On Tatung Mountain, while the Haozheng Qi continues to radiate in all directions, the long river of Haozheng Qi gradually condenses and shoots a pillar of light towards Zhuge Longxu, who is standing below, enveloping him.
The pure and vast righteous qi continues to flow into Zhuge Longjue’s body, allowing his power to grow extremely quickly without affecting his realm.
It seems that Zhuge Longjue is still the same as in the past, still acting as the ruler of the Long River of Vast Qi.
When he was still at the True Dan realm, he was empowered by the Long River of Vast Qi and could possess the battle power of the Tong Shen realm within the Mountain River Academy.
Now, with the completion of the Long River of Qi, it is time for him to be enchanted once again, so that he can use his enchantment to bring his battle power to the level of the strongest.
This was also an insurance mechanism set up by Meng Shanhe.
After all, he was the only strongest person in the Confucian Sect, so if the Confucian Sect was attacked by a strongest person after he left, they would be able to use the Vast Qi River to gain the capital to fight back.
With the infusion of righteous Qi, Zhuge Long Su’s aura continued to rise, and soon approached the limit of the critical point below the strongest.
But at that very moment, a powerful voice came from afar: “Morality, benevolence and righteousness are not the same as propriety. The righteousness of heaven and earth begins with rites and is born from rites.”
Along with the sound of this mighty voice came a vast righteousness that was no weaker than that of Zhuge Longxu at this moment. The pure qi was like a white cloud, coming in a moment, soft but with a strong intention, showing the hard and square nature of Confucianism.
“Senior Zhuge, the long river of qi should be occupied by those who have virtue, for you to be in charge of the long river of qi, my brother is very unconvinced.”
The white mist of righteousness dissipated, revealing a figure with a high crown and belt.
He is only one step away from being the most powerful person in the world. In addition to the square and strong aura he possesses, there is also a benevolent breeze that gives people a sense of spring.
The true meaning of the Confucian school has been brought together in one person.
In the world today, there is only one person who has acquired both the benevolence and righteousness of the Confucian school, and that is Mu Xiuji, the Grand Priest of the Jixia Palace of Learning, who has remained invisible for many years and only recently revealed his true form.
“It seems that Senior Brother Mu also wants to fight for the ownership of the Long River of Vast Qi.” Zhuge Long Su looked at this man’s face, and a cold light could hardly be restrained from appearing in his eyes.
When the battle with the Southern Border was fought, Mu Xiuji had called on the graduating students of the Mountain River Academy to go and help in the name of defending the Central Plains.
As a result, more than 10,000 students who went to fight with the Southern Border died in a foreign country, but the Great Qian army was given a respite to fight against the Southern Border again.
At that time, Mu Xiuji had not yet revealed his identity and everyone thought that he was a neutral and righteous man, but they did not know that his true identity was that of the High Priest of the Jixia Academy, the master of the Ren lineage under Ji Muqing.
“Then can Senior Brother Mu remember how those over ten thousand scholars died on the battlefield of Yunzhou in the first place. On the virtue-”
Zhuge Long Su took a deep breath and his tongue splendidly thundered, “Are you worthy of it?”
“Worthy?”
“Worthy?”
The sound carried through the air like muffled thunder and endured.
The sacrifice of over ten thousand students was a great regret for Zhuge Longxu. It was because of this incident that Zhuge Longxu chose to join the Northern Zhou court and become its Imperial Master.
He did so so that he could one day seek justice from Mu Xiuji.
“The ruler of heaven and earth and his own teacher, my brother has sacrificed more than 10,000 students, so it is indeed regrettable, but this is for the sake of the king and the country, so I feel that I have no shame.”
Mu Xiuji’s face looked sad, but he had no regrets.
He hadn’t lied either. He was now within the boundaries of the Long River of Qi, and he had cultivated his own Qi, so if he had really lied, the Long River of Qi could not have failed to react.
“What a way to ask for a clear conscience,” Zhuge Longjue was exasperated by Mu Xiuji’s frankness, “How dare you call such a heartless act a clear conscience?”
“My brother and I have served the Emperor of Man who once unified the earth, and helped him to reorganise the world, so that the world can return to the once commonwealth world again.”
Mu Xiuji shook his head and said, “On the other hand, you are the one who has helped the evil-doers to do harm, helping the demon dao of Qing Yu to do harm to the people, have you ever felt guilty? Do you know that the Emperor of Zhou, Feng Jiuyu, has long since been devastated by the will of the human race, and that the one who sits on the throne of Northern Zhou today is only the demon dao of the Qing Dynasty.
Have you ever felt ashamed of yourself for serving a traitor?
Have you ever felt ashamed of yourself for being the Imperial Master of the Northern Zhou?”
The three consecutive questions asked if Zhuge Long Su had any shame. And the great secrets that were revealed were so shocking that Zhuge Long Su was shocked.
The Zhou Emperor Feng Jiuyu had died? The one sitting at the purple pole was Qing Yu?
Such a great secret made Zhuge Longjue’s heart ripple, and his hands clenched under his sleeves.
He was not too deep and did not show any disorderly behavior, otherwise the students and lecturers of the academy here would have seen this situation and would have had to confirm the news that Emperor Zhou was a fake.
“Demonic words confuse the public, Mu Xiuji, you should be killed!” Zhuge Long Su suppressed his horror, and his murderous spirit flared up.
The truth of what Mu Xiuji had said had to be false now, it absolutely could not be true.
The Northern Zhou was on a southern expedition, if it was revealed at this time that the emperor was a fake, what would you make the subjects think, what would you make the generals who appeared at the front think.
This is a major event that will shake the foundation of the country, and even if it is true, it must now be false.
Mu Xiuji, should be killed!
Zhuge Long Su has made up his mind to kill Mu Xiuji today.
“You see, you too are doing injustice for your sovereign, your kingdom, in spite of the truth,” Mu Xiuji said with a smile, “Brother Zhuge, you are not in a position to rebuke my brother’s actions. In essence, you and my brother are the same kind of person.”
“You see, your heart is wavering, and the connection between the Long River of Hao Qi and you is beginning to be unstable.”
Yes, the connection between the Long River of Vast Qi and Zhuge Long Su was indeed beginning to be unstable, and the transmitted righteousness was becoming thinner and thinner.
This was the result of Zhuge Long Su’s heart wavering, and he was also questioning his own heart of righteousness, which made the connection between the Long River of Vast Qi and him very unstable.
This is the greatest characteristic of heart-based martial arts, when the heart is shaken, the external influence is also very strong, and this situation may even lead to Zhuge Longjue losing before he can fight.
“Mu Xiuji, no matter what, you will not be able to escape today, Northern Zhou is not a place you can just come to.” Zhuge Long Su’s killing heart grew stronger and stronger.
“Kill yourself and give up your life for righteousness. When I came here today, I was prepared to die. But whether or not you will really die, it still depends on your ability, Senior Brother Zhuge.” Mu Xiuji said with a faint smile.
He was right.
At least for now, it was not really possible for others to interfere in this matter. If they wanted to kill Mu Xiuji, they would still have to depend on Zhuge Long Su’s ability.
At this moment, in Emperor Zhou’s sea of consciousness, the long river of human dao once again appeared, and a warm figure spanned out from it.
“The sunset smells the fine gra*s, the river reflects the sparse curtain. A day of light pa*ses, a night a thousand years.”
With an easygoing smile, he shook his hand like a neighbouring elder brother and said, “First time meeting, I am Zhuang Ming, the second generation Human Emperor.”
