Huang Chang followed Chen Ang to the outside of Jixian Tower. This was where Zhao Xu liked to receive foreign officials. Occasionally, he would come here to read. Huang Chang did not dare to be rude and followed Chen Ang in respectfully.
Although the Song Dynasty was ruled by the Emperor and the scholar-officials, the status of the scholar-officials was very high. Some of the older officials were even on equal footing with the Emperor. Famous officials like Wang Anshi and Sima Guang were even respected. However, Huang Chang did not have the status of a chancellor or the reputation of a great scholar. He did not dare to put on airs in front of the Emperor.
Chen Ang, on the other hand, didn't care so much and walked straight in.
The large Jixian Tower was brightly lit, but there was only one person sitting alone at the table. None of Zhao Xu's servants were beside him. There were only two chairs in front of him. It was obvious that they were having a private conversation.
Huang Chang hesitated for a moment before sitting down with Chen Ang.
Zhao Xu's face darkened. He held a scroll of "History of Song" in his hands, as if he was holding back something. Huang Chang's eyes were sharp, and he could clearly see the words "History of Song" written on the cover. He was shocked. Who would dare to revise the history of the dynasty?
"Bayan Tuotuo, Khubilai, how daring!" Zhao Xu was enraged. He gripped the Song history book tightly and looked at Chen Ang with an agitated expression. "Enlightened One, is this the destiny of our dynasty? Tong Guan, Cai Jing, and that useless Zhao Ji. How can I tolerate the shame of Jingkang? "
"Destiny is not fixed. Your Majesty, you have lost your composure!" Chen Ang reminded.
Only then did Zhao Xu return to his senses. His face regained its calm, but it was still dark and exceptionally ugly. He was silent for a long time before he said, "We will grant all of your requests. I only ask of you one thing."
"Your Majesty, please speak!"
Zhao Xu said seriously, "The heavens are not fixed. Can destiny be changed?" After he asked this, he didn't wait for Chen Ang to answer and added, "If you can, Zhenren, please do whatever you want to do! I will support you with all my strength. It's just that the ministers still have some doubts about the Prohibition of Martial Arts and need me to mediate. I wonder if Daoist Master can personally convince those stubborn ones. "
Chen Ang smiled and said, "Is there anyone in particular that Your Majesty wants to kill?"
Zhao Xu was slightly taken aback, but he immediately understood. He looked at the unnatural expression on Huang Chang's face and sneered, "I feel that Minister Cai is not bad. He is indeed a loyal and uncorrupted official!" He said the last two words through gritted teeth.
"The thirty-six rules of the Martial Arts Prohibition still need to be discussed by the court. Perfected Cultivator Chen, I will have to trouble you to clean up the Martial Arts World. The Daoist Master has full authority to command the Imperial Guard in front of the palace. Life and death, rewards and punishments are all decided by the Daoist Master. I have already removed the Imperial Guard Commanders from their positions in front of the palace. I wonder who the Deputy Commander's position belongs to? "
Chen Ang pulled Huang Chang over and said with a smile, "Uncle Wen is worthy of such a great responsibility." When Huang Chang heard this, he turned pale with fright. He had been listening to the conversation between the two of them from the side, and he felt as if there was a blade on his back. He was drenched in cold sweat, and now Chen Ang wanted to drag him down with him. He wished he had never appeared here.
Without waiting for Huang Chang to decline, Zhao Xu agreed. "Just as Perfected Cultivator said, Huang Chang will command the Imperial Guard in front of the palace and be given the title of Imperial Guard!" He glanced at the history of Song on the table and suddenly said, "Currently, the Sect of Flame is very powerful in Zhe Xi. They call themselves the Ming Sect. They have the Sect Master, Fang La, and the Dharma Kings, Wang Yin, Deng Yuanjue, Shi Bao, and Si Xing Fang.
"The Ming Sect calls itself a Martial Arts World Sect. They spread the teachings of the Manichaeism. It is illegal to gather people. Emissaries like Li Tianrun, Pang Wanchun, Lu Shibo, and Fang Jie have contacted people from all over the world. They have been practicing martial arts day and night in the secluded valley of their headquarters in Mu Province. They are plotting against the law."
Chen Ang smiled and said, "The Imperial Guard is here precisely for this purpose, to purge the underworld and the martial arts world, and to restore peace to the Song Dynasty. Naturally, the Imperial Guard will clean up these monsters and monsters."
"Good! Perfected Cultivator, I will have to trouble you. " Zhao Xu's face lit up. He said with a smile, "The Northwest Border Military is being reorganized. The Western Xia Army can no longer hold back. This time, with Perfected Cultivator's help, the Western Xia Army will not be able to return! With the prestige of victory, I will do my best to push for the Martial Suppression Order to be passed in the imperial court. I will let Perfected Cultivator do things without any worries. "
In history, Zhao Xu had sent troops to suppress Western Xia many times, forcing Western Xia to beg for peace with the Song Dynasty. Now that he had read the history of the Song Dynasty and saw this impressive martial arts, he was obviously very proud of it. It also strengthened his confidence in suppressing Western Xia. At this time, Western Xia was weak and the Great Song was strong. The initiative had long been reversed. If the Song Army could not gain some advantages, it would be incomprehensible.
Huang Chang looked conflicted as he walked out of the Pavilion of Virtuous Talents with Chen Ang. He hesitated a few times and finally couldn't help but ask, "Scholar Chen, what is the meaning of this? I am a member of the Hanlin Academy. How can I be someone who leads troops into battle? "
"That is your fate!" Chen Ang said indifferently. He did not explain and instructed him, "When you go back, go to the Forbidden Martial Hall to collect your salary. Two sets of Flying Fish Robes, one Hundred Refined Weapon, 'Black Tortoise True Technique', and one Blood Orchid Pill. In your current state, you are still not a match for the Ming Cult's Dharmaraja. You don't have enough time, so you can use medicinal pills to make up for it. "
Chen Ang did not lie to him. When Fang La rebelled, Emperor Hui ordered Huang Chang to send troops to destroy the Ming Cult. Later, Huang Chang's family was killed because of this.
At that time, Huang Chang's martial arts had already reached perfection. In one breath, he killed a few Dharmarajas and messengers of the Ming Cult. Who knew that among the people he killed, some were disciples of famous sects in the Wulin world. Therefore, their martial uncles, martial brothers, martial sisters, martial sisters, martial aunts, martial aunts, martial aunts, martial fathers, and godmothers all came out. They also invited many martial arts masters from other sects to make things difficult for him. They scolded him for not following the rules of the Wulin world.
As a result, his entire family was killed by the Wulin people seeking revenge. The most terrifying thing was that at the age of seventy, Huang Chang led troops to destroy the Ming Cult. After his entire family was killed, he lived in seclusion for forty years to practice martial arts for revenge. At the age of one hundred and ten, he was invincible in the world. He could be said to be an old man comparable to Zhang SanFeng.
Chen Ang even suspected that Huang Chang was still alive. Perhaps when the Five Ultimate Swordplay of the 'Condor Shooting Technique' was held, he was still watching from the side, watching the juniors fight to the death for the martial art he had created. After all, it was only a short sixteen years from the time he left the 'Nine Yin Manual' to the first Sword Tournament of Mount Hua.
Ten days later, the Minister of Revenue, Cai Jing, was found dead in his study. For a while, the court was shocked. According to the investigation of the experts in the court, Cai Jing's sternum was broken and he died in the hands of the Beggar Clan's Dragon Subduing Palm. Zhe Zong was furious and ordered the Imperial Guards to investigate. He also proposed the thirty-six martial arts ban.
The court was in an uproar. Supporters and opponents argued. But because it was limited to the court, it was not known by the Wulin people. At this time, the Wulin people were still in an uproar because many famous experts had died under Gusu's Murong family. The relatives and friends of these famous experts were all demanding justice for them.
Chen Ang led dozens of riders as they galloped on the official road. The trees around them flashed by quickly, and in just a few hours, they arrived at a high mound. Chen Ang had brought experts with him, but horses were not made of iron, so they needed to rest.
There was no village or inn here. It was also very far from the relay station. Chen Ang let his horse rest. He sat in the shade of a tree to replenish his food and water.
Huang Shang's internal energy was profound and he was more spirited than the others. At this time, he had already adapted to his status. Although changing from a civil official to a military official seemed to be a bit demeaning, his status as the zhuangyuan scholar was still there, so no one would look down on him. In the court, he had always been treated as a civil official.
"Commander in Chief, there seems to be someone in front!"
A knight in red reported from the side. There was no need for him to say anything. Huang Chang had already discovered a small black dot on the horizon. It was as fast as a galloping horse. From afar, he could see the shiny bald head of the approaching person.
He saw an eight-foot tall monk carrying an iron monk staff and carrying an old man on his back. He was running over here. With just a few leaps, he quickly approached. With large strides, he was even faster than a healthy horse. However, his face was dark and his breathing was heavy. Although he was not sweating at all, it was obvious that he had used up a lot of energy.
From afar, he saw the healthy horse that Chen Ang had tied to a tree. The monk's eyes lit up and he sped up. With one step, he covered a distance of 30 feet. However, with the old man on his back, he was as stable as flat ground. "Get out of the way, get out of the way. I will borrow your horse!"
The monk waved his monk staff, creating a strong gust of wind. With a shake of his shoulder, he lifted the old man onto the horse's back. He waved his hand and threw out a few pieces of silver. He said, "I am Deng Yuanjue of the Ming Cult. I want to buy your horse, but I don't have enough money. Come back and find me. I will definitely make it up to you!"
"How dare you!" Two of the imperial court experts could not hold back and rushed forward. "Leave the horse!" One of the experts waved his hand and a strong gust of wind pressed down. It was powerful and awe-inspiring. The gust of wind could easily split a mountain.
But Deng Yuanjue angrily shouted, "Saving people is like fighting a fire. Get out of the way!" The monk staff in his right hand struck out like a madman. The two imperial court experts turned pale with fright and quickly withdrew their palms. Although Deng Yuanjue did not have the intention to kill, just the gust of wind from the monk staff made it difficult for them to breathe. For a moment, their breathing became chaotic and they fell to the ground.
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