Li Maozhen's army was still near the Huaihe River, and Yangzhou on the Yangtze River was already in chaos.

In the school, scholars surrounded Wang Zaifeng, and they were both immersed in spiritual energy and fed elixirs. After a long struggle, they finally woke up slowly.

Seeing the panicked and anxious faces appearing in front of him, Wang Zaifeng knew that even if he fainted three or five times, he would be awakened by these people.

There is no way. Now the Confucian Sect needs him to be in charge and decide the future of the Confucian Sect. It is related to his own capital and life. No one will pay attention to his shameful and angry heart.

Wang Zaifeng struggled, tremblingly, and his actions were extremely difficult, as if he would fall down at any time. In fact, with his cultivation level, not to mention spitting a few mouthfuls of blood, even if he vomited more than a dozen mouthfuls of blood, he could still walk as fast as he could. But if he didn't act like this, it would not be enough to show that he suffered a huge physical and mental blow because of his guilt.

"Sir, the army of King An and King Qi is coming. We can no longer stay in Yangzhou. What should we do now?"

"Yes, where should we go? And those senior brothers who have served as officials, should we call them back?"

"The people in the city are being killed by riots. Should we protect them..." This sentence was soon submerged in the tide.

Wang Zaifeng finally sat down, sighed, looked at the earnest faces, and said sadly: "The great disaster of Confucianism is a disaster that no one would have imagined. We have already lost this great battle in the world. I am afraid that there will be no use in the world for hundreds of years. Let's go back to the mountain gate."

When everyone heard him say this, they were both surprised and frightened. Someone asked loudly: "Go back to the mountain gate? Sir, although my Confucian Sect was defeated in Huainan and lost the opportunity to control the world, no matter who gets the world, can you not appoint scholars? Why do we have to go back to the mountain gate?"

When Wang Zaifeng heard this, he felt his heart surging. He covered his chest for a while, but after all, he couldn't help it and another mouthful of blood was spurted out.

Everyone grew up and looked at him, not knowing what to say.

Wang Zaifeng was so painful that his facial features were twisted together, and he said sadly: "That traitor, Cui Keli, has defected to King An and set up a new branch. Now under King An, where is my Yangzhou Confucian Sect? King An will definitely control the government in the future, how can he tolerate us?"

As soon as this statement came out, all the scholars felt like they had lost their parents.

They knew that they were finished.

Not to mention that they have no chance to make a name for themselves, no one will have the opportunity to become an official for several generations!

"Trickley, you must die a bad death!"

"This evil thief who betrayed his master's sect will definitely be dismembered by five horses in the future!"

The scholars spoke out loud and spoke the most vicious curse at Trickley.

However, these curses did not last long and gradually disappeared. Each of them knew that curses were of no use. After the curses stopped, all they felt was full of sorrow.

The three sages outside Wang Zaifeng also looked at the sky speechlessly and sighed sadly.

From now on, the Confucian Sect in Qingzhou will definitely be more powerful than the world. Whether these scholars of the Confucian Sect in Yangzhou will be killed will even depend on Cui Keli's expression.

But who would have thought that the scholar who was kicked out of the Confucian scholar because he did not come to Yangzhou to participate in the Confucian literary club would become the real master of the Confucian scholar today?

If I had known today, why should I be the first one?

Regret not before.

A middle-aged scholar among the eight masters blurted out when he suddenly lost his mind: "If we had not expelled Cuili from the Confucian school, we would not have become a mortal enemy with him, nor would he set up a new branch in Qingzhou. If we had left some affection on that day, even if we were defeated in Huainan, we could still go and surrender, and we would not have fallen into a state of doom!"

After hearing this, many people's faces became complicated after being stunned.

Some of them gritted their teeth and were still angry at Trickley, but more people were sighing, even beating their chests and stamping their feet, and even regretting themselves in their mouths.

At this time, an old man who was among the Four Sages suddenly said: "When I went out to chase Trickli that day, I said that doing so was too heartless. After all, he was a rare handsome man in our Confucian school. Unfortunately, my opinion was not taken seriously at the time."

As soon as this statement was spoken, it immediately attracted everyone's attention. The other two sages, the eight masters and the talented ones among the seventy-two handsome men even showed a deep meaning in their eyes.

Ignoring Wang Zaifeng's eyes warning, the old man who stood upright in front of everyone continued to say with deep meaning: "In fact, expelling Cuili is not our biggest mistake. To this day, don't you know that it is our biggest mistake to let King An, who is benevolent and righteous, not to assist him and come to Huainan to support Gao Pian and King An against him?"

The talents fell into deep thought and then agreed.

Wang Zaifeng was trembling all over and pointed at the old man's mouth and shivered, "Zhang Qi, stop talking! Assisting the King of Wu and expelling Gao Pian, it was the decision of the Confucian people in my Confucian school..."

"Everyone's decision is true, but I'm afraid you are the one who makes the decision?" Zhang Qi shook his sleeves and interrupted Wang Zaifeng's words with a fierce look, and glared at him.

Among the four sages of Confucianism, Zhang Qi has always been inconsistent with Wang Zaifeng because of his disagreement. If he hadn't been indeed knowledgeable and talented, he would have almost surpassed all the wise men, so he would have been kicked out of the four sages by Wang Zaifeng long ago.

What else Wang Zaifeng wanted to say, Zhang Qi was already stern: "Wang Zaifeng! Since you took charge of the Confucian Sect, you have been arbitrary and disobeyed and made several decisions, which led to the Confucian Sect's disaster today. It is a place where I am doomed. I am already a sinner of the Confucian Sect forever. Have you not regretted it yet?!"

Hearing his shout, Wang Zaifeng could no longer sit still and was shocked.

However, as soon as he stood up, he continued to do it again, and his energy was gone, as if he had become twenty years older in an instant.

Because everyone's eyes looked at him were clearly full of malice.

Even spitting and hostile.

Wang Zaifeng's heart was ashamed.

If the Confucian school fails, someone needs to take responsibility.

He can only take the blame.

And Zhang Qi, a person who is not in harmony with him, will naturally replace him now.

His previous sentence of the Confucian scholar who became a sinner for all ages turned out to be a prophecy.

I hurriedly packed up the packages and books, and left the schoolhouse as if a stray dog ​​was left in a panic. In the chaotic Yangzhou City, the Confucian scholars were already crying when they finally left Yangzhou City and headed towards an unpredictable but destined to be bumpy and miserable future.

Wang Zaifeng, who was walking in the crowd with a hunched body, had white hair and was in a trance and would fall down at any time.

This time he wasn't pretending.

No one came to support him or care about him.

Everyone is following Zhang Qi now, and only the cold eyes are left at him. Sometimes, some people curse him for being so ignorant that even Wang An is a wise man, the King of Wu is unfilial. He should be cut into pieces by others and himself.

Wang Zaifeng's steps became more and more slow, until he finally couldn't hold on and fell on the cold mud.

He didn't get up.

After all, a scholar was compassionate and came to support his shoulders and wanted to help him stand up. After working hard several times, he failed. When he was surprised, he found that Wang Zaifeng had no chance.

In Yangzhou, the Confucian Party came and left again.

This is where the Huainan Jiedushi governor governs the prefecture. The city is high and the ditch is deep, and the flowers are blooming.

But after today, this place is destined to be a purgatory, and countless people die in the chaos. The Confucian scholars who are rushing to leave are buried in the gloomy sky and will not look back and care. Even if they take a look at it, they will only lament their own misfortune.

Yangzhou City, standing silently in the gradually cold autumn wind, can only bear its suffering silently and cannot leave like a monk who roams the world and travel far away. When farewell to a master, it is waiting for a new master to appear. If it is a hero, then it will usher in light.

......

One day in the fairyland, one year in the mortal world.

When Li Ye pacified the Central Plains in the mortal world and captured the world's great power, the second battle between the demon clan and the Taoist immortals in the fairyland was about to usher in.

In Lingxiao Palace, behind the drooping bead curtains, the Immortal Emperor who ranks high in the throne is still mysterious and majestic. The solemn immortal officials in the hall still bowed their heads as usual, continuing to express their awe and surrender.

It was as if the Taoist sect had not failed in the mortal world, the demon clan had not killed the immortal realm, the powerful immortal emperor had not missed it.

Therefore, the Immortal Court was not in huge danger either.

However, no matter how well Taiping is decorated, it will eventually reveal clues. Even in this small temple, those powerful people who had fought outside and fought against alien immortal soldiers, came back half of them.

The hall is still wide, and they will not appear crowded even if they stand together.

It just attracts attention.

However, the fact is that just transferring back to power is not enough.

Li Changgeng, who had just recovered from serious injury, reported the report, bent his waist lower than usual, his tone more respectful than usual, and his voice was unprecedentedly gentle, "Your Majesty, a mere monster, a little thief, is not worth worrying about. With our strength, we can only make a decision - we only need to transfer the immortal soldiers back to one direction."

Li Changgeng's words were unclear, but whether it was the Immortal Emperor sitting high or the Immortal Official in the Hall, they all knew the meaning of it.

Yes, the immortal soldier who is transferred back to one direction.

Immortal soldiers stationed on the border.

Recalling back, what a simple word, but it means giving up.

To transfer back to the immortal soldiers in which direction means losing the territory in that direction, or even giving up the way forward to the immortal soldiers of the alien race.

It is naturally impossible to transfer all border immortal weapons back. In that case, the Taoist Immortal Court will be directly lost. Regardless of whether it can destroy the demon clan and the Tongtian Sect Master, all the immortals from Jiuzhou will be doomed to be destroyed.

The Immortal Emperor did not let Li Changgeng and the Immortal Officials wait for too long. Two understatement words were introduced into the ears of the immortals: "Western Frontier."

In order to protect the territory of the Xianting Court, the immortal weapons of the Xianting Court are naturally stationed on the border on all sides, but there are actually only two main directions of defense - the Western border and the North border.

The ones fighting against the North Frontier Immortal Soldiers were the Khitan gods who were rising rapidly and growing rapidly. The ones fighting against the West Frontier Immortal Soldiers were the Tubo and Uighur gods who had suffered from disaster for a long time.

Li Changgeng bowed without any doubt and agreed: "Abide by the order."

He knew very well that the immortal soldiers in the North could not be transferred back. Once the North was empty, with the strength of the Khitan divine army, he might be able to directly attack Zixiao Temple. Therefore, the choice was the only one.

Li Changgeng, who was ordered to walk out of Lingxiao Palace, read out loudly the Immortal Emperor's order on the jade steps. Soon an immortal received the order and quickly left the west.

Looking at the vast fairyland surrounded by fairy mist, Li Changgeng's worries were getting heavier and heavier, but no one was revealed.

The western border of the Immortal Realm is empty.

The Hexi River in the world is gone.
Chapter completed!