The Human Emperor

“Come, Prince, please! ”

A voice came from across the street, and Confucius White sometime took the glass in front of him and made a request.

“Oh, Brother Li, please! ”

Wang punched a slight discoloration in his eyes and also looked back. He lifted the glass in front of him and the Confucian white coat across the street touched him.

“Buzz!”

As the glass for two approached, the atmosphere changed dramatically throughout the tavern, and a Confucian named in the tavern was supposed to be sitting on his back, staring at the young man at the sword dance in the blank area. But at this time, it's like being attracted to something, looking at it.

“Psst!”

Hearing only one crisp sound, the next moment the glasses of the two met immediately in mid-air. That crisp sound, in this quiet atmosphere, sometimes sounds like thunder, and this is when the mutation bursts.

Wang's eyes flashed, a pounding force immediately followed his arm, passed into the glass and shook towards the other side.

Bang, the next moment, a strange feeling came from across the street, the glass hit, Wang Zhuangming felt like he hit an invisible mountain, the white Confucian raised the glass, the corner of his mouth with a smile, and the tattoo didn't move.

Even the liquid in the glass didn't shake.

“Interesting! ”

Wang Chung smiled slightly and immediately increased his strength. A more pounding force is like a river, infinite, shocked across the street by the white Confucianism. And almost simultaneously, a massive force also bursts out of the white Confucianism across the street.

The two of them stared at each other and the two powerful forces hit each other sharply in the air through the glass. However, whether it is Wang Shou or Confucius White across the street, the glass in hand is untouched, all the shocks and shocks are isolated by two people, even the liquor liquid in the glass has not vibrated, calm as a lake surface.

Strength continues to increase, and in a short period of time, the surrounding ground immediately shivers like bran, which is slightly invisible at the beginning, but quickly becomes fierce between winks. Soon, the surrounding tables and chairs, wine and vegetables all vibrated with turbulence. The vibrations grew, and in the end, even the entire tavern trembled like an earthquake.

Ah!

The surrounding array shouted, and all Confucian Confucianism in the liquor building stood in shock and instability by the forces that erupted on Wang Chong and Confucianism in White.

Wow, a huge cup of dishes, couldn't stand the power, slipped off the table and smashed.

“Buzz!”

Almost simultaneously, Wang Zheng and Confucius White, opposite each other, simultaneously withdrew their strength and retrieved their glasses, and the vast enough force to collapse the mountain fissure disappeared at the same time. Both of them are too powerful to continue probing, I'm afraid the whole tavern will be torn apart.

“How powerful is the Prince! ”

Confucius White first retracted the glass, raised his head and drank it. Drop the glasses, the clouds of white Confucianism are faint, even breathing is not disturbed at all, obviously the wave of opponents, did not do all they could.

“Brother Li is so cultivated! ”

Almost at the same time, Wang Chong drank up and left the glass on the table.

This wave of probing, neither person actually took advantage of the cheap.

“I had no idea the Confucianism had such a strong expert! ”

Wang Chung's face is calm, but his heart is ups and downs. Wang Chong, who is only eighteen years old in appearance, is rare in the world to look at his power. Few people in the rank of general of the Empire alone have been able to compete with him, not to mention even the powerful presence of war governor Khu Deebo has died in his hands, let alone others.

Wang Chong never thought that among the opponents at the same level, there could be someone to sit on equal footing with him. The handover just now, although it was only a small scale of probation, Wang Chong's feeling opposite the white Confucianism, repaired to not be beneath himself at all, and his mental power is also very mysterious.

Wang Chong, a master of spiritual power, even Messier died in his hands, and the white Confucianism across the street was not even under him, and he could actually change the breath of his spiritual strength, which was unknown.

The atmosphere in the tavern was dead silent, sword drawn, surrounded by a pair of eyes looking at Wang Chong and Confucius White, only the two were afraid to fight again. Song, at this time, a clear sword suddenly came from the ear, the center of the second floor, the man with the white mask, wearing a black robe and a sword dance, suddenly took the sword and retreated from the blank area.

“Let's go down! ”

At this time, Confucius White suddenly opened his mouth and whisked his sleeve.

“Yes!”

For a moment, with a single order, half the Confucians in the tavern retreated, leaving only a small part of the Confucianism scattered throughout the tavern and behind the Confucianism in white.

With this simple order, the atmosphere in the tavern slowed down a lot.

crackle and rattle!

It was also at this time that a sound of fireworks and firecrackers came from inside the liquor store. Along with the laughter of the array of adults and children, the sound is particularly bright in the silent lounge.

“Hehe! ”

Across from Wang Chung, Confucius White opened his mouth again. He lifted the silver bottle on the table, first poured Wang Chung a glass and then filled himself with:

“The King is very talented, and his grandfather is the famous Nine Dukes of the world today. Do you know what day it is? ”

Wang Chong did not answer, but looked at each other. Knowing that the other party must have something to say if it asks.

“Western scholarship, now that everyone knows April 8th Buddha's birthday, how many people know that today is the time of Spring and Autumn Hundred Holy Extinction. ”

This remark surpassed Wang Chong's expectations, and he immediately frowned deeply and waited for Confucianism in White to follow.

“In the spring and autumn era, nations fought against each other, and people lived in the heat of the water every day. It was a truly weak and forceful, spiritually charged era of Shura. After that, the sons of Baisheng propagated their thoughts, paid a huge price to change people's hearts and minds, deepened the concept of benevolence into people's hearts, turned that age of animals eating each other into the age of ‘man’, and realized the universe of the same. ”

White Clothes Confucian Zhuang Zhuang Dao.

Wang Chong did not speak, listened carefully, but when he heard the words "the whole world is in the same company”, he frowned slightly unconsciously.

“The nations of the Spring and Autumn Warring States, though united, have a hundred holy illuminations, and every saint, like a fire in the dark, illuminates that era, pointing in the right direction to the peoples of the world. Today, however, the Hundred Saints are extinct, the Land of God, including the surrounding world, and the people are plunged into darkness, disoriented and turned into animals eating each other. The loss of Hundred Sacred is a loss for all of us, so every year today, on the day of the holy demise, we gather together to celebrate the Holy Sacred Sacred Sacred in memory! ”

White Confucianism's voice was high.

Wang Zheng had a slight shock in his heart and suddenly suddenly understood why he had a strange feeling when he stepped into the tavern, and why there was a strange sword dance and why everyone was wearing black hair bands. This is what they are sacrificing.

“The exotic king, you are the richest and most gifted man we have ever met. In a short time, you have settled the monsieur and the great food, and even in the Asahino, a new generation of gods of war has called you. Man lived a hundred centuries and died, and some things, the value and significance of their existence, far exceeded the life of a man. I hope that you can join us and help me, you and I, together, to realize the unfulfilled wishes of the Holy See, so that the world can truly become one and the same. ”

“It's not just the Chinese, it's not just the Zhongtu Shenzhou, but all civilizations and worlds, including the Turks, the Gao Zhili, the Xi, the Us Tibetans, the Qidans and all the other edifices of the Western world. People have disputes, they have killings, they have endless wars because of differences in language and ideas, but if the world unites and penetrates benevolent ideas and ideas into all the peripheral edifices, including the great food, and at the same time unifies languages, all disputes and killings will cease to exist and disappear into this land forever! That's the way to end the war forever! “

“This is a true heavenly comrade! ”

When Confucius White said this, the voice was solemn, not like a product of a passion, but more like a result of thoughtful thoughts a thousand times.

Wang Chong listened seriously, there was no interruption in the middle. For these people, Wang Chong knew too little about the mysterious forces that dominated the whole Datang and manipulated the oldest teachers, Qi Wang, Li Linfu, the Great Prince and other top existential forces. No, the whole world knows almost nothing about them.

Wang Zhong deeply understands that this is probably his best chance to understand them.

“In heaven? ”

When he heard the last words of Confucius White, Wang shook his eyes and frowned suddenly. If Confucius White didn't say these four words, how much would Wang Chung admire him, but the world is the same? Since ancient times, how many benevolent men have ever truly achieved this? Even in another world, the accumulation of thousands of years, is just a fantasy.

Strength is no match for selfishness, ideals are always lost to the heart!

Whenever these four words are mentioned in ancient times, they are often accompanied by tremendous bloodshed and sacrifice. The words "the world is in the same company”, more often than not, become tools for some lunatics, delusionists and ambitious people to realize their own selfishness, for the sake of personal paranoia, pull the world into it and bury themselves.

Wang Chong has no objection to “the world is the same”, but the world is the same, it needs permanent constant heart, it needs hundreds of generations, constant change. Instead of the kind of aspirational goal that can be accomplished in a hurry for decades, centuries, or generations, according to one's wishes. They cannot succeed. Such people bring nothing but disaster and destruction to the world.

With the banner of great significance, it does the same thing as the Demon King.