of servants behind them quietly looked at the high platform in the distance.

One hundred and twenty thousand southerners were still talking and discussing with each other on the plains. They had no idea what they would face next.

The noisy and bustling voices spread out, making the atmosphere of the market surge to the sky. "Everyone, be quiet!"

A gentle voice resounded in the sky, and countless people raised their heads to look at the six people on the high platform, their eyes filled with awe and worship.

Gu Yu and the other six were like saints.

The plain suddenly became quiet, and for a moment you could hear a pin drop.

In the outer area, Xu Yuan perked up and responded, "There is a mystery hidden in the music. After this silence, even my state of mind is inexplicably calmer than before."

Chu Xiner's beautiful eyes sparkled with light. She secretly circulated her true energy, and her vision became infinitely long and clear. She stared straight at Gu Yu on the high platform and sighed in her heart, "He is actually a beautiful boy."

In the sky, the clouds collapsed.

Gu Yu and the other six people formed seals with their hands, their true essence boiled, and a hurricane stirred in the sky. In an instant, it transformed into round ancient mirrors with a radius of hundreds of feet. On the mirror surface, there was colorful light, blazing runes, and surging.

In an instant, a refreshing breeze blew over the plain.

At this moment, countless people couldn't help but close their eyes.

Gu Yu rose into the air, sat cross-legged in meditation in mid-air, his body radiating light, like a huge sun across the sky, illuminating the world forever.

Xie Yiming and Fu Cheng were concentrating and watching quietly at this moment. They both clearly felt that there was a gentle true energy wandering in the void. For ordinary people, once their own breath came into contact with this gentle true energy, they would fall into the illusion.

Yu Wenjun pretended to be calm. He had some knowledge of soul magic, but it was very superficial. It was also the first time he saw a soul mage perform such a large-scale illusion.

In fact, Yuwen Jun himself can also perform large-scale illusions that cover more than 100,000 people, but he cannot accurately enter the depths of each person's heart, let alone conduct assessments in their hearts, or remember the content of each person's assessment. As for finding out the character and morals of each person, Yuwen Jun is even more helpless.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Gu Yu's forehead, and his face gradually became tense. There was no doubt that such a meticulous soul technique had consumed a huge amount of energy for Gu Yu.

Yu Wenjun said leisurely: "Next, the servants who write will suffer. Gu Yu will cast an illusion on the servants to introduce the content of each person's assessment into their souls, and then the servants will write it down."

"At the end, Xuan He will use his soul skills to personally confirm whether the content written by the servants is true. I wonder if you two have such a tonic? When the time comes, the soul masters under my command will really need to be well replenished."

Fu Cheng immediately responded, "I know of a tonic soup made from a secret recipe that can restore the body's vitality in a short period of time, and the side effects are minimal."

Yu Wenjun joked, "That medicinal material must be very precious, right?"

Fu Cheng smiled faintly and said, "Compared to what is happening right now, talking about money makes me, the Northern King, seem too vulgar and spineless."

After an unknown amount of time, the southern people on the plain slowly opened their eyes.

Many children also experienced this dream.

Xie Yiming couldn't help but ask: "Could it be that a soul practitioner can also see a child's talent and potential? If so, isn't it too cruel to treat a child?"

Children are ignorant and do not know their own talents, let alone whether they have any talents at all. They are clearly framed by the soul master. It is really cruel when you think about it.

But the fact is that most people are not malleable, and the same is true for children.

Yu Wenjun said: "Don't worry, these children will not know the truth. Besides, Gu Yu can roughly see the potential of these children, but he cannot see their future life trajectory."

“There are always some good-for-nothing children who have great luck and achieve great success when they grow up.”

Xie Yiming was thoughtful, maybe he was afraid to face the truth sometimes. (End of this chapter)