Everyone said that Fu Baosong had an upright nature, and he was almost carved out of the same mold as the late Vice Prime Minister Dong A. The Jiujiu Chapter Ren of the National Academy of Sciences was also very optimistic about him, saying that he was a sincere gentleman and hoped that he would achieve something.

But Dong A, in addition to being upright, is also able to adapt to the country. Fu Baosong, on the other hand, has gone all the way to the dark side, sticking to the truth in his heart. He is more than a hundred miles different from Dong A?

"How cruel is the struggle between great powers?" Lin Zhengren took the initiative to reply on behalf of the Prime Minister: "The State of Qi can use any means to suppress the state of Tao, and the State of Jing will naturally fight back, but there is no reason in this. Hold on tight, I

I know you have always been unable to get rid of the sand in your eyes, but this matter is not something you and I can discuss. Furthermore, Qi State has harbored evil intentions, so do we still have to talk to it about rules and morals? Is it the integrity of you and me that is more important, or is it us?

Is Zhuang Guo’s national security important?”

Fu Baosong was speechless for a moment and only said: "Master Lin, I can't explain you."

"It's simply hateful! The people of our Zhuang country have been harmed by the White Bone Path for generations. The monks of our Zhuang Country have been fighting to eliminate the White Bone Path for all generations. No one is more qualified than us to raise this banner! After all, this basin of dirty water

, how can it be thrown at the head of our country, Zhuang?!" The one who spoke angrily was Jiang Liuyue, who ranked last among the eight heroes of Xin'an: "Can the country of Qi confuse right and wrong and confuse right and wrong?"

"This is a world of power, how can there be any justice?"

There were some things that were difficult for Du Ruhui to say, but it was no problem for Lin Zhengren to say them. He also consciously came forward to teach Jiang Liuyue: "Chief Jiang, we can have our own ideal world, but we can't expect others to have it."

Naive. Since Jiang Wuan wants to cover up his evil deeds, he must put us to death. And Qi State dominates the Eastern Region, devouring the sun and destroying Xia and does all kinds of evil, so why does it care about us?"

Jiang Liuyue has been working in the Criminal Investigation Department since graduating from the National Academy of Education. Now he has adapted for a while and is about to be released to serve as the Chief Executive of Qinglan City. That's why he calls him that.

Jiang Liuyue gritted her teeth and was furious, but she respected Lin Zhengren and held her hand in front of her: "Junior brother, you have learned a lesson."

He had been taught a lesson by Lin Zhengren earlier and had some disagreements with him. Later, he worked hard and rose to prominence in the National Academy of Education. Senior Brother Lin Zhengren, who was the number one person in the National Academy of Education, personally apologized to him. Speaking of which, it was all true at the beginning.

Military affairs are also for the victory of the national war, so he can understand that the grudge in his heart has long been eliminated.

Senior Brother Lin's cultivation and character are first-class. The more you come into contact with him, the more people admire him.

Now, in his opinion, the most trustworthy person is of course Senior Brother Fu Baosong, but the second most trustworthy person is Senior Brother Lin Zhengren. Therefore, when Lin Zhengren calls himself an official, he calls himself his junior brother.

Du Ruhui sighed again in his heart.

It can be said that Lin Zhengren is good at everything, a very useful talent, except that he is not trustworthy...

Now, with his cultivation as a god, he can still suppress this person firmly. When Lin Zhengren comes, who else in the court will be able to control him?

I can’t tell you when that time will come, so I have no choice but to...

"Jianqiu, what do you think?" He looked at Li Jianqiu, who was always silent.

Li Jianqiu hung the peach-branch sword on his waist and sat there upright, saying simply: "Jianqiu doesn't have any opinion. But for the long-term plan of the country, Jianqiu will do what the Prime Minister says."

Before asking, Du Ruhui knew the answer would be like this.

He was not surprised, and just asked: "You and Ye Hu are both from Maplewood City, what do you think he will think of you?"

Du Yehu, who ranks second among the eight heroes of Xin'an, is not in the prime minister's house at the moment. Unless strictly required, he will not participate in these private gatherings, and he rarely even participates in court meetings. He has no food or accommodation.

In the military camp, they practiced military skills every day. Among the young talents in Zhuang State, they were famous for being withdrawn and taciturn.

And how many people know that when they were in Maplewood City, Du Yehu was the most noisy?

Jiang Wang knew that Zhao Rucheng, who was living in Mu Country, knew that he was the one...

Li Jianqiu sighed in his heart, and just said: "The prime minister has his own judgment in his heart, so why does Jianqiu need to talk too much. But I think that your majesty believes in one thing, the prime minister believes it, Jian Qiu believes it, Fu Baosong believes it... the whole country believes it.

I believe it, why does General Du not believe it?"

"Who would not believe everything they see with their own eyes and hear with their own ears, but believe what others say? Besides, last time in Buhu City, if it hadn't been for the Prime Minister's intervention, General Du would have been dead!" Lin Zhengren said, "If it weren't for Jiang Wang,

Relying on the demon clan, colluding with the Bone Path, sacrificing the people of the city, and using demon magic to take the talents of wronged souls for his own use, how could An have reached such a level of cultivation today?! You know, back in Maplewood City, I couldn't even lift a single finger of mine.

He was never a genius who could kill him, but he did all the evil things and got a name by luck, but he was praised by the people in the world! It shows that the common people are ignorant and only the strong are considered."

"Silence!" Du Ruhui scolded: "Can you say such things casually? If there is no evidence, just keep your mouth shut! Have you forgotten the humiliation the truth suffered in Yujing Mountain?"

Lin Zhengren snorted: "He has cleaned himself up now..."

In the end, I stopped talking.

But it also arouses hatred in the hearts of young people like Jiang Liuyue.

They have never met Jiang Wang, never come into contact with Jiang Wang, but a brush has already painted the specific appearance of Jiang Wang in their hearts - young, but older than the city, good at hypocritical performances, and a conniving person.

A vicious hypocrite.

Both Lin Zhengren and Du Ruhui have gained a certain understanding of Jiang Wang after several encounters. They know very well that Jiang Wang will return to Zhuang Country one day.

Nowadays, Jiang Wang, who is the Marquis of Wu'an of Great Qi, can no longer be solved by diplomatic means. Jiang Wang spent four years of hard work and won himself a golden body.

After the attempt to frame the devil failed, they could only wait passively. The higher Jiang Wang stood, the more passive they became.

Time has changed!

Now Jiang Wang can represent Qi State, and his personal hatred has been described as national hatred by the Emperor of Qi himself.

They brought the power of Xinzhuang Kingdom, but they could only hide under the wings of Jingguo.

But when it comes to giving up, no one is willing to give up.

Everything they are doing now is just one of their many preparations.

When Jiang Wang comes to Zhuang Country, he will know who he is on the opposite side...and who he is an enemy of!

…

…

"Junior Brother Jiang, I felt a little sad after reading this letter."

In the dark underground palace, Zhang Linchuan, who was neither good nor bad, neither beautiful nor ugly, sat casually on the stone steps.

Of course, the stone steps were wiped clean and as smooth as a mirror.

A few steps behind him was the Pope's throne, but he didn't bother to sit on it.

There are no more than a thousand believers in the sect, and they have all gone underground, sneaking around like rats.

I don’t even dare to mention Wu Sheng’s name anymore.

What’s the point of this pope?

For a sect that once had hundreds of thousands of members in total, this is a huge change. Many senior leaders in the sect have taken suicidal actions because they cannot accept this...

This also led to more brutal strangulation.

He has no contact with any branch at all now, and will never respond to any believer in the inanimate world, because any trace of it is enough to lead to his death.

It is said that he is the Supreme God Lord, he is said to be a great Taoist Master, he is said to be the ancestor of the Wusheng Cult, and it is said that he has succeeded in standing up as a true god at a young age with the help of his holy body and huge faith. He seems to be not inferior to the genius of Taoist Li Yi.

…

But under the great trend of Huanghuang, he is just like an ant.

Even the Sutra of Immortality, which he painstakingly compiled, has gradually lost its divine support and has become a dead pool without living water.

Overnight, the career I had worked hard for for many years, my current cultivation, and my future path were all severely damaged.

If it were any other person, it would probably be unacceptable.

But now he is sitting here with a very indifferent expression, and he is even leisurely commenting on the writing and diction of Junior Brother Jiang.

"No wonder so many inexplicable people are crazy about this..."

He said: "But there is one thing I don't understand."

Zhang Linchuan raised his eyes and was a little puzzled: "Don't you think I should be credited with the destruction of the White Bone Dao? Why did you beat me into a remnant of the White Bone Dao?"

Standing not far in front of him was a tall, thin man with a gloomy face.

He is Yigui, one of the five guardian Dharma kings of Wusheng Sect.

Standing in the shadow of the lampstand with his back hunched and his eyes pressed down, his whole person had a dark and sinister look.

Hearing the sound, he also chewed his teeth and said in a jeering manner: "This is a shit basin being thrust on you."

Zhang Linchuan looked at him and slowly frowned. "This metaphor is so disgusting."

Yigui shrank his neck and said dryly: "Hold...I'm sorry, I'll change..."

Sizzle!

The sudden leap of dark lightning had already enveloped him.

It was a shadow-like existence, but it had the sound of thunder and lightning!

The sound only lasted for a moment.

After the thunder dissipated, only a charred skeleton was left, still hunched over and ready to pounce...

Zhila, zhila.

Zhang Linchuan brushed the non-existent dust from his clothes and stood up.

"Come on, everyone." He said calmly.

There was a huge roar in the distance, and soon there was the sound of a large group of people pouring into the underground palace.

In this dark hall, there were also a dozen monks with powerful auras, who took off their disguises and walked out of the shadows.

Today there are 6,000 words, one of which is an update for Ashigan Creditors Committee. (2/10)
Chapter completed!