All sects work

Chapter 224 Red Sail
There have been so many vivid examples since ancient times that Xiao Mengyu knew that he should restrain his edge, but life is short, and he ultimately chose the latter between personal interests and the world.

He died unwillingly, but was still willing to believe that Emperor Qu still remembered the great aspirations he had made.

"He also said that Daqu now has a vast territory and no longer needs a general who is good at fighting." Chen Jizhi stabbed Emperor Qu's heart with every word, trying to see if he could bring back some of his rationality.

Emperor Qu reached out and picked up the lampshade again, looked at it silently for a while, then turned around and placed it over the candle flame.

Whenever he felt powerless, he would think of Xiao Mengyu's kindness. He had missed him for many days and nights, but the premise of all this was that he was a dead man.

When this dead person starts to influence the present, all those memories are gone, and I even hate him even more. He is dead, but I still can't rest in peace.

Tongues of flame rolled over the silk gauze and devoured the phoenixes in the clouds. Qu Di's face looked particularly gloomy in the flickering firelight.

Chen Jizhi felt as if all the strength had been drained from his body and he lay powerlessly on the couch. He knew that at this point, Emperor Qu would never admit that he had killed the wrong person or taken the wrong path.

After forty years, Emperor Qu appeared in front of him again in this way. Wasn't he playing the emotional card with him? Of course, there was a reason for their old friendship, but more importantly, it was because of Qu Shan's prophecy about the "Guardian Star".

Chen Ji finally realized that Emperor Qu wanted him to be another Xiao Mengyu. It was ridiculous that he had developed unrealistic fantasies because of this.

He laughed at himself in his heart, never expecting that at his age, he could still be so naive.

"Meng Yu is gone, we must all look forward." Emperor Qu finally spoke, he turned around, "Jizhi, you have become more and more tired of government affairs in recent years, and you seem to have lost your spirit. Do you hate me because of his death?"

Chen Jizhi smiled bitterly and sighed, "Your Majesty, look at me. I caught a cold and my temples have turned white. I am old and can no longer do what I want."

Emperor Qu looked over and saw that his temples were indeed gray. He couldn't help but think of how he had become increasingly weak since the beginning of autumn. "I'll ask the imperial physician to come and see you tonight. You must take good care of yourself. Great Qu still needs you."

"Yes, I will serve you loyally as a minister that Your Majesty employs." Chen Ji's words were insincere, and he felt sad in his heart.

Although he is proficient in both civil and military affairs, he prefers to be a minister who governs the country. Because he likes construction rather than destruction and can get a sense of accomplishment from it, he always hates killing the most.

At first, Xiao Mengyu was in the frontier expanding the territory, while he was in the rear cleaning up the rivers and mountains and leading the people to rebuild their homes. Watching new cities rising from the ruins of war and establishing a new order, and seeing smiles on people's faces again, he felt that the future was very promising.

But then everything changed.

Emperor Qu began to fear Xiao Mengyu and insisted on pushing him onto the battlefield to fight him.

In the many years that followed, his eyes were filled with blood and broken limbs, and he wasted his time in one battle after another, full of confidence.

Xiao Mengyu died, but the war did not end instead it became even more intense. It seemed as if Emperor Qu was proving to someone that he could win the war with or without Xiao Mengyu.

Chen Jizhi wanted to control disasters, build ditches, and farm, but he had endless war reports in his hands. He became the prime minister, and saw that Daqu was declining day by day under his leadership, and the people were living like livestock. He was tormented. Every time he woke up in the middle of the night, he would dream of countless people as thin as skeletons shouting silently, and the sparse and shriveled wheat ears in the fields collapsed in the wind and rain.

In his early years, he still had a glimmer of hope, but now he just hopes that Emperor Qu will die soon.

"Plague is a vicious beast. Your Majesty, please use it with caution." This was his final advice.

The night is starry.

Among the countless stars in the galaxy, two bright stars were quietly stained with a hint of blood.

Shi Xuanying traveled day and night, and finally climbed to the top of a hill on the outskirts of Huazhou on the third night, covered in dust.

She brushed away her messy hair, took out the dream catcher, extracted the spiritual energy from a spirit stone, and began to chant spells to create dreams.

The dream catcher was suspended in the air. As the dream gradually formed, the pale blue fireflies drifted away, like dandelion seeds blown by the spring breeze, floating away, blending into the night sky or disappearing, and soon there was no trace. Master Xuanying rarely used the dream-making technique before. Occasionally, she simply and crudely invaded the target's sea of ​​consciousness directly. This was the first time she used tools.

"Is it useful?" This vague feeling made her wonder.

When I vaguely felt the feedback from the dream catcher, I knew that the release had been successful. I was about to go down the mountain when suddenly there was a fluctuation of spiritual energy in front of me and a paper crane flew in front of me.

It’s a message from Bai Xuexing!
Ever since we started to cut costs following Yan Cui's advocacy, we have seldom used such a luxurious way of sending messages. If we use it now, it must be extremely urgent.

Master Xuanying opened the letter and saw just a few words on it: Xuanwei Star will face death in seven days.

She clicked her tongue.

In the timeline that actually happened, Xuan Weixing must have died in this disaster, but now Master Xuanying has forcibly tied Qixing and Qu Shan together. Whether Xuan Weixing can survive depends on how strong Qu Shan's desire to survive is.

And Qu Shan’s desire to survive... Shi Xuanying thought it was worth a gamble.

However, Qu Shan was too important. In the real timeline, he died at the hands of Xiao Hongfan. If he died early, it might affect the entire Chenjie, and thus affect their obsession with clearing the Dust Core.

Since everyone's life and death was at stake, she decided to ask other people for their opinions.

Thinking that it would take two or three days to ride back on horseback, Shi Xuanying wiped her face fiercely, drew out all the spirit stones in one breath, and rushed back to Tao County that night.

When Yan Cui saw her, he frowned and the first thing he said was, "Have you used up all the spirit stones?"

Shi Xuanying slapped the letter in front of him and said confidently, "Something happened. It's urgent."

After Yan Cui finished reading, she roughly described the magic she had used on Qu Shan: "Although Qu Shan has a strong desire to survive and will definitely try his best to save people, no one can guarantee that it will be foolproof. I think it is necessary to listen to your opinions."

"I believe they will still listen to you, and it would be a waste of spiritual energy." Although Yan Cui said this, he still wrote the letter, folded it into a leaf, and flicked it into the night sky with a flick of his finger.

Not long after, several people from Linxi County replied, and as Yan Cui expected, they said that they would obey the leader in everything.

"What about you?" Shi Xuanying asked.

Yan Cui raised his eyes: "If you want to ask me, it's better to ask Hong Fan."

He also affectionately calls her "Hongfan" in private, which is not normal.

"Wake up." Shi Xuanying couldn't help but feel a headache.

Although the Taoist priest has a fragile heart and is assimilated very quickly, his hair, which changes at any time, can always warn him of the assimilation progress. On the contrary, people like Yan Cui who are very secretive can suddenly give a "surprise".

Unconditionally trusting Xiao Hongfan comes from Yan Nan's instinct, not Yan Cui's.

He seems sober, but from these details it can be seen that he has been deeply assimilated.

Shi Xuanying had to peel off the reality and put it in front of him: "Xiao Hongfan had a prophetic dream and knew what would happen in the future. No one knows herself better than her. It seems that she is the most suitable person to make this decision, but you still remember Xi Nu Chenjie."

"The operation of the dust mustard may have its own rules. Tide's obsession is that it failed to save the people, but after we enter it, it will unconsciously trap us and assimilate and devour us all the time. If this is true, then everything in the dust mustard cannot be trusted."

Master Xuanying had not brought in many dust particles, and had too few references, so this was just a guess. Not every dust particle would be like this, but there was no need to tell him this, so as to avoid any unnecessary fantasies.

(End of this chapter)