Royal Master Painter

Chapter 395
Boss Qing did not leave Qingdu after defeating Wei Changli, and there is one more thing in the article that he must obtain.

Dragging his mutilated half of his body, Boss Qing walked into the Great Mist Chuijiang Fu. This mist can suppress people's cultivation, and the people in Qingdu in the mist are being transferred to every corner of Yuling Continent through some special methods.

For these people, Boss Qing didn't stop them from escaping, and even helped them.

Qingdu has a population of tens of millions, and without the support of Wei Changli's spiritual power, the foggy Chujiang Fu cannot be transported very quickly, and the fog will dissipate after a while, and those who cannot escape can only fall into the white In the hands of the demons of the Yang Sect.

"Sometimes the yin and yang are chaotic, and there is no distinction between ambiguity and coolness. I am amazed at the color of the sky, and suddenly the fog is everywhere. Although it is impossible to see it, only the golden drum can be heard."

Boss Qing actually knew the same gift, and another black door opened in the mist.

His ultimate goal is the Wenfu, outside of the Wenfu are Wei Changli and those scholars' last writings before they died, and the high and low stone tablets, large and small, are full of inscriptions.

The Chasing Guest Stele is the strongest defensive formation in the Wenfu, containing the death will of those scholars, even Ci Zhaoren would have to spend a lot of time trying to break through.

Moreover, Wenfu itself is located on a majestic land vein, nourishing the chasing guest tablet with the power of the land vein, so that the inscription will not only not decline with the passage of time, but will become stronger.

If someone was able to forcibly break the chasing guest stele, the stele would destroy itself along with everything in Wenfu.

An old scribe stood in front of the stele as if he was writing in a hurry. The stele of chasing guests has unpredictable power, and the writers often find it difficult to accept their intentions and eventually become the stele of death. This old scribe kept the posture of holding the pen before he died.

Boss Qing took the pen from the old scribe's hand and took over from him to complete the bloody stele in front of him.

"Hang down the pearl of the bright moon, serve the sword of Tai'a. Ride on the horse of Xianli, build the flag of the emerald phoenix, and the drum of the tree spirit."

When Boss Qing was writing, there was also blood dripping from under the mask, obviously it was extremely exhausting.

"Chasing guest monument, chasing guest monument, chasing uninvited guests, but I am the master here..."

Boss Qing went straight in. At this moment, the Wen Mansion was empty, and Boss Qing flew straight to Bitu Pavilion, but he was a little out of breath after a while.

"Where's the pen? Where's the pen?"

"Wei Changli, you will fight against me even after you die!"

Boss Qing seemed to be considering whether to destroy the entire Wenfu, but in the end he turned and left unwillingly.

Just before the fall of the Qing capital, Wei Changli and all the scribes jointly performed the Fu Chuijiang Fu, sending all the people in the Qing capital away.

These people were scattered all over the Yuling Continent, including Xihe.

How to deal with these people, people in the Confucian Mansion have already quarreled, and this time Yan Youqin stood on Qingdu's side regardless of his own safety.

"You Qin, I know you have a kind heart, but do you know the consequences of doing so?"

As Yan Youqin's grandfather, Yan Jianyuan was also earnest.

"I only know that if I drive them away, they will starve to death on the road. Where can they go? Qingdu is gone!"

"Xihe is a place that our Confucian scholars have painstakingly managed. Now a large number of people who respect culture and education but not Confucianism and Taoism have come in. This is to disintegrate us from the inside. It is really hateful that Wei Changli can come up with such a poisonous plan when he is dying. "

"That's right. Think about that place in Yunlu. All Confucian and Taoist believers were killed. Today is the time for revenge."

Yan You and Qin Hong focused their attention, they didn't expect these vicious words to come from the mouths of those high moral people in the past.

Even people like Dajijiu and Kong Kaiping opposed the people from Qingdu staying in Xihe.

"Master Ji, you must not be kind to women. Once this group of people takes root in Xihe, the legacy of culture and education will instigate my simple Xihe people, and there will be great chaos."

In the past, Ji Li respected these Confucian scholars very much, and would listen to most of their opinions, but now Ji Li has reached the limit of his patience with these quarrelsome people.

"Kong Kaiping, why don't I call you Lord Kong in the future, how about I pass on both Xihe and the Confucian Mansion to you? In the future, when you come to take charge of the Confucian Mansion, I will abdicate to the virtuous, just to live the life of a wild crane."

With Ji Li's light words, Kong Kaiping was so frightened that he broke into cold sweat, knelt tremblingly and kept saying he didn't dare.

Ji Li looked at those Confucian scholars again, and now his eyes were not as gentle as before, but extremely domineering.

"He doesn't dare, why don't some elders do it, you have a very high prestige in Xihe, I think no one will have any objections."

"Master Ji, the few of us waiting are also thinking of the Confucian Mansion and Xihe."

The hearts of Xie Jishi and Kang Xingjian were also trembling. They had been used to Ji Li's accommodating for so many years, and they even forgot that Ji Li was the one who kept his promise in the Confucian Mansion!

"You are thinking about Xihe, so I am not, so I should give up this position to you."

When this crisis is approaching, no one with Ji Li's cultivation level can survive the troubled times.

Seeing that no one dared to reply anymore, Ji Li said again
"Can you guarantee that our Confucian Mansion can keep Xihe in this eternal night? If you attack these refugees today, what will happen to the people of our Confucian Mansion if Xihe falls in the future?"

"What the sage says is benevolence is also human. To sum up, it is Tao.

The root of our Confucianism is people. You abandon the sages and disregard the lives of tens of thousands of people for your own selfish desires. Did the Millennium Confucianism teach you executioners? "

"Allocate land in Xihe, build private houses and send good seeds to cultivate the fields, so that they can live here. If anyone dares to obey the law and violate the law, they will be expelled from the Confucian mansion, anyone!"

In the end, Ji Li resisted all opinions.

"You Qin, go and see these people more for me, and try to satisfy what is lacking. Although we have some conflicts with the Wenfu, don't let the guests think that we in Xihe are cold-hearted."

"It's Lord Ji."

After everyone left, Ji Li sat on a chair decadently. He still couldn't believe the news that Wei Changli was dead. He was his lifelong rival and friend!

"Master Ji, what should our Confucian Manor do!"

"Without the protection of the Wenfu, the Baiyang Sect will hunt down and kill the scribes scattered all over the world and summon the world. Xihe is willing to open the door for the scribes in the world and give them shelter."

In Xuanpu Mountain Wenwen City, Zhang Lingsu also felt that Wei Changli's death was full of emotions, and Zhang Xuansu beside him was also full of sighs.

"Who would have thought that a person like Wei Changli would fall!" Zhang Xuansu said.

"I have always believed that if he is the only one who can have the last laugh in this eternal night, I never thought it would be like this."

Zhang Lingsu's heart is heavy, even Wei Changli is dead, this time Yong Ye may be much more serious than everyone expected.

"I hope that all comrades treat my people in Qingdu well, thank you Wei Changli!"

A voice suddenly sounded in the hall.

"Let's not talk about that, let's meet the guests from afar first."

Zhang Lingsu and Zhang Xuansu came to Wendao City in person. Not long after they arrived, black portals appeared in front of them. Many of them walked out with each other's support. They were those who escaped in the fog and river People from Qingdu.

These people looked at the surrounding clouds, mountains and mist, and were at a loss for a while in the face of an unfamiliar environment. They didn't know what kind of fate they would have. Leaving their homes is always scary.

"Welcome all of you to visit me in Xuanpu Mountain Wendao City." Zhang Lingsu said.

"You are Master Zhang Lingsu?"

"It's the poor Daoist, so you don't need to panic, Brother Wei Changli asked me to take care of you, so that you can live in Wendao City with peace of mind in the future.

Although the life in Wendao City has become a bit harsher, there are still some huts and mulberry fields for you to live in again. "

(End of this chapter)