Humane Yongchang

Chapter 494 Prosperity
"... Seven years to conquer the world!"

Chen Sheng's majestic shout sounded like spring thunder rolling across the wilderness.

More than [-] soldiers and civilians who watched the ceremony looked up at the outstanding figure on the top of the altar with excitement, and their enthusiasm was like a spark of fire, converging into a prairie fire!

They are looking forward to, looking forward to, their Highness the King of Han declares that the Great Han Dynasty will be established and he will be promoted to be emperor!
However, after Chen Sheng recited the three words "gaining the world", he suddenly couldn't read the subsequent writings that were parallel, four, li, six, full of flowers, and both grace and power.

He paused, looking silently at the sacrificial oracle in his hand. The dignified, powerful and powerful seal scripts on the sacrificial oracle seemed to have turned into villains, jumping out one by one to slap him...

The world?

A weak dynasty that can't even frighten the barbarians has the face to claim to have won the world?

king?

A king who can't even protect his own people has the face to call himself the emperor?
Are you disgusting your ancestors, or your descendants?
Chen Sheng suddenly grabbed the sacrificial text into a ball...

It's not that he doesn't understand that the neighboring barbarians chose to invade Kyushu at this time, but they sincerely disgust him.

In order to retaliate against his overly tough foreign policy.

He understands.

But they still succeeded!

Chen Sheng really couldn't swallow this breath, and he wasn't going to swallow it.

Maybe it's because he is still too superficial, and he still doesn't like the kind of behavior that has already been torn apart, but still has to take into account the image of a big country, and endure it again and again.

He still prefers the method of blood for blood and tooth for tooth that "if you dare to stab me with a knife, even if I lose my teeth, I will swear to throw your ashes up".

Perhaps in the future, the diplomatic situation between countries will become more complicated, and many actions are forced.

But at this time.

at this point!
Since he was lucky enough to be the founding king of the Han Dynasty, he must not infuse the slightest cowardly blood into this land and this civilization, and he must not give any bad head to future generations!
Go fucking whitewash peace!

Fuck the belligerent and die!

……

This pause was extraordinarily long...

The hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians who watched the ceremony looked at the figure on the top of the altar in bewilderment, and their mood gradually became anxious, lest there be any accidents.

Below the altar, Fan Zeng, who was standing in front of the altar as a deacon, sniffed the increasingly familiar smell in the air, and said in a low voice with his heart beating like a drum: "It's over, it's over, it's over..."

Standing beside him, Li Si was also beating with anxiety, when he suddenly heard him talking to himself, he turned his head in doubt and asked, "Fan Gong, what do you know?"

Fan Zeng was about to perfunctory, when he suddenly saw Chen Sheng raised his hand on the altar, and a black object flew into the burning Yuzhou cauldron, his heart sank suddenly, and he sighed: "Your Majesty, calm down, calm down!"

However, how could his low-pitched lament reach the altar nearly ten feet high?
Hearing the majestic voice of his own king, it suddenly became as sharp as a knife and gun, and every word and every word seemed to poke a big hole out of the sky!

"Victory, you will win the world by chance, be promoted to the throne, the country will be Han, the capital will be Jinling, and the reign will be Renwu!"

"From now on, the children of Kyushu are all Han people!"

"There is no distinction between North and South, West and East, all are brothers, sisters, and blood!"

"Inside, unite as one, constantly strive for self-improvement, self-respect and self-love, diligence and thrift to pass on to the family!"

"Externally, unanimously open up the frontier and expand the territory, the crime lies in the present, and the merit lies in the future!"

"I sincerely hope that my sons and daughters will be born equal and everyone will be like a dragon!"

"I sincerely hope that my Han nationality will prosper and prosper!"

"I sincerely hope that the mountains and rivers illuminated by the sun and the moon will all be my territory!"

"I sincerely hope that the surrounding barbarians will bow their heads and be good at singing and dancing!"

"Victory, I am willing to be the first to fight for it, to do my best, and to die!"

"This heart and this wish are witnessed by the ancestors and ancestors, and thousands of Han people have learned from each other!"

He paused every sentence, and his voice was as strong as a thunderbolt from the blue sky, which shocked hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians who were watching the ceremony.

Thousands of words, gradually condensed into one sentence in their hearts: fortunate to be born and raised in this place, and to be the same generation as the king!
Chen Sheng on the top of the altar also took a deep breath, suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart, clenched his right hand, raised it high, and roared loudly: "Big man, Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

One hundred thousand soldiers of the Han army instinctively raised their weapons and echoed hoarsely.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

The voice quickly swept across the western suburbs and spread to Jinling.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians watching the ceremony raised their fists high and shouted hoarsely!
They could sense his anger from the voice of their king.

Although they still don't know why their king is angry...

But that doesn't matter!
The important thing is, no matter why your king is angry, knock him down, beat him to death, and destroy him!

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng..."

Fan Zeng waved his fist and shouted hoarsely with the crowd.

Li Si saw the opportunity, dragged him over, and asked in a loud voice, "Fan Gong, what happened? Why didn't the king follow the rehearsal process?"

He, Han Fei and Fan Zeng worked together on the sacrificial oration to worship the ancestors. After repeated revisions and corrections, it was finally completed. Could he not know what was written on it?
As for what the king said just now, it sounds like a boost, but the content...is really scary to think about carefully!

If it is passed on, if one is not good, the great king's reputation may be ruined!

Hearing Li Si's question, Fan Zeng finally calmed down a bit, and quickly responded in a low voice: "At Maoshi, we received a report from the frontier, and the Sibari invaded!"

Li Si was startled when he heard the words, then trembled immediately, raised his fist quickly, and shouted loudly along with the crowd: "Wan Sheng, Wan Sheng..."

God's sins are still forgiven.

Self-inflicted, can't live!

……

The vast fortune of the country, manifested in the shouts of mountains and tsunami, condensed into nine golden dragons of luck, hovering above the altar, setting off a tsunami of vitality visible to the naked eye, like a downpour.

Chen Sheng, standing on the altar, bears the brunt.

At first, he felt suffocated, as if he was going to be "drowned" by the vitality of heaven and earth.

Then I just felt my whole body relax...

It was like breaking free from dozens of ropes.

It was like letting go of a heavy burden.

Breathing like a conditioned reflex, but so light that it seems to be blowing up with the wind!
Corresponding to this "lightness".

It is the "sinking" of power!
He really felt the existence of power.

It is no longer like strength, an invisible substance that needs to be manipulated by the mind to perceive it!
Instead, it has become like hands and feet, real existence, and has always existed and resident!
The "heaviness" of strength makes up for the "lightness" of the physical body, as if his power is replacing his physical body and becoming the proof of his existence!

Chen Sheng squeezed his fist, carefully sensing the force that exploded in his palm, enough to break mountains and rubble.

This force is so powerful.

Comparable to his previous full blow!
But it was so subtle in his feelings.

Subtly, he did only use the power of clenching his fist, and did not deliberately mobilize other forces to cooperate.

I clearly didn't use much strength.

This subtle but huge difference made him realize quickly: "Is this the sub-sage?"

Before that, he always thought that the difference between the sub-sage and the sage was similar to the gap in "personality" and "fruit status".

Only at this moment did he realize that the difference between a sub-sage and a sage is the difference between a closed source and an open source.

Yasheng is a closed source, establishing a set of laws that belong to him alone, and constantly using the set of laws to measure all things in the world, so as to improve his understanding of the world.

Just like a mathematician, everything is mathematics.

Physicists see everything as physics.

However, the realm of saints is open source, able to continuously introduce other people's principles into one's own system of principles, and improve one's understanding of the entire world.

Look at mountains as mountains, see water as water, mountains and rivers meet, and the world is complete.

'so……'

Chen Sheng said thoughtfully: "The difference between a sub-sage and a sage is not in strength? '

'That is to say, Yasheng's power can also catch up with the saint! '

'Just development and future, far less bright than saints? '

Since his Han army expelled Yingzheng and Liu Bang and ruled the world.

In just three months, he has completed the cultivation path that other practitioners have taken for decades, or even hundreds of years, from the Dzogchen cultivation realm to the sub-sacred realm in one breath!
Three levels in a row!

This kind of frightening speed of improvement as if the illusion is reflected into reality is undoubtedly a great event worthy of setting up a hundred and eighty tables and making a big fuss!
But thinking about it carefully, these three levels have almost consumed all the background of him starting from Chen County and fighting all the way to a great man's foundation. These three levels seem to be a bit mediocre...

The speed of practice in the future may slowly slow down.

Currently, the only way Chen Sheng can think of as a path to become a sage is the imperial examination.

Opening the imperial examination will not only completely bury the remnants of the aristocratic families, end the dark rule of the old blood nobles over Kyushu, but also truly open the way for the people at the bottom to be promoted, and achieve a certain sense of fair selection of scholars.
But unfortunately, the timing is not right. The current basic education of the big man is still very hip, forcing the imperial examination, either to admit famous people from aristocratic families, or to admit students from the Jixia Academy. No matter which side is admitted, it does not conform to his original intention of holding the imperial examination!
Moreover, Chen Sheng has reasons to believe that the path of opening the imperial examination alone may not be enough to support him to reach the realm of a saint...

Be open source!

Just one exam, what tricks can you play?
……

While Chen Sheng was thinking, his vision of being promoted to the sub-sage had quietly come.

On the azure blue sky behind the altar, the vision of the black and gold Kowloon canopy and the imperial chariot of the Nine Horsemen slowly appeared!
On the chariot, there was a person sitting high. The person's face was blurred, and he could only clearly see that the person was holding a sword in one hand and a sword in the other. His majestic and tyrannical aura was like a storm passing through, making people daunting!
At the right time, the purple air came from the west.

As soon as Chen Sheng raised his head, he saw an old man with a high crown and belt, snow-white beard and hair, and a burly body like an iron tower, slowly driving an ox cart on the west road.

When he looked at the burly old man.

The burly old man was also looking at him.

The four eyes met in the void.

It's like two eras colliding...

This is not the first time Chen Sheng met Confucius.

But it was the first time he faced Confucius.

The real sense of "face up"!
What he saw was not a respectable old master.

Nor is it a tyrannical awe-inspiring righteousness.

But thousands of branches, countless possibilities...

What made him unable to hold back the most was that he clearly saw the traces of "Lun Yu" on the body of Confucius.

The portion is not light!
'Is this the open source of Confucius? '

His heart was greatly shocked, and after his thoughts scattered thousands of times in an instant, he forcibly pulled them back... Now is not the time to think about this!
He looked at Confucius, and sent a message from the air: 'Are you always ready? '

Old Master Confucius also looked at him, looked at his majesty in black and gold Kowloon uniform, looked at his majestic majesty standing under the canopy imperial chariot... There was an unconcealable appreciation and admiration on his old face .

He was born in the most brilliant era of all schools of thought. He had studied with Lao Tzu, discussed the Tao with Mo Zi, and met as many outstanding talents as crucian carp crossing the river!

Chen Sheng...can enter the top five!
Facing Chen Sheng's question, he replied with a questioning message: 'Are you ready? '

Chen Sheng frowned: "Why? '

The old master Confucius stroked his beard unhurriedly: "If the old man succeeds, the calamity will collapse without a fight; if the old man fails, the calamity will come back again!" '

Chen Sheng was startled, and immediately asked decisively: "Then are you always sure?" '

Old Master Confucius paused with his hand stroking his beard, and after a few breaths he replied, "Fifty percent!" '

Chen Sheng frowned again: "Is there a workaround?" '

The old master Confucius said calmly, "It's a knife to extend the head, and a knife to shrink the head. It's the best situation right now." '

Chen Sheng understood what the "best situation" in his words was, he hesitated for a moment, and then lightly put his left hand on the Tai'a sword at his waist: "Then please grow old, raise the throne, and enlighten the ages!" '

Old Master Confucius smiled, nodded slightly and said, "Good! '

The exchange of spiritual thoughts between the two seemed to be very long, but in fact it was extremely short.

When Chen Sheng withdrew his divine sense, the carnival-like roar of "Wan Sheng" around the altar did not stop.

Seeing the ordinary bullock cart lifted into the sky, under the attention of everyone, it flew to Chen Sheng: "Confucian Confucius, please be a Hanchen, congratulate your majesty on enthroning, long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

Chen Shengping looked at the bullock cart approaching from the air, squeezed his palms calmly, kept his hands down without bending his waist, and performed the half-master's salute: "The most holy teacher is very polite. If you don't give up, I would like to worship you as the grand master Help me benevolent to the great man, and benefit all the people!"

On the bullock cart, Confucius pinched the hem of his palms: "Stay true to what you want, and dare not ask for your ears!"

Chen Sheng nodded: "Good!"

Every word of the dialogue between the two was clearly heard by hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians who watched the ceremony.

The purple air that covers the sky and the sun is also slowly connecting with the golden dragon of luck in the sky under the eyes of everyone.

　Sorry for being late...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)