"Thank you for your kindness!"
Cheng Jingyuan and Cheng Luo quickly bowed to Mr. Dark Cloud.
Mr. Dark Cloud nodded and turned to leave.
Cheng Luo and his uncle looked at each other. Cheng Jingyuan nodded slightly.
"Uncle, take care." Cheng Luo got up and followed Mr. Dark Cloud out of the cell.
Cheng Jingyuan stayed in the cell safely.
After Cheng Luo said goodbye to Mr. Dark Cloud, he left the Divine Punishment Palace with some of the released Cheng family members.
"Seventh Uncle, what should we do next?"
A Cheng family member asked hesitantly.
Their ancestral land had been destroyed, and most of it was occupied by forces like Qingxia Villa.
They wanted to go back and start anew, but they also had to consider whether they would be suppressed by the forces in Tang Land.
Cheng Qing was no longer around. Their highest cultivation base was only Cheng Luo, who was at the seventh realm of the Confucian school. It would be difficult for him to deal with other people's suppression and targeting.
If they did not find a place to settle down soon, the Cheng family would lack a foundation to revive.
"Don't be impatient."
Cheng Luo said, "We're not in a hurry to return to the ancestral land."
The Cheng family members were curious. "Seventh Uncle, what should we do?"
"Everyone, calm down and be patient. Don't be impatient and don't be discouraged." Slowly, Cheng Luo said, "We'll spread out and teach in different places."
"Teach?"
Everyone in the Cheng family was stunned.
"Seventh Uncle, did you just say that we're teaching and not studying?" Many people thought they had heard wrong.
Cheng Luo said solemnly, "Yes, we're teaching."
Most of the Cheng family members were confused.
However, a few of them seemed to be thinking about something.
Cheng Luo continued, "I heard that Chang 'an is teaching literacy to the whole world. Regardless of gender, age, or gender, they have to go to private schools to learn the basics of reading and writing.
How many people are there in the world? How many teachers would be needed to make everyone literate?
There's a shortage of talents in this area. We can fill this gap. "
"Seventh Uncle, are we going to teach not just the city, but also the villages?" a young man asked curiously. "What is Chang 'an trying to do?"
"I don't know what His Majesty is thinking, but I know that this is our chance."
Cheng Luo said, "If we can make meritorious contributions through this, we will have a chance to be rewarded by the city of Chang 'an. We will have a chance to rebuild the Cheng family's foothold, and we won't have to worry about being taken advantage of!"
When everyone heard that, they were all excited. "That's right! Furthermore, with enough merits, we might be able to exchange for the freedom of others. "
Cheng Luo thought to himself, "First of all, they must be people who are sincerely willing to submit to Chang 'an. If they insist on not bowing their heads, I'm afraid it will be useless no matter how great our contributions are."
Instead of dampening everyone's enthusiasm, he simply said, "Everyone, calm down. Don't take the initiative to fight with others. Go to the fields and teach with your heads down. In this way, you will be working for Chang 'an. Even if you are scattered, you won't be afraid of being found trouble."
"Yes!" Everyone from the Cheng Clan answered in unison.
Then, under Cheng Luo's instructions, everyone dispersed to different places.
High up in the sky, in the Great Ming Palace, Zhang Dongyun watched this scene with a smile.
If the other party was really so obedient, he wouldn't mind giving the Cheng Clan a place to settle down and let them revive.
Of course, Cheng Luo's thinking was right.
Only those who were really treated like slaves by Chang 'an would be able to regain their freedom.
If they were still hostile, then they would have to obediently continue to work as laborers.
Mr. Dark Cloud, who was projected by Master Zhang, continued to the next cell.
In this cell, there were two Daoist priests.
When they saw Mr. Dark Cloud appear, the two Taoist priests stepped forward and bowed to him. "Greetings, Taoist brother."
Mr. Dark Cloud said indifferently, "You should already know that Qingbokgung is history."
The two Taoist priests present were the elders of Qingbokgung, one of the four famous Taoist sects in Eastern Tang. They were Taoist Jing Tong and Taoist Xuan Feng.
Other than the Taoist Priest Tian Yan, the two of them were the top masters of Qingbokgung.
They had been captured by Chang 'an City long ago and had been forced to work as laborers.
Therefore, after the death of Taoist Priest Tian Yan, Qingbokgung no longer had any masters.
The Eastern Tang royalty was completely wiped out. Qingbokgung was also cleansed by the Xuan Yi Sect.
Taoist Jing Tong and Taoist Xuan Feng not only knew about the destruction of Qingbokgung, but also the death of Taoist Priest Tian Yan.
However, the two of them had no choice but to lower their heads. "Sir, please allow us to continue the legacy of Qingbokgung."
Other than the two of them, there were also some Qingbokgung disciples who were captured in Chang 'an.
After a long period of hard work, they were also allowed to regain their freedom.
However, they faced the same problem as the Cheng Clan.
After Taoist Jing Tong, Taoist Xuan Feng, and the rest of the Qingbokgung disciples left, they first had to face the pressure of the Xuan Yi Sect.
Due to the existence of Chang 'an City, the Xuan Yi Sect didn't dare to do too much on the surface. However, if they did something behind the scenes, it would be enough to make the Qingbokgung suffer.
Especially when Taoist Xuan Feng heard that the Sect Master of the Xuan Yi Sect, Meng Shen, had just become a Perfected Person of the Ninth Level not long ago.
"Those who are loyal to Chang 'an will be able to establish themselves in Chang' an."
Mr. Dark Cloud said casually. "However, how far you can go in the future will depend on yourselves."
Taoist Jing Tong and Taoist Xuan Feng replied in unison, "Thank you, Your Majesty. Thank you for your guidance."
Mr. Dark Cloud nodded and turned to leave the cell.
Jing Tong and Xuan Feng followed behind him.
The two Taoist Priests looked at each other and smiled bitterly.
They said goodbye to Mr. Dark Cloud and left the Divine Punishment Palace. They were also thinking about how to win awards to rebuild Qingbokgung.
Mr. Dark Cloud ignored the two of them and went straight to the fifth cell.
A middle-aged man was sitting with his legs crossed.
When he saw Mr. Dark Cloud, he quickly stood up and saluted. "Huang Zhi of Baihong Peak. Nice to meet you, Mr. Dark Cloud."
The old man in black sized him up and said calmly, "You should know that Baihong Peak no longer exists in this world."
Elder Huang Zhi of Baihong Peak, a famous martial arts sect of the Eastern Tang dynasty, was silent for a while. Then he said, "In my heart, Baihong Peak still exists. Please forgive me."
"It doesn't matter to me," Mr. Dark Cloud said.
Huang Zhi could hear the murderous intent in the other party's casual tone.
He quickly said, "In the past, we served different masters. Baihong Peak and I never wanted to be enemies with Chang 'an. We were just doing what we were asked to do.
Although there were casualties, swords and sabers had no eyes, and the battlefield was merciless, so there was nothing to complain about.
Now that the Li Dynasty of the Eastern Tang dynasty is history, we have no intention of being enemies with Chang 'an.
On the contrary, I will do my best to fulfill Chang 'an's orders. "
Mr. Dark Cloud looked at him and nodded. "Very good. Remember what you said today."
"Of course, of course," Huang Zhi quickly replied.
"Go." Mr. Dark Cloud ordered.
Huang Zhi immediately followed him out of the cell.
After leaving the Divine Punishment Palace, Huang Zhi was also thinking.
Baihong Peak was destroyed. It would be difficult for them to make a comeback.
The only thing that comforted him was that he didn't have to worry about the Great River Dragon Sect like the Qingfu Palace worried about the Xuan Yi Sect or the Cheng Family worried about the Qingxia Villa.
Although they were enemies and not friends before, although he had heard the news that the Great River Dragon Sect had broken through the Baihong Peak.
But with the usual style of the Great River Dragon Sect, they wouldn't take advantage of the fact that Baihong Peak was weak to eliminate them.
Therefore, even if Huang Zhi returned to Baihong Peak, he would be able to establish himself in a short time.
However, Elder Huang wasn't in a hurry to return to Baihong Peak.
He first tried to contact Baihong Peak's old friends in the Chang 'an army.
In the past, Baihong Peak and the Eastern Tang royalty had a close relationship.
Many of their disciples had joined the Eastern Tang army.
Even the Eastern Tang military officer, Xiang Junming, was from Baihong Peak.
The current sixteen guards of Chang 'an were reorganized from the surrendered soldiers of the former seven countries of the Eastern Border.
The earliest framework was mostly set up by the surrendered Tang Army soldiers.
Among them, there was no lack of Baihong Peak's disciples and even the direct descendants.
However, everyone was now trying to tear off their original labels.
Whether it was Baihong Peak or the Tang Army.
Huang Zhi planned to contact them first and try.
Of course, he didn't want to use this opportunity to form alliances in the Chang 'an army with the intention of subverting the rule of Chang' an.
Huang Zhi's plan was to unite as many of the original descendants of Baihong Peak as possible.
If there were many people from Baihong Peak in the Chang 'an army, it would definitely form a force that couldn't be underestimated.
In this way, other forces in the land of the former Tang, except for the Dahe Longmen, would have to worry if they wanted to make a move on the rising Baihong Peak.
In the Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun watched Huang Zhi leave the inner city of Chang 'an in a hurry and shook his head with a smile.
And his projection of Mr. Dark Cloud entered the sixth cell.
In the cell, a middle-aged Confucian scholar stood up and bowed. "Greetings, Mr. Dark Cloud."
"Have you heard the news about Songyang Academy?" Mr. Dark Cloud asked.
The other party nodded. "I already know."
This middle-aged scholar was the former supervisor of Songyang Academy, Fang Wu.
"In the past, we didn't know what was good for us and offended Chang 'an. It's really our fault."
Fang Wu said, "I regret my past mistakes. The academy went against Chang 'an, so it's inevitable that it will end up like this. Even if the academy still exists today, I'm willing to destroy it with my own hands to serve Chang' an."
Mr. Dark Cloud looked at him and suddenly laughed.
"Not only did you not mean it, but you also pretended to be a villain. Is it worth it?"
Fang Wu's lips moved. "Sir, I don't understand …"
"You understand very well."
Mr. Dark Cloud said indifferently, "Isn't what you're thinking in your heart? Isn't it just a temporary humiliation to seek freedom, and then find a way to overthrow Chang 'an from the inside, in order to repay the kindness of the Songyang Academy and the kindness of the Eastern Tang royal family?"
Fang Wu's expression changed slightly.
Mr. Dark Cloud continued, "Even if the world doesn't understand you for a while, even if the other teachers and students of the academy misunderstand you as a villain, you're willing to suffer. In the future, history will clear your name and let countless people understand your painstaking efforts, right?"
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