Conferred Gods: Master Tongtian is my master

North Sea Coast

The pharmacist stood on the shore of the North Sea. The strong sea breeze made his robe rustle.

His gaze penetrated the mist on the sea, as if he could see directly to the distant west, where the wills of the two saints were like a bright light, guiding him in the direction of progress.

A few days ago, Medicine Master came to Beihai on the orders of his master, preparing to persuade Yuan Futong, a lord of Beihai, to rebel against Shang.

After arriving in Beihai, the pharmacist transformed himself into a handsome gentleman and asked around about Yuan Futong's character.

After inquiring from many sources, I learned about Yuan Futong's basic situation.

I know he is a courageous and ambitious man. However, it is not easy to convince such a man.

However, this did not pose a problem for the Western disciples, and they set out on the road to Yuan Futong's residence.

When the pharmacist stood in front of Yuan Futong, he saw the confusion and vigilance in Yuan Futong's eyes, but he did not back down.

Yuan Futong sat upright on the main seat, examining the uninvited guest with sharp eyes.

His eyes were full of confusion and vigilance, as if he had already anticipated that the pharmacist's intention was not simple.

The pharmacist took a deep breath, walked forward, and performed a standard courtesy. He smiled and said:

"I see that Lord Yuan is a heroic man with great ambitions. How could he be willing to live in this barren land on the shore of the North Sea and spend his life in obscurity?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Futong raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He slowly put down the teacup in his hand and said in a deep voice:

"What do you mean, sir?"

The pharmacist smiled gently and said:

"Today, the world is divided among various states, and the Shang Dynasty is already declining. Since Lord Yuan is so talented, why doesn't he work for the benefit of the people of the North Sea and realize his ambitions?"

After hearing this, Yuan Futong's eyes flashed with a gleam. He knew very well that he had extraordinary talents.

But he has always been restricted by the geographical location of Beihai and the oppression of the Shang Dynasty, and has been unable to exert his strength. He nodded slightly and asked:

"What's your plan, sir? I have the intention, but I feel I am outnumbered and powerless."

"Your Majesty Yuan is wrong. The general trend of the world is that long-term division will eventually lead to unification, and long-term unification will eventually lead to division. Now that the Shang Dynasty is unjust, the world has suffered for a long time. It is time for heroes to make great plans."

The pharmacist said calmly:

"If Lord Yuan is willing to raise his arms and unite the various princes in the North Sea to resist together, he will surely be able to accomplish great things."

After hearing this, Yuan Futong frowned. He knew that the princes had their own agenda and it was difficult for them to work together. He asked doubtfully:

"What you said is good, but the princes are constantly fighting each other. How can we get them to put aside their prejudices and jointly resist the Shang Dynasty?"

The pharmacist smiled slightly and said calmly:

"Although there are disputes among the princes, they all suffer from the oppression of the Shang Dynasty. As long as someone can stand up and hold high the banner of resistance against the tyranny of the Shang Dynasty, there will surely be a hundred responses. If Yuan Hou is willing to take on this task, heroes from all over the world will surely gather to respond."

After hearing this, Yuan Futong was silent for a moment, and a surge of lofty sentiments and ambitions surged in his heart.

He knew that he was shouldering the expectations and trust of the people of Beihai, and he could not let them down. He nodded firmly and said:

"Your words are like the sun shining through the clouds. Although I am not talented, I am willing to do my part for the people of the world. I wonder what you think?"

Seeing that Yuan Futong was interested, the pharmacist was overjoyed and quickly told him his plan.

The pharmacist was delighted to see that Yuan Futong was already interested. He quickly told him his plan.

From the analysis of the general situation in the world to the formulation of specific strategies, from the deployment of troops to the preparation of food and fodder supplies, everything is detailed and thoughtful.

Yuan Futong listened with great interest and nodded in agreement from time to time.

Finally, under the lobbying of the pharmacist, Yuan Futong finally made up his mind to unite the surrounding princes and rise up together to resist the tyrannical merchants.

A magnificent resistance movement is about to begin on the shores of the North Sea.

……

February of the seventh year of King Zhou

Chaoge City

A figure galloped down the street, holding a document in his hand, and shouted loudly:

"Urgent report, get out of the way!!!"

Upon hearing this, the people on both sides of the street hurriedly moved to the sides to make room for the cavalry.

The sun shone obliquely on the dusty road. People stopped and followed the knights galloping in the distance.

The knight was wearing heavy armor and riding a horse that was sweating and neighing. He streaked across the sky like lightning, raising a cloud of dust.

As the knights went away, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and the people on the roadside dared to gather together and discuss this sudden change in low voices.

"Alas! It seems that something big is going to happen at the border again. With war raging, the common people will suffer!"

An old man stroked his beard, wisdom gleaming in his eyes.

"Really? Why is it a border issue?"

A young man next to him asked doubtfully, his face full of curiosity and worry.

"Could it be that the border is in danger and another war has broken out?"

"Perhaps an important official has been framed, and the court needs to deal with it urgently."

"It could also be that His Majesty the Emperor is not feeling well and needs to summon famous doctors from all over the world."

The people had endless speculations, but no one could give a definite answer.

At this time, someone in the crowd sighed softly and said:

"No matter what it is, it is not something we ordinary people can decide. I hope it won't bring us disaster!"

These words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

Everyone fell silent, feeling an inexplicable worry in their hearts.

They knew that no matter what truth was hidden behind this document, it would bring greater turmoil to this already unstable world.

……

Longde Hall

Today, sunlight shines through the carved window lattices onto the magnificent dragon throne, but the atmosphere in the hall is unusually heavy.

King Zhou sat on the dragon throne, his brows furrowed and his eyes sharp. He was wearing a dragon robe and a crown, looking majestic and cold.

Suddenly, a guard rushed into the hall, holding high a letter of urgent news from the border, his face full of anxiety.

"Your Majesty, urgent news from the border!"

The guard knelt before the prince and presented the urgent report with both hands.

King Zhou took the urgent message, quickly opened it and read the contents.

His face instantly turned livid, and he was so angry that he slammed the armrest of the dragon throne and shouted:

"Yuan Futong and 72 other lords from Beihai are rebelling! How audacious!"

Everyone in the hall was frightened by the sudden roar and trembled all over. They lowered their heads and dared not breathe.

King Zhou stood up angrily, walked to the map, pointed in the direction of the North Sea, and said sternly:

"How dare Yuan Futong, this traitor, rebel! Does he think my sword is vegetarian?"

"Your Majesty, calm down!"

An old minister stepped forward and said:

"Although Yuan Futong rebelled, he is located in a remote area after all, so it is difficult for him to pose a fatal threat to our dynasty. Moreover, our dynasty has a strong military force. We only need to send a general to fight him and we will surely be able to wipe him out."

After hearing what the old minister said, King Zhou calmed down his anger a little, but his face was still gloomy, and he said in a deep voice:

"Who will go to conquer Yuan Futong?"

Wen Zhong stepped forward, picked up the urgent border report, took a look, walked to the center of the hall, bowed, and said respectfully:

"Your Majesty, I am willing to go to the North Sea to quell the rebellion!"

When King Zhou heard this, a trace of approval flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice:

"Grand Master, you are indeed the backbone of the Shang Dynasty. I know your ability very well. This time when I go to the North Sea to quell the rebellion, I will entrust you with all my power!"

Wen Zhong bowed again, his voice firm:

"I will live up to your trust and will capture Yuan Futong and his rebels in one fell swoop to ensure the stability of the court and the peace of the border of the Shang Dynasty!"

"Good! Good!"

King Zhou nodded heavily, his voice revealing firmness and determination, and said:

"Tomorrow I will personally lead all the civil and military officials to see the Grand Tutor off! I wish the Grand Tutor will have a successful start and return triumphantly soon!"

After hearing this, Wen Zhong was filled with gratitude and excitement. He bowed again, speaking in a loud and firm voice:

"Thank you, Your Majesty! I will do my best to live up to Your Majesty's trust and put down the rebellion in the North Sea as soon as possible to repay Your Majesty's kindness!"

King Zhou nodded, his eyes full of trust and expectation for Wen Zhong.

The next day, King Zhou personally led all the officials to see Wen Zhong off.

The entire palace was immersed in a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

Wen Zhong, wearing armor, holding two whips, riding on a black unicorn, led the army and embarked on a journey to the North Sea.

In the farewell procession, all the officials expressed their respect and blessings to Wen Zhong.

They knew that Wen Zhong went there not only to quell the rebellion, but also to safeguard the Shang Dynasty.

Therefore, they all hoped that Wen Zhong would be able to achieve victory and return triumphantly as soon as possible.