Red Heart Survey

The empty Dragon Palace hall was once full of guests.

The past exchange of drinks seems to be still in my ears. As soon as the cup clinks, only the broken dream is now.

Jiang Wang has been gone for a long time.

Fu Yunqin is still standing here.

The storage utensils piled densely on his body made him look like a rich man with gold piled all over his body. Very pure vulgarity.

Somewhat ridiculous. He just lowered his eyes.

Extraordinary, and then otherworldly. The extraordinary should have everything. But he is vulgar and owns nothing.

Nowadays, Mohist storage boxes are the mainstream storage box. The material is cheaper, the production method is simpler, and the cost is lower, so it is more popular. But when it comes to quality, the mass-produced Mohist storage boxes cannot be compared with these storage utensils passed down from the Dragon Palace. They are much more exquisite and precious, and their storage capacity is not the same. Each one is a master's work, and each one has its own unique style.

Fu Yunqin covered himself with these things to offer Jiang Wang a huge amount of wealth.

His wealth and life can also be driven by Jiang Wang.

Otherwise, I don’t know how to express my gratitude to Jiang Wang.

I don’t know what you want, but I give you everything I have.

But Jiang Wang refused to handle the wealth and even ceded the responsibility of supervising the construction of Taixu Corner Tower. In other words, he originally fought for this responsibility for Fu Yunqin. Responsibilities are rights -

Water affairs in the long river are handled by the aquatic people themselves.

Douzhao and the others certainly have good intentions, and they are indeed in charge of those places.

But when the Taixu Illusionary Realm is fully opened to the Shui Tribe, there should always be a Taixu Corner Tower built by the Shui Tribe itself. The meaning of this is different.

Zhenhe Zhenjun's stance at the flood control conference has been accurately implemented to this day.

Fu Yunqin stood alone in the center of the hall, looking down at the long axis held in his hands——

To put it bluntly, the handwriting is not very good. At first glance, it can be seen that the foundation was not laid well when he was a child, and he lacked the guidance of famous teachers. Although he worked hard when he grew up, it was difficult to correct his childhood mistakes.

But the muscles and bones are clear, the mind is complete, the strength can penetrate the back of the paper, and it has a world-shaking edge.

The momentum here cannot be restrained by one stroke at all.

It cannot be said that this is not a good calligraphy.

The cottage outside the Dragon Palace took no effort at all, and was built in a flash of thought.

However, Fu Yunqin thought about where to hang this painting for a long time. Afraid of not being dignified enough, afraid of not showing respect, afraid of not being able to achieve it.

Finally it was hung in the nave.

He also named the cottage and engraved it on a plaque. What Long Wen did, the Taoist rhyme was perfected by nature, he said -

【Not living together】.

The only survivor of the Dragon Palace, he lives here in different places, guarding the soul of the Dragon Lord, and looking after the human world for the Dragon Lord.

Since then, year after year has passed.

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"I'm just lazy, I'm not as good as you think. Mr. Fu will always do something to carry out Lord Long's legacy. If I interfere too much in the Shui Tribe's affairs, it will be unsightly——"

In the small courtyard of Jiangzhai in Yuncheng, the sky was full of stars. Several people gathered around the stove, drinking wine and cooking meat.

Leisure time, which was rare in the past, is now common, occurring three or two times a decade.

Jiang Wang held a cup in his hand, and the wine in the cup reflected the moon. He didn't say anything like "I'm afraid it will be a taboo for all countries". He turned around and asked, "Hey, why don't you see Pavilion Master Ye? He is usually very diligent in drinking."

Strictly speaking, it was an occasion for Jiang Wang and Ye Qingyu to get along, and Ye Xiaohua came diligently.

Ever since Jiang Wang stayed in this house, practicing every day and accompanying him in his spare time, Ye Xiaohua didn't come too much - Jiang Wang was still a little unaccustomed to it.

Don't you give the old man a chance to learn from each other?

Ye Qingyu glanced at him: "You want to see my father so much, but you don't want to visit me in the pavilion?"

Jiang Wang was running around all over the world and was so busy that he didn't care about the beginning and the end and didn't talk about it. Now that he came to Yuncheng, he thought he would be closer to his father. Unexpectedly, the two of them occupied one end, which seemed like a king without seeing the king.

How about leaving it here to fight?

Stupid Hui was happily chewing on a chicken leg when he suddenly stopped and raised his ears alertly. After a while, there was really no movement, and then it dropped down. He leaned closer to Jiang Zhenjun's feet and continued eating meat.

"Hahaha, when the old man is not busy -" Jiang Wang laughed and blurred the topic.

When his feet were off the ground, everyone seemed idle. When he finally reached the top and perfected the Dharmakaya, he finally had some free time, and everyone got busy. Not to mention Ye Lingxiao, who is busy with who knows what, and Ye Qingyu, who is busy with business, Jiang Anan doesn't play with her brother much. She now has her own circle of friends and a heroine life, and is far less clingy than she was when she was a child.

Jiang Anan and Song Qingzhi were already tipsy, their cheeks flushed.

The improvement of the Shui Tribe's status and the establishment of the Shui Tribe's rights made Song Qingzhi, who had grown up a lot, very happy. She can especially understand the significance of Taixu Illusion being open to the water tribe.

Jiang Anan was simply happy for her good friend.

"Brother, can Qingzhi attend the next Yellow River Meeting?" Jiang Anan asked, smelling of wine.

Jiang Wang looked at Song Qingzhi.

She lowered her head in embarrassment.

This is the referee for the next Yellow River Conference! Although he is An An's biological brother and he is a very nice person... but do you think it is a fantasy for a water tribe to have the illusion of being on stage?

"Of course." Jiang Wang said unhurriedly: "As long as the strength can keep up. There will be preliminaries in the Yellow River. In addition to the names recommended by all parties, there will also be an assessment in the Taixu Illusion Realm. If you pass it, you will be on stage. "

There is no deliberate tenderness, just calm narration, which naturally has convincing power.

The meeting of the Yellow River is a competition between the geniuses of various countries, which determines the division of interests behind the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons. The so-called "recommendation" means that each country can send its strongest genius to participate in the war. A real battle with swords and guns will be used to determine the places in the main competition.

The Taixu Illusion Realm assessment newly added to the next Yellow River Conference is actually prepared for the Shui Tribe and those sect geniuses or individual people who do not belong to any country.

For example, Sun Xiaoman would never be willing to fight on behalf of Zhuang State, but if she wanted to see the world's heroes at Guanhe Terrace, she could take part in the assessment in the Taixu Illusion Realm.

The gods are coming, and all the talents in the world should not be left behind.

People who come out of the Yellow River Meeting also start a new Yellow River Meeting, which is quite fateful.

"I don't know when the next meeting of the Yellow River will start -" Song Qingzhi said in a low voice: "I will work hard!"

After experiencing the changes in Qingjiang Water Mansion, her thirst for power was far beyond comparison with other people.

Jiang Anan's efforts are efforts to help his brother.

Song Qingzhi's efforts are efforts to control her own destiny and no longer want to follow the crowd.

"That depends on the water level of the Yellow River." Jiang Wang smiled: "For the specific time, I have to ask Manager Fu. I will introduce you to it next time."

"Okay. Thank you, Brother Jiang." Song Qingzhi thought for a moment, then held the cup in both hands and stood up in a grand manner: "Brother Jiang, Qingzhi would like to toast you!"

Jiang Wang raised his hand, smiled and pressed it softly: "You are still separated from me? Let's not talk about this!"

Then he asked: "Has your brother written to you recently? What is he busy with?"

"We haven't had much contact these days." Song Qingzhi sat down holding a wine glass: "He spends every day discussing with others in the Taixu Illusion Realm."

During this period, the young master of Qingjiang Shuifu was very much like Zuo Guangshu before. He practiced hard day and night in the illusion of Taixu, in order to grow into his ideal self.

The difference is that he has much fewer choices than Zuo Guangshu.

Before the Water Control Conference in the year 3929 of the Dao calendar, the Shui tribe did not have so many opportunities or possibilities. In the social order dominated by the human race, it occupies a place due to historical inertia, but it is difficult to move forward in the development of the times.

The opening of the Taixu Illusion Realm has truly opened up space for the aquarium to rise.

A wise man like Song Qingyue will certainly seize every opportunity.

During the Qiming years, Song Qingyue worked with Li Jianqiu, Du Yehu and others to implement the New Deal. After the Qiming New Deal, he also traveled to various countries to find solutions to problems. It wasn't until Changhe Longjun's death that he realized——

The so-called "dragon tiger and dog" seem to be advancing and retreating together, both prospering and losing, but the difficulties they face are actually not the same.

What Li Jianqiu and Du Yehu are thinking about is how to make the people of the small country live better.

What Song Qingyue has to consider is how the Shui tribe can survive!

For Song Qingyue, his past efforts were in the wrong direction!

He mistakenly believed that the plight of the Shui tribe was the same as that of the people of the small country. He mistakenly believed that the water tribe was the weaker human race. His father, Song Hengjiang, was deceived by Zhuang Chengqian all his life. He saw through Zhuang Gaoxian's true face, but he didn't realize that Zhuang Gaoxian's attitude towards the Shui Tribe was not an isolated case, not a "rarely bad thing", but a "normal and unconscious oppression".

Even for some righteous people, there is no moral condemnation in enslaving the water tribe.

But this realization came with the death of Changhe Longjun, and what followed was darkness and despair.

The Shui tribe left behind in this world was a mistake that Ao Shuyi declared with his death!

The death of the detached person of the Shui tribe does not describe the end of the Shui tribe.

Anyone with knowledge knows that the fate of the Shui tribe has reached a critical point, hanging on a precipice, with no way forward.

At that time, Song Qingyue considered taking his sister to seek refuge in the outer world. However, the war in Shenxiao was about to break out, and there was no pure land in the outer world.

It was under such circumstances that the "Water Control Conference" took a historic turn.

The Shui tribe who was already being served at the dinner table was actually pulled back to the table and became a "seat attendee" when no one from the Shui tribe was able to attend.

But can the water tribe always place their hope in a certain person or a certain thing?

Jiang Wang is far less powerful than the Lieshan Human Emperor, and the flood control conference is far from the standards of the past oaths between the two clans.

The former emperor of Lieshan, where is he now?

What happened to the old alliance between the two races?

The Shui Tribe still needs to have its own voice, just like all gatherings under heaven, the six hegemons will not be absent.

This may not be a problem that Song Qingyue can solve.

But he is not the only one who has risen since then.

After the invisible shackles are broken, the world will eventually see the power of upward growth.

"Very good." Jiang Wang said, "Everyone is very good."

Jiang Anan raised the glass: "For the sake of everyone, drink this glass full!"

Everyone laughed and raised their glasses.

Jiang Wang looked at Jiang An'an again: "Why didn't you ask if you could attend the Yellow River Meeting?"

Jiang Anan didn't speak, just laughed.

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The year 3929 of the Taoist calendar passed resolutely.

After the last layer of frost melts away, there are colorful flowers.

What opens in March of Yangchun is the much-anticipated Chaowendao Heavenly Palace.

It is difficult to have rules that everyone agrees on. Especially as the founder of Chaowen Daotian Palace, Jiang Wang has a hard time avoiding the scrutiny of others. So he wisely left the threshold to an upright and selfless Legalist like Ju Gui——

You can criticize Ju Gui in all kinds of ways, but it’s hard to say he’s unfair.

Ju Kui spent the entire winter thinking about the assessment rules of Chaowendao Palace, constantly revising them without sleep, hoping to make them as perfect as possible. Even with the mind of a contemporary real person, he was often in a trance.

The assessment illusion called [Nine Grids] could not be made public during the design period for the sake of confidentiality.

The ruthless Ju Zhenren set his sights on his poor colleagues.

In the entire Taixu Pavilion, no one had not been dragged by him for the trial.

And they needed to control their cultivation and soul power according to his requirements to cope with different levels of assessments, make different degrees of analysis, and put forward suggestions for improvement.

At first, it was once every five days, then once every three days, and then three times a day, and even once they caught someone, they would not let him go for several days.

Even Li Yi avoided him.

Fortunately, it was finally completed.

It is unrealistic to choose good and not evil. First, people's hearts are separated by their stomachs, and second, good and evil are not necessarily consistent. There are prodigals who return, and there are also those who lose their integrity in their later years.

In the end, the assessment of [Nine Grids] still focuses on talent and knowledge. There are different requirements for examiners of different levels.

Only with the consent of the examinee, the soul will be questioned through the Taixu Illusion Realm to screen past experiences.

The drama has set up a [law line], and those who violate it are not allowed to enter the Heavenly Palace. The law is not a fixed law, but is mainly based on the laws of the country or sect where the examinee is located.

Of course, there are some common lines. For example, petty theft or can be ignored, and murder and robbery are naturally not allowed.

Those who have unforgivable evil deeds will be executed on the spot.

If there are evildoers who are lucky enough to come, they can try whether the Taixu Illusion Realm can really peel off their hearts.

At the same time, the law is not easily passed on. To enter the palace, you must pay a gift, which is only paid with Taixu Ring Money. The Taixu task itself is also a process of clarifying right and wrong, leading good and avoiding evil. For example, some Taixu tasks will require Taixu practitioners to go to the Charity Bureau to help do something regularly.

In this case, Jiang Wang welcomed the first "seeker" of Chaowendao Tiangong.

Sitting in the Chaowendao Palace is the celestial being. He has a golden crown, golden hair, and golden clothes, and eyes of the sun and moon.

He sits on the only cushion at the top of the Discussion Hall. In the spacious hall, there are 36 identical cushions neatly arranged - the Chaowendao Palace does not limit the number of people, and people can come and go as they please.

The first person to enter the palace was expressionless, with frosty hair draped over his shoulders, a long sword on his waist, and his steps were as thin as a line. Like a sharp long sword, he cut through the palace door from the middle -

Lu Shuanghe!

It is impossible for someone like Lu Shuanghe to not touch the law line of Ju Kui.

But Ju Kui, who designed the Chaowendao Palace entrance examination, is only at the level of Dongzhen. The means of questioning the soul is simply ineffective against Lu Shuanghe. The examination of [Nine-grid Illusion] is even easier. The threshold of Taixu Ring Money is almost zero.

The original purpose of the Chaowendao Palace was actually more for those young cultivators who had no way to seek the Tao.

No matter from which aspect, Lu Shuanghe is not the seeker of Taoism that Chaowendao Palace expects.

But Jiang Wang sat there quietly, without any intention of expelling him.

Since Lu Shuanghe walked in, it is not Lu Shuanghe's problem.

If there is a problem with the assessment, it is Jukui who needs to be adjusted, not the seeker of Taoism who has already entered the palace.

"Should I call you Mr.?" Lu Shuanghe walked into the hall and asked indifferently.

"Call me Taoist friend!" Jiang Wang said: "I am not a Western teacher! We are just sitting and discussing Taoism!"