In a mysterious place.
Yin Yang School, Luo Sheng Hall.
The Eastern Emperor Taiyi stood on the high platform with his back facing the crowd.
The Right Protector Yueshen entered and reported everything that had happened before and after the Black Dragon Palace's inquiry.
"Second Young Master Ying Wu?"
Donghuang Taiyi turned his head slightly. His deep voice came from the high platform, making it difficult to hear his emotions.
"That's right. In the past, this person was judged as someone who did not do his job properly.”
"I didn't expect that he would do such a big thing silently.”
Yueshen's voice was as cold as water.
Although he sounded a little surprised by Ying Wu's performance, his attitude was calm and his tone was calm.
It was as if breaking through the Mohist City of Traps was not a shocking matter.
"Interesting, it seems that Ying Zheng has other ideas.”
"Tell Concubine Yan about this and tell her to give up. Also, Yan Dan's death will trigger the Green Dragon Plan. Great Qin will fall into chaos, which will make things easier for Yun Zhongjun.”
Give Ying Zheng a dream of longevity!"
After giving his orders, Donghuang Taiyi turned around and stopped talking.
It was as if a god who stood at the peak of all living beings was about to stir up the world with a casual flip of his hand.
In charge of the sufferings of all living beings.
In the land of Qilu.
Sang Hai, Little Sage Manor.
The upper echelons of the scholarly faction gathered.
There was news that Great Qin's Second Young Master Ying Wu had gained a lot of attention during the Black Dragon Hall's policy meeting.
Not only did they break through the Mohist City of Traps and capture the Mohist tycoon Yan Dan, but they also slapped Huhai and Zhao Gao.
After that, he killed Yan Dan, which made Ying Zheng very fond of him.
"This child is decisive and has a heart of iron. If he inherits Great Qin, it won't be a good thing.”
Yan Lu, the Sect Leader of the scholarly faction, spoke first.
He didn't like Ying Wu's way of doing things.
If such an iron-blooded person were to become the ruler, would there still be room for the Confucians to survive?
Over the years, Ying Zheng had not paid much attention to Confucianism.
If another Emperor like him appeared, wouldn't the scholarly faction gradually be forgotten?
"That's right. Our scholarly faction values etiquette, so how can we kill people for no reason? Moreover, there's order between the superior and the inferior. We naturally have to support Eldest Young Master Fusu.”
"Yes, a gentleman stays away from the kitchen, but this person often makes some strange food and doesn't practice martial arts. We don't want to associate with him.”
The majority of the Confucians present all agreed.
This was the land of Qilu, far away from Xianyang.
Even though Great Qin had unified the six countries, that was only on the surface.
In a place like the Sang Sea, not many people took Great Qin seriously.
They talked about all sorts of gossip about Great Qin and even the matter of the successor.
"Eldest Young Master Fu Su is naturally the most suitable candidate.”
"However, Great Qin's successor is not something we can decide. Today, we have gathered everyone not to discuss who is more suitable, but to come up with a more complete plan.”
The Head Chief of the scholarly faction, Fu Nian, sat on the seat of honor and calmly said.
Although he didn't say it directly, his meaning was clear.
The successor of Great Qin was decided by Ying Zheng and Great Qin itself.
No matter how much you like Fu Su, you can't ignore other possibilities.
Now, Second Young Master Ying Wu had shocked Xianyang.
The scholarly faction naturally had to make timely changes.
It would be best if the Eldest Young Master could help Su sit in that position.
If it didn't work, the scholarly faction couldn't just hang themselves on a tree.
No one who could sit here was a fool.
For a moment, everyone looked at each other with different thoughts.
"Zhang Liang, what do you think?"
Fu Nian's eyes turned and landed on a scholarly young master who was resting with his eyes closed.
The Third Chief of the scholarly faction, Zhang Liang.
Before the Qin Dynasty destroyed the six countries, the former Prime Minister of Korea was the grandson of Zhang Kaidi.
If Ying Zheng had not destroyed Han, Zhang Liang would have been in a high position by now.
Instead of hiding in the Small Sage Manor.
Fu Nian was most worried about him, not Yan Lu.
"Liang has no opinion on this matter. Everything will be decided by Head Chief.”
Zhang Liang opened his eyes, his expression calm.
No one could tell whether he was happy or angry.
It was as if he didn't care much about this matter.
Fu Nian smiled bitterly to himself.
He knew Zhang Liang very well. He looked gentle and refined, but in fact, he was extremely persistent.
Once a decision was made, one would have to do it no matter how hard they thought.
It was extremely difficult to change his mind.
It seemed that Zhang Liang still could not let go of the past.
But as the Head Chief of the scholarly faction, he had to be responsible for the entire scholarly faction.
It was impossible for him to be biased because of personal preferences or because of a certain Confucian disciple.
"Since that's the case, let's sit and watch!”
"I will inform Martial Uncle of this matter and let him decide.”
In the end, Fu Nian didn't dare to make a rash decision.
He stood up and walked out of the Small Saint Manor.
The Martial Uncle he spoke of was a person who was second only to Confucius and Mencius.
Xun Zi.
This Martial Uncle was a quiet person, and his residence was not in the Small Sage Manor.
He wanted the scholarly faction to not deviate and not be misled by personal emotions.
Perhaps, their martial uncle had to step in.
Daoist sect, Heavenly Sect encampment.
Xiaomeng, who had just come out of seclusion, picked up the information and casually threw it away.
The death of a warrior was nothing compared to the vastness of the world.
Even if the Mohist City of Traps was destroyed, it would only be the sorrow of a group of mortals.
Time was the best medicine. Everything would be buried in history.
There was only one thing that interested her.
How did the Second Young Master of the Great Qin Empire break through the Mohist City of Traps?
It was also one of the Hundred Schools of Thought.
There were naturally records of the Mohist School in the Daoist classics.
It was said that it was a miracle created by a man who changed the world.
It was known as the paradise of the world, the demonic realm beyond the heavens, and the unbreakable shelter of the Mo family.
Now, it was actually broken through by a young prince?
Interesting!
Thinking of this, Xiaomeng suddenly froze.
After taking a deep breath, he turned around and walked out.
She was actually interested in a secular prince. It could be seen that her cultivation was still not up to par.
It just so happened that Great Qin's territory was filled with disasters.
He should go there and experience the sufferings of all living beings to cultivate the Heartless Dao of Heaven and Man.
Otherwise, how could he win the battle between Heaven and Man?
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