"Such an incompetent, immoral, shameless, and unwise ruler, how can he still stand in this world? How can he sit on the Dragon Throne? "
"Why is Qingjing deserted? Why has Gyeongo been banned from the sea for so many years? Why has Xiangzhou returned to Jingguo? Why has the number of Gyeongo surpassed by Jingguo in the past two years? As the ruler of a country, it's fine if you don't work hard, but you're trying to shirk your responsibility by saying you had no choice! Why didn't you say you had no choice when you were indulging in debauchery? Why didn't you say you had no choice when you were indulging in debauchery every night? Why didn't you say you had no choice when you were playing politics with favoritism? "
"When you sat on the Dragon Throne and said you had no choice, you were destined to be sent to the execution ground and let the Ringed Blade drink the blood of the sinners!"
As Fang Yun spoke, he scanned the people from the School of Miscellany.
"If someone said that they wanted to kill Fang Yun on the first day of Jingguo, in a few days, every one of the city walls, every street, and every roof will be filled with Jingguo citizens! They might not know how to save me, but they are willing to die with me, Fang Yun! Because the blood we transported flowed from Ji County to Jade Sea City, from the Capital City to Ning An City, from the Holy Ground to Two World Mountain, from the Ancient Land of the Sea Cliff to Dragon City, and from Kunlun Mountain to the Western Ocean!
"How many people are left in the vast Qingjing? What has King Qing done for Gyeongo and the human race? The cries of the people, the roars of the people, and the advice of the scholars can't move your hearts of stone. Why are you crying when I'm stepping on a mere King Qing? Tell me! Why are you crying? "
In the projection of the Xulou Pearl, Fang Yun restrained all of his power and shouted his final question as an ordinary person.
Fang Yun's voice was transmitted to the entire Saint Origin World through the light screens of the Holy Temples, to all the ancient lands with Holy Temples, and to every city in Gyeongo.
The crying in Gyeongo suddenly stopped.
Everyone saw that Qing Jun was crying loudly.
"I was wrong! I was wrong! I have let down my ancestors, I have let down the common people! Just kill me! Just kill me! Fang Sheng, I beg you, please kill me! It's my fault. I'm a fatuous ruler. I'm the one who ruined Gyeongo … "
Qing Jun cried loudly.
Fang Yun removed his foot from the Qing Emperor's head and said in a calm tone, "The one who should be crying is him."
Qing Jun continued to cry.
Throughout Gyeongo, many people's eyes were red, but they no longer shed tears for Qing Jun.
Fang Yun looked down at the Miscellany School and said, "In the name of the human race, I sentence Lord Qing to be beheaded in public!"
The members of the House of Miscellany were filled with grief and indignation, but no one cried.
Fang Yun looked out the window at the spring rain and Ao Zhou, who had become slightly smaller in the rain, and said, "Qing Jun, do you still remember when I wanted to write a poem for you? Many years have passed, and that poem has been repeated in my heart. Today, I will formally give it to you and give you strength on your way. "
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he picked up Qing Jun by the scruff of his neck and walked out of the hall. As he walked, he recited the "Order of the Waves Washing Away the Sand."
"Outside the curtain, the rain gurgles, the spring wanes, the quilt cannot endure the cold of the fifth watch. In the dream, one does not know one is a guest, one day of pleasure. "
"Alone without leaning on the parapet, the boundless mountains and rivers, easy when apart, difficult when seen. The flowing water falls, the flowers go, the heavens on earth. "
Fang Yun's voice echoed throughout the land.
Outside the door, the rain gurgled. The new spring seemed to fade away because of the rain. The cold of the fifth watch invaded. The silk blanket could block the cold of the weather, but it could not block the cold in one's heart.
Qing Jun seemed to have been startled awake by the cold outside. He had no idea that the glory and wealth of the past was like a dream. It was only a temporary joy, and he was only a passerby in the dream.
Qing Jun, do not lean on the parapet and look into the distance. Look at the great Gyeongo mountains and rivers because they are no longer your mountains and rivers. It is easy to leave those mountains and rivers, but it is impossible to get them again.
Everything in the past, like the flowing water and red flowers of spring, will eventually pass.
In the past, the life of the Emperor in the dream was like heaven. Today's cold spring morning was the real world.
Qing Jun no longer cried. Instead, he was in a daze. Various scenes of the past floated in front of his eyes. The Crown Prince who had once sworn to make Gyeongo prosperous and safe, the Emperor who had once worked hard to govern, the wise Emperor who had once spent day and night reviewing memorials, and the moment when he finally discovered that all of his efforts had been erased by a single word from the Zong family.
At that time, Qing Jun finally knew that the Emperor was not the master of Gyeongo. The Zong Sheng was.
Ever since then, Qing Jun indulged in wine and women and sang every night.
"In the dream, one does not know one is a guest …"
Qing Jun choked up, and tears fell again.
In the eyes of others, he was the Emperor. In the eyes of the Zong Sheng, he was only a puppet, a tool for the Zong Sheng to realize the Divine Way.
The Emperor of Gyeongo was only a passerby of Gyeongo. Other than a short period of pleasure, he had nothing.
"The heavens on earth …"
Qing Jun suddenly remembered that many years ago, his teacher had stood in front of him and looked at the bright moon in the sky.
"Are you willing to give up everything for the position of Qing Jun?"
"I am willing!"
"Including yourself."
"Including myself!"
Qing Jun suddenly looked at the sky outside the door and yelled hoarsely, "I am not willing!"
The spring rain in Gyeongo suddenly stopped, and the sky cleared up.
Ao Zhou turned his head to look at the sky in confusion.
"You did not do it," Fang Yun said as he stepped over the threshold.
Qing Jun was startled. The light in his eyes suddenly dimmed.
"That's right, I didn't do it. I let down my master, let down my ancestors, and let down myself back then."
In the projection of the Xu Lou Bead, a spatial crack appeared the moment Fang Yun stepped over the threshold of Qianqing Temple. Fang Yun held Qing Jun by the neck and walked in, appearing in Qing's execution ground.
The white light of dawn fell lightly on the execution ground.
The rain on the ground froze.
Everyone saw Fang Yun grab the air with his left hand, and a Jingguo executioner appeared out of thin air. At the same time, a ring-shaped blade fell to the ground.
Fang Yun only glanced at the executioner and used his spiritual sense to communicate. The man immediately knelt on the ground and said, "I obey!"
Fang Yun casually flung Qing Jun to the ground.
Qing Jun's eyes widened, and he looked shocked. He seemed to be struggling with all his might. His entire body was trembling, but he maintained his kneeling position. He could not stand up or fall to the ground.
"Execute immediately."
As soon as Fang Yun finished speaking, the executioner's face revealed a ruthless expression. His ferocious nature erupted as he tore open his clothes, revealing his muscular upper body. He picked up the ringed blade and rushed forward. He took a deep breath and let out an angry roar as white mist gushed out of his mouth.
The ring-shaped blade moved from top to bottom, as if drawing a crescent moon in the sky.
The head fell to the ground, and blood spurted into the sky.
Fang Yun waved his hand, and the executioner disappeared. The ring-shaped blade was still in its original position.
The blood on the blade had already solidified, reflecting Qing Jun's dim eyes.
Fang Yun turned around and faced Qing. His body floated up. Ao Zhou hurriedly rushed over and respectfully used his head to cushion Fang Yun's soles.
The Qing Temple rose from the ground and turned into a ray of white light, shooting toward the Notre-Dame in the distance.
As Fang Yun rose, he slowly extended his right hand.
The other four fingers curled up, and he extended his index finger.
His index finger gently pressed down, as if it were a fingerprint.
The entire Qing Temple shook violently, and the surrounding ground cracked, forming a ring-shaped crack.
Rumble …
Qing Temple suddenly sank, and the water of the surrounding Jiu River flowed backward.
After a dozen breaths, Qing Temple disappeared and was replaced by a huge lake.
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