My brother is so stable

Li Changshou's smile gradually subsided, and he said calmly: "Wen Zhong, based on what you said just now, it would not be an exaggeration for me to kill you for Uncle Tongtian."

Wen Zhong frowned, and asked: "If the uncle feels that the disciple has done something wrong, the disciple is willing to accept the punishment.

It's just that the disciple doesn't know what's wrong. "

Li Changshou said: "Heaven is pushing for the separation of immortals and mortals, but you let people from other places enter Nanzhou as officials. This is an act against the heavens."

Wen Zhong argued: "Uncle Master, the catastrophe is imminent, this matter is just an expedient measure. Qi refiners enter Nanzhou as officials, not greedy for pleasure, not stripping fat, not bullying ordinary people, why not?"

"You are not someone else, how do you know that others are like you?

If a fairy takes pleasure in mortals, how many mortal lives will be ruined? "

Li Changshou's words paused for a while, and then he immediately settled down: "The rules are just empty words, and the rules are those that are implemented to the end!"

"Then why didn't the Heavenly Court stand up and uphold such rules when the disciples entered the mundane world with the Chanjiaos?"

"The catastrophe is running, when there is a chess piece, you have already entered the chess game," Li Changshou said indifferently, "Do you really think that the Heavenly Court is completely unaware of this matter?

So what am I doing here?

It's nothing more than looking at you! "

Wen Zhong couldn't help but stand there frowning silently.

Li Changshou drank the wine in his glass and sighed: "The way is different, it's hard to figure it out, Wen Zhong, let's do it for ourselves."

"Uncle... oh."

Wen Zhong sighed in a low voice, and still wanted to speak, but Li Changshou stood up, walked towards his ox cart, and appeared at the edge of the jungle with one step.

The shallow dao rhyme circulating during the period shocked Wen Zhong so much that he even forgot to catch up for a moment.

He heard a ray of voice, but it was Li Changshou who gave him four words of advice:

"This is Chang'an, the fairy road, so what is the chaos in the world of mortals.

Don't wait until things get out of hand, turn around and ask about your original intention. "

Simple enough, right?

There will be no misunderstanding, right?

This Wen Zhong really lost himself in the sound of "Young Master". A disciple of three generations of Jiejiao arranged the entire fate of Jiejiao.

Also come to him to accommodate!

If Jiejiao's way of dealing with the catastrophe is to shrink into a ball, like a turtle shell.

At this time, Wen Zhong has become the handle of Jie Yun.

Li Changshou really wanted to wake Wen Zhong up here, but it was a pity that doing so would offend the Dao of Heaven and be unfair.

Turning over and jumping into the bullock cart, Li Changshou pretended to sleep with his arms on his pillow, while the cowman driving the cart sat beside him, yelling in a low voice, and the green bull strode slowly towards the distance.

After Li Changshou left, Wen Zhong came out from the forest, his eyes slightly confused and his expression a bit lost.

Wen Zhong began to reflect on whether he was right or wrong, whether he was real, and had put Di Xin and Da Shang in a more important position.

Looking at the bullock cart Li Changshou was riding in, Wen Zhong lost his mind for a while, until the bullock cart circled a hill and disappeared into the grain field, then turned and returned to Chaoge City.

'Young master, today I learned three new prose poems! '

'Young master don't need to worry, Shou has experienced many strange things since he was born, he has suffered many catastrophes, he can live to this day all depends on his fate, he has already seen it. '

"Master, tell me, can the territory of my great merchant expand outward?"After the snow-capped mountains in the extreme north of this map, is there still heaven and earth? '

'Young master, is it true that the big merchant's fault is only in himself? '

'Master...'

"Teacher, do you want to go back to your own residence, or go to the palace?"

A shout suddenly came from beside his ear, disrupting Wen Zhong's thoughts.

Wen Zhong came to his senses, unknowingly he had returned to the city, not far from his mansion.

"Go back to the mansion, that's all, let's go to the palace."

Wen Zhong said in a low voice, only now did he realize that he was already the Grand Master of the Shang Kingdom, with great power in his hands, and he could no longer call Zishou Zishou, he wanted to call him a king.

Your Majesty, the world is too big and there are too many talented people. You and I are just a drop in the ocean.

Perhaps only a truly masterful person like Uncle Chang Gung can be said to be carefree and free-spirited.

But in Nanzhou, on the land of Nanzhou, which is protected by the rules of heaven and is about to become the battlefield of the two religions...

If I hear that Zhong Yi stands still, the country of Shang will not collapse in a day.

"drive!"

Wen Zhong tapped the horse's belly lightly with his feet, and the steed sat down and galloped across the empty palace gate road ahead.

A few days later, seven or eight hundred miles north of Chaoge City, an ox cart slowly stopped in front of a magnificent temple, and the great historian of the Shang Dynasty who had just resigned came here calmly.

Looking up at the plaque on the temple, Li Changshou nodded with a smile.

Our Lady of the Temple.

Well, I will try my best to fool you later, and try to become an honorary abbot Dangdang.

This is exactly:

Don't chaoge, come to the temple, and wait for Shang Jun's carriage to catch up.

Emperor Xin Zhi, the catastrophe began, counting only more than ten years.

So, nine years later.

……

"Li Jing! This couple has nothing to do!"

Chentang Pass, the backyard of the General Military Mansion.

A senior servant sat on a rattan chair in the shadow of the rockery, with a maid holding a large oilcloth umbrella on the side, and two servants shaking cattail fans beside him, watching the farce in the attic.

Refreshing.