Chapter 310: Dialogue with the Confucian Sage, Enlightenment, the Five Animals of Supreme Treasure Enter the Third Level

Xiliang City, Academy.

Listening to the waves in the bamboo sea, the sound of waves made by the dense and stretched leaves enveloped the entire academy. Today, the academy is very famous in Xiliang City.

In addition to the former Wenyuan Master Wang Banshan in charge of the academy, it is also because the Wenqu Stele was taken from Lin'an Wenyuan by the An family and placed in Xiliang City.

The Wenqu Stele is of great significance to the scholars of the world, because the Wenqu Stele contains Haoran. If a scholar can obtain Haoran, it is a recognition of his own cultivation and knowledge.

Therefore, all the scholars in the world gathered in Xiliang and studied hard in order to obtain the qualification to extradite Haoran in front of the Wenqu Stele.

In addition to the spread of Master Wang Banshan's thoughts, and the fact that Xiliang Academy was built with the consent of the An family, for a time, all the scholars in the world gathered 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 aura floating in the entire academy, echoing in every corner. It is the literary aura, the literary aura of scholars.

Many scholars still don’t know what happened, but they feel that at this moment, their understanding of knowledge and some problems in learning are solved, as if with the help of God, and their consciousness is clear.

In front of the Wenqu Monument.

Wang Banshan and Zhu Huoxi have long been pushed back far away by the inexplicable force, and their figures are scattered in the bamboo sea. They can vaguely see the surroundings of the monument sweeping and the literary aura rolling!

Wang Banshan’s eyes are shining, and his heart is shocked.

Zhu Huoxi stroked his beard, incredulous.

"Mr. An... is indeed a natural scholar. The Wenqu Monument can actually produce such a big fluctuation. I have been studying for so many years, and I have never seen any scholar who can cause such a great aura."

Zhu Huoxi sighed.

Even the poets of the previous dynasty’s heyday could hardly cause such changes in the Wenqu Monument.

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

"However, if the Wenqu Stele can help you, and can make you gain a lot, or even help you break through at the spiritual level, that is enough, and it is an honor for our academy."

Wang Banshan sighed.

He knew too well the status and importance of Anle in the human world today.

Anle had just suppressed the Ascension Land arranged by the Heavens in the human world, and resisted a plan by the Heavens. Such a person is the glory of the entire human world and is closely related to the future of the human world.

The matter of the Ascension Land has already shown that the Heavens have the intention to interfere in the human world. Although Anle has sealed the Ascension Land, can it really guarantee that the Ascension Land will not continue to be opened up in the future? Will the immortals from the Heavens not enter the human world again and bring a huge threat?

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

And the stronger Anle's cultivation is, the greater the possibility of overcoming the crisis.

Therefore, he felt that it was an honor for the Wenqu Stele to help Anle.

The two stood quietly in the bamboo sea, in a good mood. They didn't know what Anle could get from the Wenqu Monument.

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

"Maybe... Young Master can see the Confucian and Taoist saints from the Wenqu Monument."

Wang Banshan thought for a while and said.

...

...

Anle's spiritual power slowly immersed in the Wenqu Monument.

The scene in front of him also began to change a lot. He saw a vast and boundless sea. The water was sparkling, but there was also starlight, which seemed very empty, as if there was no end at a glance.

Anle wore a Confucian robe, with his hands behind his back, strolling in this sea of ​​stars.

Looking far into the distance, it was endless, and he couldn't tell the direction, couldn't see the end and the goal, and there was not even a cliff.

"Inside the Wenqu Monument, the sea of ​​learning is endless."

Anle was thoughtful.

Now he has a strong spiritual power, so he will naturally not be panicked at all, and he has his own cultivation, so he is also full of confidence.

He walked slowly, neither hurried nor slow, walking on the sea, and the calm sea surface was covered with ripples.

With every step Anle took, he seemed to hear the sound of "Reading Less" in his ears.

He looked down at the starry sea below, but found that the sea surface seemed to have turned into a huge screen. He was walking alone on the sea surface, and on the other side of the sea, there were scenes rotating.

In the picture, there were children wearing coarse cloth clothes, studying diligently and hard, herding cattle while studying.

There were also scholars who were rushing to take exams, lighting lamps at night, hanging their heads on beams and piercing their legs with needles.

There were also young people who were not deterred by wind and rain, getting up at dawn every day, crossing the rugged mountain roads, wearing out countless straw sandals, and coming to the private school to study, just to smell the fragrance of books and peek into the sea of ​​knowledge.

…

As Anle walked, with every step he took, there would be a picture of scholars studying diligently and hard in the ripples, like ink smudges.

Anle read very seriously and diligently, which is a quality that every reader must have.

After seeing too many pictures, Anle's mind was slightly shaken, and perhaps he had some insights, but with his current level of spiritual river, this level of influence could not improve his spiritual power too much.

After walking for an unknown period of time, and seeing too many pictures of diligent and hard study reflected on the other side of the sea, Anle's heart was as calm as still water.

Suddenly, the journey ahead in the vast sea came to an end.

A mountain rose from the ground, towering like clouds.

Anle stopped and looked up. He saw a figure sitting on the top of the mountain. Haoran turned into a long river and slowly flowed, like a sacred dragon, winding around the mountain and forming a mountain road.

His eyes were attracted by the figure, just because the figure was sitting, it attracted all the light between heaven and earth.

Above the figure, two words appeared. Just floating, they exuded an extremely rich origin.

"Haoran."

Anle looked at the word and couldn't help but read it out.

Then, his eyes slightly showed a strange color.

"Source Talisman."

"Complete Source Talisman."

Anle had mastered the complete Source Talisman of Time, so he naturally knew the difference between the aura of the complete Source Talisman and the aura of the incomplete Source Talisman.

Moreover, Anle could feel the great power contained in this Source Talisman.

It seemed to be completely condensed by Haoran.

Seeing this Haoran source symbol, Anle suddenly realized why the Wenqu Monument could continuously generate Haoran power, allowing scholars all over the world to bring Haoran to themselves.

It turned out that... the Wenqu Monument contained a complete Haoran source symbol!

"My friend, since you are here, let's go up the mountain."

Suddenly, a voice with a smile came to Anle's ears.

Anle looked at the figure, but saw that the figure who could not see clearly was also looking at Anle, with wisdom and elegance in his eyes.

After dusting off his Confucian robe, Anle clasped his fists and bowed, then stepped onto the mountain from the sea and began to climb the mountain.

When stepping on the mountain, Anle raised his eyebrows, because every inch of this mountain was actually made of books.

"Book mountain..."

Anle took a deep breath.

In Wenqu, you can see the sea of ​​learning and the mountain of books...

Anle suddenly understood who the figure sitting on the top of the mountain would be, a Confucian and Taoist saint.

The creator of Confucianism and Taoism in the world, the ancestor of scholars, opened the wisdom of ignorant people.

For scholars all over the world, meeting the Confucian saint is like worshipping.

However, Anle is no longer the weak scholar who just crossed over and entered Lin'an. He is a strong man in the eleventh realm, and has a distinguished record in both heaven and earth.

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

The scenery of the Book Mountain is very good. After a while, Anle climbed to the top of the mountain.

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

In the sea of ​​learning, the picture of scholars studying diligently is reflected.

"Junior Anle, meet the senior."

Anle looked at the old man sitting on the rock on the top of the mountain, wearing a Confucian robe. Although the old man has white beard and white hair, he is burly, with the momentum of carrying a tripod and the strength of pulling a mountain. He doesn't look like a scholar, but more like an authentic warrior.

The old man's eyes fell on Anle.

His eyes were full of complexity and emotion.

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

The Confucian Sage said.

Anle smiled, and sat on the ground without any restrictions: "There is a Confucian Sage in the Wenqu Monument. I have guessed it long ago. I felt it when I moved the Wenqu Monument from Lin'an and placed it in Xiliang City."

"The Wenqu Monument and the Wukui Stone, there should be a strong man hidden in the Wukui Stone. It should be related to the military strategists of the various schools of thought."

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

"What a smart and intelligent young man."

The Confucian Sage smiled and looked at Anle with appreciation: "I know everything you have done in the world, and I have some feelings. I feel the changes in the origin of the world more clearly."

"You have brought different changes to the world."

"The more skilled you are, the bolder you are."

The Confucian Sage exclaimed.

Saying that Anle is skilled and bold is not a mockery, but a sincere compliment.

After all, Anle fought Zhao Xianyou alone, and after defeating him, he sealed the Ascension Land with his own strength... If this is not skilled and bold, what is it?

Zhao Xianyou is the reincarnation of the Zhenwu Emperor, that is the Zhenwu Emperor!

The controller of the top forces in the heavens, one of the few extreme strong men in the heavens!

Anle smiled, clasped his fists and bowed: "Senior, you are too kind, but the cultivation in the human world is already exhausted. If the Ascension Land is opened up, it can restore the cultivation in the human world in a short time, but in the long run, it will bring endless troubles."

"The heavens are a world, and the human world is also a world. We can't let the human world become the back garden of the heavens. That is unfair to the people in the human world. As people who stand at the top of the cultivation in the human world, we should stand up as we should."

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

Not everyone has enough courage to do such a thing.

After all, what we have to face is... God!

The burly Confucian sage heard this, and the satisfaction on his face became more and more intense.

On the top of the book mountain, the breeze was blowing gently. The Confucian sage and Anle had a good chat. The two talked about a lot, about practice, about knowledge, about the soul, etc.

The Confucian sage has a deep background, which surprised Anle. For practice, the Confucian sage also has a unique understanding, and at the spiritual level, the Confucian sage seems to be extremely high, which can give Anle a kind of enlightenment.

You know, Anle's power at the spiritual level has reached the third level.

The Confucian sage can still give an analysis, which means that the Confucian sage at the spiritual level... may not be weaker than Anle, and even surpass Anle.

However, this is not surprising.

As a human legend who created Confucianism and Taoism, the Confucian sage was actually from the same era as the first emperor Ying Qin. He left a legend to the world and then disappeared from the world, leaving only the Wenqu stele.

But in fact, the glory of the era of various schools of thought was a grand event in the world.

Created many strong men.

"The Wenqu Monument is made of my Origin Talisman. My Origin Talisman contains extremely huge awe. I created Wenqu with my awe-inspiring aura so that scholars all over the world can have a goal."

"Haoran is actually a kind of spiritual power."

"If you want to break through the third level of spiritual power... this is not an easy task."

The Confucian Sage'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 with his soul. However, after the spiritual holy level, his physical body cannot bear it, so his body is destroyed and he can no longer live in the world."

The Confucian sage sighed.

"The old man left a monument of literary works in the world, and left a ray of spiritual power in Xuehai Shushan. It is to remind future generations that one day, if they want to take the road to the spiritual level, it is indispensable to temper the physical body."

"Ying Qin created the practice method and developed the physical training and spiritual training. In fact, the influence of aging was also involved."

"Although dual-pronged practice will be very difficult, waste a lot of time, and kill many geniuses, but... this is actually a path to the extreme."

The Confucian sage looked at Anle with deep eyes and said.

Hearing this, An Le couldn't help but be enlightened, his eyes sparkling. No wonder the First Emperor Ying Qin would promote a brand new practice, not just physical exercise or spiritual training, but a two-pronged approach to physical training and spiritual training.

It turned out that there was guidance from Confucian sages behind it.

No wonder Anle felt her soul move when she saw the figure of the Confucian sage. The other person had indeed reached the holy level at the spiritual level.

However, when Anle asked humbly how to break through the spiritual realm of the holy level, the Confucian sage just shook his head.

"You need to discover this path yourself. Hearts and thoughts are the most precious and unique things for everyone. You need to find the path yourself."

"If it can be taught and taught, there will be very few strong people in the world who can step into the spiritual level of the holy level."

The Confucian Sage looked at Anle, shook his head and said regretfully.

When Anle heard this, he was not too disappointed, or rather he had expected it.

Otherwise, there is no need for him to gather the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought to seek opportunities for spiritual breakthrough.

Anle chatted a lot with Confucian Sage on the top of the mountain of books. Confucian Sage was very easy-going. Although it was just a ray of spiritual will, he gave Anle a lot of inspiration.

After a long time, Anle stood up, clasped his fists and bowed to say goodbye.

The burly figure of the Confucian sage also stood up. He also raised his Confucian shirt lightly and clasped his fists in the gesture of a scholar.

"Perhaps, you and I will meet again. I hope that by then, your soul will have broken through the third level and become the backbone of the world, holding up the sky in the world."

The Confucian sage said with a smile.

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

"You and I can talk about it later."

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

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

The words are finished.

The breeze blew slowly, and Anle's figure on the mountain of books had disappeared.

…

…

There are waves in the bamboo sea, and green waves rise and fall one after another.

In front of Beilu, the strong wind began to slowly subside.

An Le's white clothes were flying, and the spiritual power that had penetrated the Wenqu Monument gradually withdrew, taking out with it a strong sense of awe.

These awe-inspiring powers rolled like a long river, flowing into the Niwan Palace of Anle, and integrated into the long river of the soul, making the long river of the soul that had just been integrated with the Sword Bell Sword Intent grow again, and slowly moved forward towards breaking through the third level.

Master Wang Banshan and Zhu Huoxi floated over and landed outside Beilu.

Looking at An Le with some amazement, looking at An Le bathing in the vastness, his heart surged.

After a long time, Anle slowly opened his eyes. The deep eyes seemed to contain the starry sky. The powerful fluctuations of spiritual power spread, making the two wives feel depressed and heavy.

Anle bowed towards the Wenqu stele, then stood up and looked at the two masters.

The three of them slowly walked out of Beilu, strolled through the bamboo sea, and continued chatting.

"The Wenqu Monument is an opportunity left by the Confucian saints in the world. Perhaps if you concentrate on studying and do not involve spiritual practice, it will be difficult to achieve anything in the future. But with the Wenqu Monument here, if you can become famous in reading and extradite Haoran, The future... will not be much weaker than those who focus on cultivation.”

"Confucianism and Taoism are 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.

An Le, carrying the ink pool on his waist, spoke to the two masters.

Zhu Huoxi fell into deep thought, while Wang Banshan looked happy: "Did the young master meet the saint in the Wenqu stele?"

Anle nodded.

"Senior Confucian Sage is a powerful man whose mind transcends the third level. I benefited a lot from talking with him. This passage is also what Senior Confucian Sage meant."

"Concentrate on studying, do good knowledge, educate the world, and gain great achievements. This is the way for scholars."

Zhu Huoxi and Wang Banshan suddenly looked solemn after hearing this.

The two clasped their fists and bowed deeply.

"Thank you, Master, for preaching."

The two of them are very solemn and represent the respect and gratitude for An Le among scholars all over the world.

Anle smiled and waved her hand, saying goodbye in return.

Taking one step forward, it turned into a stream of light and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Zhu Huoxi and Wang Banshan withdrew their gaze.

Zhu Huoxi's eyes were deep and a smile appeared on the corners of his lips: "Old Wang, the young master's words made me understand that I am on the right path... and strengthened my determination to continue on this path."

Wang Banshan stroked his beard and smiled, looking back at Beilu.

I saw as vast as a dragon.

…

…

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

Anle has gained a lot spiritually.

The sword bells in Jianchi Palace and the Wenqu stele in the academy have greatly strengthened his spiritual river. Although he is still far away from reaching the holy level, at least it is growing, which is good news.

The strength of the soul requires a strong enough physical body to carry it. This is the experience of Confucian sages.

The joy of mastering the virtual and real sword energy is very recognized.

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

However, Anle may not need to worry about this. His physical strength is rare in the world. He has mastered the ancestral scriptures of human beings. His tempered body is so strong that he stands on the top of the world and the heaven.

Even in heaven, there are very few people who want to rival him on the physical level.

After communicating with the Confucian sage today, Anle felt like he was enlightened. He could no longer suppress the improvement of his physical training.

He may be able to devote his body and mind to the enhancement of his physical body, because the stronger the physical body, the more stable and sufficient the mind will be.

Anle was previously worried that the physical body had stepped into the eleven realms, but the mind had not broken through, which would cause an imbalance between the two.

But after communicating with Confucian sages, I no longer have this worry.

After bidding farewell to his two masters and leaving the academy, Anle went to visit Lu Yishan, Li Youan and others. However, their understanding at the spiritual level was limited, and Anle did not stay long. He just collected the energy of the years and then left.

Return to the Seventh Mountain.

Night falls, as deep as an abyss.

Dark clouds were rolling in, and no stars could be seen.

Anle returned to the yard, popped up the ink pool, and inserted it into the old locust tree. With a thought, the five internal organs shone with brilliance, and the five true spirits jumped out and began to devour and refine the energy in the sacred green bronze innate Bagua mirror.

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

When the Five Treasure Birds devoured energy to strengthen themselves.

Anle is immersed in the long river of the soul, and begins to observe the scene of the sword intention on the sword bell, so that each sword intention is integrated into the long river of the soul, strengthening the power of the long river.

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

boom!

!

Finally, on the fourth day, a beam of light shot up from the top of the mountain, one, two, three... five in a row, the precious light spread straight into the sky!

Five real spirits of five birds stand across the top of the mountain, emitting deafening roars and cries.

The five true spirits, the Demonic Tiger, the Fierce Bear, the Divine Deer, the Demonic Ape and the Sword Crane... after devouring the power of the holy artifact, they were finally promoted one after another. The five great treasures were promoted to the third level one after another!

Sitting in the small courtyard, the aura on Anle's body is rising steadily. Above the physical body, the five internal organs are emitting brilliant light. The improvement of the five precious animals has a great effect on the strengthening of Anle's physical body.

The biggest benefit is that I have successfully comprehended the sixth chapter of the Humanity Ancestor Sutra, and sutras have begun to emerge!

After regaining her breath, Anle slowly opened her eyes with a calm expression.

"The physical body is getting stronger and stronger. The five precious animals have reached the third level. The physical body has been improved again. The sixth chapter of the Ancestor Sutra of Humanity has also been enlightened. Next, I have to go to the fourth senior sister to get the sixth Mountain and River Cauldron... …The physical body will then be even more powerful.”

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

…

…

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

A tense atmosphere enveloped the entire city.

Emperor Yuanmeng went into seclusion. After returning from Lin'an, he immediately went into seclusion without any action. All matters of the Yuanmeng Empire were handed over to Zuo Xiang Boyan.

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

Although Emperor Yuanmeng also defeated the power of God, there was a gap compared to Anle's ease and ease.

Emperor Yuanmeng had no confidence that he could win against the current Anle, so... the pressure came.

This pressure also spread to the entire Yuan Meng.

After all, as the god of the Yuanmeng Empire, if Emperor Yuanmeng were defeated, it would mean the defeat of the Yuanmeng Empire. There was basically no suspense. No one could carry an entire country like Emperor Yuanmeng.

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

Emperor Yuanmeng could only lead Yuanmeng to a comeback unless he defeated Anle and killed Anle.

Otherwise, Yuan Meng would be at a huge disadvantage in terms of comparison between strong men.

King Kunpeng, the two Dragon Lords of Donghai and Beihai, as well as veteran strongmen such as the Old Sword Master and the Old Heavenly Master, have all set foot in the Eleventh Realm. The strongmen in the Eleventh Realm can basically affect the situation of the battle.

Therefore, Boyan was also under great pressure, so much so that he could hardly breathe and could not see any hope of victory.

In the palace, Zuo Xiang Boyan put down the langhao pen in his hand because someone came from outside the palace.

Marshal Ture appeared wearing armor and a slump on his face.

"Prime Minister Zuo, Your Majesty...haven't you come out of confinement yet?"

Tu Lei was tall, broad-shouldered, with a round waist, and his face was full of beard. He seemed a bit arrogant, but he was very cautious when he asked questions at this moment.

"No."

Boyan shook his head, sat across from Marshal Tu Lei, 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 have all been uprooted and are no longer heard. Lu Yishan's methods were ruthless. After taking over many cities in Da Zhao, he has now Stabilized the situation.”

"Ye Longsheng, Di Zang, and Zhong Shiji, the peerless military generals of the former Zhao Dynasty, all wanted to cross the river to attack us immediately and regain the lost territory in China. The border troops stationed on the Canglang River reported that they had seen Ye Jiajun and Zhong Jiajun. flag.”

"The Allied Forces' Northern Expedition...should be coming soon."

Tu Lei rubbed his rough hair, rubbed his face, and exhaled, his face full of bitterness.

After a ritual-like operation, Zuo Xiang Boyan poured a cup of tea for Toure.

"Have a cup of tea and calm down."

Boyan himself poured a cup of tea and drank it.

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

"The coalition forces are coming fiercely. Once they cross the Canglang River, the Yuanmeng Iron Cavalry may not be able to stop them. The main thing is that they have strong men from the eleventh realm to guard them... Once we fight, we will be defeated."

Touré looked sad.

Only after he reached the ten realms in cultivation did he understand the horror of the eleventh realm, which was an unstoppable realm.

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

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

"Prime Minister Zuo... How about asking His Majesty if there is a way for us to also set foot in the Eleventh Realm?"

Suddenly, Zuo Xiang Boyan narrowed his eyes, lowered his voice and whispered.

Zuo Xiangbo opened his eyes suddenly and looked at him sharply.

"Are you thinking about shit?"

Boyan said sharply.

Tu Lei touched his nose: "Since Your Majesty can allow nine of us to break through to the tenth realm, maybe there is a way for me to enter the eleventh realm..."

Zuo Xiang Boyan shook his head: "Don't think about these things for the time being. If possible, Your Majesty will definitely give us a chance. Your Majesty has not said that, and we...can't ask."

"Don't say a word."

Tu Lei felt the seriousness of Zuo Xiang Boyan, and his expression became solemn.

boom!

Suddenly.

The entire Yuanmeng City suddenly shook, like an earth dragon turning over. The entire city was shaking uncontrollably, with dust shaking off and smoke billowing.

Boyan and Tu Lei have become accustomed to it.

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

This momentum is indeed terrifying.

"I hope your Majesty can succeed. Now I understand a little bit about the fear that Zhao had when facing Yuan Meng..."

"Today's Anle is just like His Majesty back then... He brought depression and terror to the entire world."

"Huh... I hope your majesty can swallow the power of merging the nine dragon veins."

"This is Yuan Meng's only hope."

Zuo Xiang Boyan sighed.

The shaking lasted for a long time. Many houses in Yuanmeng Metropolis could not bear it and collapsed directly. The ground cracked and cracked, spreading like an abyss.

In the palace, after sighing, Zuo Xiang Boyan, who was drinking tea with Tu Lei, changed his expression in shock.

"No...the earthquake this time lasted a bit long!"

Marshal Tu Lei stood up boldly, looked at the left prime minister, and couldn't help but say.

Zuo Xiang Boyan could no longer calm down and did not care about drinking tea. The tea cup in his hand had long been broken and the tea was spilled on the floor.

Pale and frightened.

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

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