Three days later, Renhuang Province will hold a large-scale chamber of commerce that has been suspended for two years.
This great commercial province seems to be returning to its former glory.
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"There was a civil servant in history."
"His name is Zhu Bian."
"He is a minister of the Southern Song Dynasty."
"As an envoy of the Song Dynasty, he was detained in the Jin Kingdom for sixteen years. He never surrendered."
"It's surprising. Not only did the powerful Han Dynasty have Su Wu to keep their integrity. Even the politically weak Song Dynasty also had Zhu Bian to be unyielding."
Huang Wupei, a veteran of the Luoyang calendar, had a gloomy face, and the large oblique scar on his face looked ferocious and terrifying.
The imposing manner at the peak of the Ningding Cauldron naturally intimidated the monks present.
The only monk this aura was aimed at was the youngest monk in the Yang clan.
Yang Tianhu.
Yang Tianhu is like untouched porcelain. New and bright.
It feels so fragile.
He is not at all like his eldest brother Yang Huang, who looks similar to him.
His eldest brother is like an old piece of porcelain that was just unearthed. Scatter the mud and sweep away the dust, Yonghe is quiet and elegant.
Yang Tianhu had a whole set of arguments in his mind, but Huang Wupei's words sounded like a knight among the Confucian community who used force to break the ban.
The young man's willfulness and recklessness lies in the fact that he knows right and wrong, but in the end he still cares about his lust.
Yang Tianhu knew that he was not convinced by Huang Wupei, so he simply pulled away and strode away.
Looking at Yang Tianhu's hurried away figure, Yang Sifang came to Huang Wupei's side.
"Uncle Huang...why did you suddenly mention Zhu Bian? Aren't we talking about whether to support Xu Qingzhi and others?"
Huang Wupei glanced at Yang Sifang, his gloomy expression melting into nothingness like snow thrown into a furnace.
"Monk Dahuang often mentions the word 'morality.'" Huang Wupei said, "So. Virtue is pragmatic to Tao, and Tao is pragmatic to nature."
Yang Sifang is like watching flowers in the fog or listening to the water in the abyss.
It seems to be understood but not understood, as if the unknown is known.
Huang Wupei was well aware of the truth that "the high is often the short and the short is short", so he didn't say much. He waited patiently for Yang Sifang to experience the world and the years, and then he suddenly realized his half-hidden and half-awakened beliefs.
but.
The murderer who once returned to Mapo to open a restaurant recommended the young man to join the army and follow the Supreme Being, and encouraged him to see the world.
That encouragement made the young man see the world clearly and strengthened the future he was willing to shape and support.
Now, it is time for the younger generation of the Yang family to see the world today.
Huang Wupei's heart was boiling, but his face was very calm. He just said lightly, "This time when I go to Renhuang Province, you will come with me."
Yang Sifang was suddenly startled, and immediately exclaimed, "No! I want to stay and help big brother!"
Huang Wupei's calloused palm fell on Yang Sifang's head, and he decided like an elder, "Since Xiong Huai from Changli Province is here, it won't be of much use for you to stay."
Yang Sifang puffed up his cheeks in dissatisfaction, like a puffer fish with rounded cheeks.
Huang Wupei chuckled, "What? I don't believe it."
Yang Sifang slapped Huang Wupei's hand away, "No."
Huang Wupei understood.
Children's heads are soft. Huang Wupei thought so.
The uncle’s hands are rough. Yang Sifang thought so.
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"Zhang... Xingguo?" Xu Qingzhi stared at Zhang Zhilin with a scrutinizing gaze.
Qian Yangyu chuckled lightly, "Xingguo. What a good name."
"It's a cousin." Zhang Zhilin corrected.
"Compared to this..." Zhang Xingguo (Zhilin) and Xu Qingzhi looked at Qian Yangyu at the same time.
"I didn't expect that Chen Zhenbo's inheritance would let you get it." Xu Qingzhi sighed.
Qian Yangyu narrowed his eyes, "Rather than this, I am more curious that Beidao Sect would agree to Dragon Lord's request. I thought that Beidao Sect had given up on Renhuang Province."
Regarding this acute question, Xu Qingzhi became unusually weak.
"I'm sorry. I made you shaken."
Xu
Qingzhi's apology made Qian Yangyu's face stiffen, as if the cold wind for many days had finally frozen the surface of the river.
Qian Yangyu was slightly dissatisfied, "I went to the appointment alone. I was lucky enough to get Chen Zhenbo's inheritance. How does the Beidao Sect view it?"
Xu Qingzhi realized that what he said was inappropriate, and simply stopped worrying about Zhang Zhilin who was standing beside him. He opened up the matter and said, "Beidao Sect may have differences with Fu Hengtian and Qianlong Wen, but it is by no means bent on betraying the loose cultivators in the world."
Qian Yangyu sneered, "I hope Qianxun Pu and Beidao Sect will not chill the hearts of the people in the world."
Xu Qingzhi's eyebrows were knotted, and the corners of his drooping mouth were tightly closed.
Zhang Zhilin, who was watching the excitement from the sidelines, wisely chose to remain calm.
As one of the few representatives of the underground world in Renhuang Province, Qian Yangyu chose to put aside the controversy and said, "Let's go, the auction is about to begin, and we have to meet visitors from the three southern provinces."
The three of them filed out of a restaurant.
As soon as you go out, you can see the scene of shops all over the street attracting customers in front of the door and welcoming customers inside the door.
Business, which had been suspended for two years, has recovered.
High-end industries, large-scale chambers of commerce, and large-scale events can all drive the development and prosperity of related industries in a region or even a country.
Qian Yangyu led everyone past a wall inscribed with the words "All the four seas will be closed borders, and there will never be a city or a god."
Zhang Zhilin looked at it several times with great interest.
"These two sentences are taken from "Gaoyou City" by Jiexisi, one of the four great poets of the Yuan Dynasty." Upon seeing this, Qian Yangyu took the initiative to explain.
"As for the purpose of writing here, it is to encourage monks from Renhuang Province to join the army. - The Nine Sons Holy Army."
Zhang Zhilin was quite surprised, "I only know that the Ninth Patriarch deceived the monks to go to the Demon Kingdom. Seeing that the monks around him looked at the wall with familiarity and were not surprised, is it possible that everyone is happy to join the army?"
Qian Yangyu's clear eyes focused on the city wall with a flash of sword light. He did not answer directly, but just suggested, "You two just need to listen more and read more, and you will know the answer."
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When Xu and Zhang heard the words, they listened quietly.
I just heard a conversation coming from the near side.
"Brother, do you think we should continue to join Gu Sheng's army, or stay here?" The voice stopped before it started, and seemed very excited.
"What are you doing here?" The eldest brother's voice sounded tired.
"They are all people! Stay and do business! Where there are people, there will always be money to be made."
"I won't stay." The eldest brother said firmly.
"Why?" The voice suddenly rose up and reached the travelers' ears. It attracted passers-by's side glances.
"Idiot. If you look at it, this chamber of commerce is just the result of the Xiao Qian family trying to please Gu Sheng." The eldest brother snorted coldly.
Although these words were hard, they made the pedestrians nod slightly.
The conversation ended spontaneously.
At this time, Xu and Zhang looked at the pedestrians beside them.
There was no look of conviction on any face.
No one knew whether the conversation just now was right or wrong.
Zhang Zhilin and Xu Qingzhi had a tacit understanding and looked at the city wall at the same time.
"There will never be any need for cities and gods."
"It's really amazing... It seems that even the Ninth Ancestor is preaching a truth." Zhang Zhilin sighed quietly.
"All over the world." Xu Qingzhi slowly added, "For the sake of sealing the territory."
"As long as all the outside world is closed, there is no need for defensive cities and gods. Help Gu Sheng unify the Demon Kingdom, unify the entire Zhuxia Continent. Unify the entire world... Is this the idea of the Nine Ancestors?" Xu Qingzhi murmured road.
Today, when the entire cultural landscape of cultivation has undergone major changes, everything is as unfamiliar as the first light after a long night.
That is the heartbeat of the future. It is also the breath of the unknown.
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"The family of cultivators has begun to lose the trust of casual cultivators..."
Huang Wupei sighed quietly, it was destined to be a prophecy.
