Chapter 1,321

Wang Chong looked awkward, but he quickly returned to the gods and unfolded his body. He did not return to the direction of the royal family.

Behind him, the head of the E-Government escort, and the other two extreme martial arts fighters were separated from Wang Chong, and quickly went in the other direction and disappeared into the darkness.

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Leaving the edge of the woods in the south of the city, a night wind blew in the face, and Wang Chong was cold and suddenly awake. I don’t know when the sky is shining in the moon, and there is a dark silence around it. Looking at the quiet Jingshiwang conflict, there is a feeling like a dream.

Looking back carefully, everything is so unreal. Wang Chong can't believe it now. He really saw the old predecessors, looked around and couldn't see any evidence that he could prove that he had seen them. People feel more like a dream.

But from the arms, I took out the invitation of the golden cover and looked at the golden mark at the end of the invitation. Wang Chong knew that this time was not his own illusion. Moreover, in the memory of Wang Chong, in the memory of Wang Chong, only one hundred years ago, the master of the Taizong era, Cheng Zhijie.

Pressing the mood, Wang Chong immediately went to the direction of the Wangjiafu.

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Time has changed. In the underground passage, I have seen the three seniors who have brought their predecessors. Wang Chong’s heart has suffered a lot. As several seniors said, since what is not what you are asking for, what can you care about? Even if you are smashed by the world, what can you care about?

Not to mention the movement of Wang Chong in the Fuzhong, in the Jingshizhong, after Zhuzi, with the help of the people, the smashing of Wang Chong is becoming more and more fierce. Among the restaurants, more and more storytellers are preaching among them. Confucian education, while criticizing Wang Chong’s power is truth. Later, the criticism of Wang Chong has even become a trend, becoming a trend in the capital.

However, things are extremely counter-productive. When everyone has approved Wang Chong as nothing, when he is described as an ambitious conspirators, other people have some different thoughts when they look at these hearts.

"Now everyone knows that there are so many wars in Datang. It is because the military generals are ambitious, and in order to satisfy their own lusts, they continue to fight. These people are really the shame of our Datang... and especially among the alien kings. Rushing for the main!"

In a restaurant in the capital, a storyteller wore a blue robes, dancing on the top, dancing and dancing.

"it is good!"

Under the stands, the crowd was dense, and I heard the resonance, and they all applauded and applauded.

"This is not right! A country should allow different voices. The alien king may privately recruit troops and horses, or open the armory, but what he said is not wrong! Datang should not be one-sided disarmament, putting hope in and Peace talks between the parties!"

In the crowd, no one noticed a five-and-three-thick man, but he frowned slightly.

In the beginning, he was indeed infected by the crazy crowd around him, but gradually there was another voice in his heart.

"Strong power is truth", "the law of the jungle", "weak meat and strong food"... The thoughts seen in the book continue to come to mind, even if it is the most intense time to criticize Wang Chong, it has not disappeared from his mind. On the contrary, it has become more and more profound.

"It's all wrong..."

The man whispered in his heart and looked at the crazy crowd in front of him. His eyes flashed a complex look and finally turned his head and separated the crowd and left the restaurant.

And there is more than one person who has the same idea.

In the Jinwu Building in the west of the city, a Mr. Shuoshu is swaying and drunk, and this Jinwulou is the main storyteller. Every time he writes books, he is full of friends and friends, and it is hard to find a ticket, especially the recent one. In the dispute between the soldiers and the Confucianism, all the storytellers earned almost full.

"The treasurer, opened the business! Tell them, today's show is ready to open!"

The singer of the robes is drunk and ready to start his own storytelling program as usual. Although he is a good wine, when he was a book, he was always a slap in the face, and he was thinking about it. This is why he is very popular in the west of the city.

"Sorry, Mr. Zhang, we are going out of business today, not talking about books."

However, this time I have not waited for him to go, there is a small cockroach in the Jinwu Building, and a few arrows walked up early to stop in front of him.

"What! Just kidding! You are talking nonsense here, I don't know if I will tell you the treasurer, what will be the end!"

Zhang Daqiao, a robes, made a wine cellar and pushed and shoved while squatting.

"Mr. Zhang, really can't go in!"

Unexpectedly, the little sister would have a life, and once again blocked his way.

"In addition, this is what the treasurer means!"

"what!"

Zhang Qiao was shocked and stopped. He looked at the little wine in front of him and woke up.

"Impossible! The treasurer can never do this. I don't know, I don't talk about the day, how much business you have to lose in one day!"

Zhang Qiao Li channel. He had thought that the other party would give in more or less, but the final result was quite different from what he imagined.

"Oh, the treasurer said, this loss is what he bears, Mr. Zhang, you still go elsewhere!"

Xiao Yan said, bowed and said, while reaching out to signal Zhangqiao to go.

"Good! Remember, don't regret it!"

Zhang Qiao finally reacted, his eyes glanced and shouted at the Jinwu Building. Then I slammed my sleeves and left with anger. 】

When the storyteller left, the figure in Jinwulou came out of the darkness.

"The treasurer, Mr. Zhang said that the book is famous in the entire capital. We drove him away like this. Isn't it too good? I am afraid that this restaurant will lose a lot of guests!"

Xiao Yan walked to the front of the shopkeeper in Jinwulou and suddenly opened his eyes, showing deep anxiety in his eyes.

"Go with him!"

The shopkeeper of the restaurant stood in front of the door, but his eyes were exceptionally firm:

"Jingshili now refuted the voice of the alien king more and more and more and more fierce. I don't know if the foreign king said it is right, but I know that he did save the southwest and the whole Anxi and Daixi. Such a person should not be subject to such insults, and what he said may not be wrong!"

The last sentence did not say it. During this time, the voice of peace and anti-war in Jingshili became more and more fierce. In this environment, no one just made other voices, but deep inside he knew that some words about the alien king were not true. .

A person has been thinking silently for a long time. He finally made a decision. The whole country must have someone to make a real voice. Perhaps doing so will cause him to lose a lot of business, but if he does not do this, he will always sleep hard, at least in his heart. This is his real thought.

Time to change the past is like a big dream suddenly awakening.

When countless people are involved in this anti-war movement, another trend of thought is slowly awakening.

Although no one can resist the influence of Zhu Zi, no one can confront this big trend, but gradually more and more people are reflecting, and in their own way, expressing support for Wang Chong, is also the thinking of this empire. .

In the capital, stop the storytelling, prohibiting those who say that the story of Mr. Book is far more than that restaurant. When everyone screams and screams, when they are insane, more than one person turns and leaves in the fierce shouts.

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"Zhu Zi is not necessarily right, we should make our own voice!"

Among the bamboo forests, several Confucian students are gathering together, and one of the Confucian students suddenly spoke.

If these words are passed out, I am afraid that it will cause an uproar immediately.

The status of Zhu Zi is hard to shake, even supreme. The second voice has not been heard in the current school. There are no students who dare to argue with the teacher, but everyone knows that even the saints will make mistakes, let alone Zhu Zi.

In the Middle Kingdom of China, the tradition of coexistence of culture and military has been for thousands of years. This kind of system has existed for so long, and there must be some reason. But now Confucianism is no longer promoting Confucianism, but pulling the military from the roots. If Yi Di pays attention to benevolence and righteousness, and keeps promises, the whole world may have already been peaceful, and how will it wait until now.

"What is the matter of the alien king? I believe everyone understands that if he is really unconcerned, the Holy Emperor will allow him. One person should make great contributions to the country and should not be subject to such insults. This is justice!"

Another Confucian student sat on the floor.

"It's not just like this. You have all seen the power, that is, the truth. It is right or wrong. There are some truths. Everyone should understand. Now everyone is in an irrational state. So sooner or later, it is going to happen. !"

The third Confucian scholar also spoke, while talking, while glanced at the "power is the truth" piled up in front of him.

The more the truth is clarified, the relationship between nations is not warm. The truth in the Alien King Book has been verified countless times in the past.

It is because after reading it, the book says it is right, and it hits the nail on the head, so they will gather here, because they share the same point of view.

"You have to do something, you can't continue this way!"

A few people in the bamboo forest glanced at each other and nodded heavily. Several people's reactions have been quick, but others have reacted faster.

Just a few days later, several unsigned books were quickly published in the capital, and appeared in the streets, "On the power of truth, the truth of truth," "The Law of the Jungle," the relationship between countries. These books interpret Wang Chong's "Power is the Truth" and "The Theory of War" in their own way, and support him in his own way.

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"We want peace, don't fight!"

"Down with the alien king! Defeat the murderer!"

"There is no etiquette, how different from the beast! Power is the truth is a nonsense!"

"Disarmament and disarmament! We don't want the army!"

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On the most prosperous Qinglong Street in Beijing, the people marching and demonstrating wave after wave, from the end of Qinglong Street to another section, even spread to Zhuque Street and other streets, at a glance.