Over the East China Sea, a portal looms, and as the brilliance flows, it seems like a lotus blooming and withering.
In the sky, a spiritual boat crossed the sky, and a terrifying figure stood independently in front of it. The warriors below were so frightened that they did not dare to look directly.
This is the majesty of the first person in the East Wasteland
After the death of the Lord of the East Wasteland, the Lord of the Moon Goddess left the world and became independent, showing his stunning beauty. Since the endowment of the Moon God, everyone in the world has If you don't see the moon god, your whole life will be in vain.
In the center of the spirit boat, a young man smiled indifferently and showed his confidence. He was none other than the most arrogant little god of the Eastern Wasteland, Wang Zongzheng.
After Zong Zheng, there are dozens of the Four Halls’ Prodigies headed by Gong Shujun, who are at worst practicing martial arts.
A genius from a sect far surpasses that of the Wei Dynasty. The foundation of the Donghuang Temple is truly extraordinary.
Not far from the spirit boat, there is a bright sword light. In front of the sword light, an old figure sits cross-legged, eyes closed and concentrated. Even the Nirvana warrior can hardly detect the slightest breath. Suddenly, there is a reincarnation realm sword immortal. .
Behind the Sword Immortal, there are two figures, they are the two geniuses of the First Sword Sect.
Jian Xuan has a handsome appearance. He stands with his hands on his back like a sword. His eyes are unruly. He only calms down slightly when he looks at Zong Zheng.
Jian Meng was silent and his eyes wandered among the crowd, finally landing on Yan Chenyu.
There are four islands nearby, with flags of ten feet. They are obviously owned by the people, and the Wei Dynasty and the five immortal sects are all on them.
On the East China Sea, there are thousands of ships parked, ranging from tens of feet to hundreds of feet, densely packed together and crowded with martial artists.
On the seaside, above a restaurant, Lu Xuanlou leans on the railing, looking at the place where the Shenxu is located, taking in everything in sight.
"Interesting"
After a long time, Lu Xuanyi withdrew his gaze without finishing, and looked down at the scenery in the city.
This city is called Luohai City, which is the land of Southern Chu. It is located on the bank of the East China Sea and to the north of the river. It is destined to be a prosperous scene. The city is bustling with traffic and pedestrians. You can see scholars in green shirts calling themselves brothers and sisters, going in and out. The place of romance.
Twenty years ago, Han Zhi, the general of the Twelve Guards, destroyed the Wei Wei and swallowed up the Song Dynasty. He seized three thousand miles of Chu land in the north of the Yangtze River.
If it had not been for the intervention of the Donghuang Immortal Sect, the Wei Dynasty would have unified the Donghuang long ago, and there would be no place for the Chu people to recite poems and compose poems
"The merchant girl does not know the hatred of the country's subjugation, but she still sings across the river "The flowers in the backyard."
Lu Xuanlou was sighing. Wei Emperor Lu Qi was very ambitious. He had already started to deal with the Donghuang Immortal Sect. Sooner or later, he would have to cross the river. He didn't know how much prosperity this place would have left< /p>
The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.
A middle-aged man in a green shirt sitting next to Lu Xuanlou was thoughtful, waiting for Lu Xuanlou's next words, but saw that Lu Xuanlou remained silent and was drinking alone. The man in green shirt couldn't help but stand up, carrying the wine jar and walked to Lu Xuanlou.
The moment the man in green shirt approached, Xu Xiu’s soul trembled and ghostly energy surged, showing her uneasiness.color.
Xu Xiu turned around suddenly and her eyes suddenly shrank, just because this man in green shirt had an awe-inspiring righteousness surrounding him, and he turned out to be a Confucian and Taoist monk.
I am good at cultivating my awe-inspiring aura
Catching ghosts is Taoism’s specialty, but Confucian awe-inspiring righteousness is the magic weapon to overcome all demons and monsters.
Xu Xiu was facing a formidable enemy, and the water of Xuanyin burst out of her body, revealing her fearful look.
Confucianism cultivators are divided into three grades.
A third-grade Confucian scholar has read thousands of books and traveled thousands of miles. He can distinguish right from wrong. The second-grade gentleman is a Confucian gentleman who nourishes his natal utensils with awe-inspiring aura, hides the utensils in his body, and waits for the time to move. A great Confucian of the first rank has a clear understanding of the holy words, can combine them with Taoist writings, and has the power to follow them by speaking out the Dharma. The attack and attack can only be understood, not expressed in words.
"Great Confucian"
Lu Xuanlou frowned and asked, Xu Xiu is a ghost cultivator in the Yin God Realm, and has the water of Xuanyin to protect her body, but she is still so fearful, this person must be a great Confucian
"After a few days of reading and listening to a few holy words, I was lucky enough to develop a strong sense of righteousness." The blue-shirted scholar said with a smile.
"Looking for trouble"
The scholar in green shirt glanced at Xu Xiu, then shook his head and said, "Drinking alone, the taste is indifferent, very boring. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to drink with you"
"Meeting is fate, please"
Since we are not looking for trouble, everything is easy to talk about, it's just a few more drinks.
Lu Xuanlou has poetry and prose, and the scholar in blue shirt has talent.
It's rare to find a close friend. They met each other late, and they didn't care about each other's lives. They pushed glasses while talking loudly, and Lu Xuanlou seemed to be drunk.
"Sir, you are drunk"
Xu Xiu reminded in a low voice that Lu Xuanlou could do anything, but his drinking capacity was really not enough.
Lu Xuanlou placed the wine glass upside down on the table, apologized, and stretched out his hand to open the window. The cool autumn wind blew into the tall building, and most of the alcohol was gone.
The great scholar in green shirt did not force anything, and said with profound meaning, "I just heard your Excellency talking to himself, and he seemed to be referring to the subjugation of the country."
"The people of Chu know no worries." Lu Xuanlou said cryptically.
"The state of Chu has water towns south of the Yangtze River, fertile soil for thousands of miles, and the people are happy; the people of Chu are famous for their poetry and literary style, there are many scholars who talk and laugh, and there are no white men coming and going."
The scholar in green shirt asked with a smile. "I don't know where Chu people's worries come from."
"Wei people are tigers and wolves. They are eager to destroy Chu, and their worries come from the north."
Lu Xuanlou smiled and said, "Chu people After twenty years of peace, I have forgotten the flames of war, can no longer hold the sword, and can no longer draw the crossbow."
Born in sorrow and dying in peace, the great scholar in blue knows that what Lu Xuanlou said is true. .
Nowadays, the Shen Ruins appear in the world, and the Wei Dynasty and the barbarians are all moving. Only the Chu people stay out of the incident and continue to recite poems and compose poems. The Chu warriors also stand on the wall to watch a fight between dragons and tigers.
Poor people must be hateful, and hateful people must be pathetic
Twenty years ago, the buildings and ships of the Chu State were reduced to ashes, and the hearts of the Chu people were also shattered. Then it sank into the river, and for the next twenty years, Chu people could write poems but did not dare to talk about military affairs. Therefore, they paid taxes every year, became ministers every year, and were bullied by the Wei people.
"When the world prospers, the people suffer; when the world falls, the people suffer."
The great scholar in green shirt said sadly, "The people of Wei are unruly and use force to become strong. They have pitiful palaces and thousands of palaces, and even more pitiful sentient beings." "Suffering."
"It is unethical, it is really unethical"
Lu Xuanlou cannot agree with the words of the great scholar in Qingshan.
"The Wei Dynasty is strong and prosperous, and the people share the prosperity; the Chu State is tired, and the people are ashamed."
Lu Xuanlou smiled and said, "From this point of view, the Wei people have Tao, Chu people have no Tao."
"The Wei people used war to bring trouble to the world, used cavalry to destroy the country, and used swords to kill people, so that the people of the Eastern Barren were displaced."
The great scholar in green shirt retorted, "The Great Wei does not practice benevolence and righteousness, and the sky is angry and resentful. How can it be a country with justice?"
"The Great Wei has no justice, and there is no justice in Southern Chu and the barbarians; the Great Wei has Tao, and there is Tao in the country." The people of Wei are in the Eastern Wilderness."
Lu Xuanlou said with a smile, "Since the demon clan was defeated in the wilderness, the Eastern Wilderness has been at war for thousands of years. >"Destroy eleven countries, defeat three tribes of barbarians, and create one country in the world. There is no war in the Eastern Wasteland. The fighting has stopped abruptly, and peace can be expected. The people of Wei fought for this, with justice and righteousness"
< p>"What you said may make sense."The great scholar in blue shook his head and said, "My parents gave birth to me, and my homeland raised me. Although the people of Chu are tired, they do not want to be the ones who perish. ”
“This is not something that Chu people have the final say on.”
Lu Xuanlou clenched his palms into fists and said with a smile, “Fist, whoever has a bigger fist will have a stronger sense.” , who has the final say?"
"After all, it is not a matter of great power to bully the weak."
The scholar in Qingshan smiled and said, "We, scholars, should be benevolent and righteous. First, etiquette comes second, and we seek great harmony."
Lu Xuanlou disagreed and said, "Benevolence and righteousness cannot restrain other people's desires, and etiquette and etiquette cannot restrain other people's hands and feet."
Lu Xuanlou and Qing. The scholar-officials each held their own opinions and argued endlessly about what was right and wrong. Until the end of the day, no one could convince anyone.
An autumn rain came suddenly, and Shenxu also opened its doors at this moment.
"Good fortune is raining down on the world. It is such a good weather."
Lu Xuanlou stopped arguing with the blue-shirted scholar, threw down his drink money, and went to the Shenxu. Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft