Seeing the plane flying far away, Long Aoyun sighed. The road to revenge is a long way to go! But thinking in his heart, Long Aoyun said to the people from Chixia Sect next to him: "Sorry, it's not that I don't want to help, you have seen the situation."

"See!" The messenger of Chixia Sect looked unhappy and did not give Long Aoyun a good look.

Long Aoyun was no longer a child who knew nothing at the time, but he suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, which just showed a little unhappiness, a hint of embarrassment and a little annoyance.

The two of them waited quietly in the sky. After about an hour, a change occurred in the distance. First, a burst of light burst out, and then the white clouds in the sky suddenly spread out.

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

But soon, the white mushroom cloud climbed into black and red, looking weird and ugly, and rose rapidly, passing through layers of floating clouds.

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

Countless demons flew into the air, but they quickly fell down, flying up and down. The distance was too far, and there was no sound, but through the telescope, you could see the burned body of the demons, the expression of fear, and the howl of despair...

After more than 5,000 kilometers, Long Aoyun still felt palpitations after seeing these two mushroom clouds.

‘This is... the Sky Fire Bomb~~~’ Whether it was Long Aoyun or the messenger of the Chixia Sect, they were all stunned and unbelievable. The two of them watched quietly like this, forgetting everything else.

I saw the mushroom cloud turn into black clouds, revealing my ugliest side.

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

When I saw that the evil spirits in the sky were dispersed, but soon there was a more crazy evil spirits rolling up.

It took a long time, when the mushroom cloud began to spread, Chi Qingfeng's plane returned and paused for a moment in front of the two of them. "My mission has been completed, remember that it will take 24 hours to send someone to investigate. Goodbye."

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

There is no need to repeat the situation after 24 hours, and it is naturally miserable. There is only one thing, the ancestor of Tenglongjian, Jiaolong, and Yun Tengjiao escaped another disaster, but at this time, they were also in a daze.

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But it has been several days since Junxian became the Censor of the Fatland, the Seven Stars Divine Court.

At the beginning, Junxian was very excited, but after a few days of excitement, Junxian was helpless to find that reality and imagination were completely different.

In fact, the position of the Censor sounds awesome, but in the Seven Stars Divine Court, this is a waste of time!

It should be said that many of the powers of the Censor and the Zhongshu Ling overlap, but the Zhongshu Ling's status is one level lower. Naturally, any emperor will definitely make some choices.

Moreover, because the Censor was vacant for a long time, there was not even a government office for services, and there was no need to think about supporting institutions. There was only one living prime minister's mansion, which was prosperous and countless servants. But these servants were all obsessed, including emperors, and even from other officials' families.

So after Junxian came to the Seven Stars Divine Court, the biggest thing was to chat with the emperor. Of course, it was inevitable that he would talk about some state affairs and so on during the chat. But this did not satisfy Junxian!

‘Okay, you are going to play with me like a monkey!’ Junxian narrowed his eyes, but his expression quickly disappeared, and he restored his image as a loyal and sage.

Just at this moment, the housekeeper came in, "Master, the Zhongshu Ling Situ Yuanhang visited. Although Situ Yuanhang was the Zhongshu Ling, he had drunk a lot of alcohol recently."

Not ordinary people can be the butler for Junxian. They must understand the forms in the imperial capital. In a simple sentence, they will say what they need to say.

Junxian bent his mouth and knew it in his heart. He drank a lot recently, and there was something in his words - he didn't drink much in the past, but he just started to get more. Is this obviously a way to relieve sorrow by drinking? What does it mean to say - he drank a lot of sorrow by drinking and sorrow by drinking and sorrow even more sorrowful!

So, what sorrow can the Secretary-General of the Emperor? Obviously, this sorrow comes from the emperor! At least it is related to the emperor!

With this idea, Junxian came out to welcome the Secretariat of the Secretariat Situ Yuanhang. Situ Yuanhang was thin, which made people feel a little proud; at this time, Situ Yuanhang seemed to have a bit of sorrow on his face.

But this is true. Situ Yuanhang was upright and clear in dealing with things. It was precisely because of this that he was promoted to the Emperor's Secretariat.

But it must be said that the position of the Zhongshu Ling is not so easy to do. Because there was no Censor in the past, the Zhongshu Ling was a hub of the imperial court, linking the emperors and the officials below.

After these thoughts were turned into Junxian's mind, he smiled and welcomed Situ Yuanhang into the mansion.

After serving the tea, the housekeeper was left to accompany him. Junxian poured tea himself, "Jun was just here and hesitated to ask Lord Situ, but he couldn't stand it for a moment. But he was troubled by Lord Situ."

"Where are there." Situ Yuanhang's expression became a little more joyful, but he also started talking. "I have heard that Mr. Wei is famous for a long time. Situ wanted to climb a mountain to visit not long ago.

Situ has several questions that have not been solved, so I beg you to answer them.”

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

"Where are there." Situ Yuanhang gradually laughed, "This is the thing. Situ is in this position, inheriting the king from above and all officials from below. All kinds of troubles are not worthy of being told by outsiders.

Although I have to do things with a clear conscience, if I go to a difficult situation, I will do anything.

Situ kept thinking, how can we really do something for the people?"

When Junxian heard this, he immediately laughed, "This is not difficult, it's just that Lord Situ is just a stubborn person."

"Oh? Sir."

Junxian said confidently: "If the country is prosperous and the people are prosperous and the country is prosperous and strong, everything will be solved. No matter who is an official, he cannot be an official for the sake of being an official, but must be an official for the sake of being an official.

Only by caring about the world can one refute all unreasonable things with confidence.”

Situ Yuanhang was suddenly shocked, then stood up, left to sit, bowed down and bowed: "Sir, a great talent, wake up the dreamer with one word. Please accept Situ's bow."

Junxian did not help him up, but accepted it without shame. After Situ Yuanhang sat down again, Junxian continued: "I laughed at you. What I just said was a little bit of truth. You need to analyze the specific matters in detail. I wonder if it is convenient to understand the specific situation?"

"Oh, it's nothing!" Situ Yuanhang sighed, "It's not the problem of the people's migration in the 'Northwest Road' recently. The biggest problem with the people's migration is how to resettle it.

The Seven Stars Divine Court has eight roads in the east, south, west, northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest, and one Zhongzhou road. Among them, the Northwest Road is the largest, with almost three thousand miles and more than 40 million people. How to migrate so many people!”

Junxian immediately understood: "Did Your Majesty love the people and want to migrate; but all the surrounding dynasties disagree?"

"Yes. And now the influence of evil spirits is getting stronger and stronger, and things are imminent. This strategy is to not be implemented, so how can people not be sad."

"It's simple!" Junxian smiled faintly, but he was confident: "Borrow a way to the 'Guyang Divine Court' in the north to place it."

Hum? Situ Yuanhang suddenly looked up and looked at Junxian in surprise. "Will this trigger... war?"

"No, no!" Junxian shook his head slightly, but his face was filled with compassion: "Where is trouble in the world, why are the people? I only ask the surrounding countries to extend a helping hand, and rescue one is the other. If the rest is really not good, we will find another way."

Can this strategy work? Situ Yuanhang frowned slightly.

Junxian sighed softly, as if he was talking to himself: "The military strategists have something to say, Yin is within Yang, not the Yang."

Situ Yuanhang trembled when he heard this, and he savored tea silently, but his mind was completely out of the tea.

After a while, Situ Yuanhang couldn't wait and stood up to say goodbye. When Situ Yuanhang left, Junxian also stood up and said to the butler beside him: "Huang Hao, I heard that the scenery of the Eight Immortals Pavilion in the west is good?"

The housekeeper immediately stepped forward and smiled, "Yes, the master, and the academic atmosphere in the Eight Immortal Pavilion is strong, and famous scholars from all walks of life often come to discuss the Tao."

"Then I'm going to go around. It's really unreasonable if I don't even go to the Eight Immortal Pavilion when I come to the Emperor."

"Now." The housekeeper immediately became busy, and soon a simple carriage that was definitely in line with Junxian's identity was ready. A pretty maid immediately accompanied Junxian to the Eight Immortal Pavilion.

The carriage was leisurely and wandering. It took two moments to arrive at the Eight Immortals Pavilion. The Eight Immortals Pavilion has eight small pavilions connected by corridors. They are not large in size, but they are beautiful and pleasant. Ordinary people, or those who don’t have any real talent and knowledge, but they dare not come here.

At this time, a few polite and gentle people were gathering together in groups of three or three.

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

A cup of light tea washes away the troubles in the world;

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

Junxian walked into the pavilion and immediately attracted many people to turn back. Finally, one of them recognized Junxian, "It was Mr. Junxianjun, a famous scholar in 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 transformation of the gods).

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

"Yes, sir, still remember the students. sir, please, I will introduce the people here to sir."

With Qiu Wanning's recommendation, Junxian quickly became a guest of honor, and everyone took turns to worship tea and discuss issues. There were academics and political affairs.

After talking for a long time, a man suddenly stood up, "I wonder if the sir is recruiting guests?"

"Swish..." Everyone looked over and stared at Jun Xian without blinking.

Jun Xian smiled naturally and said, "Jun likes to be purified, and this guest has not been considered for the time being. However, the Prime Minister's Mansion opened a door to all directions, and Jun is willing to interact with heroes in the world."
Chapter completed!