Sword comes

On the Grain in Ear Day of the Jiachen Year, today, during the imperial court meeting, the extremely exquisite dragon-shaped caisson was hanging overhead, the middle-aged Emperor Song He of Dali sat on the dragon throne, and officials of different official titles stood in the hall. The position of the new imperial teacher was almost the same as Cui Luo's back then, and he faced the most powerful people in Dali just like the emperor.

Chen Ping'an held his hands up in his sleeves, holding a seal in his palms. On the edge were engraved the true shapes of the Five Mountains, as well as Qi Du and rivers. Lakes like Shujian Lake were of course also among them. It could be said that all the mountains and rivers of the country were "on the wall".

The inscription on the bottom is "Seal of Chen Ping'an, the National Master of Dali".

The emperor personally handed over the newly-made imperial seal to the emperor, and the ceremony was concluded.

This means that the lifeblood of the Dali Dynasty is in his hands.

The new seal has been issued before the old one has been cancelled.

Chen Pingan said nothing and did not participate in any discussion of the agenda.

However, Song He discovered clearly that today these civil and military officials, who could be called the pillars of the country, were all very nervous. Those who spoke often had to deliberately raise their voices, and those who were silent in the queue were also holding their breath. There were also many officials who pretended not to be nervous, and they quickly glanced at the new national teacher in court robes out of the corner of their eyes, hoping to find more secrets from the subtle expression on his face.

Chen Ping'an silently felt the mysterious induction of the inspiration, just as he described it, the Dali Dynasty is a picture of ascending to the Tao, and the country is the human body. When he used the most legitimate way to own this seal, almost in an instant, from the Imperial Temple in the capital, the Imperial Astronomical Observatory, the City God Temple, the Dagaoxuan Temple for praying for rain, the Fire God Temple... to the capital area, the dragon's rise place of the Dali Song family, the flowing water of Dadu, the standing of the Five Mountains, the different cities, the Song Yunjian with the Taoist name of Ning, the dragon's luck entrenched in the sky above the Dali capital, a replica of Baiyujing built on the sea of ​​clouds, all the luck of heaven and earth flowing on the Dali territory, Chen Ping'an can even clearly feel the pulse beating.

It seemed as if everyone was congratulating, everyone was happy, and everyone was bowing their heads.

Using the imperial court as a place of practice is like a mysterious and profound harmony with the Tao.

A mustard seed of Chen Ping'an's mind suddenly jumped out of the green duckweed like a small fish, or like a big sun rising suddenly from the sea. In an instant, above the Aquarius Continent, it was as if the second majestic deity in history appeared, like the blue sky opening one eye, overlooking the human territory of the Dali Dynasty.

In an instant, Chen Ping's mind and heaven and earth, which had just changed from chaos to the beginning of the universe, were suddenly divided into heaven and earth, and clear and turbid, creating the world. The tornado then spread out with a bang, and countless golden lights splashed out, just like a swordsmith in the shop, swinging a hammer high and smashing it down hard, hitting a red sword embryo with all his strength, and sparks filled the room. There were tens of millions of golden words, as well as hundreds of magic weapons and spiritual tools that were refined and fused with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and even more thick and long-lasting martial arts luck, like seeds sown between the human body and the world, manifesting countless buildings, figures, mountains, rivers, and plants in the mind and heaven.

With both eyes wide open, the heart looks at oneself, and the sea of ​​clouds on Aquarius Island looks at the world. The Taoist's small world in the human body and the external world have thus built a golden bridge of immortality that connects heaven and man.

Emperor Song He would occasionally turn his head slightly and quietly ask the Imperial Master if he had any opinions, or look at Chen Pingan to gain his opinion, and the latter would always shake his head.

The court was about to set up a prefecture in Bingzhou. The results of the investigation by the Minister of Personnel Zhangsun Mao were to re-determine the ranks of officials in the six ministries of the secondary capital, and to transfer more than 200,000 troops from various states to reinforce the wild battlefield. Each and every one of these was not a trivial matter.

The new imperial teacher was too quiet and silent. If people who were completely unaware of the situation were to mistakenly believe that he was a puppet of the Dali Song family, like a deaf-mute wooden man standing in the court.

Most officials felt that since Chen Ping'an was a new official who had just made his first move upon taking office, his first public appearance at the court meeting today would definitely involve some drastic measures and major moves.

The rest, a small group, who were relatively familiar with Chen Ping'an's style of doing things, such as Cao Gengxin from the Ministry of Personnel, Zhao Yao from the Ministry of Justice, Dong Hu from the Ministry of Rites, or important officials from Dali who had already met the new owner of the chair in the small court. Although they did not think that Chen Ping'an needed to take the opportunity to establish his authority, they felt that as the new national teacher, he would most likely say one or two memorable words, or even words that would be enough to shock all officials, at the end of today's court meeting?

Maybe it was because it was his first time wearing an official uniform, so he felt a little uncomfortable. Chen Pingan gently tugged at his collar and his shoulders moved slightly.

Because of his standing position, he could clearly see the faces and expressions of the officials in the hall.

No matter how brave Minister Cao was, he didn't dare to bring the purple wine gourd with him when he went to court.

Zhao Yao, his nephew who had no academic title but was promoted to the position of assistant minister, looked mature and steady.

If it weren't for the incident that happened that year, according to Cui Luo's established arrangement, the Minister of Personnel of Dali should have been Ma Zhan, who also served as the principal of Linlu Academy in Piyun Mountain.

There are also a group of elderly people from the royal family of the Song clan of Dali who appeared in the hall today. Some of them have been making some small moves in the past few years, trying to seek real power in the court. It is estimated that they have completely given up now. Under Cui Luo, the Song clan was suppressed very badly. There were a few talented and capable people, but they always wasted their time in the marginal government offices, or raised flowers and played with birds in the prince's residence, and then became the old people they are now. As a result, the new national teacher turned out to be Cui Luo's junior brother. Where can I go to seek justice?

The only ones who could come out of this were probably Song Changjing of the previous generation and Song Mu, the Prince of Luo of this generation. As for the maternal relatives, on the side of the Queen Mother Nanzan, there was not even a sixth-rank official in the family. The Queen Yu Mian was slightly better, but that was only because the Yu family was originally a Shangzhuguo family. Even so, a few days ago, within the Yu family, in name, the Queen was visiting her relatives, and the scenery was infinite, but in fact, a secret meeting was held in the ancestral hall. A eunuch in charge of the seal of the Silijian appeared quietly, holding an imperial edict. Everyone knelt down to receive the edict. During this period, an uncle and a cousin of Yu Mian, both of whom were officials, were taken away on the spot. As for where they were taken, it might be the imperial prison, or they might have been taken to the prison of the Ministry of Justice first. God knows.

Yu Mian had a blank expression from beginning to end. She just remembered the conversation that left her with lingering fear. His Majesty the Emperor told her in person that if it was just the two cases investigated by Zhao Yao of the Ministry of Justice, he could still help a little, but there were people with the surname Yu in the Imperial Master's Mansion who had the guts to collude with outsiders and try to get away with it. The Queen Mother just asked about this. Finally, the Emperor asked her with a gentle look, what do you think we should do.

So the meeting in the ancestral hall lasted all night, and it was gloomy. When she stood up and walked out of the ancestral hall, it was already dawn. Empress Yu Mian knew that from this day on, Yu, who had a close relationship with the border army of Dali, would have to withdraw from the temple in an "orderly" manner within two or three years and be forced to leave the border army and the officialdom. Twenty years, another twenty years. One of the several official promotion plans in Dali officialdom, either openly or secretly, this "official road" was cut off. But at least His Majesty the Emperor, or more accurately, the Imperial Master's Office, gave Yu a decent face.

As the head of the Yu family, he was standing next to Yu Mian at the time. He was a little emotional, thinking about the ups and downs of officialdom. He said hoarsely, "I remembered an old friend who always liked to go against Master Cui. Later, he managed to escape unscathed. He told me that walking on a path that involves the direction of a country's general trend is like drinking. He drank half a glass of wine, knew it was poisoned, and ended up half dead, so he stopped drinking. But some people, after tasting the poison, simply drink the rest."

Afterwards, the old man told a parable that made Yu Mian laugh and cry.

"The latter refuses to turn back and is harder to pull than the New Year pig."

Finally, the old man looked at her and smiled, "Change tables and drink wine. I can't wait for that day, but you still can. You still have a chance."

Zhao Yao knew all these inside stories. He glanced at Chen Pingan. He really did what he said and investigated thoroughly.

Moreover, Zhao Yao now has a big case to handle. It turns out that the former book boy of the Shangshu Liu Qingfeng of the auxiliary capital, now Liu Shan, who is a monk in Luopu Mountain, privately handed Chen Pingan a booklet, which involved the excavation of the Great Canal in the central part of Aquarius Continent. It was all the secret records of Liu Qingfeng, who was the supervisor of the Great Canal... This ruthless man implicated more than 200 princes, nobles, and officials from dozens of families, big and small. There were more than 20 third-rank officials in the capital, the auxiliary capital, and the local frontier officials who were related to it. At this moment, there were eight of them standing in the hall. They might know about it, or they might not know about it at all. But Zhao Yao was extremely sure that Cui Luo, the national teacher, knew everything clearly, and Liu Qingfeng, who chose to conceal the truth for a long time for some reason, also knew it tacitly.

Dong Hu, who had been the Minister of Rites for many years, was listening to the content of the meeting while slacking off familiarly. There are still many tricks to participating in the court meeting.

The imperial court did not invite anyone to watch this grand ceremony, which shows the arrogance of the Dali Dynasty.

The Ministry of Rites was responsible for determining the font of the national teacher's seal in advance. The commonly used official style in the whole continent would definitely not work. They had to imitate the font of the previous national teacher Cui Luo. Even though Chen Ping'an was Cui Luo's junior brother, the Ministry of Rites still had doubts. After much thought, they finally figured out a more reliable method, which was to look for these words in the Hundred Swords Immortal Seals and the Lacquer Sword Immortal Seals!

Even if the font was determined, there was still a problem on the Ministry of Rites' side. For example, the previous "Seal of Cui Luo, the National Master of Dali" had exactly eight characters on the bottom, so it could be neatly antithetical.

The arrangement of the new inscription gave Dong Hu and his colleagues a headache. After repeated consideration, they decided that it would be best to focus on the character "之".

It was a difficult and bitter experience, and only the people know the joys and sorrows. Anyway, the celebration finally ended successfully. The officials of the Ministry of Rites, big and small, were exhausted, but also felt deeply honored.

Chen Pingan looked up at the caisson again.

For some reason, he always felt that there was a barrier, as if there was an invisible door between heaven and earth, and he was missing a key.

After pondering for a moment, Chen Pingan took something out of thin air, grasped the old national master's seal in his hand, and crushed it into powder.

Looking back to the past, Cui Luo once destroyed on the top of a mountain a seal with the word "Chun" on it, which his junior fellow apprentice Qi Jingchun had given to his student Zhao Yao.

The female sword fairy Zhu Su, who was standing on the side of the steps outside the palace, suddenly withdrew from the "retreat".

Qi Tingji and Lu Zhi were both a little surprised. Xie Gou was also confused. She was not willing to keep her doubts in her heart, and asked in her mind: "Sister Zhusu, what's going on? It's just the finishing touch. Why did you withdraw your mind? This time, the sword is a little off. A slight difference can make a world of difference. Although it won't fail, the next time you practice in seclusion, you will get half the result with twice the effort, and you will waste a lot of natural resources in vain."

Zhu Su smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know why, but my intuition tells me that I must leave Xinzhai and stop practicing swords."

Only Ning Yao and Xiao Mo, two people in the Fourteenth Realm, were the first to notice the strange phenomenon that had nothing to do with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but was closely connected with the destiny of Dali and the fate of the continent.

Zhu Su's intuition was correct. She had no choice but to do so because she had to make way for the greater "Tao".

Insisting on not giving in is... it's far from fighting for the right way. It's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in the road. Zhu Su must avoid it and follow the trend.

At three quarters past five in the morning, the morning court in Dali ended and the officials returned to their offices to work. Those who were qualified to participate in the small court meeting went in groups of three or four to the Emperor's study.

Those sword masters had already left the capital in advance and flew to Luopu Mountain on their swords. Above the capital of Dali, sword energy was like a rainbow and a thunderous sound was heard in the clear blue sky.

Almost all the officials outside the palace looked up at the long scroll of the sword immortal flying in the sky, unwilling to look away for a long time. I believe that when I return home tonight, I will inevitably be questioned by the younger generations of the family.