infinite power system

Chapter 99
The leading soldier nodded, and said in a deep voice: "To the south of Yunqin, it is the territory of the barbarians, and the barbarians have always been considered to have more than brute force but not enough intelligence, so Yunqin has never paid much attention to it."

"However, not long ago, the barbarians suddenly sent people to knock on the southern border of Yunqin - Luoyang City, saying that they wanted to discuss the Dao with me, Yunqin literati."

"The guard of Luoyang City didn't take it seriously at first, and sent two aides in the army to deal with it hastily, but unexpectedly they returned in a disastrous defeat."

"Furthermore, the Taoists sent by the barbarians were as powerful as a bamboo, and defeated all Confucianism cultivators in a row, which alarmed the Yunqin Imperial Palace."

Hearing this, Tang Feng couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "The palace feels that the barbarians have changed, and is afraid that the barbarians' IQs will improve and their combat power will increase."

"That's why the imperial palace summoned all the Confucian scholars from the vassal lords' territories to gather in Luoyang City, to frustrate the barbarians' spirits, and to test whether the barbarians are intelligent as a whole?"

The leading soldier was slightly surprised. Although he had heard about Tang Feng's deeds such as killing Shen Lin with a cup of wine, Tang Feng's dandy behavior in the past few years was really impressive, so most of his impressions of Tang Feng were still labeled as dandy. .

It wasn't until now that he really felt that Tang Feng had changed, he was no longer the kid from Gaoliang who could only drink and drink a few years ago.

"Mr. Qiu Daoming, do you want me to go to Luoyang City to gain some knowledge?"

Before the leading soldier could speak, Tang Feng asked again with a smile.

"Indeed... indeed."

There were waves in the eyes of the leading soldier. Tang Feng was obviously far away from Tianxuanmen, so he should be very closed to these news, but now he always said that he was ahead of him, as if he had expected it.

"Heh, then I'll go and see, what kind of person can make that old guy on the dragon chair feel scared."

Tang Feng smiled lightly, speaking very casually, and didn't have much respect for Emperor Yunqin.

The pupils of the leading soldier shrank slightly, and his mood suddenly became a little complicated. In the desolate army, how many veterans dared not speak out against Emperor Yunqin?

But now, Tang Feng dares to call Emperor Yunqin an old guy...

Luoyang City, located at the border between Yunqin and the barbarians, was the first line of defense against the barbarians, so it was built quite magnificently, and the city walls were also stained with a lot of blood.

At this time, many literati gathered in the City Lord's Mansion. They all looked weak, but there was a layer of pure white aura on their bodies—aura of grandeur.

Confucianism and Taoism sages have said: My generation is good at cultivating awe-inspiring spirit.

But there are not many Confucianism cultivators who can really achieve this step, because it requires cultivation beyond the soul realm.

Desolation has always been regarded as the place with the weakest Yunqin culture, so although Qiu Daoming's cultivation level is not low, he has been somewhat rejected by everything.

He sat alone in the tail seat, looking a little lonely, although there were people who toasted him from time to time, but they were all just passing through.

"There are so many talented people in Desolation, why are you the only one here, Brother Qiu?"

Mo Yihe is from the capital city of Yunqin - Shuntian, so he sat in the first seat, smiling playfully at the moment and raised his glass to Qiu Daoming.

"Someone Qiu, it's enough to think about it."

Qiu Daoming is neither humble nor overbearing, although his cultivation base is not as good as that of Mo Yihe, his spine is very straight.

"Hehe, Brother Qiu is still so confident."

Moyihe smiled, took a sip of the wine in his glass, and said:

"I still remember when Brother Qiu first came to Shuntian from Desolation, he was so high-spirited and boldly said that he wanted to win the first prize."

"It's a pity, Brother Qiu seemed to be a little out of order in the examination room, and he only got second place in the exam."

As he spoke, Mo Yihe raised his glass pretendingly, as if feeling sorry for Qiu Daoming.

"It's all the past, why mention it again?" Qiu Daoming's face was a little ugly, and the hand holding the wine was trembling slightly.

How many years have passed, this incident has always been a pain in his heart.

"That's right, there's really no need to mention it again. I was lucky enough to beat Brother Qiu to win the number one scholar. The hero Moti was brave back then."

Mo Yihe smiled lightly, looking very kind.

Qiu Daoming's hands trembled more and more, he could only put down his wine glass to hide the pain.

Back then, he was determined to justify the desolation, and he was full of pride, but unfortunately he lost to the Moyi River. Now the scars of so many years were uncovered by the Moyi River again, dripping with blood.

"Brother Qiu, I haven't seen you for many years, how can I put down the wine glass, come, Yihe toast you."

Mo Yihe was aggressive, and made it clear that he wanted to make Qiu Daoming look ugly.

"That's right, brother Qiu has practiced so fast in the desolation, are you looking down on me now?"

"Brother Qiu, raise your glass quickly, you have to drink hard today."

"Hey, that's right, you must not get drunk or return home!"

……

Most of the rest of the Confucianism cultivators also agreed, hiding their swords in their smiles, wanting to make Qiu Daoming raise his glass and shake his hands as a mockery.

Qiu Daoming's face was livid, and everyone said that literati murder hurts the most, because it is a soft knife that cuts off the flesh and blood of people piece by piece.

"Could it be that Brother Qiu has practiced diligently and looked down on me?"

Mo Yihe smiled deeply, and directly put a big hat on Qiu Daoming.

Whether you drink it or not, you will lose face.

"I am desolate, how can I be so aggrieved..."

Qiu Daoming's face turned red. This time he wanted to prove that Lianghuang was not Yunqin Manhuang, but he didn't expect to be targeted at the very beginning.

"Forget it, brother Qiu is a desolate man. There is a battalion of heavy cavalry behind him. How can we provoke him?"

Mo Yihe sighed and kept running on Qiu Daoming.

Some people were nodding, sighing, and praised Qiu Daoming very highly. Of course, this was just ridicule, just to isolate Qiu Daoming.

"Cough cough cough..."

Literati are the most conscientious, Qiu Daoming was targeted in this way, he coughed up blood when he was not in a good mood.

"Brother Qiu, what's the matter with you, are you angry with us?"

Mo Yihe was still pretending, and then beckoned to his servant with concern, asking someone to take Qiu Daoming to rest.

"No need."

Qiu Daoming waved his hands, his eyes were a little cold.

He knew that many Confucian cultivators would talk about the barbarians later, and Mo Yihe's move was to drive him out completely, so that he could not show his performance when discussing the Dao with the barbarians.

"Brother Qiu, you don't seem to be in good health. It won't be good if you catch a cold later."

Moyihe pretended to be concerned, but disdain flashed in his eyes.

As a great Confucian, how could he catch the cold?Moyihe is mocking, but even more threatening!
"If there is a stubborn disease that dares to come, Daoming can get rid of it."

Qiu Daoming snorted coldly, unwilling to give up the hope of winning glory for Desolation.

A trace of anger flashed deep in Mo Yihe's eyes, Qiu Daoming was comparing him to a stubborn disease and filth.

"Yihe is afraid that brother Qiu is not good enough to get rid of this cold disease!"

Mo Yihe sneered, walked away with a flick of his sleeves, and said in a cold voice: "Come here, send Lord Qiu back to his room to rest!"

Qiu Daoming's palm trembled slightly, he didn't expect this ending.

At this moment, a mellow voice came from outside the hall, singing wildly step by step.

"In those days, thousands of miles were sought for feudal lords, and a single horse guarded the desolate land."

"Where is the dream of Guanhe? The dust is dark and the old sable fur."

"Hu is not destroyed, the temples are in autumn, and tears flow in vain."

"Who would have guessed in this life, my heart is in the Tianshan Mountains, and my body is old in Cangzhou..."

(End of this chapter)