Chapter 297: The Prime Minister of Great Yan Vs. The Imperial Master of Southern Zhou, His Meritorious Service, the Ninth Prince Leaves the Capital

Jiangling Palace.

The Ninth Prince Lu Yunhuang was sitting in the courtyard as usual, looking at the white-clothed Confucian scholar looking at the rockery creek in front of him, his eyes showing hesitation:

"Sir, do you really want to take action now?"

The Confucian scholar in white turned his back to him and threw a stone into the lake, causing ripples to appear. He said calmly: "Now is the best opportunity. Don't miss it. If you lose it, you will never come back."

"Just like this stone, the ripples it creates only happen once. I don't know when another stone will be thrown into the lake."

Xun Yu turned around and showed a brisk smile.

"Lu Mingyuan has been away from the capital for half a month. Regardless of the outcome, this is a good opportunity to take action."

"If Great Yan wins, the world will be more afraid of Great Yan. If Great Yan loses, his reputation will be greatly reduced. No matter what, it is a good thing for you, a prince with no real power."

Hearing this, Lu Yunhuang said thoughtfully, "I understand, sir."

"But now, although my cultivation has improved a lot and I have made great progress, what should I do in this great world now?"

When Xun Yu heard what he said, he was not only playful: "What? Are you also obsessed with it?"

Lu Yunhuang shook his head: "Sir, maybe you are right. People like me should never take the bright and open road. We should take the path of King Jin."

Lu Yunhuang has obviously improved his state of mind and vision over the years following Xun Yuwen. He is no longer the transparent person who followed Jin Wang Lu Guangjing back then.

He was extremely thoughtful. He looked at his husband and said seriously:

"To be honest, Mr. Jin, at the beginning, I planned to avoid the shadow of King Jin, and did everything the other way around, because I didn't want to become the second King Jin. So in order to take revenge, I also wanted to fight for the throne, but in a legitimate way. Even after Lu Mingyuan became the crown prince and took charge of the East Palace, my heart still remained. But later, the death of Qi Xingyan and the beginning of the War of the Seven Kingdoms made me understand."

Lu Yunhuang sighed and said: "Perhaps in such a world, it is only right to implement Mr.'s knowledge to the end."

"So?" Xun Yu frowned.

Lu Yunhuang expressed his true thoughts word for word: "My great path may not only be in Dayan."

"I listen to you, fight out and leave the capital."

"good."

Xun Yu nodded, with a smile in his eyes: "Actually, I have never advised you all this time. The idea of ​​leaving the capital is just to see that you are determined to have the throne. No matter what I say, it is useless. Now you have reached this level of enlightenment yourself. It is your fate and your destiny.”

"As my last disciple, you should have this ambition."

"No matter what happens in this world, we can't lose hope in it. The world always has a dark side, but the orthodox principles of Confucianism are pure and gentle, but there are times when it's unclear. My knowledge is the answer to this situation."

Xun Yu's tone was low and solemn:

"Look, troubled times are about to arise, and heroes are vying for the throne. The era that belongs to me will come soon."

Dayan Palace.

Hanlin Cabinet.

"What did you say? The Ninth Prince wants to leave the capital?"

As the chief assistant of Dayan, Chen Ke's first reaction when he heard the news was to reject it.

"How could it be allowed?" Chen Ke said in a deep voice.

Zihui, an academician of the Hanlin Academy, reported: "There was a Confucian scholar in white blocking the gate of the city. Many monks from the three academies were trapped within the confines of the Confucian and Taoist mantras and could not take a step forward."

"Confucian scholar in white? Could it be?"

Chen Ke's pupils narrowed.

"Hurry and call Fuyao Taoist Lord!"

"yes!"

Chen Ke didn't care about reviewing the memorial. He folded his sleeves with both hands and strode out of the hall, turning into a long black rainbow and heading to the city gate.

When he arrives.

Sure enough, they found an old Confucian scholar in white standing under the majestic city wall, blocking the way.

"The Imperial Master of the Southern Zhou Dynasty, Xun Yu?"

Chen Ke solemnly called out this person's name.

This was also the first time he saw Xun Yu's face.

I don’t know if it’s a real face.

It is said that Xun Yu has many clones walking around the world, but his true body has been missing.

But there is no doubt that this person's cultivation level is very high.

As early as a hundred years ago, he was already a saint in the holy realm.

Today's Taoist practice is probably comparable to that of a Confucian saint in the Fourteenth Realm.

If the true body comes, I am afraid that only existences like Lisheng and Wensheng can suppress it.

Chen Ke just heard Lu Mingyuan mention this person as very dangerous.

As early as two years ago, the clone was severely injured by the Soldier Saint, and the Southern Zhou Dragon Vein was burned to the ground and disappeared for a long time.

Unexpectedly, it came back again.

Xun Yu touched his beard, looked at Chen Ke's figure, and said with deep eyes: "You are the little kid who has learned about the mind. You are indeed very good. It's a pity that you are not my disciple."

"Sure enough, after serving as the chief assistant of Dayan, Dayan's luck has successfully allowed you to reach the twelfth realm. If I guessed correctly, you should have achieved one of the three immortal saints' meritorious deeds?"

"What a terrifying life."

Chen Ke was a great sage of the country, but Xun Yu called him a little baby.

Anyone else would be displeased.

Chen Ke looked indifferently and said: "I'm going to tell you why I haven't seen senior Xun Yu in these years. It turns out that senior Xun Yu has been staying in Jiangling Prince's Mansion these years. He is really well hidden."

Basically no one would think of it.

Such a great being would choose to hide in the palace, willing to become the protector of an ordinary prince.

In just a few words, Xun Yu saw through Chen Ke's strength.

And he saw through the deep "meritorious" nature that he had always concealed.

This forced Chen Ke to treat this Confucian elder who was comparable to a saint with caution.

If a Confucian wants to become a saint, he needs to achieve meritorious service, establish virtue, and establish his reputation, achieve the three immortalities, build an immortal Confucian body, and be famous throughout history. Only then can he be a saint.

Now, Chen Ke has become Dayan's first assistant and has achieved the first step - meritorious service.

"Making meritorious service" requires entering the monopolistic and highly risky officialdom, which is often beyond the ability of a scholar.

It can only be said that Lu Mingyuan created a court with the right time, location, and harmony for him, so he could complete his meritorious service so smoothly.

"No matter how powerful the seniors are today, they can't even think of leaving the capital." Chen Ke said with cold eyes.

Xun Yu shook his head: "You can't stop me. Maybe Fuyao Daojun can give it a try. He should be on the way already."

He looked teasingly and said, "In your eyes, am I so bad?"

Chen Ke couldn't deny it and said unwaveringly: "Senior, as the number one chess player in the Confucian Temple, are there many people who scheme?"

Xun Yu said diligently and coaxingly: "There are many people who are worse than me."

"But if you want to find someone more compassionate than me, it's not that easy."

With a wave of his hand, Chen Ke mobilized the great formations in Dayan Capital, trapping the opponent in place: "Stop talking nonsense, let's fight."

Xun Yu gently stretched out a finger and spoke the truth:

"It's shocking."

For a time, the sky roared like thunder and the sky shook.

A statue of the god Thunder God holding a trident appeared at the top of the sky, surrounded by three thousand thunder and lightning, and the sky was bright.

One strike of the halberd shattered the formation.

Then, Xun Yu read out the second mantra again:

"Draw the ground as a prison."

Chen Ke discovered that the space in the surrounding area was all imprisoned and became extremely sticky.

It was as if countless iron and lead had been poured into the feet, and the gravity increased, making it difficult to move even an inch.

Xun Yu put his hands behind his back, slowly moved forward, and said lightly:

"I told you, you are no match for me."

"What's more, Fuyao Daojun probably won't be able to make it now."

This was the first time that Chen Ke encountered such a powerful opponent. He said with a solemn gaze: "If it is a clone, it is absolutely impossible to have such a strong strength. Are you the main body?"

When Xun Yu heard this, he smiled and said nothing.

There was no answer to his question.

Just when Xun Yu was showing off his power, a disembodied voice sounded from the sky.

"Xun Yu, you are such a villain, will you ever regret it one day?"

A middle-aged man with slightly frosted temples, wearing a blue Confucian shirt and stepping on golden lotuses with characters, slowly walked down from the sky dome.

The sacred blue and purple literary energy is close to him, and the sky turns into the shadow of green lotus and purple mulberry trees. Even if he stands in the Yandi Palace where the national fortune is at its peak, and is washed away by the majestic dragon fortune, it cannot cover up the unparalleled holy spirit and awe-inspiring righteousness in his body. Perfect and golden.

As soon as he appeared, the entire stone statues in the Wenchang Pavilion of the Imperial Capital trembled slightly, as if to welcome him. All the scholars looked in the direction of the city gate in tacit agreement, with stunned eyes, understanding what this meant.

The saint comes in person.

"Literary Saint?"

Xun Yu raised her eyebrows and squinted her eyes, looked at the middle-aged man, and laughed out loud:

"I didn't expect that I would attract a giant Buddha like you."

When Chen Ke saw his master arriving in person, he also saluted promptly.

"Disciple has met sir."

Wen Sheng waved his hand, and his Wen Qi supported Chen Ke's body. Then he raised his hand and saw that the mantra of "drawing the ground as a prison" was lifted.

"Get up, there's no need to be formal."

Then, Wen Sheng looked at Xun Yu with piercing eyes: "It is indeed a good strategy to let Master Tianlong, the master of Ashes Valley, resist Taoist Fuyao, while I block the gate of the city by myself so that the Ninth Prince can leave the capital."

"Tianlong Zhenren attained the perfection of the True King a hundred years ago and attained the great mastery of Yuanshen. Now, with his true cultivation, he has become a human immortal. It is not surprising."

"The only thing that makes me wonder is, when did you, Xun Yu, become so sacrificial for others?"

Xun Yu exhaled seemingly helplessly, pursed his lips and said:

"It's not because your new king, Dayan, has achieved more results on the battlefields of the Seven Kingdoms than the ancient emperors."

Wen Sheng looked amused and said, "Have you gotten the news?"

Xun Yu said leisurely: "I'm not the only one who knows, the Confucian Temple and the Taoist League will probably get the news soon."

"To tell you the truth, three years ago, I really wanted to use Great Yan's national fortune to reach a higher level, but with the current situation, even I have to avoid its edge for the time being."

"Instead of relying on the fate of the country, it is better to find a new way."

Wen Sheng's eyes were sharp and he smiled slightly: "But Emperor Dayan will not let you go if you do these things."

"He holds grudges the most. You can leave if you want. How can anything in the world be so cheap?"

"Today, if you don't pay the corresponding price, you will never leave this imperial capital."