Just now, Tuogu, you told me that this place is Fengshen

"Then the three of us will be doomed."

"Those who touched the saint's bottom line before were all dead without a burial."

Uncle Wang Bigan showed panic at this moment, as if he remembered the tragic situation of the four hundred princes before.

Hundreds of adult men lay on the nine halls, weeping together.

This situation is really too terrible.

When Jiang Ziya heard this, his heart suddenly started to beat.

"I didn't expect the sage to be so jealous, so I started a Confucian cram school privately before."

"Isn't that also a hated behavior?"

"Does this mean my political career is over?"

Jiang Ziya's face turned pale with fright, and his legs seemed to be filled with lead and could no longer move.

Prime Minister Shang Rong and Wu Cheng Wang Huang Feihu both bowed their heads in silence, Wang Shu Bigan also said nothing more.

The three court officials walked forward slowly with heavy steps.

Jiang Ziya, on the other hand, followed behind with small steps, as if his legs had been filled with lead.

"I will never associate with those alchemists again. The situation is very obvious now."

Prime Minister Shang Rong suddenly stopped in his tracks, and said to Wu Cheng Wang Huang Feihu and Wang Shu Bigan with a serious face.

"Oh? Brother, why did you say that?"

Wu Cheng Wang Huang Feihu's face flickered, obviously thinking about something.

"What kind of practice those alchemists advocate, the direction they advocate is very different from Confucianism."

"I'm afraid they will be the next target of the saint. If we get involved with these people."

"Wouldn't it be that the city gate catches fire and the fish in the pond will be affected?"

Prime Minister Shang Rong spread his hands, and the skin on his old face was shaking rapidly.

Under the apparently calm expression, his violent mood swings at the moment were concealed.

Pfft!

The three of them suddenly heard movement behind them and hurriedly looked back.

But he saw Jiang Ziya lying on the ground upright, still foaming at the mouth.

His body was also twitching indiscriminately, and his mouth seemed to be muttering something:

"I'm no longer an alchemist?"

"Don't, don't, don't kill me..."

The voice was as thin as a mosquito, and the three of them didn't hear it clearly even when they stepped forward.

"Isn't this Jiang Ziya?"

"Why did he suddenly pass out here?"

"And is it still in such a miserable state?"

Wu Chengwang Huang Feihu recognized the person in front of him as Jiang Ziya, whom he had recommended to serve as an official.

Prime Minister Shang Rong showed displeasure, complaining about Huang Feihu:

"Didn't you say that this person is familiar with Confucian classics, is this a mature and stable person?"

"He is foaming at the mouth now, how can there be any stability at all?"

After speaking and leaving with a flick of his sleeves, Uncle Wang Bigan also showed his unwavering expression.

He left without saying anything to Wu Chengwang Huang Feihu.

Wucheng Wang Huang Feihu felt that Jiang Ziya had lost his face, so he stepped forward and kicked Jiang Ziya in the stomach.

Jiang Ziya is just a mere mortal, although he has a little bit of magic.

But at this moment, the person is already in a coma, and these spells have no effect at all.

Wucheng Wang Huang Feihu stepped on his stomach, and suddenly a mouthful of old blood spurted out.

Wucheng Wang Huang Feihu felt a little flustered when he saw Jiang Ziya dying.

"This old guy won't be trampled to death by me?"

Thinking of this, King Wucheng Huang Feihu also left in a hurry, leaving only Jiang Ziya, who was foaming at the mouth mixed with blood, in place.

At this moment, there was no one around, and no one noticed the scene of Wucheng Wang Huang Feihu's violence against Jiang Ziya.

So Jiang Ziya, who was mended by Wucheng Wang Huang Feihu after being in a coma, just lay there miserably.

No one cares at all.

……

In the saint's mansion, in the study of the back house.

Xu Ziqing suddenly stood up, and told the housekeeper, Lao Chai:

"Send this list to the office of the Dashang Rectification and Reform Commission and notify them."

"It's time to raise soldiers and use them for a thousand days, and now it's time for them to perform."

Old Chai agreed.

He hurried to the office of the Dashang Rectification and Reform Committee, and quickly conveyed Xu Ziqing's instructions here.

The small official in charge of the office of the Dashang Rectification and Reform Committee, after hearing what Chief Chai said in front of him.

Immediately became shocked:

"what?"

"You mean the sage will come to the office of the Dashang Rectification and Reform Commission soon?"

"Why didn't you inform us earlier?"

"So that we can also be prepared."

At this moment, the housekeeper, Old Chai, was out of breath, and handed the list in his hand to the receptionist.

This went on to say:

"You don't need to prepare anything else, you just need to prepare everything on this list."

"The sage will come in person in a while and help you put together the items on this list."

After hearing what the housekeeper, Lao Chai, the little official in charge of the reception immediately took action at a glance.

The Dashang Rectification and Reform Committee Office now represents the most sophisticated skills and technologies of the entire Shang Dynasty.

The material things are just some cloth, rope and charcoal.

There is also a large wooden frame that can accommodate three or five people.

For the Office of the Rectification and Reform Commission, these things can be prepared with just a wave of hands.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the receptionist had already picked up all the items on the list.

Only then did he return to the headquarters of the Dashang Rectification and Reform Committee Office, and report to the housekeeper, Lao Chai:

"All the things the saint needs are ready. I wonder when the saint will come?"

The little official asked tentatively.

Just as the little official finished speaking, Xu Ziqing appeared in the office of the Dashang Rectification and Reform Committee.

"Is everything ready?"

Chapter 1 The sage ascended in a hot air balloon?

"Now call all the skilled craftsmen in Chaoge City in the Office of the Reform Committee of the Great Mall."

"Within a quarter of an hour, all gather here."

Xu Ziqing gave a loud order, and the little official in front of him hurried out.

According to Xu Ziqing's order, all the skilled craftsmen in Chaoge City were gathered together.

Xu Ziqing looked at the dark crowd in front of him, and when he swept his divine sense, he found thousands of people.

Only then did he hand the blueprint to the people in front of him, and use Da Luo Jinxian's cultivation base to resound the voice in everyone's ears:

"This object is called a hot air balloon."

"It can make people go to the sky, and no longer have to worry about the obstacles of mountains, rivers and ravines on land."

"It can greatly promote the convenience of people's travel."

"What you have in your hands is the blueprint of the hot air balloon, and the materials in front of you are the tools you use for experiments."

"Now you can let go and assemble the hot air balloon for me as quickly as possible."

After Xu Ziqing finished speaking, his eyes slowly scanned the craftsman in front of him.

The voices of thousands of people were surprisingly neat, and they said to Xu Ziqing together:

"Don't worry Dongfang Saint, just leave this matter to me."

After finishing speaking, these skilled craftsmen began to get busy.

There are no other superfluous words.

Instead, it was in full swing, and the balloons were assembled according to the design drawings given by Xu Ziqing.

Seeing the busy scene of thousands of people in front of him, Xu Ziqing couldn't help but nodded.

"It seems that hot air balloons will soon be able to see them in every corner of the Shang Dynasty."

Xu Ziqing nodded in satisfaction.

In the office of the Dashang Rectification and Reform Committee, when thousands of skilled craftsmen were making hot air balloons.

Jiang Ziya finally woke up, spitting out a mouthful of white foam mixed with blood.

Think back to what happened before you fainted.

"Sage Ziqing can't get used to alchemists?"

"Then am I not in danger?"

"What Prime Minister Shang Rong said before seems to be true."

Jiang Ziya looked down for a moment, only to see a big footprint on his stomach.

"Someone kicked me when I was unconscious."

"This kick is really powerful, and now I'm starting to vomit blood."

Jiang Ziya couldn't believe it when he saw the blood on his face.

"It seems that I can't stay in Chaoge City any longer."

"The person who gave me black feet when I was unconscious may be the person who knew that I was a alchemist before."

"Is this a different way to warn me not to stay in Chaoge City any longer?"

"I just want to leave Chaoge City, where else can I, Jiang Ziya, go?"

Jiang Ziya thought about it, and couldn't help but shed two tears.

Walking alone on the streets of Chaoge City, the more I thought about it, the more sad I became, and in the end I started sobbing softly.

At this moment, Bo Yi Kao was also walking on the streets of Chaoge City, looking at the familiar scenery around him, he couldn't help but feel emotional:

"It has been several years since I came to Chaoge City, and the customs and customs here have deeply attracted me."

Bo Yikao was walking, and suddenly found a familiar figure in front of him.

"Isn't this Mr. Jiang?"

"Why is he walking here alone?"

"Looks like he's still crying?"