Overgod Ascension

Close to the festival, in Dingzhou city, households Zhang lanterns colored, temples and markets constantly, even the official government offices opened curfews, at night on the banks of the city protection river, the flower lanterns hidden, everywhere to enjoy the crowd while the night is out.

At this time, a large boat also sailed slowly on the river path outside the city, with two people sitting on the deck. It was, of course, Wu Ming and Wuhu who travelled in mini clothes.

“We need to see this scene before some people's weather...”

Wearing a green shirt, a Confucian costume, years of Junma career did not add air cream to her, but because of the martial arts progress, the skin was like ice jade, the image of a luminous prince, and Wu Ming next to her was temporarily bright.

“This is' 22977; you govern well, the second is near the capital, if it is still a thousand miles hungry, where else is there a way to live? ”

Wu Ming smiled slightly.

The effects of wealth and political agglomeration in the capital are naturally quite small. After all, is it at the foot of the heavens? No matter which dynasty, the standard of living of the people is top notch, but if it represents a universal standard of a country, it is also a joke.

Night breeze routine.

Wu Ming and Wu Ming enjoyed both sides of the scenery, and were quite happy to have a drink or sip.

Occasionally, other flower boats can also be seen, full of clusters, on which silk bamboo orchestra, Inge swallow language is constantly coming, but before it has approached, they are dispersed by nearby frigates.

Even though he traveled in minimal clothes and was possessed of stunning skills, Wu Ming and Wu Xiao were not the type of men who liked white dragon fish clothes, and the guards who secretly accompanied him did not know how many.

While not necessarily capable of dealing with the great enemy, it is more than enough to deal with these small problems.

“Ding is old enough to go to school, can the husband have the right Mongolian choice? ”

Wu Xiao looked at the rolling river water and suddenly asked.

“Ding's talented and intelligent, no matter what you learn quickly, you don't have to worry about learning and governance. The only thing you can worry about is character, Meng Master's choice, and you have to think carefully about it...”

Honestly, an emperor, in fact, even literary martial arts don't have to have any requirements, otherwise what would a bunch of Wenzhen martial arts generals do? What you really need to learn is emperor mindset, the selection of people, checks and balances is enough.

The most important thing is to be able to clean up the prince, don't be fooled, if you do this, plus a little literary bragging, what is the title of a thousand ancient monarchs is fine.

“Recently, the northern Confucian Emperor Huang Zong came to Dingzhou City to lecture. Several Confucian students have recommended this person to me. How does the husband feel? ”

Wu Xiao's face was not smiling.

“Pure Confucianism? ”

Wu Ming frowned slightly.

“Husband seems prejudiced against Confucianism? ”

Wu Xiao asked curiously.

“No way! ”

Wu Ming shook his head: “In the midst of the turmoil, healing the turmoil, what is needed is still the Wujia and the soldier's family... Of course, now, in the 19th state of the week, perhaps it can be in the hands of Eu, Ding Zheng, just as a king of Shouxeng, it is also useful to learn Confucian law and the Taoist's inaction technique, only less than three generations, still can't focus on Confucian technology..."

Bookmakers rebel, not in three years.

Honestly, don't those Founding Kings know the great harm of the Cadets' family?

No way!

Just not so bad!

Even though the readers held the world down and suppressed the warlords, so what? Without military power, who can rebel?

After the founding of the country, the soldiers will surely fall, and the Confucian family will rise.

Though knowing the consequences of doing so, it is inevitable that armaments will be abandoned in the late empire, and that there will be no response to internal repression or external resistance. So what?

Is there an immortal empire that leans upon the heavens?

Wen Wen, even if he can dominate the world and conquer the four seas, there is always the scourge of overthrow, but raising Wen Shen up and leaving behind the defect, he can get at least a hundred years of statehood.

The emperor is selfish. What choice do you have?

In reality, the Confucian set of monarchists is also quite beneficial to rule, is the system that saves the most administrative resources, and at least apparently declares that monarchists are going to die, and they have to die.

As for the warlords with heavy armies, will you give him death to see if they will resist?

By comparison, it is natural that everyone knows the choice.

However, just at the time of the founding of the country, there were some differences. The founding fathers must have engaged in the use of force, heavy armies and military merit.

And the second generation needs to cut off the domestic clan towns and mountains, and purely know that literary affairs are not possible, but after three generations, the reign can be consolidated, Confucianism can be ruled, so that the world is too peaceful, maybe there will be a prosperity or something to brag about.

Though the price is hundreds of years later, it will be the end of the dynasty, but with a family for hundreds of years, isn't it a big profit?

“What does the husband mean? No?”

Wu Xiao blinked, knowing that his husband's breasts were in danger of Yamakawa, deeply unpredictable.

Examination methods, military laws, etc., are actually all things that he came up with, and once the experiment went on, he found out that the effect was like God's.

However, the husband's attitude towards the Confucian family is very complicated from the point of view of improving the printing technique, publishing a large number of books, and increasing the readership class.

“No pure Confucian, no pure martial arts, less than one martial arts, let's combine martial arts! ”

Wu Minghui sighed and understood the helplessness of the Founding Emperors.

Don't they know the harm of pure Confucianism?

Instead of letting Wujun bully the dead, let Wenshen bully the dead instead of speculating with the worst malice.

Even if there is a power chief, at best he can secretly kill the king, and another clan will continue to be emperor, but if the martial arts will rise, it will be the great event of the genocide.

Of course, in this world, it's a little different.

Tianxian and other extraordinary forces exist, for any dynasty are checks and balances.

Needless to say, as long as Wu Ming is still here, even though his descendants' dynasty has suffered the scourge of overthrow, preserving the first-line bloodline incense, making sacrifices endless, can still be done.

Everyone thought he wanted to be the guardian of the new dynasty, but for Wu Ming, even though the whole week of dragon qi, what could it be?

If you really want to do this, why don't you start with him, call him king as emperor, build a fairy dynasty on the ground, and take all your luck?

If you are still a Tianxian, become a Protector of the Nation or something, you may actually have some gains, but you are now a Golden Immortal living with heaven and earth, and doing so is more than profitable.

At least, after three generations, the blood is thin, and Wu Ming is too lazy to worry about what future generations will do.

He doesn't have enough time to pursue the path of eternity. Where else can he think about it?

“Wen Wu together? Good!”

Wu Xinlan's jaw, obviously the same idea: “Confucian master uses Huang Zong, how about it? ”

“Although this man is a Confucian, he has to meet before talking...”

Wu Ming also felt a little tired of this Northern Confucian suddenly coming to Dingzhou.

Perhaps behind this person is the will of certain forces, and acting out of courage is not good for anyone.

“Everything depends on the King! ”

Takeshi smiled sweetly.

“After spring, the town will be in full swing, right? ”

Wu Ming was holding the calf, but suddenly asked.

“Yes!”

Takeshi sword eyebrows picked, the original daughter's attitude disappeared as many times as possible, adding an iron blood brag.

“Five years of reunion, rest and recuperation, several harvests of crops, Chen Gu full warehouse, plus the newly formed Lingzhou Army, Yingzhou Army, Xuzhou Army, plus more than 500,000, complete armor, it is time to sweep the world, and return the people a peaceful and prosperous life! ”

“Good, then wish you all the best! ”

When Wu Ming opened his eyes, he repaired it to be far more vulgar, not star picking, dust floating a few old ways comparable, plus the intimate relationship with Wu Xiao, he only saw the red dragon at a glance.

At this time, the red dragon's eyes are angry, the scaly armor is bright, and the color of the leap is leaping forward.

Even in the hidden space, Wu Ming sensed several dragons in the world, all appeared to be in a state of decline.

“The dragons have been set, other dragons will inevitably fade..." 22977; this troop contribution is definitely autumn wind falling leaves, sweeping the world, just one more cleaning inside... ”

Wu Ming saw this, slightly jaw neck.

……

It's also the Festival Night Market, but some people can barely sleep at night.

Purple Vine Academy, in a cabin.

Huang Zong looked at an oil lamp on the table, but his eyes were slightly faint.

‘Recently we have seen that Wuzhen is rich in food, full of troops and even more vibrant, I'm afraid we have decided to start a war in the world... Alas...'

As a Confucian, the idea of unification is still deeply rooted in people's hearts. Huang Zong is naturally willing to see the world return to unification.

However, he was caught up in the question of whether the world would have a Ji surname or another surname.

Week after week, almost 300 years in the world, the big name divides this thing, sometimes not worth mentioning, sometimes the energy is incredible.

Although Wuzheng succeeded in entrenching his rule with the help of the imperial justice, at this time he had the strength to swallow the world, but also within the ruling group, there was a constant flow.

If Wu Ming were here, he would surely have thought of the three countries of the former East Han.

Wuhu blackmailed Tianzi to make the people's practices quite similar to that of Cao Cao. Just as this Cao Qianzi willingly prepared World War I to settle Jiangnan, the battle of the Red Wall directly put the hope of reunification into running water, and buried a fountain pen for the future divided confrontation between the three countries.

If the world was truly unified at that time, even though Cao's reign had been usurped, there would surely have been nothing else.

But unfortunately, if not in history, and the defeat of the Battle of the Red Wall, for many reasons, the imperial mastermind is even more hidden.

The situation facing Wuhu is similar.

If we can truly unify the world, with this great prestige, let Ji Lin gently meditate to retreat, it also seems to be a logical thing, from the style of Wuhu, this probability is almost 100%!

And the royal lords in the court, so self-proclaimed Zhou loyalists, would really like to see this scene?

Naturally, they don't have to wait to see what choices they make.

Fortunately, after all, Wu Ming has had more than a lifetime of insight, knowing that nothing new is happening in the sun. Since the papal faction of the Eastern Han can drag the back legs for imperial power, these Great Zhou Chaplains do not have to overdo their expectations.

Anyway, it's time for this court to use up. What are you waiting for?