The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 3037 I didn’t know I was a guest in the dream

"How do such incompetent, shameless and unwise monarchs have the dignity to stand in the world? How do they have the dignity to sit on the dragon throne!"

"Why did people in Qingjing leave the city empty? Why was Qingguo banned from sea for many years? Why did Xiangzhou return to Jingguo? In the past two years, why was the number of scholars in Qingguo surpassed by Jingguo, a small country with a small population? As a leader of a country, You, you just don’t know how to work hard and forge ahead. , you still try to shirk responsibility and say you have no choice! Why don’t you say you have no choice when you are having fun and dancing every night? Why don’t you say you have no choice when you are playing nepotism?”

"When you sit on the dragon throne and say that you have no choice but to do so, you are destined to be sent to the execution ground and have the Huanshou knife drink the blood of your crime!"

Fang Yun said as he glanced at the people in the miscellaneous family below.

"If someone said that Jingjing killed Fang Yun on the first day of the new year, a few days later, every city wall, every street, and every roof in Jingjing would be filled with people from Jingguo! They may not know how to save me, but they I am willing to die with my Fang Yun! Because our Fang Yun’s blood flows from Ji County to Yuhai City, from Beijing to Ning’an City, from Shengxu to Liangjie Mountain, from Haiya Ancient Land to Longcheng, Flows from Kunlun Mountain to the West Sea!”

"How many people are left in the huge Qingjing! What has he Qingjun done for Qingguo and the human race! The shouts of the people, the roars of the living people, and the hoarse remonstrances of the scholars can't move your hard-hearted hearts. Why are you crying when a Qingjun is trampled under my feet? Tell me!"

In the image of Xu Louzhu on the list, Fang Yun gathered all his strength and shouted the final question with all his strength as an ordinary person.

Fang Yun's voice, through the light curtains of the holy temples in various places, spread throughout the Shengyuan Continent, to all ancient places with holy temples, and to every city in the Qing Kingdom.

The crying from all over the Qing Kingdom suddenly stopped.

Everyone saw Qingjun sobbing loudly.

"I'm wrong! It's me who's wrong! It's me who's sorry for my ancestors, it's me who's sorry for the common people! Kill me, kill me! Fang Sheng, please kill me! I'm wrong, I am a foolish king, and it was I who ruined the Qing Kingdom..."

Qingjun cried loudly.

Fang Yun removed his feet from Qing Jun's head and said in a very calm tone: "He is the one who should cry."

Qingjun continued to cry.

Across the Qing Kingdom, many people had red eyes, but they no longer shed tears for Qing Jun.

Fang Yun looked down at everyone in the Za family and said: "In the name of the human race, I sentence Lord Qing to behead him in public display!"

Everyone in the Za family below felt sad and angry, but no one cried anymore.

Fang Yun looked at the spring rain outside the window and the slightly smaller Ao Zhou in the rain, and said: "Qingjun, do you still remember that I wanted to write a poem for you? After many years, that poem has been repeated in my heart, and today it is Officially sending it off to you for a great trip.”

After Fang Yun finished speaking, he held Qing Jun by the back of his neck and walked out of the hall. As he walked, he recited "Lang Tao Sha Ling"

"The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, the spring is fading, and the quilt can't stand the cold at midnight. In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while."

"Don't lean on the railing when you're alone. There are infinite rivers and mountains. It's easy to say goodbye but hard to see others. When the water falls and the flowers fall, the spring is gone. It's heaven and earth."

Fang Yun’s voice echoed everywhere.

The rain gurgled outside the door, and the new spring spirit seemed to be withered by the rain. When the chill hits at the fifth watch, the silk quilt can protect against the cold weather, but it cannot stop the coldness in the heart.

Qingjun seemed to be awakened by the cold outside. He had no idea that the glory and wealth in the past was like a dream, only a short-lived joy, and that he was just a passer-by in the dream.

Qingjun, don’t lean on the fence and look far away at the great country of Qing, because it is no longer your country. It is easy to leave that country, but it is impossible to think about it again.

Everything in the past, like spring water and red flowers, will eventually pass.

In the past, the imperial life in dreams seemed to be in heaven. Today, in the cold spring morning, it is the real world.

Qing Jun no longer cried, but was in a daze. All the past events appeared in front of his eyes. The prince who once vowed to make the Qing country prosperous and the people peaceful, the king who was ready to work hard to govern, the wise king who used to sit at his desk day and night to approve memorials, and that The moment when he finally realized that all his efforts had been wiped out by one word from the Zong family.

At that time, Qingjun finally knew that the king was not the master of Qingguo, but the sage was.

From then on, Qing Jun indulged in wine and singing every night.

"I didn't know I was a guest in my dream..."

Qingjun's nose felt sour and tears fell again.

In the eyes of others, he is the king of the country, but in the eyes of the Zong Sheng, he is just a puppet, a tool for the Zong Sheng to realize his holy way.

The king of Qingguo is just a passer-by in Qingguo, with nothing but short-term happiness.

"Heaven and earth..."

Qingjun suddenly remembered that many years ago, his mentor stood in front of him, looking at the bright moon in the sky.

"Are you willing to give up everything for Qingjun's position?"

"Students are willing!"

"Including yourself."

"Including myself!"

Qingjun suddenly looked at the sky outside the door and shouted at the top of his lungs: "I don't want to!"

The spring rain of Qing Dynasty stopped suddenly and the sky cleared up.

Ao Zhou turned to look at the sky in confusion.

"You didn't do it." Fang Yun said as he stepped out of the threshold.

Qingjun was stunned for a moment, and the light of survival in his eyes suddenly dimmed.

"Yes, it was me who failed to do it. It was me who let down my mentor, my ancestors, and who I was back then."

In the image of Xulouzhu in the discussion list, the moment Fang Yun stepped out of the threshold of Qianqing Palace, a crack in space appeared. Fang Yun held Qingjun's neck, walked in, and appeared at the execution ground in Qingjing.

The white light of dawn fell lightly on the execution ground.

The rainwater on the ground was frozen.

Everyone saw that Fang Yun grabbed the air with his left hand, and a Jingguo sword and axe-hand appeared out of thin air, and at the same time, a decapitating ring-headed sword fell to the ground.

Fang Yun just glanced at the swordsman and the axe-hand, and sent a message from his spiritual mind. The man immediately knelt on the ground and said, "Young man, I obey!"

Fang Yun flicked his hand, and Qing Jun knelt on the ground.

Qingjun's eyes widened with a look of shock on his face. He seemed to be struggling with all his strength and his whole body was shaking. However, he always remained in a kneeling position, unable to stand up or fall to the ground.

"Behead and make a decision."

After Fang Yun finished speaking, the axe-wielding man showed a ruthless expression and fierceness. He suddenly tore open his clothes, revealing his strong upper body. He picked up the ring-shou knife and rushed over. He took a deep breath and shouted angrily. White mist sprays thinly.

The ring-shou knife moves from top to bottom, like drawing a crescent moon in the sky.

Heads fell to the ground, blood shot to the sky.

Fang Yun waved his hand, and the knife and ax hand disappeared, while the ring-shou knife was still in place.

The blood on the blade had solidified, reflecting Qingjun's dim eyes.

Fang Yun turned around and faced Qing Jing, his body floating up. Ao Zhou hurried over and respectfully rested his head on Fang Yun's soles.

The Qingjing Holy Temple rises from the ground and turns into a white light, casting towards the Holy Courtyard in the distance.

Fang Yun slowly stretched out his right hand while rising.

The other four fingers are curled up and the index finger is extended.

Use your index finger to press lightly, as if pressing a fingerprint.

The entire Qingjing was shaken heavily, and the surrounding ground cracked, eventually forming a ring-shaped crack.

Rumble...

Qingjing suddenly sank, and water from the surrounding Jiuhe River poured in.

Within a dozen breaths, Qingjing disappeared, replaced by a huge lake.