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The national teacher has returned to Beijing!

Suddenly, someone shouted in the crowd.

The scholars outside the palace gate were suddenly quiet.

The teahouse was chatting and laughing, as if the ministers who had everything under their control were also stunned.

He... why didn't he die? Wang Shigong said in disbelief.

Xu Yuan guessed: Could it be that he didn't attack Lotus Temple and Guizhen Temple? Hmph, but when he returns to Beijing this time, we can make him die as long as we keep putting pressure on the emperor.

Su Xun slept with the queen, the queen was his daughter, and his Xu family lost all face, Xu Yuan could not wait to pull Su Xun's cramps out of his bones.

Ta Ta Ta Ta...

All round up, hurry up, hurry up!

At this moment, with the sound of hurried horse hooves, the people from the Embroidery Division surrounded the group of scholars.

Su Xun rode his horse unhurriedly behind him.

As for the people of the Tenglong Army, their camp was outside the city, and they could not enter the city without the emperor's decree and warrant.

Surrounded by people from the Embroidery Division, the scholars from all over the country were somewhat panicked.

After all, the emperor did not dare to kill them, but Su Xun did.

Didn't that group of scholars in the capital just die like this two days ago?

Even if Su Xun killed them, the emperor killed Su Xun in order to quell the anger of the world's scholars, what use would it do to them?

Dang bang~

Suddenly, the commander of the Embroidery Division threw the two heads in front of the scholars and shouted: The national teacher went on an expedition, destroyed the Lotus Temple and Guizhen Temple, and personally killed Wangkong, the host of the Lotus Temple, and the ancestors of Lotus and the others. Yu Fei, the head of Guizhenguan!

boom!

The whole place exploded in an instant.

Impossible! Impossible, Lotus ancestor is a Martial Saint, how could he kill Martial Saint!

Who knows where you found two heads to pretend to be, the Lotus Temple and Guizhen View will never be destroyed!

That's right, it must be fake...

The scholars did not believe this at all, because in their cognition, Lotus Temple and Guizhen View could not be destroyed anyway.

In the teahouse, Wang Shigong and the others looked at each other in dismay.

Seeing Su Xun's safe return with their own eyes, and thinking that there was no news from Lotus Temple and Guizhen Temple in the past two days, they were already a little empty.

The next second, Su Xun stepped into the air.

boom!

Immediately afterwards, a vast divine might poured out from Su Xun's body, and he transformed into the body of a god emperor. His figure suddenly rose several meters, like a giant overlooking the heaven and earth.

In the same sentence, after knowing that Wu Sheng is not his opponent, he has nothing to worry about in this world.

Don't pretend, I'll showdown, I'm God!

Everyone stared blankly at this scene.

Impossible? You told this god that it was impossible?

Su Xun opened his mouth, and his voice spread throughout the capital, with great power and power, overwhelming the world, making everyone feel their chests are dull and breathless.

Fairy! The national teacher is really a fairy!

My niece, the gods have descended, the gods have descended!

See the gods... See the gods.

All the people in the capital, traders, craftsmen, everyone who saw this scene all knelt down and bowed to Su Xun's divine body.

Those scholars and the ministers in the teahouse looked up at the giant in stunned eyes, as if a thunder had exploded in their minds, leaving a blank space.

Hahaha, I just said that the national teacher is a real immortal, and those stocks are unbelievable, let's see if they still believe it!

Zheng Kun in the palace couldn't help laughing happily when he saw this scene. He could almost already think of the shocked and panicked expressions of those civil servants.

With the support of Su Xun, he can do whatever he wants from now on.

He... It turns out... he is actually a god. He didn't lie to me, but... how is this possible, how is it possible.

In the Hall of Picking Stars, Empress Xu looked up at the huge figure, her eyes were first shocked and then dazed, and she had fallen into self-doubt.

Don't you want to cut off the head of the god, the god is standing here, and the head is so good, who dares to take it!

Every word of Su Xun was like a thunderous explosion, which was deafening.

Those scholars were pale and sweaty, and their souls were almost shattered.

God...the gods calm down, gods calm down, we know we're wrong, we know we're wrong.

Grandpa Immortal, spare your life, we don't dare anymore, we will go back now, and we will never come to the capital in this life.

It's all Wang Shi, Duke Xiang, and the others who asked us to do this, gods spare your life...

These eloquent people are also righteous and awe-inspiring scholars at this time, their ugly faces are exposed, and they are crying and screaming, and they sell Wang Shigong and the others without hesitation.

Wang Shigong and the others in the private room above the teahouse were also pale.

Now who would dare not admit that Su Xun is a god?

This horse riding is not a god, what else could it be?

They wanted to cry without tears.

Brother, no, sir, since you are so good, you can show it on the first day.

Then we have already kneeled and licked you, how could we dare to offend you?

Isn't this deliberately tricking people?

Suddenly, they saw a giant hand descend from the sky and head straight for the teahouse where they were.

Everyone had a look of horror on their faces.

Master Guo Shi, spare your life, spare your life, old man, I know I'm wrong, please let me go.

The iron-boned King Shigong knelt down.

Master National Teacher, I'm the father of the Empress, a husband and wife a hundred days a day, please spare me.

Forgive your life, Master National Teacher...

At this moment, these high-ranking people who calculated Su Xun were so frightened that they cried and cried.

But the big hand patted it without stopping.

For the sake of face and pomp, they wrapped up the teahouse. As for the first-floor cook and Xiao Er, they had already gone out to worship the gods.

So now there are only Wang Shigong and the others in the entire teahouse.

Su Xun slammed down and killed all the people who should be killed, and there were no innocent bystanders.

Under the palm of this god, anyone who can survive will not be held accountable by this god.

The voice fell, and the giant palm also fell.

boom!

The teahouse was instantly smashed by a palm.

Everyone is afraid, is this the power of God, it is really hopeless.

Su Xun retracted his palm, and in the teahouse that was smashed into scum, there were no living people, only scum.

After all, how could a mere mortal survive under the palm of a god?

Therefore, from the moment they targeted Su Xun repeatedly, their fate was doomed.

Su Xun has never been a great sage who repays grievances with virtue.

If you have hatred, you have to take revenge, and if you kill all your enemies, then you will have no enemies.

It is a capital crime to blaspheme against God, but God is merciful, and hereby grants you a way to live. Those who scatter their family wealth to help the people in disasters can live. Those who violate it, the God will take the head.

Su Xun gave those scholars a way to live, but he also had to make them suffer, and by the way, he harvested a wave of fame and faith among the people.

It's better to use the waste this way than to kill them.

After all, he had already killed a wave of scholars in the capital before, and it would be a little scary to kill him again.