Chapter 1292 Shock the World! (1)

Wang Chong was stunned. The situation in front of him was completely unexpected. Wang Chong has not encountered the constraints of the world for a long time since he obtained a large amount of Destiny Energy Points in the Battle of the Southwest. Every time the world is bound, as long as there are enough destiny energy points, it will not have any impact, but this time the incident is obviously different.

But before Wang Chong could think deeply, the next moment, the door opened, and Su Shixuan, Xu Keyi, Cheng Sanyuan, Xue Qianjun and others rushed in. As soon as the four of them came in, they glanced around the room and soon landed on Wang Chong. From last night to now, no matter how long Wang Chong has been writing in it, they have been standing outside for as long as they have. Everyone is full of uneasiness.

"My lord, how are you doing?"

A group of people looked at Wang Chong behind the desk, and their hearts were full of worry. Wang Chong's face was pale, his body was thin, and he seemed to have lost a lot of weight. But even though he looked very tired, Wang Chong's eyes were extremely bright. But the more this happened, the more worried the four of them became.

Wang Chong didn't speak, but just waved his hands:

"Su Shixuan, Cheng Sanyuan, Xue Qianjun, and Xu Keyi, I have one thing for you. Take these manuscripts on the table. I want you to typeset, print, and bind these texts into a book as quickly as possible, and then use my In the name, it will be published throughout the empire. Within three days, I want the entire capital, including the counties of Kyushu, to see this book everywhere!"

At the end, Wang Chong stretched out a finger, pointed at the thick pile of letter paper on the table and said.

At that moment, the entire study room was silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on the pile of letter papers.

From the moment they first entered the study, they noticed that there was an extra stack of letter paper in front of Wang Chong, and on the letter paper, there were densely packed handwriting, and the pen and ink were still wet.

No one knows what Wang Chong wrote, but everyone knows that the matter that took Wang Chong five days and asked him to solemnly tell him must not be simple.

"yes!"

The four of them respectfully responded, stepped forward and left with the thick stack of letter paper. However, even the four of them didn't know that from the moment they stepped out of the room, that thick stack of letter paper would completely change the Tang Dynasty, and even the surrounding countries.

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The day's storm passed quickly, the east gradually turned white, and the entire capital quickly returned to calm. To the people of the capital, the visions of heaven and earth caused by Wang Chong's writing in the study were nothing but illusions, and did not have much impact on everyone. It just gave everyone a little more talk, but in the capital, the number of people marching did not decrease at all.

city ​​west,

Li Zheng Meat Bun Shop.

In the whole capital, this shop is famous for its meat buns. It is said that a couple surnamed Li and Zheng founded it. Famous and soft. In the capital, many customers even spend an hour's journey to eat the meat buns from this family.

The Roubaozi shop in the early morning is steaming and fragrant, and many customers gather at the door.

"Boss, here are three meat buns!"

Suddenly a voice came, a middle-aged scribe in green robe, about thirty years old, leaning on the bunk halfway, opened his mouth and said, while speaking, he took out three copper coins from his arms and put them on the bunk.

"Zhang Xiucai, do you want to go to the tea house after eating steamed buns?"

After the bunk, the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop said hello while holding the steamed stuffed bun. Obviously, he is very familiar with the green-robed scribe.

"haha, yes!"

While answering absently, the green-robed scribe turned his head to look at the bookstore beside him.

The bookstore is run by a bookseller in his forties with a three-strand beard who comes here every morning to sell books. The Tang Dynasty and the surrounding countries are different from each other in the past dynasties, and the cultural atmosphere is extremely strong. Not only are the scholars first-rate, but ordinary people also like to buy and sell books, or collect them, or pass them on to their families.

But Qingpao scribes still like this one. Every time they come, they check to see if there are any newly published books. Once they find them, they are like treasures. However, the green-robed scribe hadn't found a new book for a long time at the bookseller.

"Um?"

Suddenly, the green-robed scholar frowned, and immediately noticed that there was an extra book on the bookseller's bunk.

""Might is Truth"? What a strange name!"

The green-robed scholar was secretly surprised. He has been reading since he was ten years old, and has collected books for more than twenty years. He has read books with all kinds of strange titles, but he has never encountered anything like this. And from the title, I can't tell what's going on inside.

Moreover, the feeling of this book is completely different from any book he has collected before.

"Shopkeeper, what book is this? Why have I never seen it before? Is it a new book published by some old gentleman?"

The middle-aged scribe said.

"Ah? It turned out to be Zhang Xiucai! That's not true. This is a new book, which was delivered just this morning, and the person who wrote this book is also very famous. He is the foreign king of our Tang Dynasty. I heard that he put his heart and soul into it. After writing this book, I plan to make it the treasure of the bookstore, and I will keep a copy for my own collection when the time comes."

The bookseller smiled.

"What?!"

Hearing the bookseller's words, the green-robed scribe was taken aback, his eyes widened suddenly.

Alien King? He had long heard that the king of foreign lands had strategized and won thousands of miles. He was the new generation of God of War in the Tang Dynasty. He had never heard that the king of foreign lands had such profound attainments in literature and Taoism that he was able to publish books.

The green-robed scribe suddenly left from the meat bun shop, grabbed the book from the bookstore, and opened it happily, but just counted it hastily, and the green-robed scribe suddenly changed his expression:

"Boss, how much is this book?"

"Ten Wen, but I don't sell..."

The bookseller subconsciously said, but the word "sell" hadn't been uttered yet. There was a sound of jingling, and ten copper coins were quickly thrown on the bookstore. Walk.

"Hey! Your bun!"

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"Thump, thump, thump!"

In the Shaozhang Counselor's Mansion, a burst of hurried footsteps resounded through the mansion. Only two hours later, a Confucian disciple hurried into Li Junxian's room. The weather was not hot, but this Confucian disciple was covered in cold sweat and looked extremely disturbed.

"Young master, it's not good. There is a book published by the King of Foreign Lands. Now Luoyang paper is expensive, and the city is full of sensation. Almost everyone in the capital has a copy. The situation is extremely bad!"

"Hehe, is that right? Thinking about it in terms of time, he has almost counterattacked, but is the counterattack he thought of writing a book?"

Li Junxian smiled indifferently, waved his hands, calm and unmoved. Whether it's the disarmament of the Tang Dynasty, or the anti-war demonstrations, plus the placement of schools in the three major training camps, counting the time, if you don't want to sit still, there should be some movement.

If Wang Chong didn't do anything, he would be really surprised.

"Young master, no, the situation is different this time! Young master, you will understand after looking at it!"

Unexpectedly, upon hearing Li Junxian's words, the cold sweat on the Confucian disciple's forehead became more intense, and he became more and more anxious. He seemed to have a thousand words in his heart, but he didn't know how to express it, so his face flushed with anxiety, he simply opened a bag beside him, and handed over the book he bought at the market.

Li Junxian spread out a piece of rice paper, and originally spread ink on it. When the Confucian disciple handed it over, Li Junxian didn't care at first, but he just glanced at it and saw the simple and simple painting on the title page of the book. Li Junxian slammed the five words alone, and his face suddenly changed.

"Bring it here and let me see!"

Li Junxian's expression suddenly became extremely solemn. He put the brush filled with thick ink on the rice paper, and it stained a large area, but he didn't notice it.

"Clatter!"

After taking the book from the disciple of Confucianism, and opening the title page, Li Junxian just glanced at it, and felt as if he had been hit hard. The blood on his face faded away immediately, and he no longer had the initial calmness, calmness, confidence, and chicness.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!..."

Looking at the book in his hand, Li Junxian trembled all over, and his face became paler and paler. For the first time in his life, Li Junxian was in chaos. At that moment, he finally understood why the Confucian disciple who reported the letter was so flustered and disturbed. It was not as simple as a book at all. This book is prying the foundation of the entire Confucianism and Confucianism.

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"Boom!"

No matter whether it was Li Junxian or the Confucianism, or the old grand master in the court, King Qi and others, no one thought that Wang Chong's counterattack would be so fierce, so domineering, and so terrifying.

Recalling from Khorasan, Wang Chong has been deprived of all military power, and in the court, the eldest prince, Li Linfu, Qi Wang, the old grand master, and Li Junxian have almost completely monopolized the court. They thought that even if Wang Chong had great abilities, he couldn't make a storm. However, no one thought that without the military power in hand, without the power in hand, Wang Chong's counterattack like a storm would be beyond the reach of any military power or government power.

Because Wang Chong's attack was directed at people's hearts!

"Might is the truth, and the weak prey on the strong... Such remarks, where does my Tang's benevolence, righteousness, propriety and wisdom go!"

In a bamboo forest in the capital, an old Confucian looked at the letter in his hand, trembling with anger.

"Heresy! This is Chiguoguo's heresy! Anyone who dares to make such remarks should be hanged!"

In another place, a famous Confucian with a violent personality who was well-known in the capital, after reading this book, slapped his palm on the table, and he was furious.

"A majestic Prince of the Tang Dynasty, to say such remarks, is simply inferior to pigs and dogs!"

In another place, four or five great Confucian scholars who criticized Wang Chong in the parade gathered together, all of them were incomparably angry.

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However, not to mention the reaction of the Confucian scholars in Beijing, when "Might is Truth" was fully released in Beijing, the sensation and impact it caused was beyond anyone's imagination. In the thousands of years of history in China, there has never been a precedent for a military general to publish a book on literature and Taoism, especially the name of Wang Chong, the king of a foreign land, on this book, and the effect it caused in Beijing is beyond anyone's imagination.