"Heh."
Wang Chong faintly chuckled.
"Young Master Li, the universe, the sun, moon, and stars all have their own Dao, all things have their own principles. Rivers flow from high places to low places, the sun, moon, and stars rise from the east and set in the west. These are all simple truths that everyone knows. But your actions and your methods are destined to fail. An antelope can coexist with a goat, but a tiger and a lion cannot share a cage. Forcing the antelope to eat meat while the tiger and wolf eat grass will only result in a sudden death.
"I can understand your original intentions, but the Abbasid Caliphate and Ü-Tsang are tigers and wolves, not goats. The concept of the strong preying on the weak has already been deeply ingrained in their hearts. Just a few schools and wishful thinking won't succeed."
Wang Chong sternly said. These people were too one-sided. This was no longer a question of success, but the price the Central Plains would have to pay for their 'one-sided' wishful thinking.
"Heh, King of Foreign Lands, rivers flow from high places to low places, but people can carry water from low places to high places. The sun, moon, and stars rise from the east and set in the west, but when they are not present, people can light torches to illuminate the night sky. There are some things that, if one doesn't even have the courage to try, how can one know if they will succeed? "
Li Junxian sternly said, his expression determined.
"But what if they fail? Do you know how great of a price you will have to pay? For the sake of your ideals and ambitions, do you know how many people will have to be sacrificed? In the war of the southwest, more than four hundred thousand people died, but only a hundred-thousand-some of them were soldiers of the Tang dynasty. In the battles of Talas and Khorasan, more than one million people died, but only two-hundred-thousand-some of the Tang dynasty soldiers died. This is already unbearable for you. But if your plan fails, do you know how many people of the Central Plains will die? Several hundred thousand? Several million? You will never be able to imagine that number! Have you ever thought about this! "
Wang Chong sternly demanded.
This time, Li Junxian said nothing. Instead, he slowly closed his eyes as if in thought. After a long while, his voice resounded through the restaurant.
"Everything has a price. In the war between Qin and Zhao, both sides lost more than four hundred thousand people, and countless commoners were implicated. In the battle of Fei River, more than eight hundred thousand soldiers were wiped out, and when the former Sui attacked the Goguryeo Empire, the number of casualties reached a million, and more than five million commoners were implicated. In the end, it led to the destruction of the Great Sui. Throughout the dynasties, there are countless examples like this. "
"As long as the war doesn't end, the deaths and injuries will never end. Since ancient times, the number of people who died and were injured because of ideological differences is more than ten million. If we can achieve the Great Harmony of the world and put an end to war, then all the sacrifices will be worth it. "
Li Junxian sternly said. His voice was extremely calm, without the slightest ripple of emotion. It was like he was speaking of an ordinary and trivial matter.
"Ridiculous! You're treating the fate of the country like a game!"
Wang Chong paled at these words and couldn't help but harshly rebuke him. These people were all true madmen. Under the banner of ideals and righteousness, the people of the world were just pawns on their chessboard. They said it was for the world, but they didn't care about the lives of the people. With the calamity upon them, the Tang Dynasty would not be able to endure their torment.
No matter what, Wang Chong could not allow them to succeed.
"All of you should give up on this idea. The people of the Great Tang are not tools for you to achieve your goals. I don't care if you're doing this for the Harmonious World or whatever, and I don't care how noble your goals seem, and I certainly don't care what banner you're flying. As long as I live, your goals will never succeed!"
Wang Chong's words were firm and brimming with determination. Wang Chong had gone to great lengths to pacify the southwest and stabilize Talas precisely so that he could reverse the fate of the Tang Dynasty and save the people of the world. These people seemed to have the same goal as him, but in reality, they were doing the exact opposite. The Central Plains and the millions of people of the world had become the chips and tools for their gamble.
Whether in his previous life or this life, Wang Chong would never allow these people to succeed.
"Buzz!"
All the Confucians in the restaurant instantly paled at Wang Chong's words. Wang Chong was the new War God of the Tang Dynasty, the first Imperial Prince of a different sex in the last several hundred years. Whether in the Imperial Court, the people, or the military, Wang Chong wielded enormous influence. If Wang Chong was determined to make an enemy of them, their plans would be thwarted at every turn. Moreover, the Wang Clan was a clan of ministers and generals, with three generations of them serving as ministers and ministers. Once this faction was gathered, it would be no small force.
"King of Foreign Lands, you're saying that you're determined to make an enemy of us!"
Across the table, Li Junxian's expression chilled as he finally paled.
From start to finish, he had been trying to win over Wang Chong. With the help of Wang Chong, the King of Foreign Lands, they would face much less pressure. But things did not go as he wished. Wang Chong appeared to have steeled his heart to oppose them, and this was the last thing Li Junxian wanted to see.
"It's not that I'm making an enemy of you, but that you are making an enemy of me! The world is not your chessboard, and the people are not your toys. I will give you one last chance. Pull back before it's too late. Otherwise, I will uproot all of you. Zhang Chaoshu's matter is only the beginning. If I can pull out one Zhang Chaoshu, I can pull out countless Zhang Chaoshu and eliminate all the chess pieces you've placed in the Imperial Court! "
Wang Chong coldly said.
Wang Chong had not come to Drunken Moon Pavilion purely to meet with Li Junxian. The naivety and childishness of these people had already done harm to the Tang Dynasty. Wang Chong would not permit them to continue and inflict even greater harm!
Bang!
Everyone in the restaurant paled at Wang Chong's threat.
"Impudent!"
"Arrogant!"
The Confucians in the restaurant angrily rebuked, and in the blink of an eye, a vast aura erupted from their bodies and locked onto Wang Chong. But a moment later, Li Junxian made a small movement that immediately stopped them.
"Wang Chong."
Li Junxian's snow-white sleeves flapped in the wind as he stood up from his seat. The smile on his face was gone, replaced by solemnity. He no longer addressed Wang Chong as King of Foreign Lands, but by his name.
"The Harmonious World is the trend of the times, and it cannot be changed by anyone's will. Whether you are a general, minister, or a marquis, all of you are insignificant in the face of this trend. A mantis trying to stop a chariot overestimates its own strength. In the end, not only will you not be able to stop the wheel of history, you will only invite the fire and be crushed into ashes!
"Whether it is the southwest or the northwest, I believe that you and I are the same kind of person. This is also why I have tolerated you time and time again. Thus, even though you rejected me last time, even though I knew that you might not agree, I was still willing to wait in this restaurant for you to come and try to persuade you one last time. Alas, your stupidity is even more formidable than I imagined. This is not a threat, but your own destruction. In the end, you and the Wang Clan behind you will pay the price. Any stumbling block before the wheel of history will ultimately be crushed into powder, reduced to the dust of history. "
As Li Junxian spoke, he slowly straightened his body, his snow-white robe flapping in the wind. At the same time, a boundless and disdainful aura erupted from his body, one that was not one bit inferior to Wang Chong's.
Wang Chong's pupils constricted at these words, his expression turning frigid.
"It seems that our paths are different and we cannot work together. Since that's the case, farewell!"
With these words, Wang Chong drained the wine on the table and left with a flick of his sleeve.
In this meeting, neither Wang Chong nor Li Junxian had been able to convince the other. The two had different experiences and different ideals, foreordained that they would never be able to walk together. As Wang Chong stood up and walked out of the restaurant, all was deathly still, no one speaking.
"Wait a moment."
As Wang Chong reached the stairs, a voice came from behind him. Li Junxian was standing in front of the table, staring at Wang Chong's back, his expression cold and aloof.
"Once we leave this place, we will forever be enemies!"
"We already are!"
Wang Chong paused at the top of the stairs and continued forward.
"King of Foreign Lands, I will give you one last sentence. You did not kill Boren, but Boren died because of you! Ever since Khorasan, your subordinates in the northwest have not been separated from each other! "
Li Junxian's voice came from behind him, tinged with a threatening tone.
"Buzz!"
The footsteps came to an abrupt stop, and Wang Chong's body trembled as he came to a stop. For the first time, Wang Chong paled.
"Many thanks!"
A moment later, Wang Chong came back to his senses and continued down the stairs.
"I appreciate the Confucian Sect's good intentions! In the future, I will definitely pay a visit! "
The words' Confucian Sect 'caused all the Confucians in the hall on the second floor, including the young swordsman, to grimace. Even the white-robed and elegant Li Junxian, brimming with the aura of a leader, instantly lost his composure and composure. But before he could speak, the sound of footsteps gradually faded away, and Wang Chong had already disappeared from Drunken Moon Pavilion.
… …
"Your Highness, how was it?"
The moment Wang Chong walked out of Drunken Moon Pavilion, a group of people hurriedly went to greet him.
"Get on the carriage first. We'll talk after we get back!"
Wang Chong sternly said.
The carriage began to move, leaving Drunken Moon Pavilion and heading toward the Wang Family Residence. Wang Chong sat within the carriage, his brow suffused with an intense gloom.
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