Chapter 332: The Great Zhou Emperor’s Banquet, the Arrogant Prince Ji Han

"Mr. Ci, why didn't you let me participate in the Great Zhou Martial Arts Competition? Didn't you say before that there was an inheritance of immortals there?"

"Yingtian, that place is really good, but it's not suitable for you. Your ambition is not to be a scholar. As you said before, what you want to do is to rule the world and end this chaotic world. Immortals are not what you pursue. You are ambitious about the world, and you should take the world as your responsibility."

"But if I get the inheritance of immortals, I will definitely be able to end this chaotic world faster."

"Inheritance is important, but character is the most important. Yingtian, it's easy to get the world, but it's hard to rule the world. Even if you get the world with absolute force, it will not last long. If there is no good way to rule the world, you will only get another chaotic world. I need you to have enough time , thinking about the strategy of governing the world, instead of wasting this year on so-called opportunities. "

"Governing the world is difficult, as difficult as ascending to heaven. Today, the world seems to be a tripartite alliance of seven countries, but there are undercurrents, and the forces of various countries are intertwined. If you want to gain the world, you should convince people with virtue, reason, and culture. Otherwise, even if you gain the world, it will be difficult to last long. "

"Then what do you think I should do?"

"You should make friends with talents from all over the world, integrate the talents of the seven countries, and clear the chaos in the world. This is the best strategy."

"I understand, thank you Mr. Ci for your teachings."

"Our next stop is to go to the birthplace of Confucianism. The roots of Confucianism originally belonged to Lu, but since Qi annexed Lu,"

Outside the city of the Great Zhou Dynasty, an ox cart carrying two young men swayed around.

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The army of the seven vassal states had already entered the city of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the atmosphere in the city was even more solemn. The merchants who had been coming and going had also closed their shops. The reason was that there were many small frictions between the seven countries in the city, and people often drew their swords against each other because of a disagreement.

At this moment, a banquet had been set up in the palace to welcome the young people who participated in the Great Zhou Martial Arts Competition. The Great Zhou Martial Arts Competition was a grand competition held by the royal family to select talents from all over the world. Young talents from various vassal states gathered here to represent the honor and dignity of their respective countries.

Of course, the so-called welcoming and cleaning was just an excuse. At this banquet, the purpose of the royal family was not only to welcome these young talents, but also to intimidate them. Although the children of these vassal states were the future power of each country, they were young and vigorous after all, and they would look down on the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and sometimes they would inevitably do some impulsive things.

The royal family hopes that through this feast, they can see the majesty and strength of the royal family, and let them know that the current Great Zhou royal family is not as decadent as they imagined.

At this moment, an old man with a kind face, his hair has turned gray, and the traces of time have left deep marks on his face. He is wearing a green robe and sitting on a high platform. The collar and cuffs of his clothes are embroidered with exquisite patterns. He holds a folding fan in his hand and shakes it gently, giving people a leisurely feeling.

"The young talents of the vassal states will come here, which really adds some vitality to our Great Zhou royal city."

The old man sighed, looking at the dozens of young talents sitting in the palace, his eyes full of emotion.

None of the young people present dared to make any other noises. The reason was simple. This old man was the Zhou emperor who was about to abdicate. It was said that the Zhou emperor was a great cultivator in ancient times. He had reached the holy realm and was the guardian of the Zhou royal family. Over the years, the reason why the Zhou royal family could stand firm in the seven countries was mostly because of his existence.

This emperor did not like to govern the country, but liked to practice. When he ascended the throne, the majesty of the Zhou royal family in the vassal states no longer existed, and it could even be said that it was humiliated by the major vassal states.

However, this emperor relied on his own strength to forcibly create his own reputation, making the vassal states afraid and dare not destroy the Zhou. It was a pity that he alone could not save the decadence of the entire Zhou royal family.

"According to the previous etiquette, I should not have hosted the Great Zhou Martial Arts Contest this time, but because of the succession of the emperor, I must show up this time, and this time I plan to pass the throne to my younger generation. He is about the same age as everyone else, and I hope everyone can treat him better in the future."

The Zhou Emperor gently shook his folding fan, pointed to the prince sitting next to him, and said: "His name is Ji Han, and perhaps everyone has heard of his name for the first time."

"Hello, prince." Everyone present saluted him.

"Pretentious, such pretense, really disgusting."

A discordant voice sounded, coming from the prince's mouth, he stood with his hands behind his back, his demeanor quite arrogant.

The faces of the young people present changed slightly, they had never expected that this prince was actually a thorn. "What? I was wrong? You all respect my Great Zhou royal family on the surface, but in fact you wish my royal family would decline sooner, right?"

"What the prince said is wrong. We have no such intention."

"Did this prince say something wrong? If I did, you can refute me. I want to hear what you mean by respect."

Ji Han was arrogant and did not take these dozens of young talents seriously at all. "I know you are dissatisfied. You think that this prince has the support of Taizu, a powerful saint, so you can be so rampant."

"So before this banquet begins, this prince wants to have a martial arts show with you. Anyone who wins this prince today will be given ten bone refining pills."

When he said this, everyone present was stunned. Bone Refining Pills were pills that could only be refined by the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Ancient practitioners only needed to swallow ten Bone Refining Pills to enter the human realm and start the ancient practice. Although everyone in the world now practices the method of Confucius, Bone Refining Pills can also strengthen one's own bones and muscles, make the body invulnerable, and be able to carry a tripod.

"What? No one dares to fight this prince?"

Seeing that everyone was silent, Ji Han's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile.

"How about I try?"

A leisurely voice sounded from the outermost side of the banquet hall, and a handsome young man in a gray robe came forward.

Ji Han looked up at the young man, then asked: "Which country are you from?"

"I am a disciple of the Mohist family, Ning Changsheng."

"You are a disciple of the Mohist family?"

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. The Mohist family was not averse to worldly affairs, but in this occasion that should have nothing to do with the Mohist family, they actually saw the Mohist family. Could it be that the Mohist family had chosen to support the Great Zhou royal family?

"There is no other way. Disciples of other families are different from those who are taught by their parents. We have to find a way to make a living."

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