The beautiful waitress served a plate of sumptuous food, and Zhang Bangchang frowned.
"Didn't I tell you not to eat these extravagant foods?"
The maid replied respectfully: "Tuli, this is the order of the Emperor Khan."
Zhang Bangchang was silent, nodded, waved his hand and asked the waitress to leave.
Picking up the beautifully cooked beast meat, Zhang Bangchang took a hard bite, and a mouthful of meat juice burst out. Suddenly, the power of abundant blood filled his body. Zhang Bangchang knew that this was a third-grade beast, and Mordan did have intentions. .
"It's a pity that this kind of meat is best simmered in the ancient way, mixed with spices, boiled out the oil, then garnished with spiritual vegetables to relieve the greasiness, paired with a pot of apricot wine, and eaten among the green mountains and cypresses. The most elegant thing!" Zhang Bangchang shook his head slightly, "It is roasted in such a fire. Although it is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, it is also a master's work, but after all, too much spiritual energy is lost."
Zhang Bangchang commented silently in his heart, and recalled scenes from the first half of his life.
The lights are on at midnight and the roosters are studying at five o'clock; the mad love for Yi makes people haggard; the spring breeze is triumphant and the horses gallop with hooves;
And the loneliness when you are struggling to find the way to the holy path.
"The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty."
Zhang Bangchang let out a long sigh, everything can't be gone back.
Once he decided to take the path of harmony, he could not look back.
Now, he is no longer the Kuyue Great Confucian of the human race, but the Tuli Barbarian King of the barbarian race.
Zhang Bangchang never felt that he was a traitor, a rebel against Confucianism, or that the holy way was difficult. He was just a seeker.
He was unlucky and did not meet a famous teacher. He relied on his talent to be promoted to a great scholar, but when he looked at the future, he had no way to go.
Seeing his friends around him come to the end of their lives one by one, Zhang Bangchang was unwilling to make the same mistakes again, so he joined a mysterious faction.
Harmonize the heaven and the wild sky, pursue the most complete and pure way of heaven.
He does not admit that he is a traitor, and the holy path is unclear. He is just a seeker.
Humans and barbarians are both ants under the holy way, so what's the difference?
Today I am a human being, and the heaven is at my disposal!
Tomorrow I will be a barbarian, and the barbarian sky is what I want!
When I can be canonized, I will have two heavens in my body, and I will have nothing to do with the world. What difference will it make if I am a human or a barbarian?
Compared with those demonic scholars who committed serious crimes against the human race and fled to the barbarians, and compared with those cynics who were obsessed with the barbarians' wooing and were willing to be the barbarians' lackeys, Zhang Bangchang felt that his faction was the devout seeker.
They do not enjoy or flatter the barbarians. They walk under the barbarian world just to merge with the Tao.
He very much agrees with the Buddhist saying: flesh and blood, skin!
It's just a piece of clothing that has been put on since birth. Compared with the magnificent holy way, what is it?
They don’t understand the so-called backbone of the human race!
If everyone is in harmony with the two heavens, how can there be any disputes between the two heavens?
Ten thousand years of bloody fighting can stop the war!
Zhang Bangchang got up and walked outside the house. Five Confucius Realms were already waiting outside the house.
These are his disciples.
If they want to walk under the barbarian sky, they must rely on someone, and the one he chose to rely on is Emperor Mordan.
Since you have something to ask for, you should naturally respond to it. Today, Mordan ordered them to meet with the humans for a while.
It will take a while.
Not the first time either.
…
"According to past experience, those traitors will never come in person!" In the Wanren Mountain Assembly Hall, a great scholar muttered, "It must be the same old trick. The Mantian Palace uses the secret method to transmit sounds through blood, and kills My human race’s morale.”
"The sound transmitted by blood is harmless, but it can confuse people's hearts."
"From what I've seen, it's still the same as before. The spring thunder on my tongue and reciting "What I Want from Fish" can resist the blood transmission."
Another great scholar said: "Now that martial arts is in its infancy, soldiers can be led to sing "Compatriots with the Sons", and they should be able to resist."
Han Qingzhu frowned: "At this stage of this battle, our human race has the upper hand. Since Mordan sent Tuli, he also wanted to accept this gift. Resistance alone is not enough to break Mordan's insidiousness. Think about it, let’s discuss whether we can kill him!”
"I feel uneasy if Tuli is not dead!"
After Han Qingzhu finished speaking, the meeting hall fell silent for a moment.
After a while, a white-bearded scholar said: "Can you please help Zhenxuan Si to locate the traitor in Tuli? I am willing to risk my life in exchange for his death!"
Another middle-aged scholar shook his head: "The rebel Tuli must be guarded by a barbarian king. This is too difficult."
The third scholar with a scar on his face said: "Part of the soul method can be traced back and killed from a distance! Do you want to ask the Taoist sect for help?"
"Ask for help from the Dao Sect. A single move can affect the whole body. It is not feasible unless it is a last resort!"
"Among our Confucian sect, the best at attacking souls is none other than the Zong Heng sect. Unfortunately, the Zong Heng sect has no outstanding talents since the death of his father."
"Damn it, if that traitor in Tuli dares to stand in front of us, a single 'verbal and written attack' will bring him down!"
"If he really dares to stand in front of us, we have thousands of ways to take his life, but they don't have the courage."
At this moment, Xiao Qi quickly walked into the meeting hall with a stack of manuscripts in his hand and handed them to Han Qingzhu.
Han Qingzhu took the manuscript, took a look at it, and said, "I'll read it later, but let's discuss it now."
Xiao Qi quickly whispered a few words to Han Qingzhu, and Han Qingzhu's eyes lit up: "Really?"
Xiao Qi nodded quickly, and Han Qingzhu couldn't wait to take a closer look.
When other scholars saw Han Qingzhu's appearance, they were also curious and asked Xiao Qi: "Xiao Qi, what's the matter?"
Xiao Qi saluted: "It is the latest "Three Kingdoms" by Wu Hou. Just now, a junior in the copying department fell into a meditative state after transcribing. He was accused by his colleagues of being lazy. During the two people's verbal quarrel, the junior actually used the power of the soul to Hurt the other person!”
"The power of the soul? But the Zongheng faction?"
Xiao Qi shook his head: "The Analects of Confucius is the rule, the Confucianism of Zhongzheng!"
Everyone looked at each other, as if they had guessed something.
At this time, the white-bearded scholar came to Han Qingzhu's side and took the first page Han Qingzhu handed over after reading it. The title on it was extremely eye-catching——
"Jiang Boyue surrendered to Kongming, and the Marquis of Wuxiang scolded Wang Lang to death"!
…
Zhang Bangchang led his disciples to a special high platform, where several barbarian witches from the Mantian Temple were setting up formations.
Zhang Bangchang glanced around and asked a handsome man who led him here: "Isn't the Emperor Khan here?"
The handsome man saluted: "Go back to Tuli, the Emperor has other important matters. Come back later."
Zhang Bangchang nodded. At this time, a barbarian wizard stepped forward and said delicately: "Tu Li, the formation has been set up."
"good!"
Zhang Bangchang slowly walked onto the high platform.
This is a formation specially developed by the Mantian Temple to deal with the human race. Only people like them, who are in harmony with the two heavens, can use it. They can cross the Mantian and the Cangtian and transmit the sound through blood.
He wants to tell the human race that there is no need for confrontation between humans and barbarians.
Mantian can accept the human race and help the human race to harmonize the way of the two heavens.
This is a true holy path!
Zhang Bangchang stood in the center of the formation. The four gems on the outside of the formation suddenly lit up, and Zhang Bangchang closed his eyes.
He felt that the blood all over his body was boiling, and there seemed to be a pulling force in the dark. Although he closed his eyes, he seemed to see various figures appearing below him.
"Is this how the person who led me to the path of harmony felt?"
"I am heaven, how can any human race restrain my holy way!"
Zhang Bangchang became inexplicably excited and fell in love with this feeling.
No one knows that he originally learned about this path of cultivation through blood transmission, so he decisively killed his fellow confucian who was also guarding the city, and escaped under the barbarian world!
…
"Comrade from the human race!"
Xu Ran was an ordinary member of the mighty men. He was mixing feed for his galloping horse when suddenly there was a voice in his ears. He looked around, but he didn't see anyone calling him. He looked at his comrade, who seemed to be stunned, looking at Xu Ran with a blank look on his face.
"Who is speaking?"
"I don't know, I heard it too!"
In the Wanrenshan Assembly Hall, the excited discussion suddenly stopped, and the scar-faced scholar said: "It's begun!"
Han Qingzhu sensed that the soldiers were responding to each other, and said in a deep voice: "Sixteen cities covered, nearly a million soldiers!"
At this moment, a majestic righteousness burst out. When everyone looked around, they saw the white-bearded scholar's face turned red and his whole body was shaking!
"It's him! It's him!"
"I recognize this voice!"
"Kill my old friend, massacre half the city's sergeants, and flee into the barbarian tribe!"
"I wish I could eat its flesh raw and sleep on its skin at night!"
"The great Confucians of Kuyue in those days: Zhang, Bang, Chang!"
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