Chapter 343: Mountains and Rivers Shattered

Haoran is upright.

This was the result of Zhao Yuan's heart becoming righteous after reciting thousands of Confucian scriptures, which vibrated the qi and blood in his body.

Zhao Yuan didn't know how it was born, but he didn't want to find out.

I only know that I only need to uphold integrity and follow the way of a gentleman.

This awe-inspiring righteousness will become more and more integrated into the qi and blood, which will be of great benefit to one's own martial arts cultivation.

Zhao Yuan raised his head and looked up at the sky, only to see a bright moon in the sky, which was extremely bright in his eyes.

He immediately bowed to heaven to show heaven's grace.

After all, Zhao Yuan did not engage in any practice during these days, but simply studied.

But after realizing a certain truth, he was able to break the shackles of martial arts.

This awe-inspiring righteousness is born in the body and blends into the qi and blood in the body.

Although Zhao Yuan does not know how strong he is now, he also knows that he has never been as powerful as this.

The awe-inspiring righteousness permeates the whole body, making it difficult for ghosts and gods to approach, and evil thoughts will not invade!

Even if the sorcerer thangka were to commit another crime, he would be instantly wiped out by the aura of righteousness.

Moreover, Zhao Yuan could sense that the power of this awe-inspiring righteousness was not limited to this.

Any villain's lies will be revealed instantly, and no trace of them can be concealed.

Moreover, this kind of upright cultivation is different from martial arts.

Although it is attached to the Qi and blood in Zhao Yuan's body.

In fact, it just uses Qi and blood as a carrier.

This awe-inspiring righteousness was born from Zhao Yuanxin, and was born from the synthesis of will and belief.

Zhao Yuan suddenly felt something in his heart when he thought of this.

But he knew that his practice was not over yet.

In fact, it has just begun at this moment.

I have just entered the door of cultivation.

It's just that after reaching Zhao Yuan's current state, almost all the Confucian classics that can be found have entered his mind.

Even if he wanted to read, he couldn't.

However, his cultivation of Haoran's righteousness will not just stop at reading.

Zhao Yuan knew that the reason why he was able to cultivate Haoran's righteousness was.

It's because he incorporated the principles in the book into his own beliefs.

If one day, I change my thoughts and ideas, I will lose my righteousness.

After realizing this, Zhao Yuan's mentality became more awe-inspiring and cautious.

But he is different from ordinary Confucian scholars. Because of Xie Que's memory and martial arts practice, Zhao Yuan's temperament is different from the previous refined nature. Instead, he has become brave, courageous, and informal.

However, under such a character, he also possesses the sincerity of a gentleman.

Regardless of morality, etiquette, integrity, and benevolence, he has it all in his heart.

Since becoming a martial arts scholar, Zhao Yuan has not abandoned his wife and children in the face of endless temptations from the outside world. This is morality; he has followed court etiquette and respected the emperor. This is etiquette...

After Zhao Yuan understood these truths, he became more cautious in his actions.

He did not abandon Xie Que's unscrupulous behavior in his memory.

I don’t think there is anything wrong with the emperor’s aggressive military tactics.

As a gentleman, all he needs to do is to fulfill his duties and carry out his own laws.

In the next three years, Zhao Yuan continued to demand himself in this way.

In his body, Haoran's righteousness continued to grow, and it warmed and nourished his qi and blood, making himself much stronger than he knew three years ago.

At this time, Zhao Yuan still looked extremely powerful, even though his figure was still strong.

But compared to three years ago, it is a bit more reserved and elegant.

He is like a scholar who has been immersed in knowledge for many years.

It is completely unimaginable that this is the champion who frightened the four countries outside the country.

Zhao Yuan looked out the window, put down the book in his hand, and sighed: "I think... I still feel sorry for those sergeants."

Zhao Yuan's wife Xie Cuier was a little confused.

But He Mingtao, who had followed Zhao Yuan for more than ten years, knew that Zhao Yuan was referring to those soldiers who had practiced Panlong Jin.

Now that the ten-year period has come, as the toxins accumulate and brew, these soldiers will soon die.

Zhao Yuan felt heartbroken every time he thought about this.

Although He Mingtao comforted him many times, he could not make Zhao Yuan get rid of this inner demon.

He could only sigh and comfort Zhao Yuandao: "Brother Yuan, it's not a big deal. You choose your own destiny. In the past ten years, they have all become princes and prime ministers, and they have achieved brilliance that ordinary people can't imagine..."

Zhao Yuan just shook his head: "That being said, they can obviously live longer."

Speaking of this, Zhao Yuan saw the snow gradually starting to fall outside the window, and couldn't help but want to go out for a walk.

Seeing Zhao Yuan put on a big cloak, He Mingtao also stood up quickly.

Over the years, with Zhao Yuan's guidance and resources, his martial arts cultivation has reached the peak of a master.

There is no way forward.

However, every time He Mingtao competed with Zhao Yuan, he only felt that the opponent's strength was unfathomable.

But what puzzled He Mingtao the most was.

In the past three years, he had never seen Zhao Yuan practicing martial arts.

If ordinary warriors were like this, their strength would have declined terribly, and even their energy and blood would have declined.

But Zhao Yuan was now nearly fifty, and despite not having any contact with martial arts for three years, he was still able to overwhelm him with one move.

This made He Mingtao feel a little weird.

Although he asked Zhao Yuan for advice, Zhao Yuan only told him to study.

He Mingtao also read it patiently, but it made him more impetuous and difficult to calm down.

In the end, he just gave up the idea and followed Zhao Yuan with peace of mind.

He was not dissatisfied because Zhao Yuan was "hiding his personal secrets".

Zhao Yuan walked out of the warm hall where firewood was burning and stretched out his hand to catch the snowflakes.

Over the years, his three little daughters have all married, and they are all the sons of celebrities in the court.

Nowadays, apart from his husband and wife, the only people left in the champion's residence are his father-in-law, mother-in-law, He Mingtao, and some servants.

Zhao Yuan does not interfere in the lives of his daughters.

They did not live a good life in childhood, and they only became the daughters of the Marquis' family after they became rich.

Zhao Yuan only had some questions about his daughters' marriage.

Seeing that his daughters all took the initiative, he said no more.

Although Zhao Yuan knew that the three sons-in-law had more or less thoughts, he did not want to interfere too much.

Instead, he felt a little pity when he thought of his wife, who was now nearly fifty years old.

Because of Haoran's righteousness, not only has he not aged over the years.

On the contrary, he became younger and younger.

It is precisely because of this that his wife rarely talks to him because of her low self-esteem and feeling that she is not worthy of Zhao Yuan.

Sometimes even if he spoke, he would persuade Zhao Yuan to take another wife in order to continue the descendants of the Zhao family.

Although Zhao Yuan tried to persuade her many times, he could not persuade his wife back, so he gave up.

During this snow, Zhao Yuan was not only looking back on his past life.

He also has thoughts about the future.

Ten years ago, it was this snow that ushered in the invasion of the Yuancha people.

He had no choice but to create those soldiers who practiced Panlong Jin.

Now that ten years have passed, I am afraid that Da Cai's heavy cavalry army that dominates the world will also disappear.

The emperor originally wanted to ask Zhao Yuan for the secret medicine needed to practice Panlong Jin, but Zhao Yuan refused because of the accidental income.

Now that more than 10,000 surviving people have died, Da Cai no longer has anyone to rely on.

At that time... Da Cai will face an even greater crisis.

Although the emperor did not know where he invited several wizards to fight against the wizards in other countries. But Zhao Yuan felt that those were not good people.

Never had any contact.

But he also knew that once those soldiers died, these wizards would definitely cause trouble.

Now there are eight wizards who have been made national masters by the emperor, which is extremely glorious.

It even surpassed Zhao Yuan's prestige for a while.

With Zhao Yuan hiding in hiding these years, these wizards have become even more popular.

But relying on eight wizards, Zhao Yuan found it difficult for Da Cai to defend his current territory.

…

Time passed quickly, and it was the winter of the second year.

As expected, some tribesmen from Fangwai came to the northern border of Dacai to fight against the autumn wind.

As if they knew something, they headed towards the vicinity of several sergeant fortresses in Da Cai to harass them.

In the past, if there were tribes like this, they would definitely be faced with the tragedy of annihilation.

But now, Da Cai is unprecedentedly silent.

The emperor seemed to turn a deaf ear to this, as if it had never happened.

Here, after ten years of silence and giving up nearly a thousand miles of land, the countries outside the country became rampant again.

The crazy plundering and grabbing seemed to be to compensate for all the losses they had suffered in the past ten years.

The capital side finally took action at this time.

A hundred thousand troops led by the national division "Batu" quickly marched to the border to suppress the rebellion.

But half a month later, news came that Batu was dead and all 100,000 troops were captured.

At the same time, a gust of wind blew, and a wizard named "Junlu" visited the capital.

He showed a powerful strength that was almost like the might of heaven, causing Da Cai's remaining seven imperial advisors to either flee or surrender.

Overnight, all the birds were gone and the good bows were hidden.

Even the emperor was plundered by Junlu.

When Zhao Yuan got the news, he rode his horse to reach the capital.

But all they saw was a raging fire in the palace, hundreds of concubines' clothes were stripped off, and their skins were peeled off.

Even Queen Xu committed suicide after being defiled.

Seeing this, Zhao Yuan couldn't help but chattered his teeth.

He knew that it was because of the emperor's attitude.

He is no longer a loyal minister of the emperor, but he is a loyal minister of Da Cai.

Zhao Yuan took a deep breath, but he didn't expect that the wizard "Jun Lu" from outside the country who he thought had been gone for a long time.

I have been waiting for him here for several days.

Zhao Yuan is almost half responsible for why the foreign countries hate Da Cai so much.

There were small frictions and conflicts between Da Cai and other countries outside the country every year.

After all, the land outside is too bitter and cold to survive.

Taking advantage of the autumn wind to survive is something these tribes will do.

But Zhao Yuan gave them a blow to the head ten years ago and brought them endless humiliation.

Junlu wore a cowhide cloak, covering his whole body so tightly that no trace of skin was exposed.

His face was also covered by a silver mask, like a jackal.

He was on all fours, like a jackal the size of a calf, with a hint of bloody brilliance emerging from behind the mask.

Junlu stretched out a snake-like letter and hissed continuously. The blood around his body was filled with light, like a hell on earth.

Zhao Yuan knew that this person must have been ambushing him here for a long time.

In just an instant, Junlu's body collided with Zhao Yuan's body.

The next moment, Zhao Yuan's body suddenly glowed with golden light.

With Haoran's righteous energy flowing out, smoke emitted from Junlu's body.

The cowhide wrapped around his body, along with his flesh and blood, was corroded by Haoran's righteousness.

But Zhao Yuan was also pushed forward by the huge force burst out by Junlu.

This force was so huge that it was difficult for Zhao Yuan to resist for a while.

Junlu also seemed to become more violent because of his injuries.

Zhao Yuan was unable to resist for a moment, and fell behind within three or two moves.

Even Haoran's righteousness can hurt Junlu.

But it seems to only make the other party become more violent.

According to Zhao Yuan's memory, Junlu had actually reached the peak of the Four Realms.

It is simply not an existence that I can fight against.

He gritted his teeth and fought against it.

But in a moment, Junlu knocked him to the ground.

Junlu bit off the meridians of his hands and feet, and pierced Zhao Yuan's pipa bones with iron ropes.

He took him to the Kingdom of Jin together with Emperor Da Cai.

Zhao Yuan regarded death as home and did not care about his own safety.

He just sighed softly: "I'm afraid Da Cai is about to perish..."

When he said this, tears suddenly fell from his eyes.

I thought I could protect Da Cai from danger, but I still looked down on myself.

Zhao Yuan was thrown into the dungeon of the Kingdom of Jin and was only fed water once every three days.

He thought that the Jin Congress would deal with him, but the other party began to persuade him to surrender.

He seems to think highly of him.

But Zhao Yuan's heart was not shaken at all.

Haoran was righteous at heart, and Zhao Yuan didn't care what his enemies said.

Even the Jin people robbed their wives, daughters, and parents-in-law here.

I want to impress Zhao Yuan with the tears of my loved ones.

Zhao Yuan knew that he was about to die, so he did not hesitate at all. He just wrote poems to satirize the Jin people.

He was imprisoned for three years and was persuaded and forced to surrender almost a thousand times.

The Jin people planned to directly use Zhao Yuan's prestige to re-establish a puppet regime of Da Cai in the land of Da Cai.

And promised Zhao Yuan to make him emperor.

But Zhao Yuan still refused.

At this moment, Da Cai's emperor had been beheaded, right in front of Zhao Yuan's eyes.

Although he was angry, he also knew that there was nothing he could do except close his eyes and not look.

Three years later, when the King of Jin saw that Zhao Yuan was like this, he ordered Zhao Yuan to be killed.

The King of Jin also admired Zhao Yuan very much. The severe torture he had suffered over the years was something no one could bear.

But Zhao Yuan accepted the order without saying a word.

He planned to see Zhao Yuan off in person with a golden cup of wine.

When he was about to die, King Jin lifted Zhao Yuan's chin and looked at his face full of vicissitudes of life and his head full of white hair.

"Marquis Champion, if you join our Kingdom of Jin at this time, I can make you prime minister."

Zhao Yuan just shook his head.

King Jin sighed, and without much persuasion, he smashed the golden cup to the ground: "Before the execution, do you have anything else to say?"

Zhao Yuan smiled, and a line of blood and tears fell down his face:

"The country is in ruins, and Da Cai has destroyed the country, all because of my thoughts. I... feel guilty!"

When the King of Jin heard this, he just turned around and said to many generals of the Jin Kingdom:

"Heroes like Champion Hou are about to die. How can these untouchables in Da Cai survive?"

He smiled, showing a cruel look: "Pass this king's order to sacrifice blood to Da Cai to sacrifice the spirit of the champion Hou Zaitian!"

When Zhao Yuan heard this, he did not react at all. Instead, he opened his mouth and recited a poem:

"The heaven and earth have righteousness, and are mixed and endowed with manifolds..."

This was not something Zhao Yuan suddenly thought of, but something he suddenly felt, and the awe-inspiring righteousness in his body seemed to rush out of his body.

In an instant, the awe-inspiring righteousness in his body soared to the sky from his heart.

The golden light rolled up high like a long river, covering the sun, moon and stars dimly.

Suddenly, a golden heart appeared in Zhao Yuan's body.

With a wave of his arms, he easily tore off the iron rope as thick as a bowl.

The iron cable had a cold glow and penetrated from the crook of the arm, and the nearly ten-foot-long iron cable was dragged behind him.

The blood flowing between the arms was also a little golden, soaked in the iron rope.

Zhao Yuan was naked, dragging the iron rope behind him, stood up, and looked at the Golden King in front of him.