Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 677 Entering the game personally
"Are you really planning to go to Longhu Mountain and kill Yan Dongqing?"

"Yes."

"Go ahead to dangers?"

"I never flinched when I was a fourth-ranked player. It doesn't make sense for me to be timid now that I'm a third-ranked player."

In the old capital of Jinling, there is an inconspicuous traditional Ming-style courtyard outside the city.

The sky is dark and the spring rain is continuous.

The raindrops fell from the square dome surrounded by the courtyard, hitting the door in the middle of the courtyard and splashing some water.

Zou Sijiu, bored, squatted on the steps, while a young Taoist priest beside him leaned against a beam with his hands in his sleeves.

They originally set out from the East Courtyard and headed straight for Jiangxi Province, but halfway through the journey they suddenly received news from Li Jun and met up with him in Nanjing.

When they arrived, they found that Zhang Fengyue, who was supposed to be in the foreign land, had quietly returned to the empire at some point.

At this moment, the two of them seemed to be in a daze, but in fact they were listening to the conversation going on inside the door with their ears perked up.

"You asked me to make a detour to Jinling this time. Was it not just to persuade me not to enter Mount Longhu?"

Zhang Fengyue smiled when he heard this: "I don't have the time to be a peacemaker. On the contrary, I'd love to see Zhang Xiji's Dragon and Tiger Dao Kingdom turned upside down. If your knife is a little sharper and you can kill that old turtle, that would be even better."

Li Jun asked doubtfully: "What do you mean today?"

"What do you think of Yan Dongqing's behavior of seeking asylum in Longhu Mountain?"

"It's very simple. Yan Dongqing is obviously trying to divert the blame. He is using Zhang Xiji's hand to protect his own life."

"Then why do you think Zhang Xiji is willing to protect him? For an ordinary Confucian Rank 3 to go up against you, a lone Rank 3, it doesn't seem like a good deal at all."

Li Jun frowned slightly. He had naturally thought about the issue of Zhang Fengyue's commission.

"Because Yan Dongqing has value that is worth his use."

"You mean to talk about party strife?"

Seeing Li Jun nod, Zhang Fengyue did not comment. He picked up the teacup beside him, took a sip, smacked his lips, and muttered that it was not as delicious as the butter tea of ​​Dunzhu's family.

He glanced at the intermittent rain under the eaves outside the door: "This rain is like a child peeing, dragging on. It's not a good time to go out and kill someone. Why don't we talk slowly?"

Li Jun said in a muffled voice: "You talk, I listen."

"People who choose to specialize in 'ritual art' are, without exception, unruly and have a high opinion of themselves. Yan Dongqing is an example of this. He is extremely ambitious and will never be willing to be a puppet for others all his life."

The old man continued, "He was born in poverty but was extremely talented. He did not have a family background, but he had talent and ability far beyond that of other children from aristocratic families. He was particularly disgusted by the New Donglin Party's near monopoly of court positions. All these things just met the needs of the Zhu family."

"After relying on the Zhu family, Yan Dongqing bypassed the Ministry of Personnel's jurisdiction by becoming a 'servant official' and quickly rose through the ranks by clinging to the imperial power. This also applies to the people of the Chunqiu Society who died at your hands."

"However, Yan Dongqing also knew that even if the royal family could be revived one day, they would not give him any chance to establish a party. It was expected that the cunning rabbit would be killed and the running dog would be abandoned. So he resolutely chose to leave the Zhu family and use the Chunqiu Society, which the Zhu family had worked so hard to establish, as his own stake, to gamble for his freedom and win the capital to establish a new party."

Li Jun couldn't help but ask after hearing this: "If the imperial power could really produce a group of high-ranking Confucian scholars so easily, why would it need to fawn on you, old man?"

In Li Jun's opinion, this way of promotion is too illusory.

In his understanding, the promotion of the Lone Martial Order was a simple matter of breaking through the siege with fists and feet, from a mountain of corpses to a sea of ​​blood.

Whether it is the life-and-death battle of the mobs, the blood-drinking and bone-chewing of the dictator, or the killing of people to stop the war, they all walk on the corpses of the enemies.

Even other sequences, such as the mutual devouring of Mo Xu and Ming Gui, the pioneering research and development of craftsmen, the reincarnation experience of the new Taoist sequence, the tempering of the Taoist foundation of the old Taoist sequence, as well as the backdoors, authority and rules of the Yin-Yang sequence, can at least be regarded as meaningful.

To put it bluntly, they are all more real than something like "imperial power".

If the royal family had this ability, why would they have fallen to this point?

"The number of people who can be manipulated depends on the strength of the imperial power, and the strength of the imperial power depends on the prosperity of the people's hearts. As for the people's hearts, they are not something that the imperial power can control."

"You think the people's will is empty and false because you, Li Jun, have never lived the life of an ordinary citizen. But if you regard it as a kind of belief, you should be able to understand the truth behind it."

Zhang Fengyue said seriously: "The people's will is not just empty talk, but every stitch and every leaf. It is the joy of the farmer sitting on the ridge looking at the crops in the field, and the excitement of the shepherding woman seeing her cattle and sheep give birth. It is the new tiles for the ancestral home after returning home in glory, and the good health of the family members at home. It is the disabled boy getting a new prosthetic leg, and the innocent girl wearing new clothes in her dream."

The old man with white hair said slowly: "The emergence of the dynasty is also the will of the people for thousands of years. When the people are happy, the imperial power is happy. When the people are sad, the imperial power is sad. A shallow stream cannot accommodate thousands of ships, but a mighty river can nourish all living things. The Zhu family leads the Ming Empire, so they can represent the will of the people and use the imperial power to concoct the Confucian order, which also depends on the will of the people."

"Governing the world is the meaning of the existence of Confucianism. But in this chaotic Ming Dynasty, how many people's hearts can the royal family still have? How many people's hearts can Confucianism still have?"

Zhang Fengyue sighed: "One Spring and Autumn Meeting is the limit of the imperial power. Similarly, the current Confucian Order can only have me, the second in the Order, which is already the limit."

"Yan Dongqing thought that as long as he could get rid of the control of the royal family, accumulate reputation, and wait for an opportunity to establish a new party, he would have the opportunity to break the order and rise to the top, compete with me, and split the Confucian order. So he chose to use the power of Longhu Mountain, thinking that Zhang Xiji would protect him because of this.

"But he is wrong. If this chaotic world continues, the Confucian Order will only become weaker and weaker, and there will be no new Order II."

Zhang Fengyue paused, then said with a slightly bitter smile: "After all, in this chaotic world, what we scholars are least needed are."

Perhaps this is why Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism are collectively referred to as the "Three Religions".

To them, the people's hearts and the world's affairs are like the incense burning in front of their door.

Li Jun pondered for a moment, and asked in confusion: "Why didn't you deal with these people earlier, but let them grow bigger?"

"If it were you, what would you choose between treating the symptoms of a disease that has spread for thousands of years and treating the root cause once and for all?"

Zhang Fengyue asked back with a smile, but did not give Li Jun a chance to answer. He waved his hand and said with a smile: "You have gone off topic. Although it is just a casual chat, you can't talk about it so ramblingly. Otherwise, I am afraid that I won't be able to finish talking about the bitterness and pain in a day and a night."

"No matter how Yan Dongqing struggles, he has chosen the wrong path, and the only outcome is death. Even if you don't kill him, Zhang Xiji will sooner or later realize that he is of no use at all. He doesn't see it now only because he has been bewitched by Huang Liang. This is the drawback of his He Dao Huang Liang."

Li Jun frowned and asked, "Can this Huangliang really become like a human and have his own mind?"

"I'm not sure either, but how could the ancients thousands of years ago have imagined that there would be neon lights on today's blue bricks and gray tiles?"

Zhang Fengyue laughed: "Maybe one day someone will stand in front of me and say that he is Huang Liang, but that's not certain."

"Now Yan Dongqing is blind and Zhang Xiji is a fool."

The old man changed the subject and the smile on his face disappeared: "Who do you think could have fooled them behind the scenes?"

"Eastern Palace." Li Jun answered without hesitation.

"That's right." Zhang Fengyue looked at Li Jun and joked, "It seems that not all Wu Xu are brainless and reckless men."

"I don't use my brain because most of the time, my fists are more useful than my brains."

Li Jun twisted his shoulders and said with a smile, "If I were the second rank now, even if the East Palace could pull me into a dream, I would only punch them to death. What do you think of this? What's the trick?"

"Hahahaha, the words are blunt and the truth is blunt. Nine out of ten things in the world are not as you wish. Where do all the ifs come from?"

Zhang Fengyue said: "The East Palace wants to take back all the rights that were taken away from Huang Liang and completely free him from the shackles that bound him, so it is reasonable for them to do these tricks."

Reclaim, be robbed, shackled, liberated.
As Li Jun heard each word, he felt that at the beginning of Huangliang's establishment, the various parties involved in its construction seemed to know what Huangliang might evolve into, so they chose to suppress it by dividing authority.

One wave on this side has not yet subsided, and another wave over there is about to rise.

What a hassle.

Li Jun put aside these unnecessary long-term concerns and focused his mind on the matters at hand.

"So what you mean is that if I enter Longhu Mountain, in addition to dealing with Zhang Xiji, I also have to guard against the East Palace?"

To Li Jun's surprise, the old man shook his head after hearing this: "The real purpose of the East Palace is not you."

"Is it Zou Sijiu?!"

Li Jun felt a bolt of lightning in his heart, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

Snapped.

Zou Sijiu, who was squatting outside the door, was kicked on the butt. He looked up and saw Chen Qisheng's smiling face.

"Hear me, charlatan? This time we are targeting you. I'm afraid you won't live for many days."

"You kid knows nothing."

Zou Sijiu seemed not to care at all that he was being plotted against, and there was no relief on his face as if he had seen through the situation. He just patted his trouser legs and stood up. He put his hands in his pockets, raised his chin slightly, and looked sideways at the dark sky outside the eaves with a melancholy and deep gaze.

"Master Zou, I have been waiting for this day, but I have waited for too long."

Accustomed to the other party's cynical look, it was the first time that Chen Qisheng saw Zou Sijiu with such a deep expression, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

"Old Chen, this may seem like calculation to you, but to me, it's fucking respect!"

Zou Sijiu exhaled and spoke in a heavy tone: "So many big shots got beaten to a pulp, it turns out it was all because of me, Zou."

"Not him."

The voice that came from inside the door was like a hand pinching Zou Sijiu's throat. The words that were not spoken were stuck in his chest, and his face immediately turned red.

"Master Zou, don't say anything. I know what you are thinking, brother."

An arm was wrapped around Zou Sijiu's tense shoulders. The Taoist imitated him and looked at the sky sideways. He said in the same deep tone, "You have done very well."

Zou Sijiu gnashed his teeth and said, "Niubi, stop being so sarcastic here. I just want to ask you if you want to fight one-on-one?!"

"Dream Master has fought Mu Jun in single combat in the real world, so you are the best in history. Let me tell you this, I will let you run for three breaths. If I don't beat you to your knees and beg for mercy within five breaths, I will consider you powerful."

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"If the mission of the East Palace is to liberate Huangliang, then how could their target not be Zou Sijiu?"

Inside the house, Li Jun said, "He now has 20% of the authority of the Confucian Order."

"This is also a choice between treating the symptoms and the root cause. Zhan Shun has the same idea as me, he also wants to solve the problem once and for all."

“You mean.”

"Their target is me."

Zhang Fengyue laughed out loud and said, "So, Li Jun, this time I am here to act as bait for you. How much I can earn in the end depends on how capable you, the King of Revolution, are!"

Suddenly, the two people who were standing arm in arm under the eaves turned their heads at the same time, and were simultaneously struck by the old man's heroic and excited voice.

"Old Chen, you say we can't be more timid than an old man, right?"

Zou Sijiu muttered to himself, his memories came to an abrupt halt, and a murderous look suddenly appeared between his brows!
He just raised his right arm, pointed his five fingers at the kings of the East Palace standing in mid-air, and clenched them tightly.

A new dream forcefully opened, pulling everyone except Zhan Shun and Yuan Mingfei away from Yongle Cave Heaven!
After Yuan Mingfei showed up, the dream master rules in him had broken away from silence.

This time, he's going to hit six!
"I never thought that a Buddhist scripture that was so tattered could actually give birth to a second scripture. Zhang Fengyue's 'Numerical Art' is really incredible. It can even help him find a way out for you."

The changing features on Zhan Shun's face froze into a peaceful smile.

"But now in Huangliang, how much strength do you, the Bodhisattva, still have?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the river at the foot of the mountain immediately raised a terrifying raging tide, which hit the mountain heavily, shaking the earth and causing gravel to roll everywhere.

Thunder roared, the sky cracked, and what fell was no longer heavy rain, but sea water with a strong fishy and salty taste.

A strong sense of rejection enveloped Yuan Mingfei's body. At this moment, she seemed no longer to be the Bodhisattva who saved all living beings, but a vicious and evil person who had committed a serious mistake, incurring the wrath of heaven and earth, who wanted to crush her to pieces.

Yuan Mingfei ignored everything around her and just flipped her palm lightly.

The biting cold wind rolled in from the southwest, freezing the surging waves, the backflowing sea, and the collapsing mountains.

The flying snow covered all the mud and dirt in the cave in an instant.

The mountain under Yuan Mingfei's feet rose from the ground and pierced the sky.

"You'll know if you can fight if you try."

"The wind from the foreign land can actually blow into the yellow millet one day. The Bodhisattvas of the Ten Directions are really interesting."

Zhan Shun smiled and said, "But I'm not interested in fighting you today. I'm just curious. Zhang Fengyue has spent all his efforts to help you complete the sequence, but now you have abandoned him just to save Zou Sijiu. If he dies,
"Yuan Mingfei, can you be at peace?"

(End of this chapter)