"There are so many people here, but Master Yuan was struck by lightning, which is enough to prove that he is the person chosen by the gods to ascend to immortality. I have decided to build a statue of Master Yuan at the place where the lightning struck. You Beidi people believe It doesn’t matter if you don’t believe that he ascended to heaven. When we Daxing people saw such a wonder, we will definitely record it in the annals of history, so that Yuan Guoshi will be famous all over the world and his name will last forever!”
Zhou Qian's impassioned speech shocked many Beidi people.
They did not expect that Emperor Daxing would value the Imperial Preceptor so highly, and that he was more convinced than they were that the Imperial Preceptor was the divine envoy sent to Beidi by God.
This makes them feel inferior.
Some people even began to blame themselves.
"Even Emperor Daxing felt that the Imperial Preceptor was summoned by gods, but we still feel that the Imperial Preceptor's death was a mortal fault. This is disrespectful to the Imperial Preceptor."
"Yes, the National Master has said that their divine envoys are different from mortals. If they are not summoned by gods, who can kill them?"
The Beidi people's superstition towards Yuan Guoshi had a backlash at this time.
Even the chief envoy of Beidi reflected on himself after hearing Zhou Qian's remarks.
He also wanted to find someone to take the blame for the death of the Imperial Master.
But if the national master was summoned by the gods, should he seek justice from the gods?
Just thinking about it.
Zhou Qian on the high platform had already said this.
"People of Beidi, if you feel that Master Yuan's death is really harmful to his people, then it must be God who sent down the thunder from the sky, which is the god you believe in."
"Chief Beidi, since you want to ask for an explanation, why not go directly to your gods. I remember that Beidi has a way to sacrifice to the gods, which can communicate with your gods. I should remember it correctly."
The Beidi chief shuddered when he mentioned the method of sacrifice.
Looking at the talented people around who questioned Zhou Qian's statement, they stared at him like wolves and tigers, and they were even covered in cold sweat. They hurriedly pretended to reject the proposal.
"No! No! There is no need to sacrifice. I believe what you said, His Majesty Daxing, and what Yuan Guoshi said before. He must have been taken away by the gods in the sky. Otherwise, it would be rare for an ordinary person to be hacked once. He just He was hacked four or five times in a row. Master Yuan must have wanted to stay in this world, but the gods loved him and had to take him away, so he did this."
right!
That must be it!
The commander of Beidi thought of the scene where Yuan Guoshi was hit again and again and raised his hands to the sky, struggling helplessly.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized that what he said was right.
And those Beidi people who were still suspicious at first heard that Yuan Guoshi was not only struck by lightning.
Not to mention people who didn't know what was going on, even the "craftsmen" who specialized in carrying the sacred iron and building a high platform for Ning Wuhuang felt that Yuan Guoshi's death was indeed extraordinary.
Moreover.
There were so many people at that time, but Yuan Guoshi was the only one who was struck by lightning so many times, and they blamed others for the incident.
If you make the gods angry...
Rumble.
There was a faint sound of thunder in the distance.
The Beidi people present subconsciously held their heads and turned pale with fear.
What's more, they kneel down and worship.
"I was wrong, I shouldn't question God's decision!"
"We hope that Master Yuan will protect us. We are old and young. We do not doubt the gods. We hope that the gods will forgive us."
"Gods forgive me! National Master bless me!"
in this case.
Who dares to mention that the death of Yuan Guoshi was caused by Daxing people.
In the future, when it rains and thunders, you have to weigh whether the thunder will fall on your head.
Only Zhou Qian.
As early as Director Li, I learned about the changes in today's thunderstorm weather.
Knowing that this thunder sounded in the southwest, it was not a hundred or eighty miles away from here, so I was not afraid.
In Zhou Qian's opinion.
God?
Maybe there will be.
But the god who does not favor the great rejuvenation of the country, even if he wants to kill him with thunder punishment, he will never surrender.
This is what he thought when he first heard that the Beidi Imperial Master had learned such magical skills.
Now that he has Ning Wushu, who can avoid lightning strikes, he has strengthened his belief.
"Someone, please pack up the body of Yuan Guoshi and send it to Xiyi Pavilion."
As soon as Zhou Qian said this.
The death of Yuan Guoshi was considered to be the end.
He looked up at the sky where the clouds were gradually dispersing, and exhaled a sigh of relief.
The sudden death of Beidi's Imperial Master was a big blow to Beidi.
He hoped that there would be some internal turmoil in Beidi because of this, so that he could have more time to deploy troops to deal with Beidi's invasion.
…
Outside the hunting ground in the northern suburbs.
Descarnato and Amao had been lurking in a low-lying bush, using the mountains to protect themselves so that the Beijing Guards who patrolled from time to time would not find their traces.
The reason why they chose a low-lying place is that it is easy to defend and difficult to attack, which is not conducive to rushing in to rescue the national army in times of crisis. However, Descarnato still chose to protect himself first before being aggressive.
Although Descarnato was very confident in the divine skills of the national master, he did not want to lurk in a high place and be accidentally attacked.
And as early as a quarter of an hour ago.
They saw with their own eyes several rolling thunders striking the hunting ground in the northern suburbs.
Especially when the first flash of blue lightning fell on the high ground where Ning Wuyang was standing, the roar of the ground almost being lifted up made Descartes feel that he did not want to see Ning Wuyang being hacked with his own eyes. Death, and choosing a low-lying and safe place is really prescient.
"General, Princess Xian from Daxing just came in. Do you think she will carry out Ning Wuyan's body soon?"
Amao was very curious and looking forward to it.
If the general hadn't asked to stay in the bushes, he would have climbed to a higher place to watch the fun.
Descartes glanced at Amao who was gloating about his misfortune, and said in a deep voice: "A quarter of an hour has passed since Ning Wuyan was hit. Although Emperor Daxing has not yet launched an attack, the longer the time goes by, I believe the anger accumulated by the people of Daxing will It will be more and more sufficient, so everyone must be very alert, and as soon as the national master gives the signal, we will rush in."
In the hunting ground in the northern suburbs, there were not only 10,000 but also 8,000 people who came to participate in the poetry appreciation party today.
in this case.
The signal that the Imperial Master had said in advance was the falcon flying in the sky.
When the falcons tamed by the national master were circling in the hunting ground in the northern suburbs, it was time for them to rush in to save people.
Descartes took one more look at the entrance and exit of the hunting ground, and then looked at the sky.
Just as he shifted his gaze, his sleeve was pulled hard by Amao.
"General, Princess Xian is here!"
Were the bodies taken out so quickly?
Descarnato recalled that night, Hua Yi's carriage was hit and it was said that it burned for two quarters of an hour before it was extinguished.
He couldn't help but think that Ning Wuyang must have been unlucky. He was hit directly and his body could hardly be found. So in order to avoid the scene being too scary, he bumped into the Holy Driver. He had no choice but to find only scattered pieces and carry out the body. .
Descarnato could already predict how tragic Ning Wushan's body would be.
However.
When he saw Ning Wuyi, who was lying on the stand, coughing uncontrollably, his eyes widened, and his whole body froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.
Amao was outspoken and blurted out when he saw that Ning Wuyan was still alive.
"Isn't Ning Wushan dead? Who is this person? Is he a human or a ghost?"
