Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 679: Educating Thirty-Six Nations
Under the night.

Peacock Sea is quiet and peaceful.

It reflects the entire brilliant starry sky like a mirror.

From a distance, it looks like sparkling gems inlaid in the crystal clear lake water, appearing beautiful and enchanting among the vast yellow sand.

The fog is lingering.

It is still shrouded in a somewhat mysterious atmosphere.

The Peacock Sea is a famous lake in the Western Regions. It is named Peacock Sea because its shape resembles a peacock with its tail spread out.

Because the salt content of the seawater is too high, there is no life in the water, and there is no grass on the surface of the lake, so it is also called the Sea of ​​Death. During the day, the sky and water are the same color, like a mirror connecting with the blue sky, so it is also called the Mirror of the Sky...

On the east side of the Peacock Sea.

There is a river called Peacock River because it originates in the Peacock Desert.

Although the water of Kongque Lake is bitter and salty, the water of Kongque River is clear and fresh. On both sides of the river, there are towering poplar trees, green grass, blooming flowers, and pleasant scenery.

Therefore, a country was built on both sides of the river, named Xiaowan.

Among the thirty-six kingdoms in the Western Regions, Xiaowan Kingdom was neither big nor small. It had a population of more than 300,000 and five to six thousand soldiers.

The more than 300,000 people in Xiaowan all depend on the Peacock River for their livelihood...

To the east of Xiaowan State.

It is the source of the Peacock River, and the Peacock Desert, one of the three major deserts in the Western Regions.

The Peacock Desert is located between the Thirty-Six Kingdoms of the Western Regions and the Loess Plateau. Almost anyone who wants to enter the Western Regions has to cross the Peacock Desert.

Unless you take a detour, climb snow-capped mountains and wade through the Gobi Desert.

Therefore, the Peacock Desert is the only way to enter the Western Regions, and Feng Qingyan encountered a caravan in the desert...

In the silent night.

There were a few lights on the banks of the Peacock River, and the sound of stringed instruments could be heard faintly in the wind. Under the thousand-year-old poplar trees on the bank, a dozen young Zhou people were drinking happily in a two-story stone restaurant.

These young men were in their early twenties and dressed like scholars.

One can tell at a glance that he is a scholar who has not yet been beaten by society and still has a bit of arrogance.

Because only the arrogant scholars would not change their attire even when they came to the Western Regions. They looked down on the 36 countries in the Western Regions, the strange culture of the Western Regions, and the costumes that had no aesthetic appeal at all...

Although Zhou clothing is not very suitable for blocking wind and sand, it is even less able to cope with the harsh climate in the Western Regions.

But they still didn't change.

in their hearts.

Even if you are far away from home, you still have to wear the clothes of your hometown. At most, you can cover your face with a scarf to block the wind and sand...

These young scholars all looked exhausted, and almost all of them had dark red spots on their faces from the sun, and their lips were a little chapped.

But each of them has an extraordinary aura.

"Three years! We only need three years to recover the 30,000-li Western Region."

A young man with a chapped face, but still able to conceal his heroic spirit, was holding a ceramic bottle of wine in his hand and speaking while staggering with a strong sense of drunkenness.

“Haha, three years!”

"In three years, we will recover the vast western regions and educate the thirty-six nations..."

There were also young people laughing loudly, their drunken eyes full of hope for the future.

They arrived in the Western Regions half a year ago.

at first.

They just wanted to travel to the Western Regions, see the beauty of the Western Regions, see the wonders of the Western Regions, and see the people of the Western Regions. But after seeing most of it, they decided to stay in the Western Regions temporarily, try to recover the vast Western Regions, and educate the thirty-six countries...

This decision was supported by everyone.

When they made up their minds, they were full of ambition and courage, and were determined to recover the Western Regions before returning to the Zhou Dynasty.

"Xiaowan State is dominated by our Zhou people, so we can use Xiaowan State as a starting point..."

A young man said as he drank.

But after a moment.

They suddenly discovered that there was a commotion outside the restaurant, and some young people could not help but look out the window and saw that the commotion on both sides of the Peacock River was getting more and more serious.

They all seemed to be looking towards the east in fear.

"Brother Chen, what happened?"

The heroic young man asked doubtfully, carrying the bottle of wine to the window, and heard a great deal of noise outside, which already seemed to be in chaos.

"Not good, it seems that a sandstorm has hit the Peacock River."

A young man said with a serious expression.

"what?"

"How big is this sandstorm?"

"From the looks of it, it shouldn't be small, otherwise it wouldn't cause such a big commotion."

At this moment, the young people in the restaurant seemed to sober up all of a sudden, and went downstairs with worried looks on their faces.

Under the thousand-year-old poplar tree.

A handsome young man stood still, squinting his eyes and looking at the eastern night sky. He seemed to be in his early twenties.

The night sky in the east.

Yellow sand was flying all over the sky, like a huge wall of sand, blocking the bright starry sky.

The young men who walked down from the restaurant all changed their expressions and showed horror in their eyes after seeing the night sky in the east.

"This this……"

"How is this possible? How could there be such a horrible sandstorm?"

Some young people were extremely shocked and their voices trembled, because the sandstorm was far beyond their imagination.

They see.

The sandstorm reached thousands of miles...

From a distance, it looked like a huge sea of ​​sand crashing towards the Peacock River.

At this moment, they finally understood why the two sides of the river suddenly became chaotic and the people were terrified. When the sandstorm came, there would be no Peacock River in the Western Regions, and Xiaowan Kingdom would be buried under the Yellow Sea.

"Sir, what should we do?"

The heroic young man walked to the thousand-year-old poplar tree and said with an anxious look on his face.

In such a terrible sandstorm, even as literati, they probably could not escape.

It can only be buried under the yellow sand along with the Peacock River and Xiaowan Kingdom.

How could this not shock them?

They have not yet recovered the 30,000-li Western Regions, nor have they civilized the 36 nations...

My ambitions have not been fulfilled.

How can they be willing to do this?

"If this sandstorm hits us, the Peacock River will become history and Xiaowan Kingdom will also be destroyed..." said the young man under the thousand-year-old poplar tree, turning around and looking at the people behind him, "We can only smash the sandstorm to save the Peacock River, Xiaowan Kingdom, and the 330,000 people on both sides of the river."

"Second Brother, this sandstorm is too terrifying. I'm afraid we can't break it with our strength." A young man said worriedly, "This sandstorm is at least ten thousand miles wide. The yellow sand is like a wall and a mountain. It can cover the Peacock River in an instant..."

As they were talking, the banks of the Peacock River had already been in chaos.

Countless people packed up their belongings and fled.

but.

Who can outrun a sandstorm thousands of miles away?
Even a scholar might not be able to outrun them, let alone ordinary people? Although the people in the Western Regions were more ferocious and physically stronger than those in the Zhou Dynasty, they were still just ordinary people, and at most they had learned a few martial arts to protect themselves.

At this moment, sounds of beating, scolding, crying, women's screams, etc. were heard from both sides of the Peacock River.

But more of them are voices of despair.

In Xiaowan's capital, its king looked at the sandstorm in the eastern night sky, despair in his eyes.

He didn't understand.

Why is there such a terrible sandstorm?

A sandstorm covering thousands of miles is simply unimaginable, let alone unheard of.

"Lord, please leave quickly. It will be too late if you don't leave now."

Someone advised.

“This is my country, where should I go?”

The ruler of Xiaowan said.

And at this time.

Under the thousand-year-old poplar tree, the young man known as the Second Senior Brother said, "Everyone, are you willing to follow me to break up the sandstorm?"

"I wish." The heroic young man was the first to speak.

"I am willing to follow Second Brother."

The other nine young men hesitated for a moment and said.

"Okay, crushing the sandstorm is the first step in our efforts to educate the thirty-six nations."

The second brother laughed loudly, and strode towards the sandstorm. "We are like sharp knives, piercing through this sandstorm..."

The heroic young man followed.

The other nine young men looked at each other and fled away as if they were ready to die.

They were not trying to fight against the sandstorm, but to pierce a hole in it...

As long as a hole is pierced in the Wanli Sandstorm, its power will be greatly reduced. It is possible that the hole will become larger and larger, and finally cause the Wanli Sandstorm to collapse.

Then the Peacock River will be saved.

The second senior brother was Helian Shan, and the heroic young man was naturally Liu Ling, whose name was Yunxiao.

At first, they really just wanted to travel around the Western Regions, but who would have thought that half a year after arriving in the Western Regions, they suddenly made a major decision, which was to use the strength of eleven people to recover the 30,000-li Western Regions and educate the people of the thirty-six countries...

Three years is just their ideal time.

It does not mean that we must recover the 30,000-li Western Regions and educate the people of the 36 countries within three years.

After all, there are only eleven of them.

Although they are all above the level of scholars, especially Helian Shan, he is already at the level of a scholar, and his strength far exceeds that of an ordinary scholar.

But there were no great scholars, let alone great sages.

The thirty-six kingdoms in the Western Regions have great sages...

Therefore, it would undoubtedly be extremely difficult for these eleven people to retake the Western Regions, and it could even be said to be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

If we could get help from Zangshan Academy, the difficulty would naturally be much easier.

Especially when the eldest brother takes action.

But who would have thought.

Before they officially started the operation, they encountered a thousand-mile sandstorm that was rarely seen in a century.

If they didn't take action, the Peacock River would have been submerged by the sandstorm.

As for Xiaowan, they naturally have their own experts, but none of them are at the level of great sages. Without great sages, they are completely powerless against such a horrible sandstorm...

In fact, there were still quite a few Zhou people in Xiaowan Kingdom.

But they didn't take action.

Because there is nothing that can be done.

They are not like Helianshan, Liu Ling and other students, who are willing to die for their ideals. Moreover, they are not like Helianshan and Liu Ling, who are willing to risk their lives to save 300,000 people...

In the eyes of Helian Shan and other eleven students.

If we can’t even save 300,000 people, how can we educate the thirty-six countries?
These three hundred thousand people.

It's just one country.

So they prepared to attack.

At this moment, on the city wall of Xiaowan’s capital, countless people looked at the night sky in the east in horror, and each of them trembled with fear.

They can't and won't escape.

but.

They also did not go up to fight like Helian Shan.

"It's over, it's over..."

This is their only thought.

It seemed as if the whole person was frightened out of his wits by the huge sandstorm.

The capital was in chaos, and the banks of the Peacock River were in chaos. Many people committed evil deeds before their death...

Unfortunately, no one tried to stop it at this moment. They were all frightened by the huge sandstorm, and despair appeared in their eyes.

With such a terrible sandstorm, the Peacock River will no longer exist.

The Xiaowan Kingdom was naturally buried under the yellow sand.

However, Helian Shan and the other eleven students from the first batch of Zangshan Academy went against the wind and turned into sharp knives to pierce the thousands-mile sandstorm.

In the capital city, many people vaguely saw Helian Shan and others, and were all extremely shocked.

Are they seeking their own death?
These scholars in the Zhou Dynasty really have read so much that they have lost their minds and actually want to break up the sandstorm...

Many people were shocked by Helian Shan and the other eleven students.

They felt the spirit, passion and enthusiasm of youth from students like Helian Shan...

Too bad they are no longer young.

Huhu——

The Wanli sandstorm has not arrived yet.

The sandstorm has arrived.

Sand and dust fell from the night sky like rain.

At this moment, the night sky on both sides of the Peacock River no longer has bright stars, only flying yellow sand.

puff!
Snapped!
The wind blew sand mixed with gravel.

And with the arrival of wind and sand, the sandstorm covering thousands of miles was getting closer and closer.

Everyone felt the loud rumbling sound of heaven and earth, and it seemed that the heaven and earth were also shaking under the vast sandstorm.

Helian Shan and the other eleven students did not retreat and continued to face the sandstorm.

"Sir, the wind and sand are too strong."

Liu Ling had already covered his face with a scarf, but he still felt a mouthful of sand. He said, "I'm afraid that the eleven of us can't make a hole in the sandstorm..."

The other nine people narrowed their eyes and said nothing, but followed closely behind.

"Push through!" Helian shouted, "The eleven of us will pass through the center of the sandstorm and will definitely make a hole."

"Are you all traveling together?"

"I will go with you."

Liu Ling said.

"I will go with you."

"I will go with you."

The other nine people all said the same thing.

boom--

At this moment, Helian Shan burst out in his strongest state, looked back at the ten people behind him, and said: "Everyone, I, Helian Shan, will go first."

Rumbling--

The aura on Helian Shan's body seemed to explode, instantly tearing apart the surrounding wind and sand.

But this is just sand wind, not a sandstorm.

At this moment, he was like an arrow on a string, suddenly shooting towards the dark sandstorm.

"I will follow."

Liu Ling shouted and followed closely.

At this time, he had already reached the level of a literary master and was considered one of the outstanding disciples of Zangshan Academy.

Immediately afterwards, nine students followed closely behind him, and flew towards the dark and terrifying sandstorm like long arrows.

Huhu——

Helian Shan flew away, and the aura emanating from his body tore through the wind and sand around him.

However, as he got closer and closer to the center of the sandstorm, he gradually felt an extremely powerful pressure, as if there were terrifying forces pressing towards him from all sides, making him feel as if he couldn't breathe.

At this moment, he had only one thought, to penetrate the sandstorm.

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