Hearing Li Hong's words, the Eastern Tang Prime Minister Lu Meng frowned slightly.
"I remember that his name is Murong Ting?"
Li Hong nodded. "Prime Minister Lu should keep an eye on this person."
Lu Meng looked at Li Hong. "If that's the case, why don't Your Highness talk to this person?"
The Secret Pavilion directly answered to King of Tang, Li Xuanxin. Of course, Lu Meng wouldn't suggest that Crown Prince Li Hong rope in the core figure of the Secret Pavilion.
But at the very least, he should ease the relationship with the other party and not keep going against Li Hong.
Although the Secret Pavilion and the Crown Prince's Mansion were at odds with each other, to a certain extent, the King of Tang had single-handedly created the conflict. However, the Secret Pavilion was still in the hands of the person in charge.
He didn't ask for the other party to express goodwill, but at least they shouldn't secretly set traps.
The Secret Pavilion had already lost Gu Hechuan, a Seventh Realm master, but they kept it a secret and didn't report it to Crown Prince Li Hong.
They even used the spies that Li Hong had planted in the Secret Pavilion to spread false news to Li Hong, saying that there were no masters in Chang 'an and that they only relied on the Poisonous Fog Maze to stop the Tang Army from attacking the city.
Mr. Mingxi, Cheng Jingyuan, and the others were trapped in Chang 'an largely because of this problem. They underestimated the enemy and thought that a few Seventh Realm cultivators could take down Chang' an. In the end, they were all wiped out and none of them returned.
Although it was later proven that Chang 'an was stronger than expected.
But it was also true that the Secret Pavilion had set traps for the Crown Prince.
"We made a small contact, but we didn't dare to make any big moves."
Li Hong said, "After all, we have to consider Father's thoughts."
Lu Meng nodded gently and said, "Your Highness is mature and prudent. It's not impossible. However, Commandery Prince Muping has been increasingly aggressive recently and is getting closer to the Secret Pavilion."
Li Hong's expression turned serious. "I understand."
Prince Muhira, Li Yi, was the second son of the King of Tang, Li Xuanxin. He was extremely courageous and had always coveted Li Hong's position as the heir to the throne.
He had broken through last year and reached the eighth level of martial arts, Phantom Might, which was on par with Li Hong. His attitude was even more arrogant and despotic, and he often clashed with Li Hong.
The master of the Hidden Pavilion, Gao Yu, had always been at loggerheads with Crown Prince Li Hong. In recent years, he had become closer to Prince Muhira and Li Yi, becoming a huge problem for Crown Prince Li Hong.
King of Tang was wary of the reconciliation between the Crown Prince and the Secret Pavilion, but he turned a blind eye to Li Yi's actions, which made Crown Prince Li Hong's heart heavier.
Previously, when he attacked Chang 'an, he lost his fourth brother, Li Dang, who had always supported him. The momentum of both sides decreased and increased.
"Prime Minister Lu, don't worry. I will be careful."
Li Hong said calmly, "Father has ordered us to start cutting off Chang 'an's supporters. Compared to the Dahe Longmen, the Tingshan Academy is weaker. Let's put them first."
Lu Meng smiled. "Tingshan has always had rebellious intentions and disobeyed His Majesty's grace. His Majesty is magnanimous and cherishes civility, which is why he allowed them to stay.
Now, they are pushing their luck and walking together with Chang 'an. They have disgraced civility and are digging their own grave.
Let's leave this place to I. "
"Thank you, Prime Minister Lu, for taking care of this personally. With you here, we will definitely succeed." Li Hong said, "The surrounding troops and horses will be at your disposal."
"Thank you, Your Highness." Lu Meng bowed and immediately made arrangements to leave the capital on the same day.
As he set off for Tingshan, the Confucian cultivators of Songjiang Academy also received the notice to set off.
The Tang Army around Tingshan also began to mobilize.
Lu Meng arrived at the foot of Tingshan and looked at the peak in front of him with a smile.
The previous Dean of Tingshan Academy was killed by the Eastern Tang.
They did not eliminate the source of trouble because King of Tang, Li Xuanxin, wanted to subdue and divide the scholars here for his own use.
However, in recent years, few students of Tingshan Academy entered the court as officials. Most of them studied here behind closed doors.
This was naturally the best for Songyang Academy and Lu Meng.
It seemed that the King of Tang had finally lost his patience this time.
Lu Meng ordered the general of the Tang Army beside him, "His Majesty has ordered that the Tingshan Academy colluded with the rebels of Chang 'an and is not to be pardoned. Immediately shut down and arrest everyone in the academy. Anyone who resists will be killed."
"Yes, Your Majesty." The general responded, then raised his arm and waved it forward.
Everyone surrounding the mountain immediately began to attack.
Lu Meng and the Confucian cultivators of Songyang Academy around him all stared at the green mountain in front of them.
If the cultivators of Tingshan Academy resisted, they would personally help the army to suppress them.
At this moment, in a quaint academy on the mountain, the Headmaster of the academy, Li Zhibin, bowed to all the students.
"For my own selfish interests, I implicated the entire academy. I am ashamed to face everyone. My death cannot absolve me.
Those who are willing to seek refuge with the Eastern Tang, go now. Don't lose your lives because of me. "
A group of students hurriedly stepped forward and helped Li Zhibin up. "Don't say that, Sir. We are scholars. We can't be subdued by force. How can we bow and bend our knees just because of the weapons under the mountain?"
"Yes, Sir. Brother Li has been studying with us for more than ten years. He is your son and also our classmate. We will only be happy that he can be saved."
"The Eastern Tang is tyrannical. How can you blame it on yourself?"
A group of students was talking at once.
Li Jun was grateful and ashamed at the same time.
An old man next to him helped Li Zhibin and his son up. "If you want to succumb to the weapons of the Tang Army, just like Songyang, Lu Meng, and the others, we would have succumbed to them years ago. Teacher, why do you have to die in vain?"
Li Zhibin shook his head and sighed. "If it weren't for the matter between me and Jun 'er, we could have at least studied in the mountains for a few more years."
The old man was the current director of Tingshan Academy, Wan Li.
He patted Li Zhibin on the shoulder. "We can study anywhere. We are not going to sit here and wait for death."
He turned to everyone and said, "The Eastern Tang is not benevolent. We have to leave Tingshan, break out of the encirclement, and study elsewhere. What do you think?"
"Good!" Everyone shouted in unison.
Someone shouted, "Mr. Li and Brother Li both said that Chang 'an is a good place. We might as well go there."
However, there were also some people who hesitated. "The Eastern Tang accused us of colluding with Chang 'an, but we didn't …"
"The Eastern Tang is tyrannical. If we want to rebel, so be it!" A student next to him said, "Now it seems that Chang 'an is the most likely place to rebel against the Tang. It places more emphasis on culture and education than other places."
Director Wan Li raised his hand and stopped everyone's discussion. "Let's break out of the encirclement first. Let's set off quickly. We can't waste any time."
He asked Li Zhibin and another Seventh Realm instructor to lead people down the mountain first. "There are some things in the Academy that can't be taken away. However, we can't leave the Eastern Tang behind. I will take care of them."
"I'll go too," Li Zhibin said, "There are some things about Chang 'an that I didn't have time to talk about earlier."
Wan Li frowned but didn't object. He only urged the other students to leave quickly.
When most of the others had left, Wan Li looked at Li Zhibin. "I is the director of the Academy."
Li Zhibin nodded calmly. "Therefore, it's time for you to lead everyone to a new world."
The two of them had a tacit understanding.
There was a literary talent outside who was at least an Eighth Realm great scholar.
It was most likely that the director of Songyang Academy, Lu Meng, had come in person.
With him around, someone had to cover the retreat. Otherwise, no one would be able to leave.
He didn't mention it just now because he didn't want to affect the others' morale.
"You've just reunited with your son. You'd better leave as soon as possible."
Director Wan Li smiled. "I am all alone. I have no children and I'm old. I don't have much time left. When I took over as the director, it was because I was good at smoothing things over and half-heartedly dealt with the Eastern Tang.
In terms of knowledge and virtue, I can't compare to you. You're in your prime and have a great future. It's only a matter of time for you to rule the country. It's not impossible for you to conquer the world. "
"Ever since I put the Academy in danger for Jun 'er, I've lost my virtue."
Li Zhibin heard the cries of the Eastern Tang army getting closer and closer. "Even if we can break out, I don't know how many students will be harmed because of me and my son. How can I face them in the future?"
Wan Li's expression darkened slightly when he heard that.
"If I go out, I'll be ashamed to face my teachers and students who died. I can only cover my face and die. It's better to atone for my sins here."
Li Zhibin took off a jade pendant from his body and handed it to Wan Li. "My wife died early. When I leave, Jun 'er will have no family. Please allow me to be selfish for the last time. In the future, I hope you can take care of Jun' er."
After that, he bowed to Wan Li.
Wan Li wanted to persuade him again. Li Zhibin looked up and said sternly, "If you don't leave now, you won't be able to!"
Dean Wan looked up to the sky and sighed. He took the jade pendant and bowed to Li Zhibin. Then, he ran to the back of the mountain to catch up with the others.
Li Zhibin breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of the Academy gate. He looked at the Eastern Tang army in front of him with a peaceful expression.
"Li Zhibin, the head of Ting Mountain, will live and die with Ting Mountain today. Although Ting Mountain is destroyed, it will be buried with the wolves!"
His peaceful voice spread far and wide.
His rich literary talent soared into the sky and merged with the natural Spiritual Qi in the surroundings.
The air suddenly became scorching hot as if there was an invisible force constantly rubbing against each other.
The next moment, the mountain was set ablaze.
The fire quickly spread across the entire Ting Mountain and turned it into a sea of fire.
At the foot of the mountain, the people of Songyang Academy saw the fire and picked up their brushes and splashed ink to write poems about the rain, the river, and the sea.
Then, a large number of rivers and lakes were formed and a large amount of water poured onto Ting Mountain.
However, not only did the fire on Ting Mountain not die out, it burned even more fiercely and rushed toward the Songyang Academy disciples.
Songyang's Dean Lu Meng waved his hand. His literary talent flashed and turned into a ten-meter-long shining brush.
Wherever the tip of the brush went, the rivers and lakes appeared and blocked the fire.
Lu Meng frowned slightly. "Wan Li and the others want to run?"
He stepped into the sky and ignored the fire on Ting Mountain and chased over the mountain peak.
However, at this moment, the fire on the mountain burned even more fiercely. The flames soared into the sky and rolled toward Lu Meng.
Lu Meng controlled the giant brush in the air and swept it down. The flames could not get close to him at all.
However, the flames suddenly condensed and turned into a giant brush more than ten meters long.
Lu Meng was shocked.
The supernatural power of the giant brush should be at the eighth realm of the Confucian school of thought. Only the great Confucian scholars at the state of governance could have it.
How could the Seventh Realm Li Zhibin do it?
Lu Meng took a closer look and saw Li Zhibin vomiting blood and using his own blood as ink to write.
The blood-red words flew in the fire and finally condensed into a giant brush that swept across the people of Songyang.
Lu Meng himself was stopped by him, and the other Songyang Academy disciples were utterly defeated.
Li Zhibin's suicide poem ended his own life, as well as the lives of many Tang Army and Songyang students.
Lu Meng was furious. The giant brush fell and incorporated the classic principle of Songyang Academy, "Breaking the Cliff and Cutting Off the Corners". The giant brush formed by Li Zhibin's literary talent was shaved almost bald.
Li Zhibin shouted, and his body also ignited in flames.
His giant brush also incorporated the classic principle of Tingshan Academy, "Writing Straight and Straight".
The nearly bald body of the brush shot up into the sky and bounced off Lu Meng's giant brush. It went straight for his chest!
Lu Meng shouted loudly, shaking the giant wood-like brush in front of him. However, he was still hit in the chest.
He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
The surviving Songyang students went forward to catch Lu Meng with difficulty.
Everyone was still in shock and looked back at the mountain.
Ting Mountain had been burned to the ground, and the fire was gradually extinguishing.
The academy in the mountain was reduced to nothing. Only a charred figure remained standing, as if it had become a part of Ting Mountain.
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