Fang Jie did not stay in the Tai Chi Hall for long, nor did he say anything ruthless, but after he left, all the court officials breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was pressing down on a mountain in his heart just now. These court officials were all those who had been wandering in the ups and downs for many years, and had never seen such aura in a young man.

Many of them have served Emperor Tianyou Yang Yi. In their opinion, Yang Yi has not had a strong imperial aura. He is a slightly feminine person, and he is very mean in both behavior and speaking. However, Yang Yi can indeed bring pressure to people. He seems to have something innate to the Yang family.

When he arrived at the young emperor Yang Chengqian, he gave the court officials no pressure at all. Although he was also a member of the Yang family, although he learned a lot from Yang Yi, he was still too young after all. In front of the civil and military officials of the court, he was like a cub, who wanted to show his power, but could not bring out his power. A group of old foxes surrounded him, and he had already seen clearly that the cubs had not yet become sharp.

The courtiers were afraid of the iron-armored general who was in power later.

Fang Jie brings them a feeling that it is far more than fear. Fang Jie is not restrained, and some people may say that this is an immature manifestation. But in fact, it is not the case. Fang Jie is not restrained because of his confidence. His temperament is very strange, and perhaps this has a deep relationship with his origin.

The next thing was led by Dugu Wenxiu and Grand Secretary Niu Huilun, and the court officials naturally responded enthusiastically. The next thing was to discuss which day was auspicious day and how large it would be.

Fang Jie originally planned to live in a shop on East 23rd Street, but now he has different identities and has no freedom. Even if he wants to live back, it will be difficult.

Fang Jie’s residence is now in Changchun Garden.

Standing by the lotus pond, Fang Jie was a little confused when he looked at the vaguely visible in the distance. In his memory, it seemed that not long ago, he hid in the small vegetable garden outside the tulip and stole a few green and sweet cucumbers to eat. At that time, he really didn't expect that one day he would become the owner of Changchun Garden.

However, at this time the small vegetable garden was deserted and covered with weeds. The new servants were working hard, and it would take at least half a month to completely clean the Changchun Garden. The dome looked so decadent, and the wooden house, which was notorious, looked even more gray. However, surprisingly, a new branch appeared on the roof, green.

He took his gaze back and glanced at Wei Mu who was standing not far away.

"Are you conflicted?"

Fang answered the question.

"yes"

Wei Mu replied with his head down, perhaps because he had been a servant for too long, Wei Mu seemed a little lack of confidence in front of Fang Jie. Or maybe Fang Jie almost killed him on the head of Chang'an City, he was still in fear. He did not dare to look Fang Jie's eyes in front of him, as if he was afraid of being swallowed by the terrible golden fire the next second.

"This is not the first time I have seen such a conflict."

Fang Jie sat down in the pavilion beside the lotus pond. Yang Yi, the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty, once had a conversation with him in this pavilion. A few years have passed, things have changed.

When saying this, Fang Jie couldn't help but think of the "boy" who always felt that he was too ugly and was unwilling to show his face in front of others.

Puhu walked out of the imperial tomb and showed his true face. Perhaps because he had not known him again for more than two hundred years, no one pointed at him from behind and said: Look, that is the emperor's younger brother, he is so ugly.

Although the contradiction deep in Puhu's heart is different from Wei Mu, it has many similarities. So Fangjie can understand the pain in Wei Mu's heart... He lived a long life longer than normal people, but this kind of long life is because of abnormality that Wei Mu is in conflict. He still wants to continue to live, but he doesn't want to continue to be a monster.

No one needs to say that he is a monster, but he has already admitted that he is a monster in his heart. No matter who it is, there are some disgusting bugs in his body. Even after more than two hundred years, he will never calm down whenever he thinks of it. This kind of living is because those bugs change his body, and these bugs are not immortal. When the lifespan of the bug ends, he will die.

Moreover, it will die miserably.

The world is sometimes unfair and sometimes very fair.

"When you think clearly what you want, come and talk to me. Since I have promised you will not regret it unless you do something that makes me regret it."

"I want to be a normal person."

Wei Mu gritted his teeth and said.

"You decided?"

Fang answered the question.

Wei Mu nodded: "If I die immediately because I have removed the insects in my body, I will admit it. If I am not dead, I will easily live a few years of normal life. You may understand the sufferings and contradictions in my heart, but you may not understand the pain of insects in my body. Raising a gu with your body requires eating something that normal people will never eat, doing things that normal people will never do, and when eating these things, even wild animals are not as good as wild animals. I have enough, really enough."

Fang Jie was silent for a while and nodded: "If you think about it, I will help you get the bugs out and try my best to keep you alive, but I can't give you any guarantee."

"OK!"

Wei Mu refocused again: "There is another request... If the insects in my body are removed, I still want to lead the troops. But I don't want to lead the Iron Armored Army. Can you give me a team and let me go to the northwest to have a fight with the Mongolian Yuan people with real swords and guns."

Fang Jie paused for a while and asked, "Why do you want to fight the Mongolian and Yuan people in the northwest?"

Wei Mu raised his head and looked at Fang: "When the Great Sui Dynasty was established more than 200 years ago, Emperor Taizu took us to fight the Mongolian and Yuan Tartars in the northwest, and we won. Now the civil strife in the Central Plains is empty, and the Mongols are coming again. I heard that the Tartars had already fought to the edge of Yishui in one breath... This is a bully of me, no one in the Central Plains, so I want to go and win again."

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Imperial Mausoleum

Fang Jie had been standing outside the imperial tomb for half an hour, and he just stared at the stone gate that had been sealed up again. He had entered this place once and knew what kind of sadness it was inside the imperial tomb. The bodies of the Great Sui emperors were actually food prepared for him by Yang Jian.

Thinking of this, I am afraid that no one can calm down. How great is human greed? Yang Jian has established an empire, but he is still not satisfied. He wants to live forever and always protect the empire he built with his own hands for thousands of years. For this wish, he no longer cares about family affection.

Eat your own flesh and blood and drink your own bones and blood.

"Don't go in?"

Xiang Qingniu asked.

Fang Jie shook his head: "Forget it, don't bother him. Although you and I guess that Puhu might still be alive, since he chose to stay there forever, we should not disturb him. If he is alive, when he is lonely, he might come out to find you and me to drink. If he is dead, let him sleep there quietly."

Xiang Qingniu nodded.

The two of them went to worship Mr. Wan before, but they vaguely knew about a location, and there was not even a grave. Mr. Wan's body was dug out by Yang Jian and transported back to Chang'an City, and then Yang Jian whipped the body to vent his anger. The incomplete body was then discarded outside the city, and the corpse could no longer be found.

Xiang Qingniu just cried, and his eyes were swollen. He was such a person with a temperament. He cried when he was sad, cheered when he was happy, and was not artificial or pretentious. Perhaps it was because of his such a temperament that he became enlightened in the Taoist heart.

"After returning to Chang'an City, I have a few things to do before I can leave again. If I want to make the Central Plains stable and surrender, the first thing is to reform. This matter is unhurried. After all, there will be too many people involved in the reform this time. I am not afraid of them, but once I take action, it will inevitably involve a lot of connections. I have to endure the war between the Mongolian and the foreigners before the war between the Mongolian and the Yuan people was resolved."

"The second thing is to rebuild the court. With the Grand Secretary Niu Huilun, Sanjin Hou and Dugu, and others, this matter is difficult, and it is not difficult. I have known Chen Xiaoru to find any reason to find any ulterior motives in the court and dig out the ulterior motives one by one. Since we have to do this, we can't make them think that I want to take a big move."

"The third thing is what I just mentioned."

Fang Jie glanced at Xiang Qingniu: "No matter what, things in the world are not trivial. There are many heroes in the grassroots, and there are many heroes inside and outside the sect. At that time, Emperor Tianyou of the Sui Dynasty was determined to hold a martial arts conference and choose some talented people in the martial arts world for him. At that time, he planned to leave this matter to me, but it has not been possible. Now the Central Plains are internal and external troubles, and they need the assistance of the Jianghu Sect and those hermits. Whether it is resisting the Mongolian Yuan people or foreigners, it is not enough to rely on the army alone."

"You can help me."

Fang explained.

"I'm going to become the leader of the martial arts world?"

Xiang Qingniu asked.

Fang Jie smiled: "If you want people in the world to return, you must have a sect standing up and taking the lead. Your senior brother Xiao Yijiu was unable to come back and didn't know where he went. Maybe he saw in the dark that we didn't need his help, so we went back to Qingle Mountain. We couldn't count on him when we counted on him, and you are the Taoist master, so you will naturally take care of it. The Taoist master is the Taoist master. But the Taoist master is too loose, and the Taoist temples of all sizes are actually unrelated. They all claim to be under the Taoist sect, but the good and bad are mixed... Before the martial arts conference, I plan to let you integrate the Taoist sect first and then hold a meeting in the name of the Taoist sect."

“Integration?”

Xiang Qingniu jumped back: "You don't want me to go find Zhang Yiyang to fight, right? If the old bull's nose was not killed, the Daozong would not be able to be integrated."

"not necessarily"

Fang Jie smiled: "I have sent someone to invite him. How to integrate the Daozong and you two discuss it. I have also sent someone to Qingle Mountain. If your senior brother Xiao Yijiu is in, it is best to ask him to come together. If he is not here, then please ask Mr. Zhuo to come."

Xiang Qingniu breathed: "It would be fine if you don't fight...why should we drug him to death?"

Fang Jie looked at him, and Xiang Qingniu chuckled: "To be honest, it's not easier to convince that old bull to win him."

"Integration of Dao Sect is the beginning."

Fang Jie said: "After the integration of the Dao Sect, it will integrate the world. I still say the same thing. A despicable swordsman in the world may have a more conscience than a general of the court. Yang Shunhui has a two-guard warrior and now he has become a slave to foreigners. In order to be the emperor, Li Yuanshan will not hesitate to submit to the Mongolian Yuan people... It is not enough to rely solely on our Black Flag Army, I need more people to help me win this battle."

"Then what?"

Xiang Qingniu asked: "What else is there?"

Fang Jie suddenly smiled: "Then find you a fat wife."
Chapter completed!