Chapter 262 261. Opening the Way with Poetry (Subscribe!)

"Zuo Zongzheng, You Zongzheng, why do you two have to act this way? You are cutting yourself off from His Majesty! Cutting off from your ancestors! Cutting off from the people of the world!"

Pei Yunxuan looked deeply at the two Zongzheng.

In the Dasheng Clan Affairs Office, there was one Clan Leader, one Left Clan Director, one Right Clan Director, and one Left Clan Member, all of whom were of the first rank.

There is no distinction between high and low official ranks, but the chief of the Clan Affairs Office is the Clan Order, with the Left and Right Clan Chiefs as assistants, and the Left and Right Clan Regents next in line.

Zuo Zongzheng Zhu Zhuoran was a thin old man with an ancient face and a majestic aura without even getting angry.

Hearing this, his face remained calm: "The Imperial Clan Bureau is responsible for punishing the royal family's children. Detaining royal disciples who have made mistakes is what we should do. It is you, the North Pole Exorcism Institute, who have crossed the line."

Pei Yunxuan said indifferently: "It's just an ordinary matter, but you should know that this matter is not as simple as the royal family's family affairs."

"Unless you have the guts to chop off the heads of those royal children who made mistakes in front of the world, no matter what you do, it's all shielding."

"All the sects in the world are watching at this moment."

"If they don't die, all the sects in the world will rebel. By then, all lives will be lost and the dynasty will be destroyed. You will be the biggest sinners!"

Upon hearing this, the Zuoyou Zongzheng remained silent.

"You are so stubborn!" Pei Yunxuan's voice turned cold: "How could you be so stupid as to use the Great Sheng Kingdom to protect those royal children?!"

The Right Clan Chief Zhu Junshan sighed, "The Clan Affairs Bureau is just exercising its power, and no one in the world can question it."

"What a statement that no one in the world can dispute!" Pei Yunxuan was speechless after glancing at the clan residence in the distance.

With a wave of his long sleeves, the three stars of Zhongdou appeared, and an astonishing momentum immediately rose.

The so-called Zhongdou is the director of the four dou and is in charge of all matters related to the birth, death, sin and happiness of all spirits.

In terms of strength, among the Five Star Gods, except for the North Star God who is relatively special, Pei Yunxuan is the strongest.

Therefore, I am not afraid of fighting one against two!
It was impossible for a fight between three people to break out on the streets of the Imperial Capital.

For people of their strength, it is not difficult to open up a space for a short period of time.

As for a battle like the one between Jingqing and the old warrior from Prince Jing's mansion that day, none of the left and right clan leaders dared to do so.

Then You Zongzheng Zhu Junshan put his fingers together to form a sword, drew a line on the ground, and created another space.

The three of them flew in and a big battle broke out.

Jingqing curled her lips at the side, wondering who was he performing for.

Then he turned his gaze to the clan palace again.

The key to this incident lies in what the clan leader is thinking and why he insists on having his own way.
Could it be that there are children of his who were granted the title of National Destiny without any merit?

However, that clan leader is approaching the end of his life span, and his blood ties should be very weak at this point.

At this moment, Jing Qing's expression changed, he made some hand gestures and disappeared.

On the street not far away, a huge team was rushing towards here.

The leader was wearing a plain green Taoist robe and had a calm expression, while the knives-wielding soldiers behind him had murderous looks on their faces, their swords pointed at the clan palace.

But when he walked into the main street of the clan residence, a scholar in Confucian robes suddenly appeared and stopped him on the road, saying respectfully and kindly:
"Sorry, everyone, this road is blocked!"

The group of Arctic Exorcists stopped in their tracks. Xu Qing looked at the scholar in the Confucian robes and raised his eyebrows slightly:

"The Right Clan member is celebrating the ceremony?"

Before coming, Feng Lingchen asked Xu Qing to recognize the portraits of several managers of the clan affairs office.

Naturally, he recognized at a glance that this man was the warrior who liked to wear Confucian robes, Zhu Mingli, a member of the Right Clan.

Zhu Mingli was originally a Confucian scholar, but when he was thirty years old, the demons outside the Great Wall joined forces with the barbarians on the grassland to attack the northern defense line.

At that time, the border was in danger, and the beacon fire military news spread throughout the capital overnight.

Zhu Mingli felt that as a disciple of the royal family, he should strive to be the best, so he followed the army to the important towns of the nine borders. However, after the trip to the important towns of the nine borders, he returned and gave up Confucianism and turned to martial arts.

From then on, he broke through the realms as easily as drinking water. Before he was fifty, he had become a third-rank martial artist, on the same level as a fifth-rank Confucian, Taoist, or Buddhist practitioner.

"It's me!" Zhu Mingli nodded slightly. "Although I think the clan leader's order is indeed inappropriate, I have to do my job well."

"I can only follow orders."

"So, please leave to avoid getting hurt."

Xu Qing knew that the clan affairs office was much more difficult than the Prince Jing's office, but encountering a fifth-level warrior right at the start was more difficult than they had expected.

Didn’t they say that Zhongdou Star Lord had already taken the lead?
Where are the people now?

"What if we must break in?" Xu Qing took a deep breath.

Zhu Mingli bowed and said, "Zhu Mingli greets Taoist Master Jingdu. The three poems written by Taoist Master are very good. If Taoist Master insists on breaking in..."

Feng Lingchen behind Xu Qing frowned. If a fight really broke out here, it would be troublesome.

Feng Lingchen and Qin Hongsheng looked at each other.

The North Pole Exorcism Institute has a large star formation, which gathers 365 people into a formation. It can be concentrated on one person, or it can be condensed into a star image, which is powerful enough to fight against a cultivator of the fifth realm.

Including Xu Qing, there are exactly 365 of them this time. Using this formation, they should be able to defeat the powerful enemy in front of them.

But if you use a killer move right at the beginning, what should you do next?
“If the Taoist priest insists on breaking in, Mingli is not reluctant to give way.” Zhu Mingli blinked his eyes.

This sudden change made Feng Lingchen dumbfounded. He didn't seem so aggressive when he first appeared, so why was it another story when he met Taoist Master Jingdu?
Xu Qing was also a little surprised: "Are you willing to give way?"

"It is not my wish to block the road." Zhu Mingli said gently: "If the Taoist priest insists on breaking through, Mingli can only give way."

"But I have a request."

"What's the request?" Xu Qing asked.

"Mingli hopes that Taoist Jingdu can leave a poem behind." Zhu Mingli smiled slyly: "It would be best if the quality is as good as the three poems in Mingyue Tower."

"Of course, a little less is fine."

Feng Lingchen had also heard of Xu Qing's heroic deeds, but it was not easy to write such peerless poems.

The article is made by nature, and it is occasionally obtained.

Even those famous talents do not dare to say that they can write a good article the moment they put pen to paper.

Feng Lingchen was just about to bargain with Zhu Mingli on the opposite side, but unexpectedly Xu Qing held him down.

With a smile on his face, he confidently said, "It just so happens that I have a poem here, and Lord Youzong will probably like it very much."

Zhu Mingli's eyes lit up slightly. Although he gave up Confucianism and turned to martial arts, he only changed his path of cultivation. He still loved reading.

Especially poetry.

Xu Qing looked at Zhu Mingli and spoke loudly, his voice spreading in all directions:

"The flames of war illuminate the imperial capital, and I feel unjust.

Yazhang resigned from Fengque and rode around Dragon City.

The snow is dark withered and the flag is painted, and the wind is full of jumbled drums.

It is better to be a centurion than a scholar. "

With every sentence Xu Qing recited, Zhu Mingli's eyes brightened a little, until the last sentence, he kept repeating it over and over again, looking at Xu Qing with such fanatical eyes as if he wanted to eat him up.

"This Taoist priest, this poem, was it me who recited it?"

Xu Qing did not answer directly: "What do you think of this poem?"

"Good! Very good!" Zhu Mingli felt that it couldn't be better. The three poems in Mingyue Tower were not as good as this one!
(End of this chapter)