Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 355: Seeking Help, Seeking Help Again
Yang Baitao opened her mouth but said nothing in the end.

Zhang Yuan looked at Guo Chang, who was sitting in front of the fire with a blanket wrapped around him, and slowly closed his eyes again.

He fought hard, he fought hard once in Toyota County.

Sometimes people need to have something in mind.

I will not refuse even if there are thousands of difficulties and dangers, and I will not regret even if I face death.

At this moment, a faint golden light seemed to flash across Zhang Yuan's body.

The mighty power.

Zhengyang County, County School.

Zuo Qiuren, who was sitting in front of the long desk, had a changing expression on his face.

In front of him, on an unfolded scroll, there was a travelogue left by Zhang Yuan in the small courtyard of Chunshantu.

After Zuoqiu Ren memorized it, he left behind a method of Confucian and Taoist seal carving before leaving.

Just now, after reading the travel notes left by Zhang Yuan, he left a line of words on the blank scroll on the long desk.

"For the prosperity of Confucianism, I will die a hundred times without regret."

At this time, after copying down what Zhang Yuan saw in Qingtianzhou, he could not calm down for a long time.

Outside Yongtianzhou, Confucianism and Taoism were so difficult, but Zuoqiu Ren enjoyed support from the county government and the respect of countless students.

He had never thought about doing anything to promote the development of Confucianism and Taoism.

"I'm going to Qingtianzhou."

In front of the long desk, Zuoqiu Ren clenched his fists.

……

The desk in the small courtyard in the Spring Mountain Painting.

The eldest prince looked at the words below the two words "Spring Hunting" with a deep look in his eyes.

Combining the travel notes of Qingtianzhou, the eldest prince already had some ideas in his mind.

He clenched his fists slightly, and there was an indescribable look in his eyes.

The last time the Qin Dynasty sent troops outside Yongtianzhou was more than a thousand years ago, right?
Although they won that battle, 300,000 black armored soldiers were buried in the sky, and the Qin Dynasty no longer had the power to conquer the sky.

This time, will the Qin Dynasty restart the war to conquer the sky?

The illusion in front of him dissipated and the eldest prince stood up.

"I'll find a top-notch book on Confucian and Taoist seal carving from the library in the mansion."

"Let Bai Chen, Chen Xuanfeng, and Duan Yunhe return to the Imperial City to participate in the Spring Hunt."

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Qianyang Palace.

Yu Kuizhen stood below cautiously.

After going to the chief's desk, Emperor Yuan Kang looked calmly at the travel notes and the words he had copied down on the scroll.

Only after he had read all the text did Emperor Yuankang close the book and his eyes fell on Yu Kuizhen.

The moment the emperor's gaze fell, Yu Kuizhen trembled all over, as if he was being stared at by an invincible beast, and his blood and energy froze.

Serving the king is like serving a tiger. This is true.

"Get a copy of the Nine Revolutions engraved score from the Imperial Household Department's library," Emperor Yuan Kang said calmly after a pause. "And spread the news that this spring hunt is for the purpose of preparing the new army."

Nine-turn engraving?

The news got out?
Yu Kuizhen lowered his head and bowed as he left the hall.

"Try to guess the emperor's mind?" Emperor Yuankang sat where he was, a trace of loneliness on his face. "I don't want to be alone, but unfortunately..."

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Qingtian Island.

After a night's rest, the students were more relaxed when the convoy set off again.

On the way, he either recited poems or chanted famous lines, appearing quite free and easy, without the panic of being ambushed by monsters yesterday.

Guo Chang and Zhang Yuan rode in the same carriage, with their heads down and not speaking.

Zhang Yuan was not in the carriage, but was carrying a book box and walking beside the carriage.

He practiced both Confucianism and martial arts, and did not feel tired at all.

After driving for dozens of miles, two paper cranes flew into Li Wenyan's hands.

Li Wenyan's face was grim, and he said in a deep voice, "Two more teams were attacked."

Wang Zhixue glanced around and waved his hand: "Speed ​​up." For a moment, the atmosphere in the convoy suddenly became tense, and the vehicles moved forward quickly.

After running for a hundred miles, there is a small town ahead.

Several teachers breathed a sigh of relief.

Although there are more dangers of unrest where there are many people, the righteous spirit of Confucianism and Taoism exists between heaven and earth. Where human beings gather, the righteous power becomes more powerful.

"Let's find an inn to stay and have a rest before we continue." Sun Zesheng said loudly.

Wang Zhixue turned his head and looked behind him: "Zhang Yuan, maintain order and be vigilant."

Zhang Yuan nodded, stopped and guided the carriage forward.

After entering the town, we arrived at the door of an inn after a while.

A group of slightly tired students got off the bus and filled the lobby of the inn.

This was not the time to pay attention to food and drink, so Li Wenyan asked the waiter to bring some plain noodles, and the students sat around to fill their stomachs.

Zhang Yuan also pinched a piece of cake in his hand, took two bites, and looked up unconsciously.

"Bam—"

There was a sound outside the town, and a green lotus firework exploded.

Sun Zesheng flew up and stood on the eaves of the second floor of the inn. He raised his hand and drew a red plum blossom in the air.

The red plum blossom petals bloomed, swirling and rushing out of the town like a torrent.

The torrent was rising in the sky, and the people in the town looked up and watched, as if there was an invisible force blessing them.

When the torrent passed through the sky above the town, it had turned into a red dragon hundreds of feet long.

Zhang Yuan saw it clearly, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

A Confucian cultivator in the middle stage of the Xiantian realm could actually have such a powerful attack.

This method, which is similar to magic, is based on the righteousness of Confucianism and Taoism, mixed with merit and reputation, and with a touch of the great way, thus producing a qualitative change.

No wonder Confucianism and Taoism can stand firm in Qingtianzhou, they do have their own foundation.

However, with Sun Zesheng's cultivation level, the plum blossom he painted, which is tangible but intangible, can have such power. What if it was Zhang Yuan who painted this plum blossom?
Holding the pancake in his hand, Zhang Yuan took a big bite.

As the long dragon of petals flew out of the town, three of the six instructors, including Li Wenyan and Sun Zesheng, went to rescue, while Wang Zhixue and the other two stayed in the inn to provide protection.

When Li Wenyan and his companions stepped out of the town, they saw seven or eight students lying on the side of the mountain path.

The two instructors had blood oozing from their mouths and held Confucian treasures in their hands.

Seeing Li Wenyan, the instructor in charge showed his true colors and became anxious: "Brother Wenyan, are you taking in Guo Chang from the Yunchen Academy?"

He reached out and grabbed Li Wenyan's sleeve: "Huang Ji from Yunchen Academy said that Guo Changcai is the traitor of the academy and the one who stabbed Chang Yuntao in the back!"

These words made Li Wenyan stunned.

Sun Zesheng frowned and whispered, "What about Huang Ji? Can you use the method of self-examination to distinguish the truth from falsehood in his words?"

The instructor shook his head and pointed at the body lying on the ground: "Before I could even examine my conscience, he was attacked and killed..."

Huang Ji is dead.

Before he died, he said that Guo Chang was a traitor and might be a sleeper.

Confucianism and Taoism have their own methods to distinguish the truth from falsehood in people's words, but you can't make a dead person speak again.

"Guo Chang..." Li Wenyan's expression changed slightly and he turned and left.

Sun Zesheng and another instructor quickly followed.

As the three of them moved, a green lotus blossomed in the air in the direction of the town.

Seeking help from Lotus!

At this time, in front of the inn, Zhang Yuan threw away the bamboo tube that shot out the fireworks, and then stuffed the remaining piece of cake into his mouth.

In front, dozens of figures were walking quickly.

There was a faint demonic aura about those people.

Demonic repair.

Zhang Yuan clenched his fists slightly and stretched his muscles.

"Back off. We don't need a student like you to take action here."

Behind him, Wang Xuezhi's voice sounded.

Straightening his Confucian robe, Wang Xuezhi walked up to Zhang Yuan and raised his hand. Golden words appeared in his palm.

"The great way is eternal, and its teachings are boundless."

(End of this chapter)