The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2984 Traitors

After a long silence in the Golden Palace, Qing Jun showed a sarcastic look.

"Why, Fang Yun was canonized, you think my throne is not safe, and you are too lazy to care about me?"

The ministers bowed and saluted, saying, "I dare not."

"You are not doing this for me now, but for Qing Kingdom and the miscellaneous families among you!" Qing Jun glanced at the officials coldly.

A middle-aged Hanlin stepped forward and gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty, the half-saint of the miscellaneous family was canonized in the old Taoshan. This is an unprecedented shame. If we cannot fight back against Jing Kingdom, the country will not be a country!"

"That's right! I advocate that we should fight back against Jing Kingdom at all costs!"

"If Jing Kingdom does not perish, Qing Kingdom will not be at peace!"

"The ancestor of the clan is receiving this great scholar, how can we, the children of the miscellaneous family, stand idly by?"

A few officials were excited.

Most officials watched calmly.

These officials who stood up were all young and of low rank. It was nothing more than a common method used by the Miscellaneous School to fight for a way out.

Those successful Miscellaneous School members were different. They would not take risks.

Moreover, only one in ten Miscellaneous School scholars or great scholars in Qing State survived.

They had all been severely damaged in the last Shengdao Town Sealing.

The current high-level officials in Qing State are no longer the world of Miscellaneous School.

Qing Jun smiled slightly and said, "You mean, we can't do anything to Fang Sheng, so we take it out on the people of Jing State?"

The Golden Palace was silent.

Some officials lowered their heads, rolled their eyes, and secretly cursed Qing Jun for being stupid. How could such words come out of their mouths.

Qing Jun snorted coldly and asked again: "Now Jing State is attacked by barbarians. If my Qing State is dispatched now, who will go to the Holy Court to explain? Who will see the emperor!"

No one answered below, and some people even trembled.

It's okay to go to the Holy Court to explain. At worst, it will be delayed.

But the audience that Qing Jun mentioned was to meet Fang Yun. Who dared to go?

At this time, Pang Jue, the left prime minister of Qing, slowly stood up from his chair, and the eunuch beside him hurriedly took two quick steps to support the old man.

The officials present looked at the old prime minister with extremely complicated eyes.

When the Holy Dao was sealed, he had to stay in Qing and did not take action. Although he was injured because of the change of the Holy Dao of the Miscellaneous Family, it did not hurt the foundation. Later, for the sake of Qing, he endured humiliation and went to Jing to seek peace in person.

Although the result of the negotiation was to cede one state and lease five cities, the people cursed Pang Jue as a traitor, but officials across the country respected him.

Before leaving, Pang Jue already knew what kind of crime he would bear, but for the sake of Qing, he was brave enough to bear the crime.

A minister who stood in the front as a traitor can always block the real traitor behind him.

Therefore, even if Pang Jue is almost not in charge of affairs now, no one dares to covet the position of Left Prime Minister of Qing State.

Qing Jun still needs a generalist, and there is no other candidate for the position of Left Prime Minister.

"Cough cough cough..."

Pang Jue coughed for a long time, slowly straightened his chest, scanned the officials, and looked directly at Qing Jun.

Qing Jun bowed his head slightly to show respect.

"The Qin Emperor was wise and will never fall. Jing Ke's assassination of Qin will also be remembered for thousands of years. King Zhao laid the foundation for the undefeated Qin State, and his maneuvers did not cover up the reputation of Xinling Jun. Although the sky fire is strong, I am willing to be a moth that flies into the fire, lead the army to swear, and wash away the stigma of my Qing State. Qing State, cannot be humiliated!"

Pang Jue's voice was loud and clear.

The officials looked at Pang Jue with extremely complicated expressions.

It doesn't take much thought to guess that Pang Jue is indeed for Qing State, but it is also a helpless act to give up his life now.

The semi-saint who guarded the national destiny was conferred. If no one stood up for Qing at this time, not only would the people be demoralized and morale be low, but even the national destiny would be affected.

Qing needed such a person at this time.

Pang Jue was not only for Qing, but also for himself.

The pilgrim saintly way was lost. No matter how strong his will was, Pang Jue was still a little disappointed. He was afraid of one thing in his heart.

If the pilgrim saintly way collapsed or even completely absorbed by Fang Yun's political way, how would he deal with it in the future?

Should he fight against the new saintly way in anger, or kneel down in front of Fang Yun and submit to him?

Choosing the former was foolish, and choosing the latter was humiliating.

Pang Jue didn't want to do either.

So, this was his only choice.

After decades of studying, he chose a day to sing.

Qing Jun sighed and said, "Then I'll have to trouble Mr. Pang."

Pang Jue nodded and was about to turn around, but suddenly stopped and said, "Fang Sheng once said that he wanted to give you a poem. Please take care of yourself, Your Majesty."

After Pang Jue finished speaking, he walked out of the hall with the help of the eunuch.

Qing Jun was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that Fang Yun had said something after the literary war with Qing Kingdom.

"In the future, this saint will come to the palace of Qing Kingdom, bring this sword, and give the second poem to Qing Jun!"

Qing Jun leaned on the dragon chair with blank eyes.

The officials looked at each other. What poem would Fang Sheng give at that time?

Suddenly, the Shengyuan Continent shook slightly, and countless blood-colored auroras emerged in the extreme north, covering the sky in the north of the entire Shengyuan Continent.

"What happened?"

A group of scholars looked over.

"That's where Liangjie Mountain is. Is the human race in trouble?"

"No, it seems like something big is wrong with the demon world!"

On Liangjie Mountain, all the human race stared at the outside in amazement.

At the beginning, the thirty-four demon barbarians gathered outside, trying to force the human race to contact Fang Yun and make Fang Yun give up attacking Gu Xu.

The thirty-four demon barbarians kept screaming outside, insulting and threatening, and arrogant.

But just now, Tianwai once again displayed his flying sword, and Kunlun pressed down all the saints.

The Kunlun Sword Formation enveloped all thirty-four demon barbarians and semi-saints.

At first, countless invisible swords burst out. In the sword formation, thirty-four semi-saints joined forces and released many protective semi-saint treasures, and were safely placed in the sword formation.

The thirty-four demon barbarians sneered repeatedly, not afraid of this kind of semi-saint level power at all.

Then came the starlight hurricane. The thirty-four semi-saints formed a circle facing the outside and also resisted this attack.

A large number of semi-saint treasures were suspended in the air. No matter how powerful the starlight hurricane and the invisible sword were, it was difficult to penetrate the saints.

Those demon barbarians and semi-saints even mocked the human race.

Then, the Kunlun Sword Formation was pitch black.

Everyone could not see what was inside at all, but occasionally heard screams from inside.

At first, the human race had no idea where the shock absorption came from, but the Saint Academy quickly replied that this was Fang Yun's holy war words.

The demon barbarians in the demon barbarian city opposite were all in the city, looking at each other, and could do nothing except report to the demon world.

Soon, the darkness of the Kunlun Sword Formation dissipated, and everyone saw that in the dense invisible swords and starlight hurricanes, there was a huge hole in the chest of each half-saint.

The hole continued to expand, and was suppressed and shrunk by the power of the half-saint, but the black hole soon became larger, and this repeated endlessly.

"Break through the sword formation! Only by breaking through the sword formation can you survive!" An ape half-saint roared.

"The sword formation is getting stronger and stronger, we can't sit and wait for death!"

"This sword formation has a mysterious power!"

"Why is the death knell of the demon world ringing again?"

The death knell rang continuously, ten times in a row.

The demon half-saints stayed where they were, and for a moment they even forgot where they were.

Many demon half-saints had died before, and they thought it was enough, but now no half-saint died here, why did the demon world ring the death knell?

Why ten times?

Many half-saints changed their faces drastically.

There were ten half-saints in the Dragon City Army.