That day.
Liyang established the Qintian Prison, which has been closed for three hundred years.
For the first time, the door was closed for a whole day.
When the emperor was leaving Qintian Prison, a maid accidentally saw the young emperor.
His face was gloomy.
When walking, you may even stumble over the stone steps.
Wait until the emperor leaves.
The entire Liyang ministers received an inexplicable imperial order.
The expedition against Northern Liang was postponed until spring next year.
During this period, Liyang will cut off any contact with Beiliang.
Everyone knows that this is the last calm before the storm.
But what they can't figure out is why it should be postponed to next spring.
Could it be that in just four months, any major changes could occur to the original situation?
…
Longhu Mountain is five hundred miles to the north.
The young monk stood on the top of the mountains, looking at the vast mountains in the distance.
His eyes were extremely clear, like a calm and silent lake, showing no waves.
"Compared to who you were three months ago."
"Now I am even less qualified to go to you to save face."
The young monk murmured softly.
Three months ago, he had an earth-shattering battle with Wu Changqing on the East China Sea.
It's just that he didn't try his best, and there was no suspense about his defeat.
I thought that as long as I regained the martial arts from a hundred years ago, I would completely enter the land of immortals.
One day, I can regain my place in front of that young man.
But Liu Songtao witnessed the Huishan catastrophe with his own eyes.
Just those four thousand Liyang elite soldiers made him, a giant of demons a hundred years ago, feel sincerely powerless.
Not to mention that any one of those three could show him what it means to be an immortal.
But in his opinion, these enemies have no chance of winning against them.
Wu Changqing actually solved it without paying any price.
At that moment, he completely understood the gap between Wu Changqing and him.
It's just a difference between cloud and mud.
Just when the young monk was recalling the lingering battle on Huishan Mountain.
Dressed in white, she is a woman who was once a member of the Chess, Sword and Yue Mansion, and whose name is Huang Baozhuang.
Before I knew it, I had arrived at another mountain peak.
She looked at the young monk quietly.
There was both sarcasm and contempt in his eyes.
"It's you?"
Liu Songtao came back to his senses and saw the woman's face clearly. No, it should be when he saw the woman's eyes that he had seen clearly a hundred years ago.
He was a little surprised.
"You, a lost dog from a hundred years ago, have the nerve to return to Zhulu Mountain."
The name of the poem is Huang Baozhuang, a woman in white.
The eyes are a strange dark red color.
While speaking, there was still a Li Pearl in his mouth.
"Liu returned to Zhulu Mountain just to forget everything that happened."
"But you, after eight hundred years, still haven't decided to let go of the past?"
Liu Songtao clasped his hands together.
After that, he said the Buddha's name.
Who admits it.
When the woman heard this, her face turned gloomy and she took action directly.
The light of a sword chills the blue sky!
The world seemed to be torn apart under this sword.
Liu Songtao's eyes were indifferent, and on his clasped hands, there was Buddhist golden light flowing freely.
Between the split world, a golden sword fell into the world.
He knew why the Empress of Qin from eight hundred years ago was angry.
Eight hundred years.
The other party had been waiting for the Emperor of Qin for eight hundred years.
Now that I have my heart set on Buddhism, I have the ability to cut off cause and effect.
But how could this infatuated queen tolerate others asking her to let go of the past?
The vision of Zhulu Mountain.
Longhu Mountain, which is five hundred miles away, can be seen clearly.
"Senior brother, this...who made this noise?"
"Just one Wu Changqing is enough to make us fearful."
"We have such a powerful figure here again."
Zhao Danping looked worried, looking at the sky that split into two halves.
He had never felt that staying in Longhu Mountain would be as uncomfortable as it is now.
It seems that all around Longhu Mountain are such incredible people.
As long as the opponent stomps one more time, their Longhu Mountain is in danger of collapsing...
"Hey, that's the direction of Zhulu Mountain."
"I think the Liu Songtao from a hundred years ago has returned and is competing with someone for the position of leader of the Demon Cult."
"On the contrary, Huishan...Wu Changqing even beheaded three immortals who have ascended to the throne in our Longhu Mountain."
"Who else in this world can stop this person."
"If the other party doesn't want to return the two hundred acres of trees on our mountain, it will really be wasted."
Compared to the movement in Zhulu Mountain.
He was more concerned about the news on Wu Changqing's side and whether the two hundred acres of forest Longhu Mountain had paid for it would be rewarded in return.
"Tsk, Liyang Court is simply not too outrageous."
"Why would you target Wu Changqing and ask our ancestors to come down and deal with him?"
"In the end, it was us, Longhu Mountain, who lost most of the money. Liyang just added some oil and water."
Zhao Danping, who was the Qingci prime minister of the imperial court, was actually dissatisfied with Li Yang's actions at this moment.
He secretly mocked the new emperor of Liyang.
"Junior brother, do you think there will be a three-legged situation in Liyang in the future?"
Zhao Danxia suddenly thought of something, turned to look at his junior brother and asked.
"Senior brother is saying..."
"Liyang, Beiliang...Wu Changqing?"
Zhao Danping understood what her senior brother meant and asked with a frown.
"If Liyang Beiliang fights to the death, the winner in the end will definitely be Beimang, who is eyeing him with eagerness."
"Not to mention there is Wu Changqing who has a sworn relationship with Beiliang."
"With Wu Changqing's help, Li Yang can't help but plan to die together."
"Otherwise, I will never be able to eat Beiliang."
Zhao Danxia lowered his head and frowned, as if thinking about the future destination of Longhu Mountain.
"Senior brother, what you mean is... to let us change the gate of Longhu Mountain?"
Zhao Danping expressed what Zhao Danxia was thinking at the moment.
Zhao Danxia frowned even more tightly.
The conversation between the two fell into complete silence.
…
Shangyin Academy.
"What a boy, what a boy."
"You have a bright future, and you're even more ruthless than an old guy like me."
"If only I could leave the responsibility of guarding the world to your hands."
"Old man, I can leave with peace of mind."
The old Confucian scholar who once appeared on Huishan Mountain was preparing to suppress the three immortals.
He is currently in his shabby little hut.
Make yourself hot tea.
He has never been so cheerful and smiling as he is today.
All because he found an extraordinary junior.
He is the first Confucian saint in Liyang and has guarded the world for eight hundred years.
If it weren't for his guarding, the human world would have been destroyed by the dictates of heaven and man.
But this burden is too heavy.
So much so that he had to occupy 80% of Confucianism and Taoism to consolidate his strength in guarding the gods.
He is too tired.
If only I could hand over this important responsibility to a junior who I can rely on.
So what if I give all these eight hundred years of Confucianism and Taoism to the other party?
