The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1312 Your Excellency

Lian Pingchao's face was in a state of panic. He hurriedly sensed his own palace of literature, but could not sense it. He had no talent at all, and all the power of a scholar disappeared.

"Fang Yun!"

Lian Pingchao gnashed his teeth, his face was ferocious, and he almost used up all his strength to shout Fang Yun's name.

In a moment, the anger on Lian Pingchao's face turned into annoyance.

"If I had known this, I shouldn't have gone against him. I would have just followed him! What happened to the Blood Mang Ancient Land? Why does Fang Yun have such a huge power? Is my power temporarily gone, or permanently dissipated? I must have a way to solve it! I must be able to regain the lost power and surpass Fang Yun! Lord of Blood Mang? I don't believe this! How can a mere Hanlin call himself the Lord of Blood Mang!"

Lian Pingchao thought to himself, and walked quickly towards Qingyang City, but after walking a few dozen steps, he began to breathe heavily.

Lian Pingchao's face became more and more gloomy. Without the power of a scholar, he was just an old man in his sixties, without any power.

A distance of one hundred miles can be reached quickly for a university scholar, but for an old man, it takes at least five hours to walk.

Lian Pingchao gritted his teeth and said, "I can walk from a child to a university scholar. In addition to knowledge, my will is the most important thing. A trivial matter can't stop me. I still have Hanhu Shell and many magical objects. As long as I can recover a little talent, I can make a comeback..."

Lian Pingchao's voice suddenly stopped.

"Where is my Hanhu Shell?"

Lian Pingchao was completely panicked and began to grope around, searching his sleeves, belts, linings, pants, etc., and even reaching into his hair and collar to grope.

Nothing!

Lian Pingchao quickly looked around. There was no one here, and he didn't care about much. He took off his clothes one by one, leaving only a pair of shorts on his body.

Lian Pingchao was struck by lightning, staring blankly at the clothes placed below, his eyes gradually dimmed, and his face was ashen.

"Where did I throw the Hanhu Shell? I just touched it with my own hands!" Lian Pingchao's eyes turned red with anxiety. He hurriedly put on his clothes and returned along the same route, looking around as he walked, hoping to find the lost Hanhu Shell.

The flood had just receded, and the ground was muddy. Lian Pingchao walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow, panting as he walked.

After searching for an hour, Lian Pingchao found nothing.

"Fang Yun! You will not die well! I curse you..."

The great scholar sat on the muddy ground and cursed loudly. At first, he was still arrogant, but he began to use vulgar language, and the more he cursed, the more vulgar he became.

At this moment, Lian Pingchao was no longer the great scholar who was feared in the ancient land of Xuemang. He was just an old man who had lost his power. He had nothing but anger and frustration.

After cursing for a full half a quarter of an hour, Lian Pingchao stood up, his face full of dejection. He guessed that Fang Yun not only deprived him of his power, but also took away Hanhubei. Everything he had gained in the ruins of Longcheng became Fang Yun's.

"Could it be that he really became the Lord of Blood Mang? No, I firmly don't believe it!"

Lian Pingchao showed a resolute look on his face and began to rush to Qingyang City. As long as he returned to Qingyang City, even if he was not a university scholar, he would have enough power and would not be as embarrassed as he is now.

Lian Pingchao walked seven or eight steps, his feet slipped, and he fell to the ground with a slap. His whole body was covered with mud, and his right elbow was bruised.

"Bad luck!"

Lian Pingchao walked another dozen steps, and this time he was tripped by an inexplicable tree root, his body fell forward, and his body hit the ground with a crisp sound, and his whole face was covered with mud.

Lian Pingchao struggled to stand up, dealing with the mud on his body while cursing.

He kept moving forward, but he always encountered bad luck. After walking for only a quarter of an hour, he encountered more than ten similar bad luck.

When he got up for the last time, Lian Pingchao felt cold in his heart, because he realized that this was definitely not a coincidence. It was a force that was deliberately targeting him, or he was infected with a force related to disaster.

A word from the semi-saint could determine good and bad luck.

The first group of people who moved into the ancient land of Blood Mang had caused the dissatisfaction of the semi-saint. Even if the semi-saint did not curse them personally, those people were extremely unlucky, and they did not do things smoothly and often encountered various accidents.

Moreover, everyone died in accidents, and no one had a good end!

When that group of people died, their descendants never encountered so many accidents again.

Lian Pingchao finally didn't dare to curse anymore.

"Could it be... he is the real Lord of Blood Mang?" Lian Pingchao's bad premonition became stronger.

Lian Pingchao started walking at dawn and didn't reach Qingyang City until the afternoon. He encountered countless bad luck along the way. He was pooped on by a bird, almost bitten by a poisonous snake, chased by wild dogs, his clothes were torn, his body and face were covered with dried mud, his clothes were completely changed color, and he walked with a limp. Anyone who saw him would think he was a beggar.

When he walked outside Qingyang City, Lian Pingchao was stunned.

Qingyang City belonged to the Lian family. There must be a big flag with the word "Lian" embroidered on the top of the city. If it was not hung, the generals guarding the city would be held accountable. Now, all the big flags of the Lian family disappeared.

This situation can only happen when the city changes hands.

Lian Pingchao felt a heart-wrenching pain. The thing he was most worried about finally happened.

Lian Pingchao deliberately dressed himself up more sloppily. After confirming that no one could recognize him, he limped into the city and went to the city lord's mansion.

Before arriving at the City Lord's Mansion, Lian Pingchao saw that the street ahead was blocked by soldiers. Then, a number of prison vans passed by, and the wheels made rumbling sounds as they rolled on the stone floor.

Lian Pingchao saw that his son, daughter, and grandchildren were all in the prison car.

Behind each person, there was a wooden command arrow with a bright red word on it.

Behead!

Lian Pingchao's body shook and he almost fainted. He heard the discussion of the crowd.

"It is said that it was Grand Secretary Yun Zhaochen who personally arrested the people and immediately supervised the execution. All the direct descendants of the Lian family were executed immediately, and the rest of the Lian family members were demoted to criminals. Their status can only be restored after three generations."

"I heard from my brothers who served in the city lord's mansion that the old man Lian Pingchao could offend anyone else, but he actually offended the current Lord of Blood Mang! It was that huge figure. Your Majesty changed the four seasons and the world, and Lian Pingchao dared to offend him. He was really looking for death!"

"I also heard that Lian Pingchao bullied the previous Lord of Blood Mang, took his divine objects, wanted to kill him, and almost rebelled. It was because Your Majesty had a good temper. If it were me with a violent temper, I would raze the city lord's mansion to the ground with a slap!"

"Good! God has eyes! The Lord of Blood Mang really has real ability, and he really cares about us people! The Lian family has done all kinds of evil things on weekdays, and the people of Qingyang City dare not speak out. Today, they finally got their retribution! God has eyes, and the Lord of Blood Mang has eyes!"

"Let's go and watch the beheading together, and cheer together!"

"The Lian family deserves to die! I said back then that I will not submit to anyone, and I will submit to whoever can get rid of the Lian family!"

Lian Pingchao felt heartbroken and dazed at first, but soon he was completely numb. He never expected that he and the Lian family would have such a reputation among the people. Those people wanted to peel off their skin and cut their flesh. This is simply the biggest denial of scholars.

Lian Pingchao numbly followed the crowd to the execution ground.

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