The Hui River converges with the other two rivers more than ten miles north of Shujia Town. The Wanjiang River to the north and the Dujiang River to the east, which are the main rivers of Wan and Du.

Going east along the Du River, winding and stretching among the Thousand Miles of Congshan Mountains, and then turning into a hundred miles of flat rivers. The center of the flat river is spread out to connect the eaves of hundreds of miles, which is the capital of Du State Shujing.

Moyizhou has tens of thousands of miles, with hundreds of ordinary people, and hundreds of countries. Du State has 3,000 miles of country, with tens of millions of people, and a million armies. It is not considered a first-class strong country, nor is it a weak country.

Du Guo ascended the throne since childhood, and has been in power for more than 20 years. He has been diligent in governance and diligent in his work. He wrote thousands of words every day, and appointed talents to serve the people. The Du Guo people are at peace and their national strength is booming. He has surpassed Wanguo to the north and Luoguo to the south, and lives in the main position in a corner of the southwest of the continent.

At dawn this day, it was still at the end of the Chen hour. The king broke away from his beloved concubine's jade arm and got up to wash. Yesterday he wrote hundreds of memorials and was busy until three o'clock in the morning. Then, for the sake of his descendants' blood, he had to cheer up and finish his homework. At this time, he got up, and felt his legs were weak and his eyes were dizzy.

Looking at the face of the obvious bags in the bronze mirror and the dry cheeks, it was not the face of a man who was in his thirties and in his prime. He said that he was not bad at fifty years old, and the king felt a little sad in his heart.

Life is short and I was born in an imperial family. For the sake of my ancestors' foundation, I had to work hard. What was left behind in the blink of an eye in the blink of an eye?

Not even the king...

There are no kings in Moyizhou, and all countries are not allowed to attack without authorization, otherwise they will be condemned by God. This is an iron rule for thousands of years.

This iron rule was established by the Daishan Divine Palace, and it was taught by various sects and Taoist temples throughout the continent. At that time, not many countries took it seriously, and everyone was called kings, united and united, and fought with each other from afar, attacking the enemy from afar, and attacking the sky and the earth, and all wanted to unify the throne of Moyi.

The Daishan Divine Palace did not have the authority to command the entire continent, so it was naturally powerless to stop the war of thousands of countries that had lasted for decades. But this iron law was like an invisible curse, and was fulfilled one by one on the transcendents. The country that raised troops would either have a great demon or a plague of water, drought or locusts. The people who raised troops either turned against their parents or children, or their subjects or even the annihilation of the ancestor gods. In short, whoever crossed the boundary would be in trouble. The countries eventually settled down and dared not to plan for the hegemony of ordinary people.

Such a general trend lasts for thousands of years, and there is no more heroic ruler in the country. As heroic as Du, he is naturally extremely depressed.

Recently, demon nightmare has been surging and disasters have occurred, and scattered flames everywhere have made the king lose some of his energy.

But when you wake up every day and see yourself in the mirror, you can't help but feel sad.

"I sweep my life in this cage of mortal dust, and I don't even have a title. If I had known this, I wouldn't have captured the national seal when I was arrested. It would be great to hold the whisk. Isn't it free and easy to practice Taoism like my brothers and sisters to seek immortality?"

The king was sympathizing with himself, and the sound of the bronze bell came from the outer hall. It was not the bell that went to court, but another bell, as if it had been idle for too long, with too heavy rust, and the sound of the bell was extremely dull.

"Under the Que, it's like the bells of a big temple."

The maid heard the origin of the bell, but was puzzled: "I just had a spring festival a few days ago, why did someone ring the bell again? I'm afraid that some ignorant wild boy ring the wrong bell."

If you cannot be called king, you cannot be called "Your Highness". The ancestral halls of the ancestors cannot be called "Taimiao", but can only be called "Da Temple". This is the system of etiquette, which is the morality of the world.

The king pushed the maid away, hurriedly heading straight to the temple. Behind him, a group of maids holding their crowns and clothes, dared not shout, and chased after them with small steps.

In the temple, the officials of the great tribute who had white hair and beards paid tribute, ignoring the king's feet and wearing slippers and wearing underwear.

The old ritual official said with tears in his eyes and said tremblingly: "Lord, the gods of the ancestors have sent the orders! Yes..."

Before he finished speaking, the king snatched the alchemy book of the gods in his hand. This was the news from the gods of the ancestors. Only the power of the gods can be written, and there is no possibility of forgery.

After a quick sweep, the king's cheeks suddenly turned flushed and his throat chuckled, as if a mouthful of phlegm was stuck.

"Fight for the Dragon Order..."

The king's hand trembled, and a faint red dust radiated from the alchemy books.

"It's a dragon order, hahaha...it's a dragon order--!"

The king laughed to the sky, almost crazy: "The heart of heaven has been silent for thousands of years, and by my generation, there has finally changed. Isn't this my opportunity?"

After a long time, several ministers entered the hall, and laughter was still echoing in the hall.

"The old minister speculated that he was afraid that the demon nightmare would be a great harm and that the heaven and earth would be in trouble. In order to make up for the heaven and earth, he could only gather the dragon energy of this continent, and the dragon energy and the hegemony of ordinary people were one and could not be separated. The Daishan Divine Palace had no choice but to obey the heart of the heaven and issue the order to compete for the dragon."

The Dazhu explained the reason for the Dragon Order, and made the monarch and minister nod at the same time.

"There is a natural danger like Qianliba Mountain to the east of our country. Although Fan and Huan Kingdom are strong, they can only sigh!"

The old general was full of heroic spirit: "The Wan Kingdom is in the north and the Luo Kingdom is in the south. It is not worth fearing. Two navy troops and carry 300,000 troops can be put into their pockets. Don't wait until the two countries are prepared, and it will be too late to take action!"

"After the two countries are under the jurisdiction of ancient Shuzhou, we have already divided into one of the 30 states of Moyi. Not only has the status of becoming king, but also has a dragon energy in one state, and can conquer the world!"

The old prime minister shook his head and said, "There are great powers in the north of Wan and the southeast of Luo, and their national strength is not weaker than us. If we take the two countries first, we must face strong enemies from the north and the south at the same time, which is very unwise."

"The old minister thinks that if you fight for the Dragon Order, all countries will have abnormal movements. It is better to calm down and secretly cultivate armor and soldiers, store grain and build machinery, and wait for an opportunity to move. You should not take the lead first, and that will be the target of public criticism."

The king of the country calmed down at this time and nodded, "What the prime minister said is a mature view, and we should follow this policy. However, we must also be wary of the surrounding countries taking risks and we must strengthen the border defense immediately."

He frowned again and said, "Fighting for the Dragon Order is not just a matter of ordinary people. Gods and even Taoist sects in this continent will join in it. This matter..."

The great blessing bowed: "Reorganized the incense in the middle-level temples and contacted the monks of the sects. This is the duty of the old minister."

The king of the country was still worried and said, "I will inform the county magistrates and work with the temple to start this matter. Do not let other cultivators destroy my gods and seduce my sects. The gods of Du should serve Du, and the monks of Du should fight for Du!"

The Du Kingdom is just one of the hundreds of countries in Moyizhou. In the early morning of that day, the bells that rang out in the Du Kingdom Temple also rang out in the temples of various countries. The reactions of the kings of each country were different, but whether they were brave and diligent in their resolutions, or panic and only felt troublesome, they all understood one thing.

From today on, the mortal world that has been pacified for thousands of years should no longer exist.

In the deserted mountains and fields in the western border of Moyizhou, Zhongyao walked out of the bedroom, yawned, and decided to go to the courtyard to eat and wake up.

Last night, he stayed up all night and read the "Moyi Little Sutra" that the old man gave him. He solved the countless original doubts and had a deeper understanding of the way of practice, but he developed more doubts. The more he learned, the more ignorant he felt. He only felt that this little sutra was profound and profound, and no one could explain it enough to learn it.

I wanted to continue learning, but today there are still many things waiting for him to deploy. I still have to go to Bojiazhuang, so I had to stop for the time being.

As soon as I walked into the courtyard, the breeze behind me moved, and a warm breath came from the representative of the land Zhongzhizheng.

"The God of God has received an order inexplicably."

Zhong Zhizheng bowed and handed over a document, which was condensed by divine power and could not be seen by mortals.

Zhongyao was a little surprised. There was actually someone... it shouldn't be a human being, so I sent a letter to Ziyuan Land?

When I took the document and looked up, I looked up three words: Fighting for the Dragon Order, below... there is no more, it is blank.

There is no text or signature, so there is only one title.

Zhong Zhizheng said: "The little god looks blank."

This is strange, the wordless heavenly book... no, the title party?

The document was taken to Zhongyao, and it was taken over by the complete Ziyuan land, scattered into smoke and dust, which gradually spread like Zhongyao's doubts.

After Zhong Zhizheng returned to his position, Zhong Yao roared in the courtyard, and the soil fled more than ten miles away, appeared on the top of Jilin Mountain, and happened to stand beside the big pit in the bamboo forest.

Two figures of a man and a woman walked out of the big stone in the pit, bowed and called him the god, and handed over a document.

The title is also "Strike the Dragon Order", but it is still blank.

The document dissipated in his hands again, and Zhongyao frowned.

Although I still can't figure out what's going on, this title has revealed too much information.
Chapter completed!