Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Then, Confucian scholars and Taoist students who came to support together were dispatched by Tiance Zhenlong to various strongholds of the dynasty.

On the one hand, it is to assist the various strongholds to arrange formations, and on the other hand, it is to literacy for the soldiers of the dynasty and the people in the jurisdiction.

Even if he and the lords of the countries in the north are both heroes, there are differences between the heroes.

The Tiance True Dragon who has risen since the end of the century understands the importance of "culture" the most. What's more, he has a few great friends. Under the influence of his ears and eyes, he quickly understands some truths that he didn't understand before.

Back then, if it wasn't for the support of the Confucian sect, it would have been difficult for him to suppress the majestic star power. Even if all the brothers pinned their hopes on him, the day the seven star spirits returned to their bodies would also be the day when he died.

Fortunately, when he went north, he used the dynasty's stronghold in the Central Plains to exchange a lot of resources and classics.

Now, a Confucian scholar sent by a friend who has received the education of the Virtue and Ancient Taoism system, how could he send someone to the battlefield?All of these are precious resources, and it's too late for his treasures.

Except for the initial "commercial war" and the expansion of territory, the road to the unification of the northern border is basically Tiance's real dragon "farming". He is not as short of manpower as Tiandu.

He is short of talent here!

Because of their poor strength, Yi Shilao and others died at the hands of Mofo Bo Xun that year. After so many years, he even failed to recruit a suitable assistant minister. In this place in the northern border, there is too little talent. The average education level is even more amazing. If there is any need, he can only choose to study by himself.

Farming is not easy, Tiance sighed.

"Ugh--"

Just after Tiance Zhenlong recalled the experience of this period of time, he couldn't help sighing, a soldier went to the hall and presented a letter of worship:
"Report, Dragon Lord, a member of the Confucian sect came to visit, this is the invitation from the other party!"

Tian Ce Zhenlong took the greeting card from his hand, opened it, looked at it, immediately swept away his previous fatigue, and laughed heartily:

"Invite someone to come in, forget it, I will greet you in person!"

This action made the soldiers on the side a little stunned. There is only one person in the world who can make the Dragon Lord treat him like this!
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Outside Tenglong Hall, there were only two figures standing. Shang Qingyi, who was beside Lin Chongyang, couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he recalled the scene when he saw other Confucian scholars on the way.

Those Confucian scholars who are not even congenital are full of respect and longing for the people around them, and respect and envy for themselves who walk with them...

It's right to be envious.

It sounds outrageous.

In terms of cohesion, Buddhism and Taoism are compared with Confucianism.

At this time, a burst of unrestrained laughter came from the hall:
"Hahaha--"

Immediately, I saw a burly and imposing figure walking out of the hall walking like a dragon and a tiger:
"Friends come, just enter the palace directly, why do you need to hand over the greeting card!"

With the friendship between the two, there is absolutely no need for these vulgar etiquettes, but Tiance Zhenlong also knows that this is a friend trying to save face for him, although with his personality, he doesn't care about these at all.

After seeing the person coming, Lin Chongyang also said with a smile:

"Today is different from the past, etiquette cannot be discarded."

Hearing his friend's answer, Tiance Zhenlong shook his head helplessly, and looked at Shang Qingyi at the side:
"Who is this?"

"Let me introduce to my friends, Qingyi, a merchant from Fenggu."

Lin Chongyang first said to Tiance Zhenlong, then turned his head and introduced to Shang Qingyi:

"The Dragon Lord of the Tiance Dynasty, the real dragon of Tiance."

"Happy to meet."

"Happy to meet."

After the two greeted each other, Tiance Zhenlong also understood that the friend's trip this time should not be a special trip to give him a gift.

"The two of you will follow me into the palace first."

Aside, according to the conversation between the two of them, and the details of their actions.

Shang Qingyi barely judged that the friendship between Master Lin and this Tiance Dragon Lord is quite unusual, at least it must be a life-and-death friendship, the kind that can entrust each other's backs and lives to each other.

Otherwise, how could it be possible for a king of a dynasty and a head of a Confucian sect to be completely defenseless after meeting.

What he didn't know was that if he hadn't been concerned about his friend's status and was afraid of causing unnecessary troubles to his friend, Tiance Zhenlong had once thought that he would let his friend be by his side and be a one-word king.

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Hundreds of miles away from Tiance King's City, there is only a Yangtze River across, the source of the river, a clear pool in the clouds, green bamboo walls, light smoke covering the ground, the sky is close to the top, if you keep the universe in your room, you can live in the air Ruoxian.

"I'm exhausted. I thought that I would be able to appreciate the scenery of the northern country when I came to the northern border this time. I didn't expect that I would one day teach and teach others."

Following the voice, I saw a young man lying on the table next to him, his eyes were absent-minded, and his posture was very casual, like a salted fish that had lost its dream:

"Whether you received a mission to go out or came to the northern border, they are obviously two happy things. How can they become like this after getting together?"

Yun Wanggui recalled his dream, which was to be a handsome swordsman and ranger, and then to fight for justice. However, combined with his own real experience, it can be said that he died halfway through his business.

Rather...

He was just whining.

After the funeral is over, the next day, he will still assist Mo Qingchi to teach Bu Shuangji and others seriously.

At the side, Mo Qingchi and Sui Wuyuan could only helplessly shake their heads seeing his appearance.

At this moment, a flying letter came from far away, and Mo Qingchi took it into his palm, and then opened it for reading:

"Huh? The Confucian scholars in Wangcheng reported that the master has come to the north."

The sudden news made Yun Wanggui, who was lying on the table like a salted fish, wake up quickly after a jolt, completely unable to see the decadence just now:

"What what! Where are you?"

With such a reaction, even the unsmiling Mo Qingchi shook his head and chuckled at this moment:
"Ha, don't worry, the master probably needs to catch up with the Dragon Lord first, then go to visit the head of Mu, and then come over later."

At the same time as he spoke, he handed the letter in his hand to the other party. After Yun Wanggui took the letter and read it, he let out a sigh of relief:

"So that's the case, that's good."

After that, he seemed to want to go to something, turned his head to look at Mo Qingchi:

"Now that Wenyi Jingwei is completed, the supplies distributed in the gate should be arriving soon, right?"

"According to the time, it should be within a few days." Mo Qingchi nodded and replied.

Part of the materials he used to build Wenyi Jingwei was sponsored by Tiance Zhenlong, and the other part was sponsored by Mu Lingfeng. In addition, he still had some savings himself, so it was just right for him to spend his money.

When the materials in the door are in place, the vacancies in the classics can be filled smoothly, and some places that were originally unable to turn around will no longer be a problem.

"Since the principal will not come for a while, then..."

After returning the letter to Mo Qingchi, Yun Wanggui leaned back on the table again, continuing to be a salted fish that had lost his dreams:

"Leave me paralyzed for a while."

suddenly
Roar--!
He heard a loud dragon chant, and saw a dark purple prison dragon coming through the sky above the clouds.