"Immortal Heavenly Pass!"

Seeing the memorial handed over by Zhu Hongyi, Zhou Li's face turned pale in an instant. He looked at Zhu Hongyi, with a nervous and hopeful look on his face, "How serious is it?"

Zhu Hongyi said in a deep voice: "It's very serious!"

He handed his hand to Zhou Li, "Your Majesty, you'll know when you look!"

Zhou Li slowly stretched out his hand, as if he didn't want to accept the memorial, but he had to accept it, as if he hadn't seen the memorial, this terrible thing wouldn't have happened.

Seeing his appearance, Zhu Hongyi sighed slightly. The emperor of a country likes to deceive himself. Even if his personal skills are high, it is not a blessing.

Zhou Li took the memorial and watched it carefully. The more he looked, the ugly his face became. Gradually, sweat began to drip down his nose.

After reading the memorial, he stood up and lowered his head and walked slowly. After a while, he whispered to Zhu Hongyi: "This has been quiet for thousands of years. Why is there any movement in the Undead Heaven Pass now?"

Zhu Hongyi's expression remained unchanged and he whispered: "In recent years, few people have gone to Tianguan to fight against the Undead tribe! The last time is still..."

He said this, lowered his head and stopped talking.

"Or what?"

Zhou Li asked in a silence: "Who else has been to the Immortal Heavenly Pass recently? Oh, but there is still one person!"

The king and his minister looked at each other, and they both remembered the person who was bleeding in the palace six years ago.

"Yes, I do seem to have heard people say he's been there before."

Thinking of the tall man who was lawless and unceremonious to him, Zhou Li's pupils shrank slightly and he sighed softly: "I suddenly regret killing him now!"

Zhu Hongyi's eyes flashed and he said in a deep voice: "The rioters have no king or father, and they have to be killed!"

Zhou Li looked up at Zhu Hongyi. Seeing his majestic face, he was not angry but was powerful. At this moment, when he mentioned the affairs of the Confucian Yinxue, there was a bit of murderous aura in his majesty, which showed how great his murderous intention was towards the Yinxue lineage.

"Okay, let's not talk about him!"

Zhou Li threw the memorial to Zhu Hongyi, "I remember that a thousand years ago, when the rioters of Confucianism controlled the dynasty, many Confucian scholars went to Tianguan to die every year, and died with the undead tribe. Even the great master would sacrifice his life to kill the enemy."

He stared at Zhu Hongyi's eyes and said lightly: "What the Confucian lineage can do, can't Neo-Confucianism orthodox do?"

Zhu Hongyi frowned after receiving the memorial, "Your Majesty, today is different from the past. My Neo-Confucian master is governing the country. How can they go to the battlefield to kill the enemy?"

Zhou Li ignored him and just ordered: "My mysterious skills are not yet perfect. I have to stay in seclusion for a while before I can adjust. After I leave the seclusion, I hope that things in the north can be solved!"

Seeing Zhou Li stepping away from the study, Zhu Hongyi looked at Zhou Li's back and stopped talking, but finally turned into a sigh.

Their family knew their own affairs. Before Neo-Confucianism came to power, traditional Confucian disciples had a very harmonious relationship with the hundreds of schools. Every 100 years, they would organize various sects to cooperate with the imperial military strategists to fight against the undead tribes in the north. Although they would lose their troops and even be wiped out, even so, as long as they reached the 100-year deadline, they would rush over to die even if they knew they would die.

It has become a common practice to go to a bloody battle every hundred years.

Because of this reason, the strong enemies in the north have never had a chance to breathe, and also gave time for development and growth in various parts of the Central Plains.

Since Neo-Confucianism came to power, some people have organized a battle in the north at the beginning, but because Neo-Confucianism has had a bad relationship with hundreds of schools of thought, there are very few people who responded, which was very embarrassed at one time, and in the end, Neo-Confucianism disciples had to go in person.

But a hundred years later, the Neo-Confucian disciples began to cherish their lives and refused to go. They just sent people from the military and ordinary soldiers to attack. The real martial arts masters did not dare to follow them.

However, the flesh and blood of the ordinary soldier is indeed too different from the northern enemy. As long as he leaves the pass, his entire army will be wiped out.

In this way, the soldiers' children complained and said, "The king and his subjects are dissatisfied, and even ordinary soldiers don't want to go to die."

Year by year, fewer and fewer people dare to leave the pass, and the north is becoming quieter and quieter, dynasties of all dynasties gradually relaxed their vigilance. By the time of the Great Zhou Dynasty, although people had heard of the power of powerful enemies in the north, they had never seen it, and they became more and more unreasonable.

It has been a thousand years since the last incident in the north. When the entire Great Zhou Dynasty thought they would remain as quiet as before, they suddenly had movement!

This caught everyone a little off guard.

Thinking of the current situation of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Zhu Hongyi was instigated to learn about the gods and man, and his wisdom was profound, but he still felt helpless.

Although Neo-Confucianism is now in great power and there are more and more children of Neo-Confucianism, there are fewer and fewer real martial arts masters.

In addition, he has a bad relationship with several major sects, and even if he wants to form a army of masters to fight in the north, no one will respond.

Even if there are enough personnel, there are probably only a few people who really dare to go out of seclusion and fight.

People are becoming more and more afraid of death nowadays!

It's getting less and less bloody!

The so-called "the way of fooling the people is to make them think without thinking, to make them innocent, to make them filial" proposed by Neo-Confucianism has now been basically popularized. Both ordinary people and most students in the world have become "filial people", but they have lost their blood and spiritual nature, do not know how to resist, but only know how to "filial".

There are fewer and fewer real masters in the world, and fewer and fewer people are qualified to cause trouble.

If there were no enemies from the north, this situation would be a great situation that all dynasties could not be sought by emperors.

This situation has been preserved. Even if the whole world becomes a stagnant pool, it is an excellent system for the emperors of the dynasty to pass on for generations.

In this country, internal troubles are not enough. As long as there are no external enemies to break through, these emperors can really "pass on the world and pass on forever!"

But at this time there was an external enemy!

Zhu Hongyi stood quietly in the study of the palace for a long time. He didn't wake up until the eunuch came to the study to clean up his things and put on the lamps.

"Sir, you have been standing for a long time!"

The little eunuch said to Zhu Hongyi in a quiet voice: "You are the Dinghai Sword Needle of our Great Zhou Dynasty, so you must pay attention to your health!"

He gently cleaned the debris in the study with a broom and murmured: "It's dark this day!"

"Yes, it's dark!"

Zhu Hongyi stepped out, looked at the sky with his hands behind his back, and sighed deeply, "Dinghai Shen Needle? Hehe, Dinghai Shen Needle!"

At this time, the lights in the palace were brightly lit, and the eunuchs and palace maids bowed and bowed as they passed by him.

Zhu Hongyi turned a blind eye to these people and slowly walked out of the palace, with a bleak expression.

His murmur came from the wind, "Even the Dinghai Shen Needle can't escape the day it was taken away!"

He walked slowly on the street. Several sedan chairmen carrying the sedan chair did not dare to urge him, and slowly followed him with him with the sedan chair.

After walking for a while, Zhu Hongyi got into the sedan chair and was still muttering to himself, "In the troublesome autumn, there is a storm in all directions, and now another strong enemy is coming."

"I have to see who it is to laugh to the end!"
Chapter completed!