The Human Emperor

The news was received by far more than the Confucians. At the same time, Wang Zheng was dressed in plain clothes, long black hair, and floating naturally. He stood in front of the desk with a hammer, and the whole person was not incomprehensible and elegant, but had the majesty and decency of martial arts. And in front of him, there was information from all the counties on the table.

“Nice! We've reached 50,000 in a short time! ”

Wang Chung looked at the message on the letterhead and a smile appeared in the corner of his mouth. That number was much larger than he had imagined, and the daily consumption was astonishing, even for the ancient families of the Beijing Master, who had two or three hundred years of history and amazing wealth, could not afford it at all. Normally, no single individual or force can do this.

But in the Battle of Khoroshan, Wang Chong received a total of 1.9 billion taels of gold from Emperor Mutashim III, one billion of which went to the court, one hundred million to buy the Hyderabad Mountains, 200 million for post-war pensions, including for the death of soldiers, and in return for the tribes and brothers and sisters who fought in the West.

And Wang Chong and Gao Xianzhi and others still have about 600 million taels of gold left. It is with this enormous wealth that Wang Chong can support the establishment of a huge number of strength halls around the country.

This step is not necessarily just to deal with Li Junye and Joomon. In fact, a long time ago, when the gold was first obtained, Wang Chong and Gao Xianzhi negotiated with Hu Luoshan to use the money to build strength halls around the country, teach martial arts and improve the martial arts strength of the entire people of Datang.

It was also greatly appreciated by Gao Xianzhi. It's just a good time to take advantage of this opportunity and make every effort to plan a fortification hall.

In the previous life, Wang Chong had always faced the problem of under-power and under-power in the battle against exotic invaders. Though it has a population of tens of millions, the Middle East is suitable for the battlefield, and few people can join the army at all. This is also the initial reason for Wang Chong's plan to create a fortification hall in his mind.

“Six hundred million taels of gold, while unlikely to last long, will last at least a decade, and it will be enough to survive the catastrophe. As long as the plan of the gym persists, a large number of qualified fighters can be nurtured for Da Tang. ”

Wang Zhuang dropped the letterhead and said secretly in his heart.

This is a true national soldier plan, except for Wang Chong, few people know it.

Wow, while thinking about it, another wingbreaking sound came, blinking, only a golden eagle that looked like a falcon, flied through the window and landed at Wang Chung's table. Seeing this special eagle bird, Wang Chung's eyes jumped sharply.

This is the signal that Wang Chong and Eagle agreed to, and there's finally news on Lutin's side. Two days later, a letter accompanied by a thick car of information was immediately transported from Jingzhou, far away, to the King's residence.

The identity of the book of vengeance has been established, and Lutin has reaped much more than he thought. Not only has Lutin's year-long desire to see the book of vengeance itself, but he has also accidentally received a great deal of bird information from the first man in the Middle East. Lutin's discarded the purely academic information, sent the information he found useful from Jingzhou all the way to the Beijing master, and marked it all for Wang Chong's reference.

“My lord, Dr. Lou said that he put the most important book on it, and you could probably understand the meaning of the ink mark by reading the first one. ”

Su Shixuan said in silence.

Wang Chong didn't say much, picked up the top black ancient book in the bookcase, opened his first eyes, Wang Chong immediately saw a bookmark with a red square stamp:

“The book of vengeance! ”

Wang Chong recognized the above content at a glance. Turning over the first page, a bird font immediately jumped into the curtain. Wang Chung just glanced at it and immediately knew that Luting was right. The ink print was indeed a word in the center, and it was Luting's bird, both in the same style.

Wang Chong did not speak, keep flipping back. This is an ancient book about birds in a systematic way, dating from about five or six hundred years ago, a Confucian of the Wei Jin Era, who seemed particularly interested in birds and gathered a great deal of information to become the book. In addition to various bird fonts, it discusses the origins of various fonts, as well as related legends.

Wang Chung looked at about twenty or thirty pages later, turned the label left by Lutin in the book, a special bird immediately jumped into the curtain, and immediately saw the font, Wang Chung's eyes seemed to have been stabbed with a needle, a sharp contraction.

The font in this ancient book sent by Lutin is almost exactly the same as the one in the middle of the Confucian ink imprint.

“Same!”

Wang Chung looked at the explanation left by the Wei Jin Dynasty Confucius in his hand, and the corner of his eyebrow jumped sharply. At that moment, he hid something in his heart. Since my last life, I have seen this ink mark twice. Wang Chongwei did not expect that there was actually a text in it. Looking down, the book also describes the origins of this text.

The Spring and Autumn Warring States, the nations battle each other, the land of the Divine State is full of spirits. Among them, a saint runs around to proclaim, meet the kingdoms, hoping to persuade them to renounce their own desires. Yet from thirty to seventy years old, the saint spent 40 years in the shadow of nothing. By the time he was older, the war in the Land of Shenzhou had not subsided, but had become more intense.

When the last disciple around him who had lobbied with him for the monarchs died in front of him because of the chaos of the swordmen, the last saint of the spring and autumn era finally couldn't bear to grieve, spit a sperm of blood and stain his fingers with blood, creating a new bird in the eyes of a group of young followers beside him, the word "same”.

This synonym entrusts all the ambitions and all the unwillingness in the heart of this Spring and Autumn Saint. And the last saint of the Spring and Autumn era, after writing the word, told the young followers beside him his heart's frustration and regrets, died suddenly.

Rumor has it that after the death of the saint, a young follower next to him took the last word written by the saint into the deep mountains and used that word as a blueprint to create a sect called the Confucian Gate.

Most people think of this legend as blackmail, and even in the Wei Jin era, many people see it as wild history. However, the Confucian Wei Jin argued that the first half of the legend could not be considered for the time being, but the second half of the Confucian gate was not necessarily a fabrication of the capture of the wind.

Because the Confucian of the Wei Jin Era mentioned that in later Qin Han and in various times, there were legends of Confucianism with only scaly claws.

Wu!

The speaker unintentionally, the listener had the heart, even the author of the book just regarded the bird as some kind of data collection, not too serious, but Wang Chung read the line narrative in the book, but his heart vibrated violently.

“How is this possible?! ”

One stone provoked a thousand floors of waves. In the drunken moon building, Wang Chung once heard Li Jun talk about the demise of Baisheng, but he never thought that this Confucian gate would really have any connection with the Spring and Autumn Warring States. If what this ancient book says is true, I'm afraid the Confucianism behind Li Jun's envy is thousands of years old!

This has completely surpassed Wang Chong's imagination.

A sect can actually last more than a thousand years, go through wars, famine, dynasty changes, but it continues all the way to Datang... If I hadn't seen Li Junye and the people in the Confucian Gate with my own eyes, I would have seen the ink mark on their hands. Wang Zheng can't believe it, this is all true.

Wang Chong continued to roll down, and there was not much written about Confucianism in this book. After changing the book, Wang Chung continued to roll down, most of it was repetitive content, all about the interpretation of birds. But when he turned to the third book, Wang Chong saw this familiar mark again, as well as the legend of Confucianism.

This was done by a Confucian at the beginning of the northern week, who, according to his record, had appeared at the beginning of the northern week, and a Confucian at the beginning of the northern week, who cried out, hoping that the countries of the northern week and those of the day would abandon the gap and hatred between them, eliminate the fighting, abandon their selfishness, and leave the world in peace. This man only appeared for a short time, and then disappeared.

And the thing about Confucius was also a scaly claw, and the people knew about it, and it was limited to that Confucian, and his initiative. The rest is gone.

In those days, they did not leave a deep mark.

Even the North Zhou Daju, who wrote the scripture, was just a pen, not too deep.

Wang Chung dropped three books and continued to look down. This time the ink mark appeared in the Great Juventus Empire period after the North Week.

The more Wang Chung looked at it, the more astonished he was, the spring and autumn warring nations, the Wei Jin period, the northern Zhou period, the Qianzhi period, the Holy Emperor period... If the records in the scriptures are true, this force called Confucianism has appeared in all periods of history.

“How could Zhongtu Shenzhou have such a power! ”

Wang Chung let go of his ancient heart muttering to himself, if it wasn't for a university like Luting's to ask home, I'm afraid few people would be able to see from these scriptures. At this moment, Wang Zhong suddenly understood why Luting did not explain himself, but sent himself these books.

Some things, the language is not clear. The ears and ears are false and the truth of these legends can only be clearly understood if they are seen with one's own eyes.

Besides, that's a shock!

Wang Chong never thought that in the last lifetime, those entry-level masters encountered had such a history.

“Su Shixuan, have King Song's men arrived? ”

Wang shouted.

It has been almost half a month since the last negotiation, and according to the information he had received before, progress has finally been made on King Song's side.