Chapter 2 Chapter One

A small spring flows down from the top of the mountain, like a white ribbon lingering around the mountain, but it bursts into a waterfall on the mountainside, rushing down.The ancient trees with emerald bones are inlaid on both sides of the waterfall like skillful embellishments, where?Under the dense air, it looks like a wonderful picture?A finished ink painting. This kind of landscape is originally a paradise, but at this moment, it has added a royal nobility. Looking up at the top of the mountain, there is a platform. On the platform, a huge altar is impressively built. On the altar, a five-clawed golden dragon is depicted.Green smoke curled up, and the golden dragon seemed to be floating in the clouds.A person sat cross-legged on the altar, dressed in a star crown and feather, and was meditating.He held a whisk in his hand, with four words engraved on it: Zhenjun Feixuan.

This is the Daoist title given to him by Emperor Jiajing of the current dynasty, and the full name is "Lingxiao Shangqing Tong Lei Yuanyang Miaoyi Feixuan Zhenjun".This person has a pale golden complexion, a fat body and weak body, but he is the Emperor Jiajing. Standing next to Jiajing was a person who was also in a star crown feather suit, and it was Wu Qingfeng, the national teacher of the dynasty. The emperor is on tour, what is it?Things often require thousands of people to accompany each other, and thousands of people to accompany them.But on this mountain, there are only these two people, and there will never be a third person.

The green smoke from the agarwood curls up and weaves into the night.Jiajing has been sitting in meditation for three hours.He finally couldn't help sighing, and asked: "Master, are there really gods on this mountain?" Wu Qingfeng shook the whisk in his hand, and said solemnly: "Sure enough, there will be. Otherwise, how dare I let His Majesty come here to worship the heavens?" Jiajing: "Then, the immortal is really willing to help us?" This sentence made Wu Qingfeng silent for a moment, and then sighed leisurely: "Hundreds of millions of people will suffer catastrophe, and the Ming Dynasty is at stake. We can only sincerely worship the heavens and pray for the mercy of the immortals. That's why I want the emperor to come personally, Sleeping alone on the top of the mountain? Move the immortal with sincerity."

Jiajing snorted, but didn't believe it.He firmly believes in the way of immortals, and has been looking for immortals all the time during his decades of reign.I have seen many deceptive tricks, but the immortal has not seen any of them.Although this mountain is not bad, if it is said that immortals will appear here, he does not really believe it. What he believed was Wu Qingfeng's words - the Great Ming Dynasty was at stake. He can disbelieve anything, but he cannot but believe in this sentence. All the emperors of the Ming Dynasty were frightened by this sentence. At this moment, the moon is in the sky.

A piece of Qionghua illuminates the universe.The moonlight was like silver, shrouding Zhou Tian in a faint melancholy. Spending the moon with idle clouds, where are the immortals? Jiajing was a little impatient, his legs were sore?I couldn't help but want to stand up.Sudden,?Hearing Wu Qingfeng hiss lightly, he said: "Your Majesty, please be silent, the immortal has arrived." Jiajing hurriedly looked up, and saw a faint figure appearing on the top of Yusu Mountain. The golden moon hangs behind him like a huge disc.The man's green shirt fell facing the wind, like a god standing in the moon palace, overlooking the mortal world.He stood with his back to the foot of the mountain, staring at Cang Yu.For a moment, Jiajing seemed to have the illusion of being watched closely.His internal organs became transparent, and he was seen all over by that person.

He was surprised for a while, but also happy for a while.Could it be that the immortals really came? He couldn't help standing up, and the illusion reappeared. The figure of that person was originally far away in the sky, but at this moment, it suddenly became clear? .He turned around slowly, staring at Jiajing coldly with his eyes. Jiajing couldn't help but let out an exclamation. The man's eyes are so deep, as if they contain the entire darkness.Just staring at it makes one's heart palpitate.Jiajing's feet softened, and he couldn't help but fell to the ground. Wu Qingfeng was taken aback, and just as he opened his mouth to say something, his energy suddenly exploded, the moonlight suddenly became heavy, and the light cloud seemed to turn into a huge boulder, pressing down on him in the air.

This is by no means an illusion, because Wu Qingfeng clearly felt that his bones were rattling under the pressure. There was a flash of panic in his heart, and his pupils dilated uncontrollably. This is not a fairy at all, but a demon, a demon king who will slaughter all living things in the world! But, he didn't want to kill them,?Li Qijin only stayed on them for a while?Breathing out, he retreated suddenly.The wind was light and the moon was cold, as if nothing had happened, only the flowers falling in the mountains were driven by the murderous aura, falling like rain. However, Wu Qingfeng seemed to have been tortured for a long time, and he couldn't help but sit on the ground, gasping for breath.

In the rain of flowers all over the sky, the man flicked his sleeves lightly and sat down on a boulder on the top of the mountain.His posture is extremely casual, even somewhat idle.But in a trance, Emperor Jiajing felt that this place had turned into a golden palace, and he was a courtier waiting to worship in the court class. And he is the emperor who rules the world. Amidst the confusion of flowers and shadows, only the man said calmly: "Go down." Jiajing felt dizzy for a while, the man's voice seemed to open a gap in the top of his head, this life?Pour directly into it.He couldn't help turning around and walking down the mountain.

A crane cry resounded in the mountains.Wu Qingfeng rose into the air, spurting out a mouthful of blood. The blood gathered into a blood crane and exploded in the air.The pungent smell of blood made Jiajing suffocate, and stopped his movements.Wu Qingfeng grabbed him, his face almost turned blank. "Master!" Pavilion Master? Jiajing was surprised.Can't help but turn around and look up. In the whole world, there is only one person worthy of this title. The master of Huayin Pavilion, Zhuo Wangsun. How could he appear here?Isn't the national teacher offering sacrifices to the heavens and waiting for the immortals here?

Jiajing was full of confusion. In the golden full moon, that person walked forward slowly, with the corner of his mouth raised?An icy smile. "Yusu Mountain? No guests, please go back, both of you!" Just for a moment, Emperor Jiajing saw clearly that this person was indeed Zhuo Wangsun. He was deeply impressed by this person. Although he had only met once, it had already been deeply imprinted in his heart. Under the capital city, with three words of "the world", the king of Wuyue was completely defeated.Altan Khan's one hundred thousand army collapsed before him alone.

How could Jiajing forget the scene at that time?He couldn't help blurting out: "You, you are Zhuo Wangsun!" Zhuo Wangsun smiled slightly, but did not answer. The confusion in Emperor Jiajing's heart did not disappear in the slightest. What they are waiting for is a fairy, what is Zhuo Wangsun doing here? Why is the national teacher spitting blood at the mouth, but showing joy at the same time?Could it be that Zhuo Wangsun is the immortal they are waiting for? How is this possible? Zhuo Wangsun's smile quickly turned cold, and the whole mountain became cold.Jiajing began to retreat step by step. Suddenly, there was another cry of Qinghe, and the light of blood reappeared. Wu Qingfeng took a step slowly, the blood on his front was thicker, but his face was even paler. Zhuo Wangsun said indifferently: "You should know that if you use the Voice of Yuanming again, you will die." Wu Qingfeng said word by word: "I only ask the pavilion master to look at one thing. As long as the pavilion master takes a look, even if I die here, I will never have the slightest regret." Against the backdrop of blood and paleness?The determination on his face, even Zhuo Wangsun?Can't help feeling a little moved. "it is good." Wu Qingfeng let out a tense breath, and then he relaxed.He staggered and could barely stand.He staggered and walked to the side of the altar. There, there is a small sedan chair.The curtains on the sedan chair were tightly closed, not even a breath of wind could pass through.It seems that the sedan chair is another isolated world.Looking at the sedan chair, a smile rose from the corner of Wu Qingfeng's mouth.It seemed that he had already expected that the things in the sedan chair would definitely impress Zhuo Wangsun. He slowly climbed onto the sedan chair with his hand, and pulled open the sedan chair curtain suddenly. Du, there was a soft sound, it was the sound of bow shoes knocking on the bottom of the sedan chair.A snow-white sleeve protruded from the sedan chair and was supported on the sedan chair pole. Then, there was a crow's head with shallow cage shoes, and the skirt corner held up by the bow shoes?The skirt and shoes were all white, and slowly, a petite figure leaned out. Zhuo Wangsun couldn't help exclaiming. With a flash of a figure, Wu Qingfeng was lifted up in the air.He lowered his head in amazement, and was deeply attracted by Zhuo Wangsun's eyes. It was pitch-black pupils without any emotion, and any gaze would be deeply trapped in them, as if even hope could not arise.That pupil of destruction seemed to be the eyes of ancient gods and demons. Although it was calm and calm, it was full of cruelty of killing. With just one glance, Wu Qingfeng's heart began to tremble.He could hardly help shouting, but his dignity as a national teacher made him bite his lip desperately.Blood overflowed from his mouth, and he could feel his whole body trembling, unable to stop? Zhuo Wangsun's power wrapped around him like a giant dragon in the sky, slowly penetrated into his skin, bound his muscles and bones, impregnated his soul, and imprisoned his reincarnation.He was like a prisoner tied to the stake, smelling the burning smell of his own flesh. The darkness in those eyes seemed to be spinning and devouring Wu Qingfeng's last trace of reason.He doesn't know when his fear will explode and he will cry like a child, begging Zhuo Wangsun to let him go and spare him. Word by word, Zhuo Wangsun asked: "Who is she?" Wu Qingfeng felt that every word was like a dagger piercing his heart.He couldn't help shouting wildly: "Her name is Man'er, she is not Xiaoluan! She is not Xiaoluan!" Zhuo Wangsun suddenly let go. Wu Qing fell to the ground, panting heavily.He felt like he had escaped death.Zhuo Wangsun's eyes were fixed on Man'er. There was no darkness in his pupils, and they returned to ordinary pupils. What he saw was Xiao Luan. Before, he never thought that there would be two people who looked so much alike in the world.Man'er standing timidly in front of him was almost exactly the same as the Xiaoluan he saw six years ago.Even the look of looking up at him is so similar.Like a painting copied by a master. Those faint eyes contained a hint of sadness, as well as a childishness that hadn't touched the world.A weak soul, a weak body, skin as white as transparent. Her features, even Zhuo Wangsun, looked exactly like Xiao Luan. ?The similarity is her demeanor.see her?Zhuo Wangsun couldn't help being in a trance. It was as if Xiaoluan was holding a flower and standing in front of him again. He, as if he had never lost her, was just the morning dew that blinded his eyes and made him unable to see her. He could hardly bear the desire to take a step forward and hold her in his arms. All his loss will be filled.All pain will no longer last forever. He could hardly resist taking the step. Under the moonlight, she was like an elf in the night moon, waiting for a guardian hug. Wu Qingfeng stared at Zhuo Wangsun.Every expression of Zhuo Wangsun fell into his eyes.Slowly, he revealed a smile. The fierce tiger has gradually entered his cage.No matter how dangerous the tiger is, as long as?If you get the right bait, you will be able to surrender.There's nothing more satisfying than taming a fierce tiger. He forgot the pain in his body, and stood up full of joy: "The population of the Ming Dynasty is about 70 million, and there are about 1.2 million girls aged 16. Within three months, officials from all over the country selected 3,000 girls according to the map. Six hundred and seventy-two similar people were sent to the capital, and ten people who met Xiaoluan were selected, and then I personally selected, and the final result was Man'er. This plan was originally formulated by King Wuyue for Assassinate the pavilion master. But I will discuss with the emperor, the pavilion master is a heavenly man, how can a woman hurt it? I heard that the pavilion master lost his love, so it is better to send Man'er to the pavilion master, to comfort the loneliness." As he spoke, the smile on his face grew wider. Can it be in full?Choose a person who looks so similar in the range?People seem simple, but the difficulties contained in them are probably beyond the imagination of people.If it weren't for commanding the world with the dignity of an emperor, and mobilizing thousands of people, it would be impossible to complete such a huge project. It's no wonder that Wu Qingfeng felt complacent.When Bu Xiaoluan passed away, Zhuo Wangsun felt pain in his heart, and everyone in the world knew it.At this time, a man who was almost exactly the same came in front of him.Wu Qingfeng believed that Zhuo Wangsun would never refuse. Who would say no? He firmly believed that Zhuo Wangsun would definitely agree to his conditions. Man'er's transparent face was hidden in the moonlight.In Yuexia's eyes, she was almost Xiaoluan.There are no more similar two people in the world, just as there is no other heart that is equally hurt. The moonlight also shines?Zhuo Wangsun's face.This face seemed to suddenly become an ordinary person, no longer so cold, no longer so superior.He has the seven emotions and six desires, all engraved on his face, constantly changing. That was the feeling that only Xiaoluan could bring him. To him, she has surpassed the meaning of all women to men.Wife, sister, daughter, lover; admiration, attachment, love, arrogance are not enough to describe.She is the only vacancy in his heart, the god on the cold stone seat, the tear shed when overlooking the world, the only softness hidden in his divinity, the only remaining tenderness in the destruction and cruel fate.Give him pain, but can't give up.If he loses her, his heart will be icy cold, and he will gradually drift away from this world. He cannot live without her.She looks like?A mirror, reflecting his emotions and desires? Man'er also seemed to feel his mood, showing a smile, and walked towards him.Although it was only a short glance, she seemed to have realized that he was her end.Only by his side can her life be meaningful. Her life must be ignited by him. It was as if six years ago, when Xiaoluan saw him for the first time and handed the flowers into his hands, he felt a ray of warmth. Man'er's hand also stretched out towards him, like a ray of light in a trance. Suddenly, with a coquettish scream, her body suddenly fell down, and she was tired on the ground.She is like a flower that has been devastated, and there is no room for surprises. This scene is exactly the same as it was six years ago.Zhuo Wangsun's mouth showed a hint of pain. The picture scroll of life is so cruel, it opens up the overturned chapters again, and shows the mottled bloodstains from the beginning.The movement that had already ended, regardless of the sorrow of the listener, played the prelude again amidst the sighs of lamentation, and the sound hit the unhealed wound, making the heart so painful. Wu Qingfeng said leisurely: "Good fortune is always so miraculous. When we found Man'er, we found that she also had a strange disease. As long as she didn't take this medicine for a day, she would die immediately. This medicine has a strange prescription. It is made of strange magic, and only the royal family can supply it. Or, there is also the Huayin Pavilion." As he spoke, he took out a small glass bottle and handed it to Zhuo Wangsun. The moonlight illuminates Man'er's pain so clearly. As long as he takes the glass bottle and gives her the pill, he will save another Xiaoluan. An equally weak, transparent, immature, and sad little Luan. Just like six years ago. His pain, his emptiness, his coldness, will also be gone.What he is nostalgic for, what he relies on, what he guards, what he looks forward to, will all be fulfilled.No more regrets.He will be with her, and nothing and nothing will ever separate them. There was a slight wave on Zhuo Wangsun's body. The moonlight illuminates Man'er's face into misty pain, so close, yet so far away.Within reach, but never possible to have.What is lost, will it be gained again? Can I hold him in my arms again, melt into my life, become the only reliance, and look at him with glazed eyes? Will he still have nothing to ask for, just be simply attached to her, purely happy, purely sad? Yes, as long as he takes this glass bottle and gives it to her, he will have it all again. Yes, he didn't have to doubt, the only thing he had to do was to thank God for giving him another chance. Zhuo Wangsun took the glass bottle and sighed softly. "No. Xiaoluan is dead." Man'er suddenly suffocated in pain.She looked at Zhuo Wangsun in horror.She could feel his heart, she couldn't believe that he refused to save her! And who would not? The expression on Zhuo Wangsun's face gradually became frozen.His emotions and desires are like the dead girl, put into a coffin, nailed with long nails, and buried deep in the dark abyss. From then on, only the green lamp and the lone cypress accompany her, and there will be no more life. Man'er's pain made her unable to speak, she struggled, supported her body from the ground, and crawled towards Zhuo Wangsun.She wanted to get closer to him so that he could see the face clearly.She knew that this face belonged to his favorite woman, and he couldn't refuse this face, especially when she was in pain.She only hated that the moonlight was so hazy that she couldn't describe her pain in detail. However, she only felt disappointed.When she finally grabbed Zhuo Wangsun's clothes, she saw his eyes clearly. It was a pair of quiet eyes, dark and deep.When those eyes looked at her, it seemed that they only saw a flower that was about to fall, a leaf that was about to drift away, and a clump of snow that was about to melt. The softness that was shining in his eyes just now has been put into the coffin and buried deeply.Just like Xiaoluan, just like her in the future.No matter how much she cried, she could only watch the darkness engulf everything. She did not give up and still wanted to make one last attempt. He is her end.She wants to be attached to him, be protected by him, and be loved by him.She can't die like this. She exhausted all her strength and let out a breath: "Brother..." Zhuo Wangsun's eyes suddenly trembled. That call was so familiar, so kind, that one couldn't help but be moved.That was Xiaoluan's murmur to him, and it was the only cleanliness that could be possessed in the dirt of samsara. Zhuo Wangsun couldn't help stretching out his hand to help her. But this one call exhausted Man'er's life.Before his hand touched her, the brilliance of her life faded away, turning into a bunch of pale pictures. There was a smile on the corner of her mouth. She tried, and succeeded. Although it was only for a moment, she had touched his heart and left her mark there. She was right.He is her end. Zhuo Wangsun's hands froze in mid-air.It seemed that after a thousand years, ten thousand years, Man'er's body just fell down.On the cold ground, it turned into a pile of dust.He watched her die with his own eyes, as if watching Xiaoluan die again in front of him. The pain he had experienced was once again staged in front of his eyes and in his heart. so hideous. But no longer doubts.Six years ago, he made a mistake the first time, and he will never make a second mistake. Slowly, Zhuo Wangsun withdrew his hand. Man'er lay quietly on the ground, the smile on the corner of her mouth made her look like she was asleep, and no pain could hurt her anymore. Zhuo Wangsun turned around slowly.The sky is full of moonlight, and his green shirt is as bright as a stone.He raised his head slightly and looked at the moonlight, as if he was being washed by this light. Slowly, he walked to the boulder and sat down. It's like sitting on a cold throne. Wu Qingfeng and Jiajing retreated step by step, their eyes filled with horror. No matter what, they never expected that Zhuo Wangsun was really desperate.Everything he has done for Xiaoluan has been widely rumored in the world.They never imagined that Zhuo Wangsun would let another Xiao Luan die in front of them. Even if they knew it was fake, no one could be so cruel. Is there nothing in this world that can touch his heart? They retreated step by step, feeling the breath of death surrounding them coldly.Wu Qingfeng suddenly regretted, why did he come up with such a clumsy plan to come to Yusu Mountain to worship the sky! He gently opened his hand, and a peach blossom was disturbed by the mountain wind, and fell into his palm.Zhuo Wangsun stared at the flower and remained silent for a long time. Wu Qingfeng and Jiajing retreated step by step. The coldness emanating from Zhuo Wangsun made them feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.This person's heart is already unpredictable, and their lives are like the fallen flowers in his hands, at stake. Suddenly, Zhuo Wangsun smiled and clasped his palms together, making the falling flower turn into a little red tear in his hand. The coldness disintegrated in an instant. "The honor of the emperor, a rare gift. I don't know what you two are asking for?" Wu Qingfeng was ecstatic in his heart, as if he saw the hope of success again. "Pavilion Master, please take a look." He hurried to the altar, and saw three large characters written on the forehead of the altar: "Yushufang". He said loudly: "This time offering sacrifices to the heavens, a hundred thousand people were used to move the entire Imperial Study Room from the inner part of the capital and turn it into this altar. It's just for the pavilion master to see something." He walked under the cards and raised his hand. The lintel of the imperial study room was also carved out of a whole plant of red sandalwood, with two lines written on it in Qingling's script. "Foreigners will perish, and the disaster will be in Liaodong." The handwriting is written in a yellow sarong, which shows that the royal family attaches great importance to these two lines of characters.The handwriting is already very faint, and it is almost impossible to see clearly in the night.Wu Qingfeng carefully removed the yellow gauze, and wiped off the dust on the handwriting inch by inch with his fingers. Zhuo Wangsun frowned, Wu Qingfeng spent a lot of time, even risking his life, just to make himself read these two lines? Wu Qingfeng said: "The founding of the Ming Dynasty has countless heroes, but one person has the most credit, that is Mr. Qingtian Liu Bowen. Taizu Longxing can be said to have the greatest help from Mr. Qingtian. It is said that Mr. Qingtian has the ability to be unpredictable, but it is a pity After assisting Taizu to win the country, he hung up the crown and left, never to know where he ended up." He sighed, and said: "People in the world say that Mr. has become a fairy and passed away, but I know that Mr. Qingtian and the owner of the Huayin Pavilion were good friends, and they probably hid in the Huayin Pavilion. Mr. Qingtian is extremely Good at Qimen Dunjia, presumably after entering the pavilion, he will definitely make some changes to the four-day holy formation in the pavilion. It is very likely that the formation diagram of this formation has been redrawn by Mr., so the power is so great. His handwriting is very familiar, and one can tell at a glance whether it is Mr.'s own handwriting." Zhuo Wangsun said: "That's right. Mr. Qingtian entered the Huayin Pavilion." He didn't answer Wu Qingfeng's question, but since he didn't deny it, he acknowledged that it was Mr. Qingtian's handwriting.Who else can write inscriptions in the Imperial Study Room? Wu Qingfeng said: "Before Mr. Qingtian hung the crown, he couldn't bear the collapse of the Daming country that he assisted with one hand, so he spied on the secrets and left these eight characters. It is said that it is related to Daming's aura. The emperors of all dynasties valued it very much. My biggest Ming Dynasty The enemy is the Tatars in the north, they are foreign peoples, and the main place is not far from Liaodong. Therefore, Emperor Yongle has used troops against the Tatars all his life, and his greatest ambition is to eliminate the Tatars. Fortunately, I am a Ming Dynasty, and finally achieved results in this dynasty. My Dahan has come to surrender, and Da Ming no longer has to worry about the northern clan." Zhuo Wangsun said indifferently: "If so, wouldn't it be very good?" Wu Qingfeng sighed deeply, and said, "It's a pity that one wave is flattened, and another wave rises again." With that said, he walked to the sacrificial table.On the sacrificial table, apart from the offerings, there were piles of memorials.He took the top one and said, "Pavilion Master, please read it." When the memorial was opened, there was a line of large characters circled with a red brush on the first line: "Korea feudal lord urgently asks suzerain Daming to send troops to help. The Japanese army raided Koryo and captured Pyongyang. It is urgent." Seeing Zhuo Wangsun's silence, Wu Qingfeng said: "It is said in the memorial that the Kingdom of the Rising Sun gathered an army of 100,000 troops and invaded Koryo. In less than half a month, they fought from Busan to Pyongyang. The Koryo army was almost vulnerable and the whole country fell. In an instant." As he spoke, he took a map and slid his fingers across the Goryeo part.The wrinkles on his face were deeply piled up: "I'm afraid that the Japanese army's wolf ambitions are not plotting against Goryeo, but our great Ming Dynasty. Their purpose is to capture Goryeo as a springboard, go north to Liaodong, and go south Occupy the Central Plains." "My Ming Dynasty has experienced wars, especially the rebellion of King Wuyue, and almost all of its armaments were disintegrated. The Kingdom of the Rising Sun has just passed the Warring States Period, with excellent military equipment and rich combat experience. My Ming Dynasty is weak and weak, and it is difficult to resist its aggression. Or, this is What is the meaning of these eight words Mr. Qingtian." "Foreigners will perish, and the calamity lies in Liaodong. The land of the sunrise is exactly Liaodong!" Zhuo Wangsun said indifferently: "So, if the national teacher does not go to capture the king, what is the purpose of coming here to sacrifice to the sky?" Wu Qingfeng said: "There is only one person who can save the world! That is Zhuo Wangsun, the master of Huayin Pavilion!" His head was raised suddenly, and his eyes stared at Zhuo Wangsun with anxious desire: "In the battle of the Japanese pirates in the East China Sea, others thought that Leader Yang led the warriors from the Central Plains to victory. It is fundamentally important to attract the attention of the giant pirates. I am afraid that Leader Yang will never win so easily. It is because of the Pavilion Master that Nether Island will sink and completely capture the Japanese pirates' lair. It can be said that this victory is due to the Pavilion Master. The biggest. Although leader Yang has also made great contributions, he is nothing compared to the pavilion owner. Besides, Huayin Pavilion has been operated for thousands of years, and only the pavilion owner knows how powerful the pavilion is. If the master of the pavilion is willing to devote all his strength to fight against the kingdom of the rising sun and go to Korea, he will surely win the war of Korea. To protect the safety of the Daming community and the people of the Li people. I would like to ask the master of the pavilion to come out of the mountain and calm down the land of Goryeo due to the great disaster of the world. chaos." As he spoke, he bowed deeply. Zhuo Wangsun stared at him, his eyes slowly swept across Jiajing, the altar, and even Man'er who was slumped on the ground.His eyes were calm, as if what he saw was just a picture of ants woven by all living beings.Slowly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Okay. I promise you." Wu Qingfeng's body shook. He didn't expect Zhuo Wangsun to agree. All the people in the world live, and if they die, they will die.He never thought that Zhuo Wangsun would agree so easily. What exactly made him make such a decision? Wu Qingfeng thought hard.What exactly does he want? "But I have three conditions." Wu Qingfeng frowned.Zhuo Wangsun's request will never be so easy to satisfy.But he immediately felt relieved.Since there are conditions, it proves that what Zhuo Wangsun said was definitely not a joke. He saluted and said, "Pavilion Master, please speak." "The first condition is absolute power. From the beginning of the war to the end, all soldiers who go to the court must completely obey my orders. The whole army moves forward and retreats, and I am the only one to command, and no one can defy it. Your Majesty, down to the civil and military officials, there must be no interference in the slightest." Wu Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief.This condition is well satisfied.Since ancient times, the generals have not accepted the orders of foreign emperors. Since Zhuo Wangsun is going to go out, of course he must order the three armies.He bowed and said: "I ask the emperor to give Shangfang the sword and the tiger talisman to command the flag. All people in the world will obey." Zhuo Wangsun nodded. "The second condition is that I want League Leader Yang to be the Grand Marshal of the Army and Horses, command the heroes of the righteous martial arts, and follow me to go to Korea. During this period, he must absolutely listen to my restraint." Wu Qingfeng was startled.He didn't expect Zhuo Wangsun to make such a request.Zhengdao and Huayinge are almost incompatible with each other.It is almost impossible for righteous heroes to be led by Huayinge.He frowned deeply, pondered for a long time, and finally said: "Poverty Taoist will do his best to persuade Leader Yang." Zhuo Wangsun smiled faintly: "No need. I will go to him personally." At that time, Goryeo will be his battlefield. Not his war with that Hirao Hideyoshi, but his war with his lifelong enemy.He and him will compete for the same result in this field. Did he win, or did he win? Only then will this war make sense. Slowly, he said another sentence: "Third, I want the world to be pure." Wu Qingfeng was taken aback. The world is plain?for whom? A trace of grief flashed in Zhuo Wangsun's frosty eyes. Wu Qingfeng suddenly understood.The whole world is plain, for the sake of that man who looks so much like her.That was the only pain in Zhuo Wangsun's heart.Perhaps, it was this pain that moved him to agree to this war. On that day, he owed her a funeral.So he wanted thousands of sentient beings to weep together, mourning for one person's death; he wanted the vast world to turn into white, and be buried with one person's pain. This is what he really wants to exchange. As strong as Zhuo Wangsun, he can't let the world know his pain.Only the majesty of the emperor can do that. It is also the emperor's only bargaining chip in the balance. But Daming attaches great importance to etiquette, especially the civil servants of the dynasty, all of them would rather bend than bend.The world is in vain, and orders to the world can only be issued when the most important royal family members pass away.Otherwise, the officials of the current court will die and remonstrate, and they would rather die than let such a chaotic order go on. Zhuo Wangsun stared at him and said coldly: "The world I'm talking about is the whole world." All over the world?Wu Qingfeng's heart sank even more.That's not just Ming Dynasty, but also Mongolia, Goryeo, and the Land of the Rising Sun.Goryeo is a vassal state, and it has always obeyed the will of the Ming Dynasty, so there is no need to think about it.However, Mongolia is a country of kinship, and the country of the rising sun is an enemy country. It is almost impossible to make these two countries untouched, even if the emperor dies, it may not be possible. But obviously, if he does not agree, Zhuo Wangsun will never send troops to Korea. Wu Qingfeng weighed and considered in his heart.Suddenly, he thought of a person. Although this person's status may not be as respected as an emperor, but by accident, he became the hub where many karmas converged.If there is the right time and proper arrangements, the death of this person may indeed cause the death of four countries at the same time. In an instant, Wu Qingfeng made an almost cruel decision in his heart.This decision made his white-haired and childlike face pale - it was a persistence he could not give up.However, giving up it is the only possibility to make the world pure, and there is no other way. On the one hand, it is the misery of the common people in the world, and on the other hand, it is the sacrifice of one person. Who should I choose? Perhaps, he didn't have to hesitate at all. With difficulty, he cupped his fists and said to Zhuo Wangsun, "Pavilion Master, I promise you." After finishing a sentence, his voice became very old.He suddenly thought, even if this choice can save the common people in the world, what's the point? Doesn't the world exist for the people you want to protect? What is the meaning of the world after sacrificing this person? Wu Qingfeng couldn't help coughing. Zhuo Wangsun watched him.At this time, what he saw was not an authoritative and prominent national teacher, but just a dying old man.But it was the haggardness and pain of this old man that ensured these conditions. He smiled lightly: "I hope so." He raised the wine glass on the sacrificial table, and the wine in the glass and the moonlight reflected each other, like a rippling sea in the night. How many people's blood is floating on it.