From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

The vast world.

Whenever autumn comes, there is a wonderful sight of wild geese flying north, covering the sky along the way.

Starting from Tongyezhou, it crossed thousands of mountains and seas and entered Baopingzhou, the smallest island in the vast world, and then went all the way north, leading the falling snow to the northern border.

Here, the Lu Dynasty and the Gao Dynasty of the Sui Dynasty, which was often referred to as "their own home" by scholars in their territory, had been fighting for hundreds of years. Every New Year's Day, they would go to each other to pay New Year's greetings with thousands of troops, beating gongs and drums. As for the gongs and drums, they were naturally golden gongs and war drums, the red color being festive, so blood was bound to be shed.

And in the dark corners that are inconspicuous.

The Dali Dynasty, a vassal state of the Lu Dynasty, is quietly sharpening its claws.

The beast relied on the Lizhu Cave in its territory to eat more and more. Its muscles and bones became stronger, but its skin and feathers became duller, making it look harmless.

The capital city, Thang Long City.

From the attic of the palace you can overlook all the mountains.

The Emperor of the Song Dynasty of Dali watched the wild geese flying in the distance, then lowered his gaze to see the bright red silk spread out for dozens of miles along the main street. The market was not noisy, and a few drunkards would spit more than usual when they pulled up their trousers.

Princess Song is getting married this year, and her husband is the foolish prince of the Lu Dynasty, and she will be his co-wife.

From then on, the natural thing happened. The censors in the court repeatedly banged their heads against the wall, and the Hanlin scholars cursed in private, thinking that the emperor had soaked his brain in wine. The cleverness he had when he was young in his fight for the throne had been diluted, and he had become a complete tyrant.

Of course, whoever says such disrespectful words will die.

Therefore, all the problems are caused by treacherous officials.

In a nutshell, it can be summed up in four words - confusing the government.

In the attic, Emperor Song felt that the more he drank the wine, the better it tasted. After all, royal women would get married, so what was considered stupidity in the eyes of ordinary people became a good thing in a sense. The two dynasties were at war, and the stance of the vassal states became intriguing, and a little heavier on the scale. In short, the possibility of suffering in the future was not great, so he should be happy if he could make decisions in his own house, and at that time, the degree of involvement would be minimal.

The alcohol was getting stronger and my thoughts were in a mess.

After all, this marriage was just a side dish and could not satisfy his increasingly extravagant appetite.

"Traitor, please pour the wine."

Opposite the small table in the attic, the old man looked calm, his clothes were neither simple nor luxurious, his hands were constantly moving, after pouring the wine, he brought it to his lips and took a sip.

Emperor Song pointed at the Imperial Master and cursed him silently, with a smile on his face that became even more intense.

It's just that the other party said in the past that the emperor's words are golden, and if he stains his lips, he is no different from an ordinary person.

So he just lip-synced. Anyway, one could guess the shape of the embroidered tiger without even looking at it, and there was nothing new to do over and over again.

The old man, who is only over two hundred years old and should still be considered a young man in the immortal family on the mountain, put down his wine glass.

"My appetite is no less than your majesty's, and I can swallow even this crude drink."

Cui Luo, the national teacher of Dali, although he has no official position, is the nominal leader of all Qigong practitioners in the Dali Dynasty. According to folk legend, he is also one of the few national Go players in Aquarius Continent.

“I cannot bear to hear the word ‘vulgar’.” The interest of the Song Emperor cooled down. He knew that the other party did it on purpose. The Dali Dynasty was just like the wine, which was originally a royal jade wine. Although it was expensive and luxurious, it was still crude in the eyes of outsiders and could not be used for important purposes.

So now it’s time to get down to business.

“In the Shenzhou of the Central Plains, the cave lost in the abyss of heaven recently produced an ascender, who was personally led by Zhao Tianlai, one of the ten people in the Central Plains. He was led to Mount Longhu after sacrificing a rare semi-immortal weapon. Soon after, the ascender named Zhang was included in the genealogy of the Patriarch Hall and was determined to be the next Great Heavenly Master.” Cui Luo said.

"What does what's happening in the sky have to do with our remote place?" Emperor Song frowned slightly.

"The fortune of the Zhang family in Longhu Mountain has risen to a higher level because of this. That person who ascended to heaven has been the leader of the various branches of Longhu Mountain in the lower world for decades. Everyone can't help but think that if he comes to take over, his performance will at least not be worse than before. Although he has just entered the Golden Core Realm, many people have recognized him."

Cui Luo rolled up his sleeves, his sight not reaching the flock of geese, but instead focusing on the south where there was no scenery at all.

South of the south, and then further south, his vision was much farther than the emperor's. "Your Majesty, do you think we have a chance of swallowing up the Lu family?"

"Ninety percent, that's the limit of human power." Emperor Song answered like a servant.

“A thought just came to my mind, maybe I can increase my confidence by another three points.” Cui Luo’s eyes were like a calm lake, without any ripples.

"Please speak, Imperial Master." The Song Emperor clasped his fists.

The Confucian Temple in the Central Plains of Haoran Tianxia has a rule that emperors of secular dynasties cannot practice Taoism.

If violated, the 72 academies that suppress the nine continents of the world will be held accountable.

"Da Li is a vassal of the Lu family. They are rebelling against their superiors and have broken their ancestral alliance. In the future, it is inevitable that the seeds of learning will become more and more valuable. A steady stream of income makes a man rich, while a daily loss makes a man poor. The current situation does not allow Da Li to take its time. The last opening of the Lizhu Cave Heaven will be in ten years. That will be the last profit. We must take action by then."

Cui Luo's mind traveled thousands of miles, and his thoughts were so complicated and heavy that if they were brought out, those who had attained enlightenment would be as terrified as snakes and scorpions, and there would be no trace of peace left.

"No ordinary blessed land is good enough. It is too light to be of any use."

"The Imperial Master is planning to go out?" Emperor Song's expression changed. Only he knew who the most indispensable person in Dali was.

Cui Luo shook his head and replied softly, "Your Majesty, don't worry. It's just that a part of the soul is separated in advance."

Carefully reading the old almanacs of the four worlds, more than ten thousand years ago, the way of heaven collapsed, and under the veil of secrecy, the human race ascended step by step.

In the battle to change the world and ascend to heaven, apart from the strongest ones, some of the ancient gods were able to retain their positions. Afterwards, the four worlds were divided into the pure and the turbid, and a new wave of gods were born.

The golden bodies of the two waves of gods were fixed on a "cloud" in a strange place.

The three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism exiled or imprisoned them.

That place is where the "only two" cave paradises in the world meet, the first-class cave paradise, and the middle- and lower-class blessed lands. Therefore, there has always been a saying that "the top is heavy and the feet are light".

In the eyes of fortune tellers, from the vast world to the blessed land, the total amount of spiritual energy and fortune of heaven and earth is constant at one.

So the luck over there is actually quite important.

However, the rules are extremely strict, and the founders of the three religions only formulated some basic rules and did not interfere in specific affairs.

The "people of the world" who enter this blessed land are generally called exiled immortals, but only a very small number of them need to seal their memories.

There is a saying that is widely spread in the Confucian Temple, that all the "people in the world" in that paradise are entertaining the "God in the Clouds".

"What is the Imperial Master thinking about?" the Song Emperor asked in a low voice.

"I'm wondering whether to go there in a swagger or sneak through. The latter does not require the memory to be buried." Cui Luo told the truth.

If he sneaked across the border and was discovered, he would inevitably lose a lot of money even though he didn't have much merit. Some people at the Confucian Temple were keeping a close eye on him for some reason, so the former option was too reluctant.

But he still had to go, to help a true dragon emerge in troubled times and lead him to join the Dali Dynasty. At worst, he could enfeoff a king of a different surname. He could make the decision on this matter on behalf of the emperor, because it would undoubtedly be a big-money deal in exchange for a three-point chance of winning.

As for what to do if there is no chaos.

Then he would just bear with it reluctantly.

If there is a problem, solve it; if there is no problem, create one to solve it. If his goal is to "solve the problem", it doesn't matter whether there is a problem or not.

Just achievements.

Reform, centralization and strengthening the military are secondary.

(End of this chapter)