Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 312 Dialogue with the Confucian Saints and the Enlightenment, the Supreme Treasure and the Five Birds Can Enter the Third Level

Xiliang City, Academy.

Listening to the waves in the bamboo sea, the sound of undulating waves made of fine and stretched leaves enveloped the entire academy, and today the academy is very famous in Xiliang City.

In addition to the fact that Wang Banshan, the former master of the Academy of Arts, was in charge of the Academy, it was also because the Wenqu stele was taken from Lin'an Academy of Arts by Mr. An and placed in Xiliang City.

The Wenqu stele is of great significance to scholars all over the world, because there is awe-inspiring in the Wenqu stele. If a scholar can gain the awe-inspiring body, it is a recognition of his own cultivation and knowledge.

Therefore, scholars from all over the world gathered in Xiliang to study diligently, in order to obtain the qualification to extradite Haoran in front of the Wenqu stele.

Coupled with the spread of Master Wang Banshan's thoughts, and the fact that Xiliang Academy was built with the consent of the An family, scholars from all over the world gathered here like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea.

At this moment, the entire Xiliang Academy seemed to be shrouded in starlight.

In the dark, there is a strong air floating in the entire academy, echoing in every corner, it is the literary atmosphere, the literary atmosphere of scholars.

Many scholars still don't know what happened, but they feel that at this moment, their own understanding of learning and some problems in learning have been solved easily, as if God's help, and their consciousness is clear.

In front of Wenqu Beilu.

Wang Banshan and Zhu Huoxi had already been pushed back a long way by an inexplicable force, their figures drifted into the sea of ​​bamboo, and they could vaguely see the awe-inspiring sweeping around the stele hut, their spirits tumbling!
Wang Banshan's eyes were shining, and his heart was shocked.

Zhu Huoxi stroked his beard in disbelief.

"Mr. An...he is indeed a natural scholar, and the stele of Wenqu can produce such a big fluctuation. I have been studying for so many years, and I have never seen any scholar who can arouse such greatness."

Zhu Huoxi sighed.

Even the poets and the like during the grand event period of the previous dynasty could hardly induce such a change in the Wenqu stele.

"The stele of Wenqu is the treasure of Confucianism and Taoism. Our understanding of this treasure...is too shallow and too little."

"However, if the Wenqu stele can help you, let you get a big harvest, and even help you break through at the spiritual level, that is enough. It is an honor for us to wait for the academy."

Wang Banshan sighed.

He is too aware of the status and importance of happiness in today's world.

An Le has just suppressed the Immortal Land that God arranged in the world, and resisted a plan of God. Such a person is the glory of the whole world and is closely related to the future of the world.

The matter of Ascending Immortal Land has shown that God has the intention of interfering with the human world. Although Anle has sealed the Ascension to Immortal Land now, can it really guarantee that the Ascension to Immortal Land will not continue to be opened up in the future?Will the immortals from the heavens re-enter the world and bring a huge threat?

Wang Banshan knew that in the future... there would definitely be a bigger crisis.

And the stronger the euthanasia, the greater the possibility of surviving the crisis.

Therefore, he felt that it was an honor that the Wenqu stele could help Anle.

The two stood quietly in the bamboo sea, in a good mood, they didn't know what An Le could get from the Wenqu stele.

After all, An Le had already extradited Haoran a long time ago, so what about now?

"Perhaps... the young master can see Confucian and Taoist saints from the Wenqu stele."

Wang Banshan thought about it and said.

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The power of An Le's mind slowly soaked into the Wenqu stele.

The scene in front of him also began to undergo a lot of changes. He saw a vast and boundless sea. The sea water was shimmering, but it was illuminated by the stars. It seemed very empty, as if he could not see the end at a glance.

An Le wore a Confucian shirt, with his hands behind his back, walking in this sea of ​​stars.

As far as the eye can see, there is a vast expanse, the direction cannot be distinguished, the end and the goal cannot be seen, and there is not even the slightest edge of the cliff.

"In the stele of Wenqu, there is no limit to the sea of ​​learning."

An Le was thoughtful.

Today's him has a strong mind, so naturally he will not panic at all, and with his own cultivation, he is also full of confidence.

He walked slowly, not in a hurry, walking on the sea surface, and there were layers of ripples on the calm sea surface.

Every time An Le walks, the sound of Lang Lang, who reads less, seems to resound in his ears.

Looking down at the starry sea below, he found that the sea seemed to have turned into a huge screen, and he was walking alone on the sea, while on the other side of the sea, there was a scene of scenes rotating.

In the picture, there are children in coarse clothes who are studying diligently and studying hard while herding cattle.

There are also scholars who are rushing to take the exam, lighting lamps at night, with their heads hanging from the beams and awls piercing their buttocks.

There are also young people who, rain or shine, get up at dawn every day, cross rugged mountain roads, break countless sandals, and come to private schools to study, just to smell the fragrance of books and glimpse the sea of ​​learning.

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While An Le was walking, every time he took a step, there would be pictures of scholars studying hard in the ripples, like ink smudges.

An Le reads seriously, works diligently, and this is an essential quality for every scholar.

After seeing too many pictures, An Le's mind fluctuated slightly, and he may have some insights, but with his current level of spiritual river, the influence of this level cannot improve his spiritual power too much.

I don't know how long I've been walking, and I've seen too many pictures of hard-working and hard-working students reflected on the other side of the sea, and my peace of mind is like still water.

Suddenly, the forward walk in the vast sea came to an end.

A mountain rises from the ground, towering like a cloud.

An Le stopped, looked up, and saw a figure sitting on the top of the mountain, the majesty turned into a long river slowly flowing, like a sacred dragon, winding around the mountain, forming a mountain road.

His gaze was attracted by that figure, and just because the figure sat upright, it attracted all the light from the world.

In the sky above the figure, two words appeared, just floating, exuding an extremely rich origin.

"Haran."

An Le looked at that word and couldn't help but read it out.

Then, a strange color appeared in the eyes.

"Origin symbol."

"The complete source symbol."

An Le has mastered the complete source talisman of time, so he naturally knows the difference between the breath of the complete source talisman and the breath of the incomplete source talisman.

Moreover, An Le could feel the great power contained in this source talisman.

It seems to be completely condensed by Haoran.

Seeing this awe-inspiring source talisman, An Le is a little bit stunned, why the awe-inspiring power can continuously emerge from the Wenqu stele, allowing scholars all over the world to extradite awe-inspiring power.

It turns out...the Wenqu Stele contains a complete Haoran Origin Talisman!
"Little friend, since you're here, let's climb up the mountain."

Suddenly, a voice containing a smile came from Anle's ear.

An Le looked at the figure, but saw that the unclear figure was also looking at An Le, with wisdom and elegance in his eyes.

After brushing off the Confucian shirt on his body, An Le cupped his fists and bowed, and then set foot on the mountain from the sea and started climbing.

Stepping on the mountain, An Le frowned, because every inch of the mountain was actually made of stacked books.

"Book Mountain..."

Anle took a deep breath.

Within Wenqu, you can see Xuehai Book Mountain...

An Le suddenly understood who this figure sitting on the top of the mountain could be, a Confucian and Taoist saint.

The creator of Confucianism and Taoism in the world, the originator of scholars, enlightened the ignorant people of the world.

For scholars all over the world, meeting Confucian saints is like worshiping.

However, today's An Le is no longer the weak scholar when he just crossed over and first entered Lin'an. He is a strong man in the eleventh realm, and he has outstanding achievements in both heaven and earth.

Stepping up the mountain, there is a path in the mountain of books, which ordinary people cannot set foot on, but for Anle, the road to the mountain of books is not difficult.

The scenery of Book Mountain is very good, An Le climbed to the top of the mountain in a short while.

The breeze is gentle, and you can see the long sea of ​​learning.

In the sea of ​​learning, there are pictures of scholars studying diligently.

"The junior is An Le, I have met the senior."

An Le looked at the old man in a Confucian shirt sitting on the rock on the top of the mountain. Although the old man had white beard and white hair, he was tall and strong. Like a real martial artist.

The old man's eyes fell on An Le.

The eyes are full of complexity and emotion.

"You don't seem surprised to see me at all."

Confucian saint said.

An Le smiled, also eclectic, and sat on the ground: "There are Confucian saints in the Wenqu stele, I have guessed it a long time ago, when I moved the Wenqu stele from Lin'an and placed it in Xiliang City, I have guessed Perceived."

"The Wenqu stele and the Wukui stone, among the Wukui stone... there should be a strong man hidden, and it should be related to the strategists of various schools of thought."

An Le's speculation made the burly old man stroke his beard and smile.

"What a clever young man."

The Confucian sage smiled and looked at An Le with admiration: "What you do in the world, the old man knows and feels it, and the changes in the origin of the world, the old man's perception is clearer."

"You have brought a different change to the world."

"A man of high art is bold."

The Confucian saint praised.

To say that Anleyi Gao is bold is not a mockery, but a genuine compliment.

After all, An Le fought against Zhao Xianyou alone, and after defeating the opponent, he even banned the Ascension to Immortal Land by himself... Isn't this the audacity of a master of art?
Zhao Xianyou is the reincarnation of Emperor Zhenwu, that is Emperor Zhenwu!
The controller of the top power in the sky, one of the few extreme powerhouses in the sky!

An Le smiled, clasped his fists and cupped his hands: "Senior, it's just that the cultivation in the human world is exhausted. If the land of ascension to immortality is opened up, the cultivation in the human world can be restored in a short time, but in the long run, it will bring endless troubles. .”

"God is a world, and the world is also a world. We can't let the world become God's back garden. That's unfair to the world. As people who stand at the top of the world, we should stand at the top of the world." come out."

The words are very simple, and the meaning is also very simple, but there are very few practitioners who can really do it.

Not everyone is brave enough to do such a thing.

After all, what one has to face... is God!

The burly Confucian saint heard the words, and the expression of satisfaction on his face became more and more intense.

On the top of the mountain of books, there was a gentle breeze, and the Confucian sage and An Le had a very happy chat. The two talked a lot, about practice, about learning, about the soul, etc...

Confucian sages have a profound background, which surprised Anle. Confucian sages also have a unique understanding of cultivation, and at the spiritual level, Confucian sages seem to have a very high level, and they can give Anle an enlightened analysis.

You must know that the power of An Le at the spiritual level has reached the third level.

Confucian sages are still able to give an analysis, showing that Confucian sages at the spiritual level...maybe not weaker than An Le, or even surpassed An Le.

However, this is actually not surprising.

As a human legend who created Confucianism and Taoism, the Confucian sage was not in the same era as the First Emperor Ying Qin. He left a legend to the world, and then disappeared into the world, leaving only the stele of Wenqu.

But in fact, the glory of the era of the Hundred Schools of Philosophy is a grand event in the world.

Many strong men have been created.

"The stele of Wenqu is transformed from my source talisman. My source talisman contains a huge awe-inspiring power. I created Wenqu with awe-inspiring power so that scholars all over the world can have a goal."

"Hao Ran is actually a kind of spiritual power."

"You want to break through to the third level of spiritual power... This is not an easy task."

The Confucian saint's eyes were deep, but he was a little emotional.

"After the third level, there is the holy level... the old man enters the holy level through the soul, but after the spiritual holy level, the old man's physical body can't bear it, so the physical body is shattered, and he can no longer stay in the world."

Confucian saint said with emotion.

"The old man left a stele of Wenqu in the world, and left a ray of spiritual power in Xuehaishushan. One day, he will remind the younger generation that if they want to walk the road of spiritual enlightenment, it is necessary to torture the physical body."

"Ying Qin created the method of practice, developed body training and refining the spirit, in fact, there is also the influence of old age in it."

"Although the two-pronged practice will be very difficult, it will waste a lot of time and kill many geniuses, but... this is actually a road to the limit."

Confucian saint looked at An Le with deep eyes and said.

Hearing this, An Le couldn't help being stunned, his eyes gleaming, no wonder the First Emperor Ying Qin would promote a brand-new practice, instead of taking a single exercise or training the mind, but a two-pronged approach to exercise.

It turned out that there was guidance from Confucian saints behind the scenes.

It's no wonder that An Le felt his heart throbbing when he saw the figure of a Confucian saint. The other party had indeed stepped into the holy rank at the spiritual level.

However, when An Le modestly asked how to break through the spiritual realm of the holy rank, the Confucian saint just shook his head.

"You need to discover this road by yourself. Heart and thought are the most precious and unique things for everyone. You need to find out the road by yourself."

"If it can be taught and taught, there will not be very few strong people in the world who can step into the spiritual level of the holy rank."

Confucian sage looked at An Le, shook his head and said regretfully.

An Le was not too disappointed when she heard the words, or she had expected it long ago.

Otherwise, there is no need for him to gather the strengths of a hundred schools of thought to seek an opportunity to break through the soul.

An Le and the Confucian sage talked a lot on the top of the mountain of books. The Confucian sage was very easy-going. Although it was just a ray of spiritual will, it gave An Le a lot of inspiration.

After a long time, An Le stood up, cupped his fists and said goodbye.

The burly figure of the Confucian saint also got up, and the same Confucian shirt lightly raised his fists, holding the ceremony of a scholar.

"Maybe, you and I will meet again. I hope that by then, your soul will have broken through the third level, and become the pillar of the world, supporting the sky in the world."

Rusheng said with a smile.

"With your talent and cultivation, you will definitely go to the Human Gate in the future."

"You and I will talk freely at that time."

The spiritual power that An Le diffused into the Wenqu stele began to gradually disperse like a breeze.

"I'm looking forward to it very much."

The words are over.

With a gentle breeze, An Le's figure had disappeared on the mountain of books.

……

……

There are waves in the bamboo sea, and there are successive green waves one after another.

In front of the stele hut, the gust of wind began to subside slowly.

An Le's white clothes fluttered, and the spiritual power that diffused into the Wenqu stele gradually withdrew, and what was taken out was also a strong sense of grandeur.

These awe-inspiring powers flow like a long river, flowing into the Niwan Palace of Anle, and blending into the long river of soul, making the river of soul that has just merged with the sword, bell and sword intent grow stronger again, and slowly move forward towards breaking through the third level.

Master Wang Banshan and Zhu Huoxi floated over and landed outside the stele hut.

Looking at An Le in amazement, looking at An Le bathed in grandeur, his heart arose.

After a long time, An Le slowly opened his eyes. The deep eyes seemed to contain a starry sky. The tyrannical spiritual power fluctuated and spread, making the two masters feel oppressed and heavy.

An Le bowed to the Wenqu stele, then stood up and looked at the two masters.

The three of them walked out of the stele hut slowly, strolled through the bamboo sea, and continued to chat.

"The Wenqu stele is an opportunity left by the Confucian sages. Perhaps concentrating on reading does not involve spiritual practice, so it will be difficult to accomplish anything in the future. But with the Wenqu stele, if you can read well in reading and extradite Haoran, The future...is not much weaker than a practitioner who concentrates on cultivation."

"The grandness of Confucianism and Taoism is a path that has been opened up. If you focus on this path, you will have a bright future."

As the sun sets, the bamboo sea is covered by the reflected red clouds.

With an ink pool on his waist, An Le talked to the two masters.

Zhu Huoxi fell into deep thought, while Wang Banshan had a joyful expression on his face: "My lord, did you see the saint in the Wenqu stele?"

Anle nodded.

"Senior Confucian Sage is a strong man with a mind beyond the third level. I have benefited a lot from talking with him. This passage is also what Senior Confucian Sage means."

"Focus on reading, do a good job in learning, educate the world, and gain greatness, this is the way of a scholar."

Zhu Huoxi and Wang Banshan immediately looked solemn when they heard the words.

The two clasped their fists together and bowed deeply.

"Thank you, my lord, for preaching."

The two are very solemn, representing the reverence and gratitude of scholars all over the world to Anle.

An Le waved his hand with a smile, and said goodbye.

With one step, it turns into a flowing light and disappears between the sky and the earth.

Zhu Huoxi and Wang Banshan looked away.

Zhu Huoxi's eyes were deep, and a smile hung on the corner of his lips: "Old Wang, what you said, my son, made me understand that my path is right... It made me firm up my determination to go down this path."

Wang Banshan stroked his beard and smiled, turning his head to look at Beilu.

I saw the grandeur like a dragon.

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……

Went to Jianchi Palace, went to Ganye Temple, and went to the Academy.

An Le got a lot of spiritual gains.

The sword bell in Jianchi Palace and the Wenqu stele in the academy all gave him a lot of spiritual growth. Although there is no prospect of hitting the holy steps, at least it is growing, which is good news.

A strong mind needs a strong enough body to carry it. This is the experience of Confucian saints.

An Le, who has mastered the virtual and real sword energy, is very appreciative of this.

Because, when the mind is strong to a certain extent, it can affect reality, but the body cannot bear it, and it will naturally collapse.

However, An Le may not need to worry about this. His physical strength is rare in the world, he has mastered the ancestral scriptures of Taoism, and he is strong in forging his body, standing on the top of the world and the sky.

Even in the heavens, there are very few people who want to match him at the physical level.

After communicating with Confucian saints today, An Le felt enlightened, and he could no longer restrain and suppress his improvement in physical training.

He may be able to devote his body and mind to the strengthening of his physical body, because the stronger the physical body, the more stable his mind can be and get enough support.

An Le was worried that the physical body would step into the eleventh realm, but the mind had not broken through, which would cause an imbalance between the two.

But after communicating with Confucian saints, this worry no longer exists.

After bidding farewell to the two masters and leaving the academy, An Le visited Lu Yishan, Li Youan and others again. However, their spiritual understanding was limited, and An Le did not stay for long.

Go back to Seventh Hill.

Night fell, deep as an abyss.

Black clouds billowed, and no starlight could be seen.

An Le returned to the courtyard, popped the ink pool, and stuck it on the old locust tree. With a thought, the five internal organs shone with brilliance, and the five birds and true spirits leaped out, and began to devour and refine the energy in the green copper congenital gossip mirror.

No longer restraining her physical body from becoming stronger, An Le naturally chose to let go of her hands and feet to practice.

When the Supreme Treasure Five Birds devours energy to strengthen itself.

An Le is immersed in the long river of soul, and begins to observe the picture of the sword intent on the sword bell, so that every sword intent is integrated into the long river of soul, strengthening the power of the long river.

For three consecutive days, An Le practiced on the seventh mountain to strengthen himself.

boom! ! !
Finally, on the fourth day, a beam of light rushed up from the top of the mountain, one beam, two beams, three beams...five beams in a row.
Five spirits of five birds and five birds straddled the top of the mountain, roaring and crying deafeningly.

The demon tiger, the ferocious beast, the divine deer, the devil ape, and the sword crane... the five true spirits, after devouring the power of the holy artifact, were finally promoted one after another, and the five great treasures were successively promoted to the third level!

Sitting in the small courtyard, An Le's body's aura is rising steadily. On the body, the five internal organs emit brilliant light. The promotion of the treasures and five animals has a great effect on the strengthening of An Le's body.

And the biggest advantage is that the sixth chapter of the Human Dao Ancestral Scripture has been successfully comprehended, and scriptures have begun to emerge!

After recovering her breath, An Le slowly opened her eyes with a peaceful expression.

"The physical body is getting stronger and stronger. The most treasured five birds have reached the third level, and the physical body has been improved again. The sixth chapter of the Human Dao Ancestral Scripture is also enlightened. Next, I will go to the fourth senior sister to get the sixth mountain and river tripod... …The physical body will be even stronger by then.”

"I hope that after breaking through the third level, the river of mind can keep up with the pace of the physical body."

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To the north of the Canglang River, the capital of Yuan and Mongolia.

A tense atmosphere enveloped the entire city.

Emperor Yuanmeng went into closed-door retreat, and immediately after returning from Lin'an retreated, he did not move at all. All the big and small matters of the Yuanmeng Empire were handled by Zuo Xiangboyan.

Boyan didn't complain much, because he knew that Emperor Yuanmeng was under too much pressure, and this pressure came from Anle.

Although Emperor Yuanmeng also defeated the Almighty God, but compared with Anle's relaxed and freehand style, there is a gap.

Emperor Yuan Meng didn't have any confidence to win against the current An Le, so... the pressure came.

This pressure also spread to the whole Yuanmeng.

After all, as the god of the Yuanmeng Empire, if the Emperor Yuanmeng is defeated, it means that the Yuanmeng Empire is defeated. Basically, there is no suspense. No one can carry an entire country like Emperor Yuanmeng.

Moreover, the strength of the Anle coalition forces is too strong.

Unless Emperor Yuanmeng defeated Anle and beheaded Anle, he would have the possibility of leading Yuanmeng to make a comeback.

Otherwise, Yuan Meng would be at a huge disadvantage in the comparison of the strong.

King Kunpeng, the two dragon lords of Donghai and Beihai, as well as old sword masters, old masters and other veteran powerhouses, have all stepped into the eleventh realm, and the eleventh realm powerhouses can basically affect the battle situation.

Therefore, Bo Yan was also under great pressure, even so heavy that he could not breathe, and he could not see any hope of winning.

In the palace, Zuo Xiangboyan put down the Langhao brush in his hand, because someone came from outside the palace.

Marshal Toure appeared in armor, with a dejected look on his face.

"Left Prime Minister, Your Majesty... haven't left the customs yet?"

Toure was tall and tall, with big arms and a round waist, and a bearded face. He looked a little arrogant, but at the moment when he asked, he was very cautious.

"No."

Boyan shook his head, sat opposite Marshal Toure, made tea and chatted with him.

"In these days, all the spies we placed in many cities south of the Canglang River have lost contact... They were all uprooted, and there was no more sound. Lu Yishan used thunderous methods to take over many cities in Da Zhao. Stabilize the situation."

"Ye Longsheng, Di Zang, and Zhong Shiji, the peerless generals of the former Great Zhao, wished to immediately cross the river to attack us, regain the lost land in the middle land, and the frontier army sitting on the Canglang River. The message sent back said that they have seen the Ye family army and the Zhong family army. flag."

"The Northern Expedition of the Allied Forces... should be coming soon."

Toure rubbed his rough hair, rubbed his face, let out a breath, his face was full of bitterness.

Zuo Xiangboyan poured a cup of tea for Toure after a ceremonial operation.

"Have a cup of tea and calm down."

Boyan himself poured a cup of tea and drank it.

"Left Prime Minister, how can you calm down..."

"The coalition forces are coming fiercely. Once they cross the Canglang River, the Yuanmeng cavalry may not be able to stop them. The main reason is that they have strong men from the eleventh level sitting in their command... Once we confront each other, we will lose."

Toure was weeping.

Only after his cultivation had reached the tenth realm did he understand the horror of the eleventh realm, which was an irresistible realm.

How could Zuo Xiangboyan not know this? He drank tea quietly, feeling bitter in his heart, but he couldn't say it.

Emperor Yuanmeng asked him to manage the affairs of the empire temporarily, and he had to stabilize the morale of the army.

"Left Prime Minister... Otherwise, go ask His Majesty, is there a way for me to step into the Eleventh Realm?"

Suddenly, Zuo Xiangboyan narrowed his eyes, lowered his voice, and whispered.

Zuo Xiang Boyan suddenly opened his eyes, looking at him sharply.

"You're thinking about farting?"

Bo Yan said sharply.

Toure touched his nose: "Since Your Majesty can let me wait for nine people to break through to the tenth realm, maybe there is a way for me to wait for the eleventh realm..."

Zuo Xiangboyan shook his head: "Don't think about it for the time being. If it is possible, His Majesty will definitely give us a chance. Your Majesty never said, I will wait...don't ask."

"Don't speak a word."

Tu Lei felt the seriousness of Zuo Xiangboyan, and his face became serious.

boom!
Suddenly.

The whole of Yuanmeng shook suddenly, like an earth dragon turning over, the whole city was shaking unceasingly, the dust shook and the smoke billowed.

Boyan and Tourei are already used to it.

They knew that this was because Emperor Yuanmeng was devouring the power of the fusion dragon vein.

This momentum is indeed terrifying.

"I hope Your Majesty will succeed. Now I understand the fear of Da Zhao facing Yuan Meng..."

"Today's An Le is just like His Majesty back then...bringing oppression and terror to the whole world."

"Huh... I hope His Majesty can devour and fuse the power of the nine dragon veins."

"This is Yuan Meng's only hope."

Zuo Xiangboyan sighed.

The shock lasted for a long time. Many houses in Yuanmeng Metropolis were unbearable and collapsed directly. The ground even cracked and spread like an abyss.

In the palace, after sighing, Zuo Xiangboyan, who was drinking tea with Tu Lei, changed his face in shock.

"No... this earthquake lasted for a long time!"

Marshal Toure stood up brazenly, looked to the left, and couldn't help saying.

Zuo Xiangboyan couldn't calm down anymore, he didn't care about drinking tea, the teacup in his hand was already broken, and the tea spilled all over the floor.

Pale and frightened.

"Your Majesty... is this... a failure?"

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