"Zhuangzi is dead? What is the use of the token he gave? What is the use of?" King Han looked angry.

Not far away, the princes of South Korea, when they saw the token given by the farm, no longer had their former enthusiasm.

Everyone in the world is mourning for Zhuangzi!

Zhuangzi was a great saint. Even though he did not have too precious burial objects according to his last wish, the funeral was also extremely grand.

All the disciples came back to participate in the funeral. Many nobles and scholars in the world came to mourn Zhuangzi just to see Zhuangzi for the last time.

Perhaps, someone has come to determine Zhuangzi's body.

Blood rain fell from the sky and butterflies flew, and it only took three days.

But it took a whole year for the world to return to normal life from the sorrow of Zhuangzi's death.

All branches of the Xiaoyao Academy in the world were withdrawn, and the disciples of the Xiaoyao Academy were scattered all over the world. Only a very small number of disciples came to Nanhua Mountain to live in seclusion here, studying Zhuangzi's theory and editing books and placing books for Zhuangzi.

The Zhuang clan members did not take a step forward from Nanhua Mountain.

Deng Lingzi also left Nanhua Mountain after mourning, and no one knew where she was going.

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Three years later, the mansion of the Longyangjun of Wei State was on the palace.

Lord Long Yang sat behind the desk and stood a subordinate in front of him.

"Lord, the king has issued a new government order, please check it out!" The subordinate respectfully handed over a royal order.

But it was the will of King Wei, but unfortunately it had not been conveyed yet, but it was in the hands of Lord Long Yang.

When Long Yangjun opened his eyes, his pupils suddenly shrank: "Who urged the king to give this order?"

"Is it the new Grand Sikong?" the subordinate said respectfully.

"The new Da Sikong? Humph, it seems that this person has a problem. Within three days, I will see him die unexpectedly!" Long Yangjun said coldly.

"Yes!" the subordinate responded.

"What should I do with this decree? It has been stamped with the king's seal!" The subordinate said worried again.

Long Yangjun narrowed his eyes and said, "Political order? What kind of government order?"

"Bang!"

The king's order in the palm of his palm suddenly turned into ashes.

"Huh?" the subordinate said in surprise.

"Okay, this is not what you need to care about. I will go and persuade him well if you are the king!" Long Yang Jun said calmly.

Lord Longyang is now in Wei State and has great power. Even if the King of Wei is decreed, he will destroy it as soon as possible.

"Yes!" The subordinate nodded blankly.

"Why haven't you left yet? There's something else?" Long Yangjun said in a deep voice.

"No, no, just…!"

"What are you doing to hesitate? Say something if you have something!"

"Yes, yes, it's the young master who said he wanted to see his lord, so he asked me to tell me something, I..." the subordinate smiled bitterly.

Long Yang Jun doesn’t even take King Wei seriously. Will Long Yang Jun care about the son of King Wei, Wei Jiao? He is really talking too much, so he shouldn’t mention it.

When Long Yangjun heard the young master's false call, he suddenly looked solemn. He immediately stood up and tidied up his appearance.

"Where is the lie?" Long Yangjun said anxiously.

"Ah?" the man said in a daze.

"Young Master is fake..."

"Lead the way, hurry up!" Long Yangjun said immediately.

"Uh? Yes!" The man looked confused.

When he was taken to a garden, Long Yang Jun sent the subordinate, immediately sorted out his appearance again, then stepped into the garden and walked to the pond of the garden.

At this moment, a three or four-year-old boy was sprinkling fish food into the pond.
Chapter completed!