The Beacon of Kyushu

That night, Chongwen Academy.

Chongwen Yuan has always been a place dedicated to the royal family for studying, especially the Shengxun Tower in the courtyard, which is a holy place in the eyes of Dali literati. This building is more than ten feet high and is divided into five floors. Each floor is neatly placed with countless mahogany bookcases, and there are thousands of books on the cabinets.

At this time, Duan Sicong was sitting on a sandalwood chair, holding a list in his hand. His eyes scanned the names on the list one by one, but he still couldn't make up his mind. The breeze filtered in through the slightly open window, causing the candlelight in front of him to sway up and down, just like his hesitant heart.

He pondered for a long time, and suddenly heard footsteps coming from the stairs not far away. He couldn't help but move his eyes away from the list and looked at the place where the sound came from. Soon, he saw Dong Jiayi coming up the stairs with an old monk.

When the two came to Duan Sicong and were about to salute, they were stopped by Duan Sicong, "Master Yinzhuang, you are highly virtuous and respected. There is no need to be formal. Come and introduce to me the eminent monk of your Chongsheng Temple."

Master Yinzhuang put his palms together and said: "Amitabha, I have met your Majesty. I have been the abbot of Chongsheng Temple for a long time, and I know all the brothers in the temple very well. Even if your Majesty asks, I will tell you everything I know."

Duan Sicong nodded, pointed to a name on the list, and said, "Master, I heard that Master Yin Guang of your temple has extraordinary martial arts. I wonder if the rumors are true?"

Yin Zhuang smiled slightly and said, "Your Majesty, before senior brother Yin Guang became a monk, he loved to practice martial arts. If his martial arts are indeed outstanding, it is just that he is very quiet by nature and has been in seclusion in our temple for many years without seeing outsiders. I hope that your majesty will fulfill his pious heart." "

Duan Sicong moved his fingers downward, "Can Master Yinhui help me?"

Yin Zhuang laughed again when he heard this, "Your Majesty, Senior Brother Yin Hui has been a monk since he was a child. He has always loved practicing Buddhism and rarely practiced martial arts. Even if he is determined to contribute to Your Majesty, I am afraid that he will never be Wan Shaoxia's opponent."

Duan Sicong pointed to the third name and said, "How about Master Yinfa?"

Yin Zhuang shook his head, "Amitabha, Senior Brother Yin Fa's martial arts is pretty good, and he is the strongest among the five masters of our temple. It's just that he was a soldier before he became a monk, and he is too irritable by nature. Once Wan Shaoxia cannot defeat him, he will I'm afraid that his life is at risk. If he dies in our temple, it will not only hurt the friendship between Dali and Song Dynasty, but also damage the conduct of Senior Brother Yinfa. It is really inappropriate."

Duan Sicong helplessly looked at the fourth name, hesitated for a long time and then said: "Since Yin Guang, Yin Hui, and Yin Fa are not good masters, then Master Yin Kong can do it."

Yin Zhuang was startled and said in disbelief: "Your Majesty, have you forgotten that Senior Brother Yin Kong is your cousin, the former Emperor of Dali! If he competes with Wan Shaoxia, no matter he wins or loses, I'm afraid It’s all about the face of the Dali royal family!”

Duan Sicong raised his eyes slightly, looked at Yin Zhuang and said: "Master, your temple is famous all over the world for its five sacred monks of the Yin generation. Since you said that those four are not good, do you intend to compete with Wan Shaoxia in person?"

Yin Zhuang looked troubled and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, my martial arts skills are low, I'm afraid..." Duan Sicong said displeasedly: "Master's martial arts skills are low? I heard that before you became a monk, you could drive over a thousand kilograms of boulders with one hand and kill the most powerful robbers across the Yangtze River with one punch. , in Diancang Mountain, you even defeated the three heroes of the Zhu family who have been famous for twenty years in three moves. If your skills are considered low, I really want to know who is considered outstanding?"

Yin Zhuang smiled and said frankly: "Amitabha, I used to be very proud of myself and dreamed of challenging the Beidou Mountain in the martial arts world. Unexpectedly, more than ten years ago, when the master just returned to Dali, I actually fought with him out of curiosity, and only once did I fight him. I was so convinced by the defeat that I never dared to say that I was extraordinary from then on."

Duan Sicong nodded slightly and said, "Master Yinzhuang, the master you are talking about must be the master Dong Buxie mentioned, right? You just resisted, could it be that you want to recommend this person to me?"

Yin Zhuang nodded, "Yes, if Your Majesty doesn't want Wan Shaoxia to win, the best way is to ask this person to come forward. But he has always been elusive. I don't know where he is now."

Duan Sicong smiled bitterly and said: "No, no! Master Yin Zhuang, are you afraid that you don't know the origin of Wan Shaoxia? He is the son of Wan Mengsheng, the owner of Yinfeng Villa. Don't say that we can't find this master, even if we Once we find him, how can he fight against his old friend again?"

Yin Zhuang said helplessly: "Amitabha, I really don't know Wan Shaoxia's background. Since his father has an old relationship with this master, I will have to compete with him tomorrow."

Dong Jiayi said: "Master Yin Zhuang, if you are willing to take action personally, that would be great! With your skill, Wan Shaoxia will definitely be defeated, and then he will have nothing to say."

Duan Sicong waved his hands to the two of them, feeling a little upset, "Master Yinzhuang, Dong Buxie, it's late at night, you should go and rest first. I, Dali, are in a critical situation. What we should do depends on tomorrow's battle!"

Dong Jiayi and Yin Zhuang hurriedly bowed deeply and slowly exited the Shengxun Building, leaving Duan Sicong alone to sit silently in the building, staring at the stars in the sky and the lone lamp on the table.

I don't know how much time passed, but Duan Sicong suddenly felt sleepy. He breathed a little and simply took a nap with his chin in his hands. He didn't sleep too deeply this time, but he actually had a dream, an extremely clear and terrifying dream.

In the dream, Duan Sicong decisively gave up Wan Jianfeng's plan, holding 100,000 elite soldiers, intending to take advantage of him. Soon, Qu Yue completely annihilated the three armies of the Song Dynasty because he had no control from Dali, and then directed his troops towards Dali.

Seeing the situation, Duan Sicong hurriedly sent Gao and his son to resist with a strong force, but they were ultimately defeated by Li Huan. Not only did the Gao family and his son serve the country loyally, but all tens of thousands of Dali's elite soldiers were killed on the battlefield, and no one survived.

Li Huan was still not satisfied with this, so he led his army to Jumei City and soon captured the imperial capital of Dali. When Dali was defeated, the Quyue soldiers rushed into the city with their swords and swords, looting and killing crazily in the city. Countless old, weak, women and children died in their hands. The rich and stable Jumei City turned into a shocking city. hell on earth!

"Ah, no!" Duan Sicong shouted, waking up from his dream. It took him a long time to realize that the terrifying scene was nothing more than a dream. He rubbed his temples gently, stood up slowly, and stepped up to the fifth floor. (End of chapter)