Only in the night three days ago.

A long wind blows through the sky of Zhongzhou, and the lights are like dragons. The elites of Ying State are guarding here. The conflicts between many forces are hidden. Logically speaking, it should be considered lively.

But beneath the superficial excitement, there is still an indescribable feeling of tranquility in this Zhongzhou city.

Lively, quiet, fiery, dead.

Different atmospheres swirl around, condensed into a city at night.

King Su in the academy raised his head and looked at the sky above, where the wind was raging and the bells under the eaves of the academy were swaying loudly.

In the past, the school palace was full of people, and it was so loud and interesting that it felt very interesting.

Nowadays, the academy is lonely, except for the older generation, there are no young people anymore. The bells are ringing in the night wind, but there is a lot of desolation and loneliness, which makes people feel melancholy inexplicably.

The old unicorn with a broken unicorn horn had a look of sadness in his eyes.

Is the Red Emperor's eight hundred years of luck coming to an end?

King Su looked at the air and saw that in the night sky of Zhongzhou, many fortunes, the auras of military strategists, the auras of kings, the auras of dynasties, and the auras of the people, entangled and swirled around, turning into a vast ocean. It was extremely complicated. Even Dao Zong couldn't help it.

Can't see clearly.

Who can say that destiny and human heart can be seen clearly?

King Gongyangsu said softly: "Bingfeng He Lielie, Jiang Wanxiang's spirit is so majestic. This time, he came to swallow up the luck of the Red Emperor's lineage, but, my friend, the Academy lineage has been around for eight hundred years.

Before, since the establishment of the first Red Emperor,

Just fulfill that promise."

Old Qilin whispered: "At least protect the stability of the Red Emperor's lineage."

King Su said: "Yes."

The old Qilin shook his body and transformed into a kitten, lying on King Su's shoulder. Although he taught the little guy a lesson, the first generation master once said, "When three people are together, there must be one who can teach me", which he also understood from the little Qilin.

It has the magical effect of transforming into a smaller form and making it easier to move around.

King Su held up the sword in the ancient Confucian way and said: "Yu Wenlie, He Ruoqinhu, led the army. In troubled times, the famous military generals are vigorous and unstoppable."

"If you and I were to fight these two famous generals head-on, we would be no match."

"It is very possible to die in a chaotic battle."

"The only chance is-"

Old Qilin whispered: "Take it away."

King Su nodded and said, "Yes."

The old Confucian scholar stroked the long sword with his palm: "The lineage of the [Eight Hundred Years Red Emperor] cannot end in this way.

Even if he doesn't have the world in the future, he can still be a happy prince and have a good death just like he is now."

After that, the palace masters secretly contacted the Red Emperor, saying that they hoped to take Ji Zichang away and send him to a safe place. Even if he did not have the power in the world, he could at least have a stable and peaceful life.

However, Red Emperor did not answer him.

It just means that King Su will see his answer later.

Several masters from the Academy have never given up on the rescue. They have tried their best and made secret contacts. Master Ziyang from the Taoist sect and the Central Plains Living Buddha from the Buddhist sect have all come forward and prepared a way out to help.

But they walked up to Ji Zichang.

What he saw was the back of the real emperor who turned around and died together with him for eight hundred years.

And now.

Raging flames soared into the sky, seeming to burn up the entire sky.

Su Wang and Qilin, who were hiding in the crowd, looked at this scene and were speechless for a moment.

They came to rescue the Red Emperor.

But at this moment, he could not move forward. It was difficult for the Qilin from the eighth level to rush into such a fierce flame among the famous generals and troops of the country. King Su was no match for Yu Wenlie. The old Qilin who once followed the first master looked at the raging flames.

Fierce flames, Zheng Zheng was absent-minded for a long time.

Qilin lowered his voice and said: "Is this his choice...

"His answer."

King Su looked at all this and said, "Yes."

Old Qilin said: "I have met him. Many years ago, when his son with Concubine Wen was born, he was very happy. He came to the academy in person, paid homage to Taoist Xiantian, Master Ziyang, and personally prayed for the child.

Got a longevity lock."

"Later his son died."

"His eyebrows have never relaxed again. Until recently, I can feel that there is a glimmer of light in his eyes again, just like the morning dew on the grass reflecting the sunlight, and he has regained his desire for life."

"This is a good thing."

"Master, doesn't he want to live?"

Gongyang Su Wang said: "He wants to live, but he also wants something bigger."

"That thing is more important than rebirth."

"What about Concubine Wen?"

"So does she."

The old Qilin was silent for a long time.

In the end, the old scholar could only take back his sword and bowed slightly.

Even the King Su of the Confucian Sect, who is above the Nine Heavens and is not as good as the martial arts legend, cannot take action at this time. In other words, it is precisely because he is the King Su of the [Confucian Sect] that he will not take action at this time. He can

Realizing Ji Zichang's fierceness and persistence, he understood his determination to single-handedly end the eight-hundred-year-old Red Emperor's fate.

For those who are determined, any action is the ultimate insult.

King Gongyangsu gave a solemn salute:

"Respect the Red Emperor."

"A gentleman will never die without his crown."

The disciples of the first generation Confucian masters died for the crown; not for the action of crowning, but for the great righteousness and ideas represented by this action, so they died, which is called courage.

In front of the blazing flames, some were at a loss and some were panicked.

Gongyang Suwang's movements were too abrupt.

Make yourself stand out.

The sound of the weapons arraying was suddenly harsh. Each weapon was leveled, its blades exuding sharp energy and cold light. Two of the top ten contemporary gods, Yu Wenlie and He Ruo Qinhu, were the center, locking the Gongyang Su King.

In a single fight, Gongyang Su Wang beats Yu Wenlie by half a chip.

Stabilizing voltage is like catching a tiger.

But in troubled times, the tyranny of military strategists and generals lies in the killing of military strategists and generals on the battlefield.

Invincible, in this current environment, King Gongyang Su will inevitably die.

But he took his time and said goodbye to the Red Emperor, not because of the environment or safety he was in. He only looked at the fierce formations in front of him, looked at the two god generals, raised his head, and looked at the turbulent nine layers.

Jiang Wanxiang of Pagoda.

The face of the old Canglong was flushed red by the blazing fire.

He seemed to have been in a daze for a long time.

They have already forgotten a king and powerful officials. At this time, they should stir up the situation to prevent the huge impact of the Red Emperor's death from spreading. They should completely grasp the news and suppress its negative impact on themselves to the extreme.

He just watched the fierce and brilliant flames quietly.

He gave Ji Zichang a decent choice, letting him leave his luck and fame and go do what he wanted to do. However, Ji Zichang's choice was something Jiang Wanxiang could not expect.

Life and death are also big matters.

After a long time, Jiang Wanxiang glanced sideways at King Gongyangsu who was surrounded by an array of gods. His white hair was swaying in the fire. Jiang Wanxiang said calmly: "King Gongyangsu, the number one in the Confucian sect, I still remember me.

When I first met the Master,

You are just a middle-aged scholar."

"And I'm just a young man in bright clothes and angry horses."

"Now that time has passed, you and I have reached the age we are now and the situation we are in now."

King Gongyangsu just said: "Everything in the world is impermanent."

Jiang Wanxiang didn't have any murderous intention towards King Su, he just said: "I still have some things to do. I need to talk to Prince Su's wife first. Before the fire, it is not a good place to chat. Please ask Master to transfer to the academy."

The queen will pay her a personal visit."

King Gongyangsu said: "Why don't Emperor Ying call me [me] today?"

The old Canglong looked at the fierce fire and replied with a smile: "Today I see the emperor and know all the heroes. Today in this world, there is only one emperor."
To be continued...