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Chapter 302: Casting Nine Cauldrons (asking for monthly tickets)
The Zhou family in Jiangnan were drinking and chatting as usual behind closed doors.

The Zhou family occupies a large area, with beautiful women singing and dancing, and music of stringed instruments and zithers. Although Jiangnan has undergone earth-shaking changes, there is no difference among this aristocratic family.

A thousand-year-old family, a hundred-year-old king.

The Chen and Ying states only lasted for three hundred years.

Three hundred years ago, emperors were not necessarily emperors, but aristocratic families were still aristocratic families.

Among the noble families who pretended to obey the orders of the Tiance Mansion this time, the leader was the Zhou family, who gathered last year and planned to offer the city to the two countries, and artificially spread the plague to disrupt the morale of the Qilin Army. Today, they hosted a banquet at home to entertain guests, chatting and laughing freely, saying that the Qilin Army had been rejected again.

"Li Guanyi, you are a reckless man!"

"He has a reputation for bravery, but he does not understand the principles of the world."

"If he were here, I would definitely refute him to his face and make him lose face!"

"This is the only way to live up to all I have learned."

Zhou Yuanbi took a sip of wine and looked at the charming dancer, feeling quite tempted to have sex with her.

He laughed again and said, "What else can we say? We need to remove all the tracks built by the noble families themselves, and connect all the places to the main roads that the peasants walk on."

"It's a good thing that he is also a disciple of Wen Zhongzi Wang Tong."

"But you don't know the principle that punishment should not be imposed on officials, and courtesy should not be extended to common people."

"The order of the world should be based on respect and hierarchy. It is reasonable for us to bow to Qin Wuhou. But he actually requires us to follow all kinds of etiquette and rules, just like those mud legs who dig for food in the land."

"What do you think?"

The eldest son of the Zhou family waved his sleeves and said with disdain, "How ridiculous! If we follow the same rules as them, how can we show that our family is superior to them?"

"The ruler is the ruler, the minister is the minister, the father is the father, the son is the son, there should be a hierarchy, only in this way can everything run normally. Now you want to go against the hierarchy, isn't it turning the world upside down? The rules of the Red Emperor for 800 years, the laws of the ancestors, he actually wants to change it, don't you even consider your own weight?"

Everyone laughed and asked, "What do you think?"

Zhou Yuanbi said confidently: "Just wait and see how we operate."

"We are in control of the situation and will not violate his orders. We will fight according to the rules that have been in place for thousands of years."

"Even if Li Guanyi is a Qilin, he can't escape the hands of my family!"

At this moment, there were waves of horse hoof sounds outside. The young master of the aristocratic family said with a smile: "Another official from the Tiance Mansion is here? Let me go and send him off!"

Zhou Yuanbi seemed to have drunk some wine and was a little tipsy. He straightened his appearance and looked polite and gentle, no longer as arrogant as before in front of his family. However, when he opened the door, he saw not scholars but a forest of solemn soldiers with weapons. He was slightly startled.

Wen Lingjun was dressed in solemn court robes, holding a book in his hand. An air of gracefulness and murderousness surged and fell, causing all the sons of noble families to change their expressions suddenly. Wen Lingjun walked forward slowly, with soldiers holding spears and walking slowly behind him, exuding a solemn and sharp air.

The Tiance Mansion's Chief Clerk spoke in a calm and powerful voice, emphasizing each word:
"The Zhou family in Jiangnan does not respect education and disobeys the king's orders."

"For the crime of disrespect, I have come to arrest you by order of my Lord and Lord. Where is the head of the Zhou family?"

"Kneel down."

"Accept the prince's order!"

Wen Lingjun unfolded the file. Facing the man from the noble family, Wen Lingjun had a solemn expression and his court clothes were dignified and solemn. On the file in his hand, there was a big word written in cinnabar.

Said——【punish】.

Zhou Yuanbi's face changed drastically. He sobered up immediately after drinking so much alcohol.

Previously, he was distracted by the beauty and could only think of sex, but now he was sober and said anxiously:

"What crime have we committed in disobeying you? Where is your Majesty? I want to confront you in person!"

The prince was eating rice cooked with firewood with the common people.

The prince cooked the meal and lit the fire himself.

Wen Lingjun sighed inwardly, his expression stern, and he scolded: "Since you said that there is order of superiority and inferiority, what qualifications do you have to sit with the Lord?!"

"You are the son of a mere noble family, are you worthy of that?"

This sentence made Zhou Yuanbi blush and speechless.

"If you want a reason, then let your reasoning lead you to one!"

"Your crime is--"

Wen Lingjun swept his sleeves and said coldly:
"It's not what you want!"

The armored soldiers of the Qilin Army had already stepped forward, in groups of five, with two sword and shield men in the front, one spearman in the middle, and two armored soldiers holding mechanical crossbows at the end. As they marched, the friction sound of the armor plates was solemn and sharp.

Zhou Yuanbi turned pale, staggered, and sat on the ground, unable to stand up.

Wen Lingjun helped him up.

Then he pointed to the Zhou family's plaque.

In front of him, the plaque written by Emperor Wu of Chen three hundred years ago was shot down and fell to the ground. It was stepped on and crushed by the ordinary-born Qilin Army. It was covered with dust and burned as if it were firewood.

The Zhou family of Xuzhou, a prominent family, had committed many crimes, which were known to Wen He, so he brought them down.

Wen He wrote the manifesto himself.

All the guilty people, both high and low, will be sentenced, and all the gold and silver will be returned to the public.

Yan Daiqing is refreshed.

But after this incident, the other noble families immediately became extremely obedient and honest. Wen He wrote in a letter: "The noble families are like jackals, and they should not be pushed too hard. If they are pushed too hard, they may join forces due to their in-laws and the use of force from outside."

"It's better to frame all the crimes. I mean, put the blame on Zhou."

"In this way, other noble families will naturally think that we are just killing a chicken to scare the monkeys. They will take the initiative to help us find many reasons to destroy the Zhou family and package this matter to be reasonable and logical."

"My lord has troops in his hands, and he is respected by the people all over the world."

"As long as we don't kill them all in an instant."

"There are aristocratic families who will debate the scriptures for us."

Li Guanyi agreed.

He ordered Wen Lingjun to hold a banquet to deal with these things. The other families had already made plans to fight to the death, but when they found that the Qilin Army seemed to be targeting only the Zhou family, they felt relieved.

They all stood at the Tiance Mansion, reprimanded Zhou, and secretly gave Wen He and Wen Lingjun gifts of gold and silver, rare treasures, and beautiful singers.

Wen Ling declined politely.

All the beautiful lady Wen He was returned, and all the gold and silver were kept.

After receiving it, he split it 50-50 with the son of the noble family.

The noble family boy felt that Mr. Wenhe, his confidant and good friend, was just forced to stand on Li Guanyi's side. Gradually, he opened up to Li Guanyi and exclaimed, "Mr. Wenhe, you are a sincere gentleman!"

Wen He told Xiao Zhi everything.

Xiaozhi's little notebook is full again.

The threat posed by the aristocratic families was gradually quelled. The eighteen states in the south of the Yangtze River were previously divided into [Jianghu], [Chen State] and [Ying State] respectively. They had different currencies and different ratios of gold and silver in circulation. There was even a concern that they would be easily taken away after being invaded by other countries. Even the carriage tracks were different.

With the support of Mohism, Duke Wu of Qin issued an order.

The two thousand miles of territory in the south of the Yangtze River have the same wheel gauge and unified currency.

The printing style of books is unified.

No distinctions allowed.

He also sent messages to different villages and towns, inviting the old and young in the villages and towns to choose a person of high moral character and prestige to go to the capitals of the eighteen states in the south of the Yangtze River to watch the military parade of the Qilin Army.

The spring planting season had already passed, and a few respected people were selected from the villagers and townspeople to go. Everyone was curious about what they were going to do. The common people were extremely curious, while the aristocratic families were worried.

There are actually two kinds of feelings about one thing.

At the same time, when Li Guanyi was implementing these policies, pacifying the threat from the aristocratic families, and preparing to hold a military parade, the fortunes of the mountains, rivers and people in the land of Jiangnan began to gather.

Like a dragon or snake rising from the land, the waves are surging.

The old Siming sat on the back of the black tortoise, watching the change in luck, dumbfounded. After a long pause, he sighed and said, "Back then, Tuyuhun was seeking revenge on the one hand, and building up strength on the other."

"He killed all the leaders of the tribes in the Western Regions and melted down their royal seals, and then he connected his fame and power with the world's situation. But he killed so many people and made rivers of blood to achieve this, and you actually accomplished it so easily?"

"easily?"

“This is not easy.”

"I'm just well-informed."

Li Guanyi answered.

The old Siming asked, "You are well-informed? Where did you get this knowledge from?"

Li Guanyi was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "When I was a kid, I was wandering outside with my aunt, and I saw..."

It’s the same opening move again, even the lines haven’t changed.

The old Siming was so annoyed that he jumped down from the black tortoise, kicked it, and cursed, "Fuck you."

"How come you always encounter everything when you're wandering?"

"If you want to fool an old man like me, at least find a better excuse!"

Li Guanyi pondered for a moment, then said sincerely:
“I once dreamed that…”

Sima Ming was speechless.

dream?

This is because I am too lazy to even find an excuse.

The Qilin Army quickly prepared for the military parade.

Or, it is more like the military review on the battlefield of this era, but this time the military review is not for the purpose of conquering the four directions, but to show the military prowess to the people. When the people see the well-equipped and magnificent momentum of the Qilin Army, they all feel at ease.

They talked to each other and looked happy.

"My child also wants to join the Qilin Army."

The children of the aristocratic families all thought of what happened to the Zhou family, and their faces turned pale with horror.

No one knows who dug up the Zhou family’s crimes.

Incredibly detailed.

Annexing land, relying on population, or seizing the land of civilians by instigation or robbery are not uncommon cases.

First, the noble families leased the land from the common people. Since they could enjoy tax exemption, the common people were happy to see it happen. They only needed to transfer 70% of the taxes originally paid to the state to the noble families, and the common people also benefited.

Then the second step is to seize by force in various ways.

Soon the land leased to the family was sold to the family.

The people who were originally in a cooperative relationship became hired long-term or short-term workers.

Obviously working hard.

However, the debts owed to the aristocratic families were increasing. Even selling the land could not fill the hole, so they had to sell themselves as well. The aristocratic families in Jiangnan were very familiar with these methods. They were not like the Xue family who focused on business, nor were they like the Murong family, who were famous for their sword-making.

Without such means, he has to maintain such a huge business.

The extravagance was even greater than that of the Xue family.

Naturally, more land and population are needed.

With so many people, it is natural that the family rules of the aristocratic family will override the national law. If the master uses the family rules to beat a few slaves to death, is that still a big deal in this aristocratic family?
Not to mention the buying and selling of human beings as slaves.

Who in this Jiangnan family has not done this?
These things, in the era when the Red Emperor and the aristocratic families ruled the world together, were tacitly acknowledged by everyone from top to bottom. However, when these things that were tacitly acknowledged were brought out, they became shocking tragedies, and each one was so shocking.

Xiao Zhi compared the laws and regulations one by one.

Not a single omission.

As for the severity of the discretion, many factors are considered.

If this person has decent character and all the problems are due to his family involvement, then the sentence will be lighter.

The names on Xiaozhi's book are highlighted.

The name is not only in Xiaozhi's book, but also in the lord's book.

Look no further.

Wait to die.

Wen Lingjun asked if this was too hasty, and Xiao Zhi replied: "Given the lord's personality, Dai Qing would be worried about whether he would break Dai Qing's wrist if he punched him. Even he couldn't help but write it down in the notebook, so there must be something wrong."

Wen Ling was silent.

Although this is crude, it seems to make sense.

Xiao Zhi publicly tried Zhou. Upon seeing this, the Legalist students who had originally entered Jiangnan happily came to Tian Ce Mansion. Thirty-seven more people were added to Tian Ce Mansion, all of whom were top Legalist students.

The talent shortage problem in the Jiangnan area has finally been alleviated.

On the second day of the military parade, the vast and majestic fortune of Jiangnan finally gathered to its limit. Li Guanyi used the method taught by the ancient red dragon to try to gather all this fortune to the Murong family's foundry.

During this period of time, the Murong family's foundry craftsman had already completed the prototype.

The casting site of the Murong family attracted the lava flames from the ground. The underground fire burned intensely. Li Guanyi wore only a pair of trousers, revealing his smooth upper body curves and explosive muscle arcs. His black hair was tied up and swayed in the blazing hot wind. There are two ways of casting.

One method is to melt gold and iron materials with flames and then hammer and cast them.

One type is a warrior with a very high level of martial arts and spiritual cultivation, who mobilizes tremendous internal strength, Dharma image, and soul, and uses special methods to forge it.

The Murong family is proficient in both methods, but Li Guanyi is currently using the second method.

At this moment, internal energy, vital energy, and soul have all gathered to the peak.

Li Guanyi turned his eyes slightly and saw a strand of long silver hair.

The long silver hair was dancing in the hot wind caused by the high temperature. The boy shifted his gaze upwards and saw a handsome face and a broken hat. The man noticed Li Guanyi coming over and glared at him fiercely.

"What are you looking at?!"

"what?!"

Li Guan looked away expressionlessly.

The whale fisherman sat cross-legged here, drank a sip of wine, and glanced at the secret place of the Murong family, but said with disdain: "Who left this formation? It's so crude, so crude!"

Li Guan remained silent and said, "Senior... when did you come?"

The whale fisherman looked at Li Guanyi and sneered:

"Second brother, why are you so polite?"

"We were so close to burning yellow paper, chopping off a chicken's head, and becoming sworn brothers."

"Why are you calling him 'senior'? It's just a waste of time."

Li Guanyi said: "Senior, we were all drunk at the time, so it doesn't count."

The whale fisherman raised his eyebrows and said:
"Then if we get drunk on the wedding night, it doesn't count?"

Li Guanyi looked at him in confusion: "Isn't this how Senior got tricked?"

"Do you think you and the Demon Sect leader are on the same page?"

"…………"

Old Siming laughed out loud.

The whale fisherman held his breath at this sentence and almost couldn't breathe.

Why does this boy speak in such a sarcastic tone?

But where did this experience come from?

He thought that he had been a beggar everywhere when he was young, but he had never seen such a vicious-tongued guy. He simply ignored him, shook the wine gourd in his hand, and there was still a lot of Thousand Days of Drunk left, so he tilted his head back and drank it.

He didn't want to come here either, but the whale fisherman knew that if he didn't come, the one standing here would be Yaoguang.

This is the earth fire furnace!
The temperature was too high, and the thought of her daughter having to look at this boy's body made her feel uncomfortable.

The whale fishermen felt very angry.

His eyes were red.

"How dignified!"

The old Siming said in surprise, "How can you, a rebellious little beggar, say such a thing?"

The whale fisherman paused for a moment before answering:
"This time, that time."

Then, unwilling to say anything more, he found Murong Longtu and said that with his attainments in formation, he was more suitable to come to this place than Murong Longtu, who only had an indestructible sword energy left.

Murong Longtu agreed after thinking about it.

The whale fisherman looked at Li Guanyi, took a sip of wine, and frowned slightly: "Besides, I am also curious about what this kid's "Emperor's Divine Art" can achieve and what kind of skills it can achieve?"

Old Siming shook his head and said puzzledly:
"It's just a little strange. At that time, Emperor Wu of Chen trampled across the Central Plains with his horses, killing the royal family. The wheels of his horses rolled over the flesh for three hundred feet. The Tuyuhun killed people by melting seals and casting tools, all of which were to gather the prestige and fortune of the people on themselves."

"This kid placed the anchor of his luck on the Qilin Army."

"It's strange."

A lot of gold and iron were thrown into the furnace at the center of the earth and then melted quickly.

Li Guanyi watched the fire gradually die down and replied:

"My teacher once told us not to engage in personality cult."

"Even the Green Robe Immortal Guest died, didn't he?"

"One day, Li Guanyi will grow old and die, but the Qilin Army, or the regiment that protects Jiangnan, will still be there; the Qilin Army will not be the original batch, but the Qilin Army will always be there."

"So much luck falls on me alone. If I die, the luck will also be dispersed. It is too wasteful. But if it falls on the battle group, it can last for a long time."

The young man stretched out his hand, feeling the temperature of the flame, and whispered:
"Li Guanyi of Jiangnan will die one day."

“But Li Guanyi’s Jiangnan has always existed.”

Li Guanyi sensed that the formation was almost operational, so he picked up Old Wen's iron hoe and threw it lightly.

The hoe fell into the earth's core furnace.

It was just an ordinary farm tool.

But that was clearly old Wen's life.

Li Guanyi watched as the hoe that carried Old Wen's life's memories and experiences melted, and watched as the various utensils melted and turned into golden red liquid, gathering together.

The hoe carries all of Old Wen's experiences from the time he was fifteen years old to his present old age, those beautiful, painful, struggling, and ultimately surviving experiences.

And here, there are tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people like Old Wentou who have such a deep connection with this land, such deep feelings, and such deep sorrow.

Coming from all over the two thousand miles of Jiangnan.

It is the needle for sewing clothes for children, the hoe for tilling the fields, the sword and the machete for protecting the family, it is this world, this chaotic world, and the desire for peace.

It is the people and memories on this land, and the feelings between the land and the people.

Only in this way can we have the material to cast the Nine Cauldrons!

No other natural treasures, rare gold or jade are worthy of being the carrier of the Nine Cauldrons.

Inside Li Guanyi's body, the Nine Cauldrons roared.

Li Guanyi exhaled, and beside him, the red dragon image reappeared, with clear scales. It swam slowly, opened its mouth, and a stream of dragon flame spurted out. Outside this formation, hundreds of Murong family's foundry masters assisted Li Guanyi in activating the earth's core furnace.

boom! ! ! !

The blazing fire is like a volcanic eruption.

However, the power of the volcanic eruption was forcibly sealed inside by the formation and turned into a casting furnace.

Li Guanyi used his internal energy as a hammer and took a half step forward.

make a fist.

Horizontal strike!

Mobilize the energy of mountains, rivers and the earth, and use dragon flame and earth fire to forge this tripod.

boom! ! !
The tripod has not yet taken shape, but its sound is already clear.

Li Guanyi felt that a lot of the internal energy in his body was consumed, and then he re-stimulated it and continued to move forward, transforming the foundation of his internal energy into a heavy hammer to cast this tripod.

The internal energy collided again and again.

Imitate the charm of the Nine Cauldrons in Li Guanyi's body and pass on this charm.

He gathered the might of the mountains and rivers that were driven by the ancient red dragon's mantra, and then hammered it into the gold and iron material one by one. The roaring sound became louder and louder, and more and more magnificent. Old Sima Ming's expression slowly solidified, and his eyes changed.

The whale fisherman who was drinking froze and said:

"Turn me into a hammer and refine a divine weapon."

"Isn't this the [Emperor's Divine Art]??!"

Suddenly, bursts of dragon roars were heard. It turned out to be the Ancient Red Dragon. It had sensed the changes in the fortune of the Jiangnan area and came here to fulfill the agreement made that day. With the power of the Ancient Red Dragon, it soared above the nine heavens and coordinated the fortune.

boom! ! !
Accompanied by this fierce blow.

The gold, iron and water gathered together and formed the shape of a tripod.

There was a golden-red light shining above.

The body of the tripod is like heaven and earth, possessing the three elements and four symbols. Strands of flowing light are imprinted on it, galloping and changing back and forth, but suddenly, bursts of muffled thunder are heard.

The Murong family's geocentric furnace formation, which was powerful enough to forge mysterious weapons, began to tremble violently at this moment.

Then layers of cracks appeared.

As if it could not withstand such a huge impact, the earth's core furnace that had lasted for hundreds of years began to collapse, and the Murong family's sword-making place began to collapse. The formation that originally restrained the flames began to shatter under the impact of luck.

The fire spread outward.

The whale fisherman sneered, “I said that Murong Longtu’s ancestors, though they had fate, found such a place where the earth and fire gathered, and only then did they settle down here, and there was the legend of sword-making of the Murong family.”

"Hey! That kid!"

He shouted to Li Guanyi:

"Call me brother and I will help you."

Although he was trying to help, it still felt like a beggar playing tricks.

Li Guanyi ignored it.

The old Siming jumped onto the back of the black tortoise to avoid the underground fire and said hurriedly:

"The formation is broken, how can you help?"

"Broken?"

"There is no broken formation in front of me."

The whale fisherman knew where the problem lay. He sneered a few times, took off the wine gourd and threw it into the sky. The Thousand Days Drunk in the wine gourd churned down, but turned into traces of formation imprints the moment it fell.

The formation at this sword-forging place is created and destroyed here.

The silver-haired man drank from his glass, laughed loudly and said arrogantly:

"Forget it, let's talk about our affairs some other day."

"Boy, go and forge this tripod yourself!"

"I'm here!"

"I guarantee that this formation will not be destroyed before you cast the tripod!"

Amidst wild laughter, the formation started again!
In the end, the speed of its collapse and destruction was not even as fast as the speed at which the whale fisherman could repair it. The huge tripod slowly condensed into a huge one, with a dark color all over. The golden light gathered and turned into a feng shui map of Jiangnan.

Li Guanyi collapsed, gasping for breath, with his palm on the huge tripod.

The "Hetu Kuodi Xiang" says: "There are nine paths in the sky, and nine states in the earth. The sky has nine divisions and eight periods, and the earth has nine states and eight pillars. The ruins of Kunlun, the lower cave contains the right; the state of Chixian is the center."

[The southeast is called Shenzhou]

So the young man gave this name to his first place of foothold.

On that day, Duke Wu of Qin issued an imperial decree.

There are a total of eighteen states in the south of the Yangtze River, which are gathered together and collectively called one state.

say--

Shenzhou.

No one knows these two words, I miss them so much and am reluctant to let them go.

So he cast a tripod.

When the tripod was completed, all the luck gathered and suddenly surged towards the sky. The ancient red dragon circled above the nine heavens, and the clouds rolled and pressed down. The sound of the dragon's roar and the sound of the tripod merged together, as loud as thunder.

Thunder flashed across the entire sky, and insects in the grass and trees were shaking.

This day is the Waking of Insects.

Mao is the month of mid-spring. The hexagram is in the Zhen position. All things come out of Zhen, which is a sign of birth.

The sky is high, the earth is thick, and the world is peaceful.

Children walked hand in hand, skipping along the road south of the Yangtze River, happily singing a ballad that goes, "There are three signs of the Waking of Insects: the first is when peaches begin to bloom; the second is when orioles begin to sing; the third is when eagles turn into doves."

Li Guan took a deep breath and his hands trembled.

The tripod was finally completed.

The body of the tripod is heavy and thick.

Then, an indescribable breath rose up.

Fall on him.

(End of this chapter)