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Chu He sneered.

"That's not a reason."

"Even if there is Jibai, there are two strong men in my academy. Zhao Shanhe used to be a first-rank peak Confucian. Although his strength has not recovered now, he is still at the level of a first-rank Confucian. It is not a problem to hold a leftist."

"Even if Ji Bai is a second-rank Confucian, Gong Yang has already become a third-rank pinnacle Confucian. It is not a problem to hold Ji Bai back."

"Emperor Daqian didn't take action because he couldn't see the situation clearly and felt that Liangjieshan would be defeated. Even if he took action to suppress the left minister, he would die even worse in the end."

"If Zuo Xiang is the number one rebellious species in my human race, then Emperor Dagan is the second!"

Mu Tong sighed and spoke.

"Zhao Yin will inevitably be punished, but you can't be impulsive. The most critical issue now is the leftist."

Zhao Yin is just a sixth-grade talent, even if he wants to make waves, he doesn't have the ability.

Without the court and the support of the human race, a great emperor is nothing.

Chu He took a deep breath, calmed down, looked at Mu Tong with deep eyes.

And one last question.

Mu Tong looked solemn and said.

"These news are all from Prime Minister Zuo himself."

"As for his purpose of staying in the capital."

Mu Tong paused and spoke.

"Left Prime Minister wants to see you."

...

Three days later, Chu He looked at the majestic capital city in front of him, and there was only deepness in his eyes.

After that day, he spent two days recovering his literary spirit and stabilizing his literary heart.

At this time, he also used Juyuan Pill and Guyuan Pill to help Mu Tong and other great scholars recover their strength.

However, unlike him, Chu He can rely on the second Wenxin Good Fortune Pill to take pictures, or rely on the saint breath in his body to restore his strength.

But Wen Xiangmu and others can only recover slowly.

In three days, Wen Xiang had only recovered to the realm of first-rank Confucianism, and he was still far from the peak.

Mu Tong has only recovered to the realm of a second-rank Confucianist, while Longxi has only a third-rank Confucianism.

Beside the three of them, King Zhennan followed.

The King of Zhennan is a martial artist, and when the ghost emperor absorbed his literary energy, the loss was the least, so he has recovered to the peak of the second rank.

There were only four people who came to the capital.

Three days is only enough for Liangjie Mountain to count the battle damage and restore its combat power, but there are still many problems and a lot of manpower is needed to operate.

For example, the capital fell and lost the core of the capital, and the transportation of grain and grass on the two mountains was a problem.

Prime Minister Zuo was still sitting in the capital, so it was naturally impossible to expect people from the capital to take action.

Most of the counties and towns did not have cultural treasures to transmit cultural treasures, and could not receive news that the capital had fallen.

For this reason, we can only rely on a large number of third-rank powerhouses, constantly running around, notifying various counties and cities, and at the same time enlisting food and grass.

The Zhennan Army and Civilian Army also need someone to guard them, so naturally too many people can't leave.

All of a sudden, Chu He, Wen Xiang, Mu Tong, and King Zhennan were drawn out. Liangjieshan had already lost nearly enough combat power. .

The aristocratic families that the capital was originally attached to were left ministers, but they haven't completely given up.

However, four people came, which is actually enough.

Except for Long Xi, Wen Xiang has already reached the first-rank state, even if he alone blocks the left minister, it is no problem.

The strength of Zhennan Wang's second-rank peak martial artist is enough to deter the remaining royal guards in the capital.

Chu He even has a half-step sage to help, and his strength is already comparable to that of a second-rank peak Confucian, which is enough to deal with possible situations.

The four of them looked at each other, just about to climb over the city wall and enter the capital.

In the next second, the city gate slowly opened.

It was a young man in a white robe who greeted everyone with a smile on his face.

count white.

"Welcome to the capital, Ji Bai is very polite."

Ji Bai said with a smile on his face.

In the next moment, a powerful Wen Qi came down directly, pressing hard on Ji Bai.

In an instant, Ji Bai bent down involuntarily as if being pressed down by a mountain, and the smile on his face had disappeared, replaced by a face full of pain.

Chu He, who had recovered to the strength of a third-rank Confucian, could overwhelm Ji Bai, who was only a second-rank Confucian, simply relying on his literary power.

The three people who followed Chu He didn't move, they only heard Chu He speak lightly.

"Give me a reason not to kill you now."

Ji Bai let out a wry laugh, and spoke.

"As expected of the rumored Young Master Bailong, once the wind blows, his strength has already far surpassed me."

With a bang, the seriousness suddenly increased.

Ji Bai screamed, and was directly pressed to the ground by Wen Qi's coercion.

At the same time, his limbs began to tremble continuously, and severe pain began to emanate from his chest, and his internal organs had already begun to be damaged under the pressure of the majestic literary spirit.

Chu He, who was on the verge of rage, didn't spare any strength, and pressed Ji Bai with all his strength.

Ji Bai quickly opened his mouth and said.

"Left Prime Minister wants to see you, and needs me to lead the way."

"If I hadn't led the way, he wouldn't have met you!"

"Now all the officials from Wenxiang's lineage are in his hands. If you dare to kill me, everyone from Wenxiang's lineage will die!"

Chu He slowly put away the pressure of Wen Qi and looked at Wen Xiang.

This is Wen Xiang's business, and he can't let him mess around.

Wen Xiang said two words coldly.

"lead the way."

Ji Bai got up from the ground, still with a sarcastic smile on his face, he didn't seem to feel any anger because of the experience just now.

There was a smug look on his face, thinking he had grasped the lifeline of everyone, he said with a light smile.

"Please come with me."

While speaking, his eyes looked at Chu He, and a killing intent flashed in his eyes.

Chu He sneered, and a sword intent rose from his body.

With a sword intent at the level of the third rank, it stabbed straight at Ji Bai.

The sharp sword intent directly pierced Ji Bai's face.

Ji Bai just stood there, with a smug look on his face.

He felt that Chu He would not kill him.

But in the next moment, a look of panic suddenly appeared on Ji Bai's face, and a burst of literary energy rushed out of Ji Bai's body. At the same time, Ji Bai crossed his hands to protect his face.

There was a stabbing sound, and the sound of cloth being torn was heard.

Ji Bai's sleeves had been completely severed by the sharp sword intent, and deep bloodstains were left on his arms, dripping blood.

Chu He really wanted to kill him!

Ji Bai put down his hands, the smile in his eyes finally disappeared, full of viciousness, he stared at Chu He fiercely.

Chu He sneered and said lightly.

"None of the officials staying in the capital is above the fourth rank. A group of talented scholars. If you are a second-rank Confucian, I think they should understand that they are under the nine springs."

Suddenly, Ji Bai's face was filled with astonishment, watching Chu He walk by him.

Chu He really doesn't care?