You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 262: For the World and the People
What does the capital city need to do?
The newly appointed capital governor actually didn't know either. He just felt that this title was strong and bright enough, and he would definitely be able to accomplish great things in the capital, establish the people, eliminate suffering, and protect the world.

As a result, at the beginning, the old emperor only asked him to educate his sons, hoping that his children would learn unique skills from the capital and let his dynasty continue.

Although Jingshi felt that this might not be in line with his expectations, he still agreed.

After the capital told the old emperor that his method would require at least 60 years of undivided attention to study, the old emperor became a little conflicted.

There is no way I can let my children learn this.

The child who goes to study must not be exposed to worldly things. After a long and arduous period of study, even if he can prolong his life, he will not be able to inherit the throne when he comes back.

How can someone who is not in touch with the mundane world manage the dynasty?

The old emperor himself is not good enough. He is too old. Even if he studies hard from now on, he can only strengthen his body. It is somewhat difficult to extend his life.

There is no other way, I can only lower my requirements and just do some simple practice.

The imperial palace has its own Taoist heritage, and it is impossible to cut it off just to learn the methods of the capital.

In this way, I started to become the master of a few little kids.

He gave lectures to these little kids every morning, and was dragged away by the nobles to attend various banquets in the afternoon.

They either drink and have fun, or write poetry and sing songs.

The capital originally thought that these were some necessary actions, to be followed and accompanied every day.

But after only two or three months, he felt that something was wrong with this kind of life.

What he needs is to make the entire beam better.

What he needed was a way to suppress the sea of ​​suffering.

What he wanted to do was not to stare at a few children to see if there were any typos in their homework today.

It is definitely not about discussing how to write the word "谷" more beautifully with those arrogant "literati" who can't even tell the difference between wheat and rice.

So he thought hard and decided to find the emperor and ask him to give him a year to travel around and take a good look at the situation in Daliang.

Although the emperor was reluctant, he finally agreed.

So the capital left Kyoto.

Starting from Kyoto, he went to Jingzhou, to Youzhou, to Jingzhou, and then began to walk south, gathering in the entire Daliang.

He met many people.
I saw someone who killed his closest friends and relatives for his own selfish desires.

I met someone who was willing to sacrifice his life for a hero even though it was the first time they met.

I saw a person who was bent on burning, killing and looting, and whose every thought was for the purpose of killing people.

I saw a person who would rather cut off his own flesh and feed it to an eagle than to harm any living being.

What he saw most often were people working in the fields, hunting in the woods, chopping wood in the mountains, and fishing in the water.

A year later, when the dusty imperial master returned to Kyoto, he finally knew what he should do.

He opened a library.

He recruited talented people widely.

He founded Homecoming.

He collected treasures left behind by ancient monks.

He stayed up late into the night, compiling the various folk techniques he had collected into a small booklet. He also added a number of small techniques to benefit the people based on his understanding of Taoist scriptures.

The capital began to implement its own plan.

And at this time, the old emperor passed away and the new emperor took office.

The nobles who had originally been smiling and fawning on the capital now had a completely different look on their faces.

They began to target the capital everywhere, began to find ways to discredit the library, they began to put pressure on the capital during court sessions, and even collectively wrote a letter to the new emperor, hoping to remove the capital's status.

Jingshi, who had lived in the mountains all his life, simply couldn't understand why the group of people who had greeted him with smiles before had become like this.

In his opinion, he was clearly doing good things for the country and the people, but this group of people started to make trouble.

Jingshi was filled with confusion and couldn't figure it out at all.

He wanted to ask his "old friends", but these "old friends" avoided the question and said something that the capital could not understand at all.

The capital went to ask the emperor again, but the newly appointed emperor was also hesitant and couldn't speak clearly.

He was very confused and felt like he had put all his strength into hitting a piece of cotton.

finally,
The first old beggar he had ever seen was also his old friend whom he often sought out for a drink in Kyoto. He came to visit him, bringing a pot of inferior wine.

"You old fool, you really have never been exposed to these things before. Do you really think that those nobles have any feelings for you? You promote the affairs of the world and benefit the people, but you are cutting down the nobles! These techniques are exclusively used by the nobles, so they are naturally not happy!
"This group of people will not tell you these things. They all say behind your back that you are stupid and manipulative. They hope that the emperor will bring you down, or even execute you.

"Old man, listen to my advice and don't continue doing this, otherwise you will lose your life in the end.

"Either you drink with them honestly every day, or you just go back to the mountains."

After listening to the old beggar's speech, Jingshi understood why his plans were blocked at every turn.

After listening to the old beggar's words, Jingshi thought for a long time.

In the end, he chose to stay in Kyoto.

However, he did not intend to back down.

He specifically found the beggar and bowed:
"Thank you for your reminder, but I think it is not feasible to leave the people ignorant. I still have to stay here and finish this great task."

"You really don't want to leave?"

"My master once told me that you should never give up halfway through a task."

"The water in Kyoto is very deep. If your master could go down the mountain, he would be able to feel it thoroughly, but you may not be able to feel it thoroughly."

"Then I have to stay here too."

"…Even if you will fight me later?"

"Even so."

The old beggar left.

After learning about what was happening in Kyoto, the capital finally took the initiative to attack. He took the initiative to gather those people with lofty ideals, he took the initiative to ridicule the nobles in the court, he took the initiative to hold a fighting meeting, and he defeated all the powerful retainers of the nobles with just one hand.

Even the emperor's entire imperial guards were beaten away by the capital city with one hand drinking and the other.

At this moment, all the talents in Kyoto suddenly realized that they seemed to have no way to deal with the capital at all!

In this way, the capital's plan was implemented vigorously in Kyoto.

Various magic techniques were being researched and developed, and the plan to break the sea of ​​suffering was in full swing.

The gentry seemed to have lost their temper and no longer resisted the capital.

Everything went smoothly.

Until one day.

A favorite disciple of the imperial court died.

He died miserably.

His head was chopped off, his skin was peeled off, and the body was sealed in a wax coffin and sent to the capital.

When the capital opened the coffin.

There is a sentence engraved on the top of the coffin:

"The future is certain and cannot be changed."

……

Zuo Chen's full-body-sized thunder suddenly exploded, and a pure black aura emerged from it.

He waved his hand, and a large pure white seal floated on Zuo Chen's palm.

Amid the thunder, the boss' figure had disappeared, replaced by a pure black figure.

The body of this pure black figure was already filled with the chaotic Qi of the bitter sea. His original consciousness and mind had completely disappeared, leaving only utter madness.

And boundless joy.

The sea of ​​suffering magnified the boss's emotions, allowing this intense joy to completely overwhelm his soul.

He only had this obsession left, and still wanted the boss to stay in the world.

"The victory or defeat has been decided."

Zuo Chen looked at the boss and shook his head slightly.

After turning into the Sea of ​​Bitterness Monster, the boss's skills have indeed improved a lot, but his body is also rapidly dissipating.

Moreover, for Zuo Chen, without his brain he would no longer be able to fight head-on.

Just one last blow.
It will completely put an end to this boss.

Zuo Chen flipped his hand to put away the Fantian Seal, and a bright ray of pure lightning appeared in his palm.

It's not some wonderful thunder technique, it's just a pure accumulation of energy.

Zuo Chen even poured a little bit of the Hunyuan Qi into it, making the thunder even more wild and domineering.

And at this moment, Zuo Chen's left eye looked far away and finally saw the grand formation that surrounded and killed the capital that day.

It rained heavily in Kyoto that day, the sky was gloomy, and there were strong winds and rain.

The capital had already sent away his disciples, and now he was the only one left.

But he was by no means unprepared.

With the library as the origin, formation descriptions were arranged in the surrounding streets and alleys, which served as small altars.

These small altars are connected together in the form of the Big Dipper to form a large altar.

With his hands pinching the Taoist secrets, flowers bloomed around Jingshi. This was the ancient and wonderful method he learned from his master.

Flowers bloom instantly.

And on that rainy night, countless retainers of the aristocracy and the imperial guards of Kyoto were hiding under the eaves of houses and in the alleys, holding weapons, ready for battle.

Only a group of black-armored soldiers dared to stand in front of the long street facing the capital.

There were two people leading these men in black armor.

The first person sat on a sedan chair, carried by four maids with lifeless eyes. It was extremely dark inside the sedan chair and their faces could not be seen clearly.

The second one was wearing tattered clothes.

He was an old beggar in tattered clothes.

Rosacea.

At this moment, I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but the figure of the old beggar and the pure black shadow fit perfectly. The two stood together, making the past and the present overlap.

Unfortunately,
Even if you kill the thief from that year, you can't save those who have left.

Zuo Chen raised the Savage Thunder in his hand high.

Throw it outward with force.

He collided with the old beggar who pounced on him.

And the little future scenes I have seen,
Exactly.

……

It was raining continuously above the Gray Mountain, and the surrounding martial artists were still talking in detail, thinking about how to enter the mountain to search for the missing person.

Suddenly, I felt a strong wind coming, and the sound of thunder exploded between heaven and earth.

They all looked up in astonishment and gazed towards the gray mountain in the distance.

I saw a dazzling white light suddenly exploded where the dark clouds originally covered the sky.

The dark clouds were swept away,

Bright sunshine scattered from the sky and sprinkled on the gray hillside.

(End of this chapter)