Chapter 54

Looking at Yang Xiao, who had a cold gaze, Xian Yu Tong felt a bit frightened and angry, "What did I do to you?"

Yang Xiao was now the Left Brightness Envoy of the Ming Jiao, the highest-ranking person in the Ming Jiao, exercising the power of the acting leader. If he were to vent his anger on him, although the Huashan Sect could be destroyed, he himself could not die. Without the support of the Huashan Sect, those he had offended in the past would certainly not let him off.

Under the playful gazes of everyone, Xian Yu Tong's face was filled with pain, his heart bleeding as he handed over 100 value points to Zeng Xiaoxian. Upon receiving the 100 value points, Zeng Xiaoxian immediately beamed and gave a strange laugh.

"Now can you speak?" Xian Yu Tong, with bloodshot eyes, stared at Zeng Xiaoxian. If what he said was unreasonable, he would tear him apart and chew his bones.

Upon hearing this, Zeng Xiaoxian took a deep breath and explained, "Throughout history, wars and battles have been constant. For ordinary soldiers, there is no distinction between right and wrong. Most soldiers do not enjoy the fruits of victory."

"From what the shop owner said earlier, the heavenly virtue can only be obtained by doing good deeds. Clearly, war should not be included in this category. Therefore, among military leaders, whether they are famous generals or those who have lost a hundred battles, once they have killed too many, their yin virtue is depleted, and it is difficult for their descendants to last for three generations."

"As for the current侠客 Guo Daxia, although he is a loyal and righteous person, it is basically impossible for him to obtain so much heavenly virtue. But why has he obtained so much heavenly virtue?" Zeng Xiaoxian's eyebrows twitched, excited, as he had more listeners than his midnight radio show, and each one was focused.

"Guo Daxia has been stationed in Xiangyang City for a long time, doing nothing else. In the Ten Thousand Worlds Tower, I believe not only one high-ranking general has also guarded the border, but they have not gained any heavenly virtue, and instead, they are full of killing aura."

Zeng Xiaoxian, with a confident look, made strange gestures, "The reason is not with Guo Daxia, so it must be on the Mongol side."

"I believe most people here have heard of the Yuan Dynasty. According to historical records, nearly 70 million civilians were massacred by the Yuan army in the Song Dynasty, and including Central Asia, Western Asia, and Western Europe, about 200 million people died at the hands of the Mongols. How many people were in Mongolia? One million? Ten million?"

"So, on average, each Mongol soldier killed dozens, even nearly a hundred, ordinary civilians, not soldiers in battle... (The following is not written to prevent censorship. Those interested can look up the information themselves.)"

Zhou Yang, looking at Zeng Xiaoxian's eloquent speech, was slightly surprised. However, he soon remembered that Zeng Xiaoxian had a master's degree in history and philosophy, a truly highly educated person.

Regarding Chinese history, he naturally spoke with ease. Although "The Return of the Condor Heroes" had some differences from the history of Zeng Xiaoxian's world, there were no significant differences, at least in terms of the Mongols.

Everyone listening to Zeng Xiaoxian's explanation began to understand. The soldiers Guo Jing killed were all Yuan soldiers who had the blood of countless innocent civilians on their hands. Killing them naturally earned him some virtue. Guo Jing had guarded Xiangyang City for decades, experiencing countless battles, and the number of Yuan soldiers he had killed was unknown.

However, this method was useless for them. The martial artists from "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber" were just beginning to feel proud when they remembered that the Mongol armies that had massacred civilians had long since died out.

Their descendants were far from creating the "miracles" of their ancestors.

"Guo Daxia, I wonder if Xiangyang City is still in danger? I am willing to personally lead a million troops to help you defend Xiangyang." Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, Li Longji, tightly held Guo Jing's hand, looking expectant.

The current Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, Li Longji, had just established the Kaiyuan Prosperous Age. The granaries were piled high with grain, the soldiers were well-equipped, and there were tens of thousands of mercenaries. The military strength was already close to that of the Zhen Guan period.

Upon hearing this, Guo Jing was somewhat moved. He had naturally heard of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, Li Longji. Gathering a million troops was effortless for the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

"En?" Just as Guo Jing was about to nod in agreement, he was secretly stopped by Huang Rong. Although Guo Jing did not know why, he still chose to trust his most intelligent and clever Rong'er.

"Guo Daxia, our Shaolin Temple has thirty top-notch experts and five experts at the innate realm. Our Shaolin Temple will fully follow your command." Abbot Cixuan, pushed by the other abbots, said with determination, regardless of any principles, the Shaolin Temple was ready to open the gates of slaughter.

No, it was to eliminate evil and protect the righteous!

"Guo Daxia, our Ming Jiao can provide 200,000 followers, each with excellent skills, all under your command." Yang Xiao of the Ming Jiao also said urgently, afraid of being left out.

"Guo Daxia, if you agree, our Ming Song Eight Nations will mobilize a million elite troops to help you annihilate the Mongol army."

"Guo Daxia, our Wudang Sect..."

"Guo Daxia, our Beggar Sect..."

"Guo Daxia, our Xianyao Sect..."

...

Guo Jing was somewhat overwhelmed by the enthusiastic leaders of various sects, empires, and martial artists. As for those without sects, they were already pushed to the periphery.

"Everyone, please calm down." Huang Rong, with a slight turn of her eyes, said, "The Mongol army is not currently in Xiangyang City. Even if everyone wants to help, there is no battle to fight now. When the Mongol army comes, we will naturally call on everyone."

"Guo Daxia, Guo Furen, I know that the Song Dynasty lacks grain. Our Tang Dynasty is willing to provide you with five million shi of grain free of charge." Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, Li Longji, said calmly, as if he had just mentioned 500 jin of grain.

The other emperors, including Emperor Chongzhen, drew in a breath. As emperors, it took a great deal of effort to gather a million shi of grain from all over the country, but for Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, it was a trivial matter.

However, five million shi of grain was not much for the Tang Dynasty. It only required a small portion to be taken from several already full granaries.

"Thank you, Emperor Tang. We are grateful." Huang Rong gently pulled Guo Jing, who then bowed in gratitude.

Upon hearing this, a smile appeared on the corner of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang's mouth. It was good that they accepted it.

"Our Ming Song two nations will provide you with 1,000 three-eyed muskets. These muskets are very powerful, and whether it is leather or armor, they will be fatal under the three-eyed muskets." Emperor Chongzhen, Zhu Youjian, said reluctantly. If it were not for the generous rewards from the other emperors, he would not have given up the already scarce firearms.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yang wanted to stop it, but considering the limitations of the three-eyed muskets, he nodded in agreement.

However, when a white man in a denim leather jacket offered to provide 10,000 AK47s, Zhou Yang directly refused. In ancient times, there was no concept of the rule of law. If powerful firearms were to flow into ancient times, the immense destructive power would cause great chaos.

The martial arts sects were slightly stunned, but soon, Abbot Xuanci of "The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" gave Guo Xiang three Shaolin Temple Xiaohuandan. The other sects also gave Guo Xiang various sect treasures, which she naturally accepted with grace.

Surrounded by a group of emperors and leaders of various martial arts sects, Guo Jing and his two companions left the Ten Thousand Worlds Tower with joy.

After Guo Jing left, although some people still used heavenly virtue to trade, the one with the most virtue among them did not even reach one-tenth of Guo Jing's.

After Emperor Chongzhen and the other emperors inquired about the Qing Dynasty from a few modern people, they also left with excitement.

In a short while, only a few people remained in the Ten Thousand Worlds Tower.

"Why don't you leave?" Zhou Yang, looking at the hesitant Zeng Xiaoxian, asked curiously.

"Shop owner, I wonder if you cultivate big stars here?" Zeng Xiaoxian rubbed his hands together, looking expectant.

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