Chapter 672: Means

Seeing the plane fly away, Long Aoyun sighed, this road of revenge is a long way to go! But thinking this way in his heart, Long Aoyun said to the Chixia sect beside him: "Sorry, it's not that I don't want to help, you have seen the situation."

"I see!" The envoy of Chixia sect looked displeased, and did not give Long Aoyun a good look.

Long Aoyun was no longer the child who didn't know anything back then, but he suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, expressing a little bit of displeasure, a little bit of embarrassment and a little bit of annoyance on the surface just right.

The two waited quietly in the sky, and about an hour later, a change occurred in the distance. First there was a burst of bright light, and then the white clouds in the sky suddenly scattered.

The next moment, blazing white and red flames rolled, and then two white mushroom clouds rose up.

But soon, the white mushroom cloud climbed up to black and red, looking weird and ugly, and rose rapidly, passing through layer after layer of floating clouds.

On the ground, flames rose and spread, and from a distance, the air seemed to be trembling.

Countless monster races soared into the sky, but soon fell down with crackling noises, as much as they flew up and as much as they fell. The distance is too far to hear the sound, but through the telescope, you can see the burnt body of Yaozu, the expression of fear, the howl of despair...

After seeing these two mushroom clouds separated by more than five thousand kilometers, Long Aoyun still felt palpitations.

'This is... the Skyfire Bomb~~~' Whether it was Long Aoyun or the envoy of Chixia Sect, they were all stunned and unbelievable. The two watched quietly like this, forgetting about everything else.

See the mushroom cloud turn into a black cloud, revealing its ugliest side.

I saw countless smoke and dust rising into the sky, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

Seeing the evil spirit in the sky was washed away, but soon there was a crazier evil spirit rolling up again.

After a long time, when the mushroom cloud began to spread, Chi Qingfeng's plane returned, and he paused for a moment in front of the two of them, "My mission has been completed, remember to send someone to investigate after 24 hours. Farewell."

After speaking, the plane accelerated instantly and disappeared into the sky like lightning.

There is no need to repeat the situation after 24 hours, it is naturally miserable. There is only one thing, Tenglongjian Patriarch, Jiaolong, and Yuntengjiao escaped again, but they are also in a daze at this time.

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However, it has been several days since Junxian took up the post of Yushicheng in Fertile Earth Shenzhou and Qiyao Shenting.

At first, Junxian was very excited, but after a few days of excitement, Junxian found helplessly that reality and imagination were completely different things.

In fact, the position of Yu Shicheng sounds awesome, but in Qiyao Shenting, this is an idle job!

It should be said that many of the powers of Yushicheng and Zhongshuling overlap, but Zhongshuling's status is one level lower. Naturally, any emperor will definitely have a choice.

Moreover, because Yushicheng has been vacant for a long time, there is not even a government office to handle affairs, and there is no need to think about supporting institutions. There is only one prime minister's mansion where he lives, but it is prosperous, with countless servants. But these servants are all eyeliners, some belong to the emperor, and even belong to other official families.

So after Junxian came to Qiyao Shenting, the biggest thing is to chat with the emperor. Of course, it is inevitable to talk about some state affairs and so on during the chat. But this did not satisfy Junxian!

'Okay, you guys are going to play me like a monkey! ’ Junxian narrowed his eyes, but the expression quickly disappeared, and he returned to the image of a loyal and sage.

Just at this time, the butler came in, "Master, Zhongshuling Situ Yuanhang is visiting. Although Situ Yuanhang is Zhongshuling, he has been drinking a lot lately."

It is not an ordinary person who can be a housekeeper for Junxian, and one must understand the forms in the imperial capital. In one simple sentence, it said what needed to be said.

The corner of Junxian's mouth curled up, knowing it well. I have been drinking a lot recently, and there is something in this statement - I didn't drink much in the past, but recently I started to drink more. Is this obviously an excuse to drink away my worries? There is a saying how to say - use wine to relieve sorrow and worry more!

So, what worries can Zhongshu Ling, who is the emperor's secretary-general, have? Obviously, this worry came from the emperor! At least it has something to do with the emperor!

With this in mind, Junxian came out to meet Zhongshu Commander Situ Yuanhang. Situ Yuanhang is thin, which makes people feel a bit arrogant; at this time, Situ Yuanhang seems to have a bit of sadness on his face.

But the fact is also the same. Situ Yuanhang is upright and decisive, and it is precisely because of this that he was promoted by the emperor as Zhongshu Ling.

But it must be said that the position of Zhongshuling is not so easy to do. Because there was no Yushicheng in the past, the Zhongshuling was a hub of the imperial court, linking the emperor up and officials down.

After turning these thoughts in Junxian's mind, he welcomed Situ Yuanhang into the mansion with a smile.

After the tea was served, only the housekeeper was left to accompany him, and Jun Xian poured the tea himself, "Jun is new here, and he hesitated to ask Mr. Situ for advice, but he couldn't hold back for a while. But he came to trouble Mr. Situ."

"Where is it?" Situ Yuanhang looked a little more happy, but he also opened up the chatterbox. "I have heard about Mr. Xian's name for a long time, and Situ wanted to visit the mountain not long ago.

Situ has a few questions that I have been puzzled by, so I beg you to answer them. "

Junxian smiled slightly, "Jun is just a woodcutter, if you are not satisfied with the answer, please don't be offended."

"Where is it?" Situ Yuanhang gradually laughed, "The thing is like this, Situ is in this position, succeeding the king at the top and officials at the bottom. All kinds of troubles are not enough for outsiders to understand.

Although he does things with a clear conscience, but if he is in a dilemma, there is nothing he can do.

Situ has been thinking, how can he truly do something for the common people? "

When Junxian heard this, he immediately laughed, "This matter is not difficult, it's just that Master Situ has got into a dead end."

"Oh? Ask sir."

Junxian said confidently: "If the country is prosperous and prosperous, everything will be solved easily. No matter who is an official, he should not be an official for the sake of being an official, but should be an official for the world.

Only with the world in mind can we refute all unreasonable things with confidence. "

Situ Yuanhang was startled, then got up, left his seat, and bowed down: "Sir, you are a great talent, you can wake up the dreamer with one word. Please accept Situ's bow."

Junxian didn't go to help him up, but accepted it without shame. After Situ Yuanhang sat down again, Junxian continued: "I'm kidding, what I said just now makes sense. Specific things need to be analyzed in detail. I wonder if it is convenient to understand the specific situation?"

"Hey, it's nothing!" Situ Yuanhang sighed, "It's not about the relocation of the people on the 'Northwest Road' recently. The biggest problem with the relocation of the people is how to resettle them.

Qiyao Shenting has eight roads in the east, south, west, north, northeast, southeast, southwest, and northwest, as well as a Zhongzhou road. Among them, the Northwest Road is the largest, with a distance of almost three thousand miles and a population of more than 40 million. How to migrate so many people! "

Junxian immediately understood: "Is it because His Majesty loves the people and wants to move; but the surrounding people disagree?"

"Yes. And now that the evil influence is getting stronger and stronger, the matter is imminent. If this strategy cannot be implemented, how can it not cause people to worry."

"It's simple!" Junxian smiled lightly, but he was confident: "Borrow a way from the 'Guyang Shenting' in the north to settle it."

Um? Situ Yuanhang suddenly raised his head and looked at Junxian in surprise. "Will this start a... war?"

"No, no, no!" Junxian shook his head slightly, but with compassion on his face: "The world is in trouble, and the people are innocent. I just ask the surrounding countries to lend a helping hand, and rescue one by one. The rest are really not enough. , we'll find another way."

Will this strategy work? Situ Yuanhang frowned slightly.

Junxian sighed softly, as if he was talking to himself: "A military strategist has a saying that yin is within yang, not against yang."

Situ Yuanhang trembled when he heard the words, and sipped the tea silently, but his mind was not on the tea at all.

After a while, Situ Yuanhang couldn't wait any longer and got up to leave. After Situ Yuanhang left, Junxian also stood up, and said to the steward next to him, "Huang Hao, I heard that the Eight Immortals Pavilion in the west has a nice view?"

The butler immediately stepped forward and said with a smile: "Yes, sir, and the Baxian Pavilion has a strong academic atmosphere, and famous scholars of all kinds of teachings and nine-rates often come to discuss Taoism."

"Then I'm going to go around. I don't even go to the Eight Immortals Pavilion when I come to the emperor. It really doesn't make sense."

"Immediately." The butler immediately got busy, and soon a simple carriage was ready, but it definitely fit Jun Xian's status, and immediately a pretty maid accompanied Jun Xian to the Eight Immortals Pavilion.

The carriage was leisurely and leisurely, and it took two quarters to arrive at the Eight Immortals Pavilion. The Eight Immortals Pavilion has eight small pavilions connected by corridors. The area is small, but it is beautiful and pleasant. Ordinary people, or those with little real talent, dare not come here.

At this time, there were a few polite and gentle people in the pavilion, gathering together in twos and threes.

As Junxian walked forward, the first thing that caught his eye was a couplet:

A cup of weak tea washes away the turmoil in the world;

A pot of dirty wine is better than thousands of words.

When Junxian walked into the small pavilion, many people immediately turned their heads. Finally, someone recognized Junxian, "It turned out to be Mr. Junxianjun, a famous scholar from Luoxia Peak.

Mr. Jun, I am Qiu Wanning. Thank you for your guidance many years ago, so that students can enter the innate realm of Confucianism (the stage of transforming gods). "

Junxian looked at Qiu Wanning and smiled immediately, "I thought of it, you went there about fifteen years ago. At that time you were struggling with the essence of 'Confucianism'."

"Yes, sir, I still remember the students. Please, sir, let me introduce the people here."

Under Qiu Wanning's introduction, Junxian soon became a guest, and everyone took turns to serve tea and discuss issues. There are academics and political affairs.

After talking for a long time, a person suddenly stood up, "I don't know if the master is recruiting disciples?"

"Shua..." Everyone looked over, staring at Jun Xian without blinking.

Junxian smiled naturally and said: "Jun always loves to be pure, so I haven't considered the matter of this guest for the time being. However, the Prime Minister's Mansion opens doors in all directions, and Jun is willing to communicate with the heroes of the world."

"Okay. I'll give you a toast, sir."