Zhuang Country, Xin 'an City.
In front of the ancestral hall, an old man with gray hair knelt for a long time.
In the huge Xin 'an City, not many people recognized him.
However, if it was in the previous Maplewood City, almost everyone would know him.
Because he was the City Lord of Maplewood City before Wei Quji.
His governance could be said to be benevolent and diligent.
While he was in charge of Maplewood City, he traveled to every town and village under his rule. This was something that Wei Quji had never done. There was no second City Lord in the entire Zhuang Country who did this.
Back then, when the thirteen-year-old Du Yehu killed someone in public, he was the one who personally overturned the case. He even sent Du Yehu to the Dao Academy to be nurtured. Only then did Du Yehu become famous in the Jiujiang Xuan Armor.
When he was in Maplewood City, he was deeply loved by the soldiers and civilians. Later, he felt that he was old and could not consolidate his cultivation, so he took the initiative to retire.
In his life, he had no children, relatives, or disciples.
Back then, when Zhuang Gaoxian attacked Yong, he had made outstanding contributions.
Because of his contributions, he took over Maplewood City from Zhuang Ting without taking a single cent. After dedicating his life, he returned Maplewood City to the country.
And now, Maplewood City was gone.
In the entire Maplewood City, not a dog, a chicken, or even a handful of soil was left.
It was said that the White Bone Path was causing trouble.
Where did an evil sect that had been silent for a hundred years get so much power?
What was the Criminal Division of the Zhuang Country doing? Why didn't they notice it beforehand?
Why was Dong A able to live alone when the entire Maplewood City was dead?
Why was Dong A able to see through the conspiracy, but the dignified State Preceptor Du Ruhui, who was famous across the countries, still couldn't catch up?
Why …
Zhuang Ting's explanation could convince everyone in the world.
It wasn't because the explanation was perfect and couldn't be wrong.
It was because those people weren't from Maplewood City.
It was because there was no one in Maplewood City!
There was only him, Liu Yian.
Only this old man, who was about to die, was still bitterly searching.
However, when he asked the State Minister, the State Minister avoided him.
When he asked the Emperor, the Emperor locked himself in the palace.
When he asked the officials, no one paid him any attention.
Who would care about an old man who could no longer rise, an old man with a weak aura, whose cultivation had collapsed, and no combat strength?
This was especially true when he was so stubborn. When the entire Zhuang Country was thriving, he insisted on opening up the poisonous scars.
The old man was now a commoner.
The white-clothed old man, Liu Yian, was alone in the vast Xin 'an City. He had been asking questions for nine days.
There was no answer for nine days.
No one paid him any attention.
On the tenth day, he knelt in front of the ancestral hall.
He wanted to ask Great Ancestor!
If the Great Ancestor was still here, would he not say anything when he saw the current situation and the current situation?!
"The ruler is like a boat, and the people are like water. Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it! "
He wailed in front of the ancestral hall.
Helpless as a child.
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Outside the ancestral hall, at the corner of the street opposite.
Zhuang Country's Vice Prime Minister, Dong A, stood with his hands in his sleeves and did not say a word.
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Outside the old site of Maplewood City.
Du Ruhui, whose hair was as black as ink, stood with his hands by his side. Although he looked old, his back was as straight as a spear.
In the entire Zhuang Country, there was only one person who could make him so respectful and cautious — the ruler of Zhuang Country, Zhuang Gaoxian.
It was a middle-aged man with a calm face. He was carefully sizing up Maplewood City, which was shrouded in fog. At first glance, he looked no different from a wealthy gentleman who was out on a spring stroll.
Just by looking at his appearance, no one could imagine that he was such a decisive man. His toughness and sharpness in national affairs surpassed that of the previous rulers of Zhuang Country.
After looking for a while, Zhuang Gaoxian said with a smile, "Teacher, this time, you have completely hurt the White Bone Evil God. He wanted to drag this place into the Netherworld, but he stopped halfway. He let Maplewood City sink into the gap between the modern world and the Netherworld, turning this place into a dead land. Not only will it not be digested by the Netherworld, but it will also leave a scar on my Zhuang territory forever. He harmed others without benefiting himself. It can be seen that he is resentful. "
If the entire Maplewood City was pulled into the Netherworld, this area in the modern world would be erased. At that time, the neighboring Qichang Mountain Range might be Wangjiang City or Sanshan City. As time passed, it was gradually forgotten by people.
But now, it was stuck at the border between the modern world and the Netherworld. The White Bone God had wasted his divine power for nothing, and he would not receive any benefits. And Zhuang Country would forever leave this dead land behind. Everyone who saw this land of death would recall this period of history.
When Zhuang Gaoxian was still the Crown Prince, Du Ruhui was his teacher.
After Zhuang Gaoxian ascended the throne, there was no second choice for the position of Prime Minister.
"Your Majesty," Du Ruhui bowed and said, "I heard that the ancient Divine Lord rejoiced when the people were safe and wept when they were in pain. You should not laugh outside the old site of Maplewood City. It is the glory of Zhuang Country that Lord Zhuang ascended to Dongzhen. Sacrificing the people to achieve this is a disgrace to Lord Zhuang. Moreover, the souls of the dead that will never rest in peace are in front of Your Majesty. "
"Gaoxian has learned." Emperor Zhuang immediately became serious and said with shame, "I did catch up to that old man of Yong. I thought that the border would be safe and the people would be safe, so I forgot myself."
Zhuang Gaoxian's current realm had already surpassed Du Ruhui, but he still maintained the respect of a student to his teacher.
When Du Ruhui heard this, he did not pursue the matter, nor did he feel comforted. Instead, he gently changed the topic.
"Your Majesty, you can set up a monument outside this region as a memorial. The monument will record the responsibility of Chen Shitu as a national enemy. Remove the White Bone Path as a national policy to comfort the dead. In this way, the people's resentment can be gathered and the people's will can be gathered. "
Zhuang Gaoxian sighed in amazement, "This is priceless advice!"
The last time Zhuang Country removed the White Bone Path as a national policy was during the era of Great Ancestor Zhuang Chengqian. At that time, the White Bone Path was uprooted.
Today, the resurgence of the White Bone Path was far weaker than before. However, establishing this policy could still awaken the memories of the people of Zhuang Country. It not only expressed the intention of protecting the ancestral system, but also showed the determination to not live under the same sky as the White Bone Path.
It gathered all the resentment of the people onto the White Bone Path. Once the White Bone Path was removed, Zhuang Gaoxian would not be cursed for the fall of Maplewood City. On the contrary, he would win the hearts of the people because he helped restore the country.
Du Ruhui's moves were like the spring wind and rain. His methods were experienced and smooth.
This was also an important reason why he was able to support the Zhuang Court while Zhuang Gaoxian was recovering.
The fog in the Maplewood City region surged, concealing the desperate situation within. It was as if all the stories that happened in this region had been lost in the world of Yin and Yang. There was no more light.
"You have seen the Lifeless and Destruction Formation. What will the Emperor do? "
Zhuang Gaoxian flicked his sleeves lightly, "Since I have come to Qinghe County, how can I not visit the elders in Qingjiang?"
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After leaving Zhuang Country, Jiang Wang continued to move in the direction of Qi.
Zhuang Country was only a part of his journey. He had his own path to walk.
Traveling was not his only purpose. What was more important was to train his sword, his body, and his heart.
He used Heaven and Earth as the furnace, the mortal world as the fire, and his body as the copper.
He went from Xiao Zhoutian to Da Zhoutian.
He climbed mountains, waded rivers, rested in shops, and unsheathed his sword when he encountered injustice.
The path under his feet became longer and longer, and the path of cultivation became wider and wider.
He gradually felt that some kind of change was happening.
It was like a path covered by clouds and fog. It became clearer and clearer, and he became more and more certain.
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