The Human Emperor

Wang Zhong looked tranced, but soon returned to his mind, unfolded his ways, and did not return in the direction of Wang's mansion.

Behind him, the guard of the government of Oguo, headed by the head, and the other two warriors of the Extreme Martial Army also broke away from Wang and quickly went in a different direction, disappearing into the dark.

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Leaving the edge of the woods in the south of the city, a night breeze swept in, and Wang became cold and suddenly sobered up a lot. The sky revealed a round of moon sometime, surrounded by a dark silence, watching this quiet Beijing Master Wang clash suddenly had a feeling in dreams.

Think back carefully, everything is so unreal, Wang Chung can't believe that he really met the old seniors, looked down, and didn't see any evidence to prove that he had seen them, making people feel more like they were dreaming.

But he pulled out the golden-skinned invitation from his arms and looked at the golden mark at the end of the body of the invitation. Wang Chong knew that this time was not his own illusion. Moreover, in Wang Chong's memory, it was only more than a hundred years ago that the Geshiwu General of the Taizong Era, Cheng Zhijie, could be linked to this golden mark.

Pressing his heart, Wang Chung immediately went in the direction of Wang's mansion.

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Time switched to the past, since the underground passage had seen the three previous generations carry their own predecessors, Wang's heart paused a lot. As several seniors have said, since this is not what you are looking for, what can you care about? Even if it's denigrated by the rest of the world, what does it matter?

Without mentioning Wang Chong's movements in the province, in the Beijing Master, after Zhu Zi, coupled with the propulsion of hearts and minds, the defamation of Wang Chong became more and more intense, in the tea festival of the liquor building, more and more Mr. Shu promoted the Confucian education in it, and at the same time rejected Wang Chong's power as truth. Later, the criticism of Wang Chong has even become windy, becoming a trend in the Beijing master.

But the opposite is absolutely true, when everyone calls Wang Zheng a useless man and an ambitious conspirator, others look at these hearts and think differently.

“Now we all know that Datang has so many wars because the warlords are ambitious, to satisfy their own personal desires and constantly wage battle, these people are really the shame of our Datang... and this is especially dominated by the exotic king! ”

In a tavern of Jingshi, a man in a book dressed in a green robe said to dance with his hands and feet.

“Okay!”

Under the stands, the crowd was dense and numb, and they heard resonance, and one by one, they praised and applauded.

“This is not right! A country should allow different voices, exotic kings, maybe private recruiters, maybe private armouries, but he's right! Da Tang should not face down on disarmament and place hope in peace talks with all parties! ”

No one in the dense crowd noticed a five-sized man, but frowned slightly.

At first, he was also infected by the madness around him, but gradually another voice appeared deep in his heart.

“Strength is truth”, "Jungle rule”, “weak flesh and strong” … the thought read in the book constantly came to mind, not disappeared from his mind even at the time of the most intense denunciation of Wang Zheng, but deepened.

“This is all wrong...”

The man muttered to himself in his heart and looked at the crazy crowd in front of him. His eyes flashed a complicated glimmer, and finally turned his head and separated the crowd from the tavern.

And there's far more than one person with the same idea.

Jinwu Tower in the west of the city, a Mr. Book is shaking, drunk walking over, this Jinwu Tower, he is the main speaker, every time the Book is full of guests, one vote is difficult, especially the recent battle of the Confucianism, all the Book Mr. earned almost full.

“Master, it's open. It's open! Tell them today's show is ready to talk! ”

Mr. Book in a robe is drunk and ready to start his own book show, as usual. Although it's good wine, when he says books, he never thinks too much, which is why he's so popular in the west of town.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, we're closed today, we're not talking about books. ”

This time, however, before waiting for him to pass, there was a small page inside the Jinwu building, and several arrows walked up early to block him.

“What, are you kidding me? You're talking nonsense here. You know what happens when I tell you who's in charge? ”

Zhang Bridge, dressed in a robe, burped, scolding and pushing, continued to break in.

“Mr. Zhang, you really can't go in there! “

I didn't expect that the paperman would be around for a lifetime, blocking his way again.

“Besides, that's what the master means! ”

“What!”

Zhang Qiao shook and suddenly stopped, watching the page in front of him sober.

“Impossible! This is never going to happen, you know, I don't talk about books a day, how much business you have to lose a day! “ ”

Zhang Qiao has a strong voice. He thought the other party would give in somewhat, but the end result was quite different from what he had imagined.

“Oh, the master cabinet said, he can afford this loss, Mr. Zhang, you should go somewhere else! ”

The page said, bowing for a while, saying, reaching out to Zhang Qiao to go away.

“Okay! Remember, don't regret it! ”

Zhang Qiao finally reacted, staring and shouting inside Jinwu building. Then he threw his big sleeve and left angrily.

Until the man who said the book left, a figure came out of the darkness inside the Jinwu building.

“Master, Mr. Zhang said that the book is famous throughout the King's master. Isn't it nice that we kicked him out like this? I'm afraid the tavern is going to lose a lot of guests! ”

The paperman walked to the master cabinet of Jinwu Building and suddenly said, deeply worried in his eyes.

“Let him go! ”

The main cabinet of the tavern stood in front of the door, but his eyes were unusually firm:

“Now the voice of the King of the Gentiles is getting louder and fiercer. I don't know if the King of the Gentiles is right, but I know that he did save the southwest and the whole of Ansi and Xixi. Such a man should not be so insulted, and he does not have to be wrong! ”

The last sentence was not said. During this period of time, the voice of peace and anti-war in the Beijing Division became more intense. In this general environment, no one has just made other voices, but deep in his heart he knows that some of the words about the exotic king are not true.

A man who thinks silently for a long time that he has finally made the decision that someone has to make a real voice in the whole country, and maybe doing so will cost him a lot of business, but if he doesn't, he will always sleep and eat, at least deep down inside, which is his real idea.

Time switches past, like a big dream suddenly awakens.

As countless people invest in this campaign against war, another tide of thought is slowly awakening.

Although no one can resist the influence of Zhu and no one can confront this trendy trend, more and more people are reflecting and expressing their support for Wang Chong in their own way, which is also the reflection of this empire.

In the capital city, stop talking books, prohibit those Mr. Talking Books from entering far more than just that tavern, and when everyone is raving and going crazy, more than one person turns around and leaves in a fierce scream.

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“Zhu Zi is not necessarily right, we should make our own voice! ”

In the bamboo forest, several Confucians are gathering together, one of them suddenly said.

If it gets out, I'm afraid it's going to cause a big wave immediately.

The status of Zhu Zi is difficult or even supreme for anyone. Now the second voice is no longer heard in the classroom, and no student dares to argue with the teacher, but everyone knows that even saints make mistakes, let alone Zhu Zi.

In Sino-Turkish Shenzhou, the tradition of the coexistence of culture and martial arts has existed for thousands of years. There must be a reason why this system has existed for so long, but Confucian families are no longer pursuing Confucian concepts, but trying to uproot soldiers from their roots. If Yiddish was benevolent and committed, the whole world would have been too peaceful, and how could it have waited so far?

“What is the matter with the exotic king, and I am sure that everyone understands that if he is truly in a bad mood, the Holy King will allow him. A man who has done great things for his country should not be so insulted. That is justice! ”

Another Confucian sat on the ground.

“It's not just that, you've all seen power as truth, and it's right, it makes sense, and it should be understood by everyone. Now everyone is in a state of irrationality, sooner or later something is going to happen! ”

The third Confucian also said, as he spoke, glancing at the "power is truth" piled up in front of him.

The more the truth is proven, there is no moderation in relations between States. The logic in the book of the exotic kings has long been tested countless times in the past.

It's because after reading it, they're right, and they see blood in a needle, that they come together, because they share a common view.

“Something has to be done, it can't go on like this! ”

Several people looked at each other in the bamboo forest and nodded heavily. Several responded quickly, while others responded faster.

Just a few days later, several unsigned books were quickly published in the Beijing division, and appeared in the alley, "On power as truth correctness", "Jungle law", "Relations between nations", all of which read Wang Chong's books, "Power as truth", "Theory of war", and supported him in their own way.

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“We want peace, not war! ”

“Defeat the Exotic King! Down with the Great Demon King! ”

“Human disrespect is nothing like an animal! Power is truth is nonsense! ”

“Disarmament! We don't want an army! ”

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On the busiest Green Dragon Street in Beijing City, the demonstrators waved and waved, stretching from one end of Green Dragon Street to another, even to Peacock Street and other streets, and couldn't see the end.