The night is quiet.
The Wanren Mountain God General was encamped, and most of the soldiers had fallen asleep. Only the personnel on duty were patrolling back and forth.
A cry of sorrow suddenly came to mind, followed by a suppressed sound.
The people on patrol looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes: Ying Xiao?
Before they could react, cries rang out from another camp.
Then the third place, the fourth place...
"Battle roar! It's over, camp roar!" The patrolling soldiers' hands and feet were cold. At this moment, two figures appeared in the sky, looking down at the Shenjiang camp.
"Brother Ling, if there is any abnormal movement later, suppress it!"
"Brother Zhou, don't hurt anyone's life, they are all the elites of the God General Camp!"
"Hmph, if it can cause the camp to roar, how can it be called elite!"
The two scholars were having a quick exchange when a soldier ran out of the barracks. He didn't hold a knife or a gun. He just ran out of the barracks, covering his chest with a look of sadness on his face.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that the other party was conscious, the patrol officers boldly stepped forward to ask.
"I...my heart aches!" The soldier lamented, "I don't know why, but my heart aches endlessly."
"It seems like a piece of my heart has been taken away!"
Just as the soldiers were answering, countless more soldiers ran out of the barracks with painful expressions on their faces.
"Brother Zhou, wait a minute!" The great scholar surnamed Ling stopped the great scholar surnamed Zhou who was about to suppress his family, country and the world. "The situation is wrong, it's not like Ying Xiao!"
"See for yourself, the strange things happened to the Shu Kingdom's Divine General Camp!"
The two great scholars raised their eyes and saw rays of charm condensing over the Shenjiang camp.
Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Ma Chao, Zhao Yun, Huang Zhong...
The phantom of the general is visible across the sky, visible hundreds of miles away.
In the bedroom, Han Qingzhu put down the pen in his hand and looked in the direction of the general camp.
I saw the phantoms of these gods getting off their horses one by one. Even if I couldn't see their faces clearly, I could still feel the sadness on their bodies.
These arrogant, brave, or unruly generals all raised their hands and bowed deeply toward the east.
A mixture of voices seemed to be whispering, ringing in the ears of every soldier in the Shu Kingdom's Divine General Camp——
"Military advisor...my military advisor..."
…
Chen Luo's hand trembled, and the brush fell on the paper without leaving any ink marks. His eyes were blurred, and he saw a green light on the paper, and a human figure of light and shadow slowly condensed and fell in front of Chen Luo.
The man was stooped, but his bearing was extraordinary. His face was old and haggard, but his eyes were full of sparkle.
Chen Luo's heart moved and he quickly stood up and saluted: "Junior Chen Luo, I have met Mr. Wolong!"
Zhuge Liang's shadow slowly looked at Chen Luo, stretched out his hand, touched the manuscript, and after a moment, shook his head slightly, his expression even more painful.
"Launch Master? Lair Master... Did Zilong fight to save the child and I worked so hard to help him, and finally became his master?"
Zhuge Liang sighed deeply: "Half of my life's work has been a dream, and the bamboo basket is in vain..."
"Youyou Cangtian, how can you treat me less..."
Chen Luo felt that his throat was suddenly blocked. He hesitated for a moment, then cupped his hands and said: "Mr. Wolong, although the Han Dynasty is gone, the blood of the Han family continues to be endless. Thousands of years later, if you look around the state, the Han Dynasty will still dominate the world!"
Zhuge Liang looked at Chen Luo again, his eyes sparkling: "Thousands of years later, does anyone still remember Han?"
"Why don't you remember?" Chen Luo replied, "After Mr., there were also strife and chaos, there were also invasions of Yi and Di, the continent of China sank several times, and the building collapsed several times!"
"In the dead of winter, there is always burning blood with indomitable passion; in critical days, there are often stories that make people sing and cry!"
"Drive out the Tartars and restore China!"
"One inch of rivers and mountains, one inch of blood, one hundred thousand young people, one hundred thousand troops!"
"In the final analysis, it's all because of that sentence: Anyone who offends our strong men will be punished no matter how far away they are!"
A smile finally appeared on Zhuge Liang's face: "The Han is in the hearts of the people, and the lord must be pleased..."
"My little friend, in the world I live in, at this time, is the world peaceful? Is the country peaceful? Is the people safe?"
Chen Luo was startled and looked at Zhuge Liang. Seeing that the other man had only a curious look on his face, he hesitated for a moment and finally said with pride: "Sir, when I come, I can go up to the nine heavens to catch the moon, and I can go down to the nine oceans to catch turtles. The sword is in the sky, the iron ships are spreading across the sea, gentle words are in the mouth, and the big stick is in the hand, the people live in peace and contentment."
"Reviving the great cause of the strong Han Dynasty is not far away!"
The smile on Zhuge Liang's face became more and more obvious, and then he looked up to the sky.
His figure began to stand tall and straight, his face began to look younger, and a goose feather fan appeared in his hand, shaking gently.
"Human race, barbarian race...interesting..."
"Thank you little friend for calling me here..."
"Liangdang do your best!"
Zhuge Liang slightly saluted Chen Luo, and Chen Luo quickly returned the salute. When he looked up, Zhuge Liang had disappeared.
At this time, Chen Luo's eyes blurred and he got up from the desk.
He rubbed his eyes and realized that he had fallen asleep on the desk just now.
Is it another dream?
Chen Luo looked at the manuscript. The brush fell off the paper and did not stain the manuscript.
Chen Luo rubbed his temples and suddenly felt the earth shaking slightly. Chen Luo walked out of the room quickly and saw a blue light pillar rising into the sky outside Dongcang City...
…
The messenger bluebird cuts through the night sky, from Dongcang to Zhongjing.
Jin Helan and Zhu Hesong, the great scholars in charge of the Jade Bird Pavilion in Wenchang Pavilion, stood on the pavilion, looking to the north.
They were waiting for a message from Marquis Wu.
Logically speaking, today should be the day when the latest chapter of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" is delivered.
In the previous chapter, Zhuge Kongming trapped Sima Yi in Shangfang Valley. Without the constraints of treacherous ministers and traitors, Shu Han may really be able to regain the Central Plains this time!
As for the Confucian disciples, in their eyes, Shuhan is the orthodox one!
Cao Wei? Rebellious ministers and traitors!
"It's coming, it's coming!" He saw a blue light flying from a distance, and Jin Helan smiled heartily, "Brother Zhu, who among us will see it first later?"
Zhu Hesong thought seriously: "Of course you read it first."
Jin Helan waved his hands repeatedly: "Oh, Brother Zhu should come first!"
Zhu Hesong nodded: "Thank you very much!"
Jin Helan's expression changed: "Brother Zhu, you..."
"Oops, I'm so angry. Just kidding, you come first, you come first!"
During the conversation between the two, the blue bird fell. Jin Helan took down the letter and said unexpectedly: "Ah, it turns out to be two chapters!"
"Wuhou is so mighty!"
As he said that, Jin Helan glanced at him, his eyes widened with anger, and he cursed: "Wen Shamei thief!"
Zhu Hesong sighed: "Brother Jin, you're angry! It's just out of context, how could you lose such a temper..."
"Let me take a look! Where did it break again?"
"Isn't this just..."
"Shameful thief! I will fight you to the death!"
…
Zhongjingcheng.
For the first time, "Da Xuan Min Bao" suspended publication for one day.
Just when everyone wanted to know the reason, they discovered that all the morning teahouses in the city had signs saying "Closed Today."
"What's wrong? Did something happen to Marquis Wu?"
"Isn't the latest chapter of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" out yet? Is Wu Hou delaying the draft again?"
"Hey, I heard from the gossip that students from the Eighth Colleges went on strike!"
"strike?"
"Yes, it is said that they refused to transcribe the latest chapter of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms!"
"Isn't that reasonable? Are you trying to increase the reward?"
"No, no, I heard...I heard...Hey, it's really..."
"What is it? Hurry up and tell me!"
"I heard that in the latest chapter, Wuhou wrote Zhuge Liang to death!"
"Nonsense! Don't say such things again! How could Zhuge Kongming die? Your news is wrong! It is absolutely wrong!"
…
Kong Tianfang looked at the crowd of students sitting in Shengwen Square and rubbed his brows.
"Hai Yi, can't you... please persuade me?"
Tian Haiyi also had a sad look on his face: "I tried to persuade you, but it's useless!"
"Since receiving the manuscript yesterday, these children have cried a lot. If it were not blocked by the formation, the crying would have spread throughout the capital!"
"I don't know who started the sit-in protest later! There were also blood letters!"
"Blood book?"
As soon as Kong Tianfang asked, he saw a big bloody flag rising in Shengwen Square——
"Give me Kong Ming my life!"
Kong Tianfang gritted his teeth: "Nonsense!"
"What's the use of showing us the blood book!"
Tian Haiyi nodded: "Yes! These kids are so ridiculous!"
"Hai Yi, can you use the formation to teleport them to Dongcang City and have them sit in protest in front of the city lord's mansion?"
Tian Haiyi was stunned: Huh?
Kong Tianfang hammered the railing: "I want to sit in the first place!"
…
Changming Palace.
Ye Heng looked at the officials in the palace who were bowing to him and had a headache.
"My dear friends, please get up!"
An official said loudly: "Your Majesty, please issue an imperial edict to order Wuhou to revise the chapter and restore Zhuge Liang's life!"
Ye Heng also let out a long sigh: "Why didn't I think so! It's just that the imperial court has its own laws and regulations. As long as it does not violate human relations, the imperial court cannot interfere in matters concerning writing!"
Zhou Zuofeng stood aside and said softly: "Your Majesty can play the emotional card!"
Ye Heng was stunned, glanced at the Prime Minister, and thought for a moment: "In this matter, we should let Wenchang Pavilion come forward. Prime Minister Wen... hmm? Prime Minister Wen?"
Only then did Ye Heng realize that Wen Xiang, who had been standing in the main hall, was actually just a phantom.
"Where's Wen Xiang?"
…
Wenchang Pavilion, Wenxiangya Room.
Yan Baichuan looked at the latest manuscript in his hand and trembled slightly.
When he killed Guan Yu, I didn't say anything.
Later, he killed Zhang Fei. I felt that he was a martial artist after all, so he still didn't say anything.
Later, when he killed Liu Bei, I still kept silent!
Today, he actually slashed the knife at Zhuge Kongming!
This is not how the hair knife is cut!
Is it you, Chen Luopiao, or I, Wenchang Pavilion, can't lift the knife?
Yesterday's hatred was broken, and today's murder and hatred are all on my mind!
Yan Baichuan rushed out of Wenchang Pavilion, full of righteousness.
Seeing this, Leng Hanbing quickly asked:
"Wen Xiang, what are you going to do here?"
"Go to Dongcang and kill Wen Shame!"
"Wen Xiang, wait a minute, I'm willing to go with you!"
"I am also willing to go with you!"
Green figures flew out from everywhere in Wenchang Pavilion, following closely behind Yan Baichuan.
…
In a moment, several green rainbows pierced through Zhongjing!
"Go to Dongcang and kill Wen Shame!"
"Save Zhuge and help the Han Dynasty!"
Lines of blue light flew up and joined the queue of the great scholar.
…
In Zheliu Academy, Kong Tianfang raised his head and glanced at the sky.
"I'm coming too!" As he said this, he flashed his body and soared into the sky. Before Tian Haiyi could react, a giant green hand fell from the sky, grabbed the "blood book" and rose into the air.
…
Liu Jingzhuang was drinking wine at home.
I had previously persuaded the brothel to go north to Dongcang, but I had gone too far, and now I had nowhere to go.
But now that I am going to Dongcang, is my purpose a bit too obvious?
At this time, he suddenly felt the aura of great scholars in the sky. He raised his head and saw dozens of great scholars heading north across the sky.
"Everyone, where are you going?" Liu Jingzhuang asked through a message.
"Go to Dongcang to kill Wen Shame?"
"Going to Dongcang?" Liu Jingzhuang said with joy on his face, "Count me in!"
With that said, he turned into a ray of green light and joined the great scholar's queue.
…
Have you ever seen hundreds of rivers returning to the sea?
Have you ever seen trickles of water merge into a river?
From Zhongjing, all the way to the north, great scholars are constantly flying out of thin air to join this queue!
After traveling thousands of miles, there were already hundreds of great scholars.
"Brother Wu, are you here?"
"Well, Brother Liu, long time no see. I have a question, what are you doing here?"
"I don't know. I saw my senior brother inside, so I followed him."
"Really? Brother Deng, do you know what is going on?"
"I've flown three thousand miles with you, and I don't know what happened!"
"This direction, isn't it going to fight the barbarians?"
"Isn't it? I thought it was!"
"Everyone, we are going to Dongcang!"
"Oh, Dongcang? Why are you going to Dongcang? I thought I was going to kill barbarians! Get out of here!"
"The shame of being a scholar has killed Zhuge Liang!"
"What! Get out of my way, I want to be the first!"
"He's irritable! Everyone is irritable! Give him a chance to change his attitude first!"
…
Dongcang City.
What? More than a hundred great scholars came to kill him?
Still increasing?
Chen Luo's hand loosened when he was eating the fruit, and the fruit fell to the ground.
"Sister, save me!"
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