v6 Chapter 103： Without support

Li Maozhen's army was still near the Huaihe River, and Yangzhou on the Yangtze River was chaotic.

In the academic shed, the scholars gathered around Wang Zaifeng, and lost the aura and fed the elixir. After tossing for a long time, Wang Zaifeng finally woke up.

Seeing the anxious faces that appeared panicked in front of him, Wang Zaifeng knew that even if he passed out three or five times, he would be awakened by these people.

No way, now Confucianism needs him to determine the future direction of Confucianism. It's about his own life, and no one will pay attention to his shameful heart.

Wang Zaifeng was struggling, trembling to do it, his actions were extremely difficult, as if he would fall at any time. In fact, taking his cultivation as the realm, Mo said to spit a few mouthfuls of blood, even if he spit out a dozen mouthfuls of blood, he can walk like a bird. But his failure to do so is not enough to show that he has suffered a huge physical and psychological blow because of guilt.

"Sir, King An and Qi's army is coming. Yangzhou we can't stay anymore. What should we do now?"

"Yeah, where should we go? And the brothers and sisters who are officials, should you call them back?"

"The people in the city are being killed by chaotic soldiers, shall we protect them ..." This sentence was soon drowned in the tide.

Wang Zaifeng finally sat down, sighed, and looked at the eager faces, sorrowful: "The Confucianism is a disaster that no one can imagine. We have lost this world battle, and I am afraid we will lose it again for hundreds of years. Useless land, go back to the mountain gate. "

When he heard this, everyone was surprised and terrified. Someone asked aloud: "Sorry, back to the mountain gate? Sir, although I lost in Huainan and lost the opportunity to control the world, no matter who gets the world, who can Not appointing scholars? Why should we go back to Shanmen? "

After hearing this, Wang Zaifeng felt that his heart was beginning to swell, and he held his chest for a long time. He finally did not hold back, and another blood spurted out.

The crowd grew up and looked at him, wondering what to say.

Wang Zaifeng's pain was so distorted that his five senses were distorted, and he said sadly: "Cui Keli, the rebel, has turned to An Wang and set up another portal. Now, under His Majesty, where does Yangzhou Confucianism stand? Will be in control of the court, how can I tolerate me? "

As soon as this remark was made, the scholars were all ashamed.

They knew they were over.

It is said that they have no day in their early years, but for all the Confucian disciples in this department, there will be no chance of coming out of office for generations!

"Cui Keli, you must die!"

"This traitor who betrayed the division's door will be divided by five horses in the future!"

The scholars talked loudly and gave the most vicious curse to Cui Keli.

These curses did not last long, however, and they gradually dissipated. Each of them knew that cursing was useless. After the cursing stopped, there was only sadness in my heart.

The three wise men other than Wang Zaifeng also looked silently at the sky and issued a long sigh of sorrow.

From now on, Qingzhou Confucian Confucianists are bound to outperform the world. Whether these scholars in Yangzhou Confucian Confucians will be driven out and killed, even Cui Keli's face will be looked at.

But who would have thought that the scholar who had been kicked out of the Confucian School of Confucianism because he hadn't come to Yangzhou to attend the Confucian School of Confucianism would become the true master of Confucianism today?

I knew today, why bother.

Don't regret it at the beginning.

A middle-aged gentleman in the rank of Bajie, blurted out, said: "If Cui Keli had not been expelled from Confucianism at the beginning, we would not have become a deadly enemy with him, nor would he be in Qingzhou. Establishing another portal. If we had some affection that day, even if we lost in Huainan, we could still go and run away, and we would not fall into a state of utter danger. "

After hearing this, many people's faces became complicated after they stumbled.

Some of them gritted their teeth, still resentful of Cui Lili, but more people sighed and even sighed, and even regretted their mouths.

At this time, an old man in the Four Sages suddenly said, "When the chase went out that day, the old man said that it was too cruel to do that. After all, he was a rare Junyan who was our Confucianist. Unfortunately, the old man Comments were not taken seriously. "

The words immediately attracted everyone's attention. The other two sages, and the talented members of Bajie and Seventy-two Toshihiko, even faintly expressed their gaze.

Ignoring Wang Zaifeng's eye warning, the old man who stood upright in front of everyone continued to express his profound meaning: "Actually, it is not our biggest mistake to expel Cui Keli. To this day, do not all the princes know that there is goodness The famous An Wang did not go to help, and came to Huainan to support Gao Ying to fight against An Wang, is our biggest mistake? "

The geniuses fell into contemplation, and then took it for granted.

Wang Zaifeng shuddered and pointed at the corner of the old man's mouth, "Zhang Qi, you keep your mouth shut! Helping Wu Wu and expelling Gao Yun is my Confucian decision-making ..."

"The decision was not taken by everyone, but it was you who took the idea, wasn't it?" Zhang Qi shook his sleeves and interrupted Wang Zaifeng's words with a stern expression.

The same as the four wise men of Confucianism, Zhang Qi has always paid little attention to Confucianism because of his discord with Wang Zaifeng. If it weren't for its own erudition and talent, it would almost overpower the wise men. I'm afraid that Wang Zaifeng would have been kicked out of the four wise men.

What else did Wang Zaifeng want to say? Zhang Qi has already made a stern cry: "Wang Zaifeng! Since you took charge of Confucianism, you have been arbitrary and do not listen to persuasion. You made several mistakes in decision-making, resulting in the scourge of Confucianism today. Already a Confucian sinner, do you still not repent? "

After hearing his cries, Wang Zaifeng couldn't sit still anymore and was startled.

However, as soon as he stood up, he went on doing it again, and his energy was gone, as if he was twenty years old.

Because everyone looked at his eyes, it was clearly malicious.

Even spurn and hostility.

Wang Zaifeng's heart was as dead as death.

Confucianism failed, and someone needed to take responsibility.

This black pot can only be carried by him.

And Zhang Qi, a person who disagrees with him, will now naturally take his place.

His previous statement that he had become a sinner of Confucianism through the ages of the Confucianist turned out to be a phrase.

Packing up the packages and books in a hurry, leaving the schoolhouse like a bereavement dog, being run over by chaos in the chaotic Yangzhou city, and even the Confucian scholars who were killed, finally got out of the Yangzhou city and went to an unpredictable but doomed future There was already a cry.

Walking in the crowd, Wang Zaifeng, full of white hair and stunned, would fall at any time.

He didn't pretend this time.

No one came to help him and care for him.

Everyone is now following Zhang Qi, leaving him with a frown on his face, and some people still cursed him for being foolish. Even Wang Anneng, Wu Wang and Xiao Xiao couldn't see it, harming others and hurting himself.

Wang Zaifeng's footsteps became slower and slower, until he finally couldn't support them, and he fell face-to-face on the cold mud.

He didn't get up.

After all, the gentleman couldn't bear it. He came to help his shoulders and wanted to help him stand up. After several hard efforts, but failed to find out, Wang Zaifeng had no vitality.

In Yangzhou, Confucian came and left.

This is where Huai'nan Jiedushi Zhizhi is located.

It is only after today that this place is destined to become a purgatory, with countless people dying in chaos. Scholars scrambling to leave, burying their heads in the gloomy sky, will not turn back to care. Even if they look at it more, they just lament their misfortune.

Yangzhou City, which stood silently in the gradually cold autumn breeze, could only bear its sufferings silently, and could not leave and travel like a monk standing in the world. As he bid farewell to a host, it waited for a new host to appear. If it was a heroic hero, it would welcome light.

...

Fairyland one day, one year in the world.

When Li Zhi calmed the Central Plains in the world and won the world trend, the demon tribe battled with the Daomen immortals in Xianyu, and then they were about to usher in the second war.

The Ling Xiao Bao Dian, behind the drooping bead curtain, the immortal emperor who is still the subject is still mysterious and majestic. The immortal officials standing in the temple still bowed their heads as usual, and continued to show their awe and surrender.

It is as if Daomen did not fail in the world, the demons did not kill Xianyu, and the immortal Emperor who was roughly and overbearing did not miss.

Therefore, Xianting has not fallen into a huge danger.

However, no matter how good the Taiping whitewashing is, it will eventually reveal clues, even in this small treasure hall-those powers that had previously fought out and fought against alien immortals, returned half.

The main hall is still large, and they will not appear crowded when they stand together.

It's just eye-catching.

But the truth is, it's not enough to just return to power.

Li Changgeng, who had recovered from serious injuries, was playing in class, and his waist was bent lower than usual, his tone was more respectful than usual, and his voice was smoother than ever before. Fingers can be set-only need to return to the fairy soldier in one direction. "

What Li Changgeng said was unclear, but whether it was the high-ranking imperial emperor or the immortal official in the temple, he could not understand the meaning of it.

Yes, the fairy soldier who transferred back to one direction.

Fairy soldiers at the border.

Recall, what a simple word, but it means giving up.

Recalling the fairy soldiers in which direction means losing the territory in that direction, or even giving way to the alien soldiers.

It is naturally impossible to return all the immortal soldiers at the border. In that case, the Daomen Immortal Court will fall directly behind, regardless of whether the demons and the Tongtian master can be eliminated, all the immortals from Kyushu are doomed.

Immortal Emperor did not let Li Changgeng and the immortal officials wait too long, and two understatement words passed into the ears of the immortals: "Western border."

In order to protect Xianting's territory, Xianting's immortal soldiers are naturally garrisoned on all sides, but the main defense direction is actually only two-the west and the north.

Combatting the northern soldiers is the Khitan deity that is rising fast and growing fast. Fighting with the western immortal soldiers is the long-suffering Tubo and Uighur deities.

Li Changgeng didn't have any doubt and promised: "In accordance with the purpose."

He knew very well that the North Border Fairy could not be transferred back. Once the northern border prepares for emptiness, with the strength of the Qidan deities, maybe they can hit the Zixiao Palace directly. So the choice is unique.

Li Changgeng, who was ordered to walk out of the Ling Xiao Bao Temple, read the Emperor's will aloud on the jade steps, and soon the immortal took the order and flew away to the west.

Looking at the vast fairy sphere surrounded by the mist, although Li Changgeng's anxiety became more and more serious, he didn't show half of it.

The western border of Xianyu is empty.

Hejian in the world is gone.

The Tubo army moved east from Hexi, and only needed to travel seven hundred miles to reach Changan.