What a lucky world!

Chapter 264 The first bomb exploded!

After seeing Wei Wuyou off, Zhang Mu summoned the Scroll of Heaven's Secrets again and looked at the prompts on the screen in front of him, seeming to be lost in thought.

arsenal!

The word "wuku" originally meant a storage facility for weapons, but later came to refer specifically to a location for storing war preparations. During the previous dynasty's struggle for supremacy between Emperor Gaozu of Dayu and Overlord, Overlord advanced with unstoppable force, threatening the Northern Capital. Zhang Li, the governor of the Northern Capital, dispatched troops from the northern arsenal and, with the strength of an entire county, stopped Overlord, forcing him to make a desperate move. This battle slowed Overlord's advance into Zhongjing, allowing Emperor Gaozu of Dayu to seize Zhongjing first, sparking the subsequent Dragon and Python Contest between Emperor Gaozu and Overlord.

This shows how valuable the arsenal is.

According to some unwritten rules, an arsenal must be able to arm at least 5,000 people to be called an arsenal.

Seeing that the world was about to change, the Heavenly Secret Scroll calculated the opportunity of the arsenal, which came at the perfect time, but...

Too fucking expensive!

The complete opportunity costs thirty thousand one-line coins!

Even the clues to the opportunity cost three thousand one-coin coins!

It is three times as powerful as the Tiger Sword!
"This money isn't even warm yet..." Zhang Mu muttered to himself.

Zhang Mu has the luck money.

It was the reward condensed by the Fortune Hall for destroying the Luo family.

However, as a famous family with a history of hundreds of years, the Luo family only gave Zhang Mu two thousand one-coin coins in the end.

As expected of a family that has problems with reproducing offspring, their luck is too poor.

Thinking about it this way, it makes sense that they would target the dragon clan in order to improve their luck.

But the problem is that he is still one thousand one-coin coins away from the opportunity to exchange for clues to the arsenal.

Zhang Mu touched his chin and began to think.

At present, confiscating property and destroying the entire family is the fastest way to earn luck money.

According to past experience, with one thousand luck coins, it would be enough to destroy a top poor family.

The so-called top poor families refer to forces that have masters who have reached the perfection of the Condensation Realm or have inherited spiritual weapons equivalent to those who have reached the perfection of the Condensation Realm.

With Zhang Mu's current strength, he can destroy this kind of force with one hand!

"I need to choose a target..." Zhang Mu thought, "It would be best if it's someone with a legacy spiritual weapon. That way, I can get luck money and an extra legacy spiritual weapon."

Win-win!

"Let Bai Laoqi and Wang Wenlu help choose..." Zhang Mu finally decided.

……

Just as Zhang Mu was planning to gather the luck and money needed to make up for the missed opportunity in Qianyuan Mountain, Zhongjing had been in turmoil for the past two days.

Following an order from Emperor Chiyang, many high-ranking officials were put in shackles and thrown into prison. The entire Zhongjing seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds, making it hard to breathe. Even the censors who usually jumped the most enthusiastically fell silent one by one.

People in officialdom are not stupid.

He Qiong's memorial, coupled with this decree, made it clear to anyone what the Red Sun Emperor was up to.

He wants to recall Zhang Taiyue!
But is this possible?
"It is difficult for young people to achieve anything with their full vigor..." In the pavilion, an old man with white hair and beard and all his teeth fallen out drank a mouthful of freshly squeezed human milk, slurped it twice, and said lightly.

The young man standing next to him looked puzzled and said, "But Grandpa, there's a rumor in the palace that the young emperor is already preparing a confession of guilt."

"Mr. Yuan has analyzed that as long as the young emperor accuses himself of negligence in his edict of guilt and shifts the blame for the collapse onto those ministers, the possibility of Zhang Taiyue's return is already 70% to 80%."

"Xiao Yuan is a talented kid, but his vision is too narrow." The old man shook his head. "If the situation were stable, he could be made a county governor. With ten years of training, he could be very useful. It's a pity that this opportunity is hard to come by now."

"It's also his bad luck."

The young man gently patted the old man's shoulder and said flatteringly, "Grandpa, what exactly is the secret behind this? Please tell me."

"I'll tell you." The old man glanced at the young man. "You're going to curry favor with your father again and try to outdo your legitimate brother?"

As soon as these words came out, the young man knelt down in panic, kowtowed repeatedly, and said he didn't dare.

The old man raised his hand, motioning him to stand up, and said, "Your eldest brother must have already understood the situation in the capital, otherwise how could he be qualified to be the future head of our Cui family?"

"But since you are staying with me in the capital, I can talk to you about this. This will prevent you from being too stupid and making people say that I don't know how to educate my children."

The young man's face turned pale and red, but he still bowed and said, "Please give me some advice, Grandpa."

The old man nodded gently and said, "The young emperor's foundation is too shallow. This is the fatal point."

"Zhang Taiyue ruled for only twenty years, and he left too hastily due to the collapse of the Broken Dragon Formation. The young emperor should have carefully managed Zhang Taiyue's team for ten years, but he was too impatient."

"Have you ever seen dandelions? They look lush, but when the wind blows, they scatter!"

Young man: "But now..."

The old man coughed twice and continued, "What kind of emperor can suppress all officials?"

"The founding emperor, or the ruler of the revival of the country!"

"At the very least, there has to be a tyrant ruler with a few capable and treacherous ministers!"

"Which one did this little emperor take?" "All the officials are just waiting!"

"Wait?" the young man asked doubtfully, "Wait for what?"

"Wait for an opportunity to detonate." The old man let out a long sigh. "I originally thought that the killer move would be that edict of repentance, but now it seems that the killer move will come at this opportunity..."

The young man seemed to be thinking about something, but he had no idea what to do.

"Just wait, you'll see it soon." The old man closed his eyes slightly, "For a family with a thousand years of history like ours, all we have to do is wait..."

As he finished speaking, the old man began to snore softly.

……

Tai College.

Fu Jia, covered in blood, returned to Tai Academy.

He faced the puzzled gazes and walked to the largest mulberry tree in Tai Academy.

Countless great scholars and sages have preached under this mulberry tree, leaving behind legends that are recorded in books and history.

Today, he wants to speak out for justice under this mulberry tree to uphold the principles in his heart.

"Brother Fu, are you back?"

"Brother Fu, what's wrong with you?"

"Brother Fu, what happened?"

Familiar students came forward one after another. Fu Jia bowed and then straightened his scholar's cap.

This solemn action made the people around him pause.

The warriors were frightened and the scholars straightened their hats.

It's all about death.

The faces of the people around suddenly became serious.

Fu Jia took out a belt from his arms, which was exactly the one He Qiong was wearing when he died.

He took a deep breath and shouted loudly—

"Gentlemen, my name is Fu Jia, and I entered the Imperial College in the third year of Chiyang!"

"I once followed the former Imperial Censor He Qiong and traveled far to Qingtian!"

"You all must have known that Lord He submitted a memorial under orders, admitting to falsely accusing former Prime Minister Zhang Taiyue!"

"But this is an illusion!"

"Master He was forced to death, and that memorial was not his original intention!"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar at the scene, and more and more students gathered around.

Fu Jia's eyes welled with tears as he continued, "At noon, Lord He was still fine. I went to the document library to submit the files, and when I returned, within half an incense stick of time, Lord He was already a corpse."

"There must be something fishy going on!"

“Among them, Lord He only saw a palace embroidered robe envoy!”

Hearing this, the students' eyes lit up.

"I wanted to go to the capital to confront the embroidered envoy, but I was chased all the way!"

As he spoke, Fu Jia unbuttoned his robe, revealing the numerous wounds on his body, and said angrily, "If there is no secret, how dare you do this!"

"Brother Fu, what are your plans?" a student asked loudly.

Fu Jia took a deep breath and said, "Fish, I desire; bear's paw, I also desire. If I can't have either, I'll give up fish for bear's paw. Life, I also desire; righteousness, I also desire. If I can't have both, I'll give up life for righteousness."

"I want to knock on the que!"

"Until the death of Lord He is thoroughly investigated, Zhang Taiyue cannot return!"

"I'm afraid that if I die, no one will know the secret, so I'm announcing it here."

"That's all I have to say, gentlemen, Fu Jia goes first!"

After saying that, Fu Jia bowed again and walked towards the gate of the Imperial College with his head held high.

At this moment, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "Our dynasty has nurtured scholars for over four hundred years, and today is the day to die for justice!"

"Brother Fu, I'm willing to go with you!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd responded immediately, shouting, "We're willing to go together!"

"I'd like to go with you!"

When the Imperial College Chief Academic Officer arrived, he saw at least a hundred students following Fu Jia without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)