Huang Shang followed Chen Ang to outside Jixian Building. This was the place where Zhao Xu liked to receive foreign ministers. Occasionally he would come here to study. Huang Shang did not dare to be negligent and followed Chen Ang respectfully.

Although the Song Dynasty was the emperor and scholars ruled the world, and the status of scholars and civil servants was high, some old ministers could even be on par with the emperor. Famous ministers like Wang Anshi and Sima Guang were even respected, but Huang Shang had no status as a priest and no reputation as a great scholar, so how could he dare to put on airs in front of the emperor?

Chen Ang was not so restricted and walked straight in.

In the huge Jixian Pavilion, there was a bright candlelight, but only one person sat alone at the table. None of the eunuchs beside Zhao Xu were around, and there were only two chairs in front of him. It was obviously an extremely private conversation.

Huang Shang hesitated for a moment and sat down with Chen Ang.

Zhao Xu's face was gloomy. He held a volume of "History of Song" and seemed to be holding something. Huang Shang's eyes clearly saw the word "History of Song" on the cover. He was shocked. No one dared to revise the history of this dynasty. He was really bold.

"Boyan Tuotuo, Kublai Khan, you're so bold!" Zhao Xu was extremely angry. He grabbed the Song Shizi in his hand and looked at Chen Ang excitedly, "Real person, is this the destiny of this dynasty? Tong Guan, Cai Jing, and that useless Zhao Ji, Jing Kang's shame, how can I bear it?"

"How can there be a certain destiny in heaven? Your Majesty, you have lost your composure!" Chen Ang reminded lightly.

Zhao Xu then came to his senses, his face returned to calm, but it was still gloomy and extremely ugly. He was silent for a long time before speaking: "What the real person asks for, I will allow it to be, only one thing for the real person."

"Please speak with your Majesty!"

Zhao Xu said solemnly: "The number of days is uncertain, can the destiny be changed?" After asking this, he added, without waiting for Chen Ang to answer, "If it is possible, let go if there is anything in the real person, I will support it! I will support it with all my strength. However, the ministers still have doubts about the ban on the military order, and I still need to mediate it for it. I wonder if the real person can personally convince those stubborn people."

Chen Ang smiled and said, "Is there anyone you want to kill in particular?"

Zhao Xu was slightly stunned and immediately understood. He looked at Huang Shang, who looked unnatural, and sneered: "I think Shangshu Cai is very good. He is indeed a loyal and honest official!" He said the last two words, which were quite gritting his teeth.

"The 36 Regulations on the ban on martial arts need to be discussed by the court. Chen Zhenren, to clear the martial arts world, I still need to trouble you. The Imperial Guard of the Palace Front Session, the Imperial Guard of the Palace Front Session, has the power to command the commander, and life and death rewards and punishments are all derived from the Imperial Guard of the Palace Front Session. I have removed the position of the Imperial Guard of the Palace Front Session, the Imperial Guard of the Great Insider. I don't know who the Imperial Guard of the Palace Front Session, who belongs to the true heart?"

Chen Ang pulled Huang Shang beside him and said with a smile: "Uncle Wen is worthy of this great task." Huang Shang was shocked when he heard this. He listened to the conversation between the two, and was already covered in cold sweat. Now Chen Ang still wanted to drag him into the water, which really made him wish he had never appeared here before.

Without waiting for Huang Shang to refuse, Zhao Xu agreed immediately, "Just as the real person said, let Huang Shang lead the imperial guards in front of the palace and give them the title of imperial guards!" He glanced at the Song Shi on the table and suddenly spoke: "Now the Zoroastrianism is in western Zhejiang. They claim to be the Ming Cult, and there are the leaders of the sect Fang La, the Dharma Kings of the sect, Wang Yin, Deng Yuanjue, Shi Bao, and Si Xingfang, all of whom are madmen who are separating the land."

"The Ming Cult claims to be a martial arts sect, and develops believers, spreads Manichaeism doctrines, gathers illegally, Li Tianrun, Pang Wanchun, Lu Shinang, Fang Jie and other envoys, contacts all walks of life, practice martial arts day and night in the dangerous valley of Muzhou headquarters, and plans to make mistakes."

Chen Ang smiled and said, "The Sidu Imperial Army came for this purpose, clearing the green forests and martial arts worlds everywhere, and bringing the bright world of Song Dynasty. Such monsters will naturally be cleaned up by the Sidu Imperial Army."

"Okay! I'm sorry for the real person to take action." Zhao Xu smiled happily and said, "The northwest border army has been purged, and the Xixia army can no longer hold back. With the help of real person this time, the Xixia army must have come and go! With the power of great victory, I will do my best to promote the passage of Suwu Order in the court, so that the real person will act without any worries."

In history, Zhao Xu sent troops to attack Xixia many times, forcing Xixia to ask for peace from the Song Dynasty. Now that he has read the history of the Song Dynasty, he is obviously extremely proud of seeing this great martial arts, and has strengthened his confidence in attacking Xixia. At this time, Xixia is weak and the Song Dynasty is strong, and the initiative has long been reversed. If the Song army cannot take advantage of it, it would be an incomprehensible thing.

Huang Shang walked out of Jixian Pavilion with Chen Ang with a tangled expression. He hesitated several times, but finally couldn't help but ask, "Sir Chen, what do you mean? I am a Hanlin editor, how can I be the one who leads troops to fight?"

"You should be so fate!" Chen Ang said lightly, without explaining, and ordered him: "After you go back, go to the Forbidden Martial Arts Hall to receive your salary, two sets of flying fish clothes, one hundred weapons, and one "Xuanwu Zhen Gong" and a Blood Lan Dan. With your current state, you are not an opponent of the Ming Dynasty Dharma King. If you don't have enough time, you will be careless when you come to get the elixir."

Chen Ang did not lie to him. When Fang La rebelled, Huizong ordered Huang Shang to send troops to wipe out the Ming Cult. The great revenge that Huang Shang's family was killed in the future also arose.

At that time, Huang Shang had already entered the realm of transformation and killed several Dharma Kings and envoys of the Ming Cult in one breath. But he knew that among the people he killed, there were several disciples of famous sects in the martial arts world. So their master, uncle, senior brother, junior brother, sister, junior sister, aunt, aunt, teacher godfather, and godmother. He came out and asked many good players from other sects to make things difficult for him and scolded him for not following the rules of the martial arts world.

So much so that the whole family was killed by the martial arts people who were seeking revenge. The most terrifying thing is that Huang Shang led his troops to wipe out the Ming Cult at the age of 70. After the whole family was killed, he lived in seclusion for 40 years to practice martial arts and take revenge. He was invincible at the age of 110 and could be called the immortal death comparable to Zhang Sanfeng.

Chen Ang even suspected that Huang Shang was so able to survive. Maybe when the Five Great Masters of the Legend of the Condor Heroes were still watching, watching the group of juniors killing to the death for the martial arts he created. After all, it was only sixteen years from the time he left behind the "Nine Yin Scriptures" to the first time in Huashan's sword competition.

Ten days later, Cai Jing, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, was found dead in the study at home. The court was shocked for a moment. According to the investigation of the masters of the great internal army, Cai Shangshu's sternum was broken and died at the hands of the Beggars' Sect's Dragon Suppressing Palm. Zhezong was furious and ordered the imperial guards in front of the palace to start the investigation, and then proposed 36 bans of the military orders.

There was an uproar in the court, and supporters and opponents quarreled, but because they were limited to the court, they were not known to the martial arts world. At this time, many well-known masters died in the Gusu Murong family's turbulence, causing huge waves. The relatives and friends of these well-known masters all seek justice for them.

Chen Ang took dozens of riders and galloped on the official road. The trees beside him flashed quickly and galloped. In just a few hours, he arrived at a high hill. Chen Ang was full of masters, but the horses were not iron-clad and needed rest.

There is no village or shop here, and it is also a long distance from the inn. Chen Ang simply puts his horse on his rest, sits in the shade of the trees beside him to replenish his food.

Huang Shang has a deep internal skills and is more energetic than others. At this time, he has adapted to his identity. Although he seems to be a bit derogatory, his status as the top scholar is not despised. In the court, he always regards him as a good-looking Jinshi like him as a civil servant.

"Governor, there seems to be someone in front of you!"

A knight in red came to report from the side. Without further ado, Huang Shang had already discovered a small black dot approaching quickly in the sky. It was as fast as a galloping horse, and he could see the bright and bright bald man from afar.

I saw an eight-foot-tall monk carrying an iron Zen stick and carrying an old man on his back, running towards here. He just got up and down a few times and quickly approached. With big strides, he was three points faster than a healthy horse. However, his face was dark and his breathing was heavy. Although he did not sweat at all, he obviously consumed a lot of physical strength.

Seeing Chen Ang’s strong horse tied to the tree from afar, the monk’s eyes lit up and his speed increased by three points. He took one step and was three feet away, but he was carrying the old man’s back, but it was as stable as flat as the ground. “Get out of the way, get out of the way, let’s lend you your horse to use!”

The monk waved his Zen stick and stirred up a strong gust of wind. When his shoulders shook, he held the old man on the horse's back. He waved his hand and sprinkled a few ingots of broken silver and said buzzingly: "I am Deng Yuanjue of the Ming Cult. I want to buy your horse. I won't keep the silver for a while. If you look for me, I will definitely make up for you!"

"What a courage!" Two big masters couldn't bear it and pounced on them, "Leave the horse!" One of the masters waved his flesh palm, and the fast palm wind suppressed it, with awesome power. It was no problem to have a strong palm wind to open mountains and crack rocks.

But Deng Yuanjue shouted angrily: "Save people like putting out fire, you can disperse it for me!" The Zen stick in his right hand was madly hit, with a huge force. The two masters of the inner world were shocked and quickly retreated. Although Deng Yuanjue had no intention of killing, the strong wind on the Zen stick alone made it difficult for the two of them to breathe. For a moment, the breath was disordered and fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!