Historical records as evidence, mountains and rivers bear witness

He aimed his flame at Cao Meng.

The King of the Wei Kingdom, a respected figure?

In Ye Ning's eyes, he was just a tool.

As long as he was willing to kill Ye Ning, then he was Ye Ning's good friend!

Cao Meng drew his sword in front of the emperor, clearly a reckless person. A person with such boldness would surely kill you if you angered him, right?

Ye Ning had a strong desire for Cao Meng.

He held the seal jade in his chest and stood in front of the emperror, speaking boldly.

"If you want to kill the emperor, you must first step over my dead body."

His words were filled with disdain, clearly that of a weak scholar, yet he exuded such an imposing manner!

"We, officials should act like this!"

The court's civil and military officials felt even more inferior as they listened.

In the blink of an eye, many people shed tears, regretting that they could not find a fault to hide behind.

Before, everyone was silent, looking at each other, always able to console themselves.

If everyone else was like this, why should I be strong?

But today, all of Ye Ning's words and actions pulled down the veil that covered them.

The court was full of cowardly people, only one low-ranking official upheld the way of the official's morals! What was this?

This was a hero!

The crowd seemed to see the description of a great sage in the holy book (Holy book is the book that record the experiences and knowledge of Great Sages) on Ye Ning's body.

It turns out that in this world, there really are people who are not afraid of anything like this!

"In the end, there is still a loyal official!"

Ji Mingyue continued to stir up emotions.

Ye Ning stood on the steps, his figure slim and graceful, as if a gust of wind could blow his over.

But in Ji Mingyue's eyes, he was as majestic as a great mountain!

Since his ascension, he had been hiding his talents and building up his forces, claiming to be patient, but how could he not hope for a hero to stand up and shelter him from the rain and wind.

Unfortunately, he had never met such a person until today.

But now, his wish had come true.

A warm stream flowed down the dry riverbed in his heart, making him feel a warmth he had never felt before.

His snowy white neck did not even move, and he swallowed his saliva several times due to excitement.

All of this was for the sake of Ye Ning's fate.

In the court, how could a loyal and righteous official be used in the midst of all these Rebellious Officials?

"Rudeness!"

Indeed, Cao Meng was so angry that he was almost mad.

What was his noble status?

Yet he was insulted and berated by a low-grade official like this.

How could he bear it?

"Do you really think that I, the king, dare not kill you?"

He exclaimed.

He held his sword, his killing intent palpable.

One should know that Cao Meng was not some weak scholar, but a general skilled in both civil and military affairs, who had led soldiers to fight against foreign tribes and killed countless people.

In this fit of rage, of course, there was a surge of killing intent.

With just a little bit of cowardice, one would immediately be frightened.

But when the 'killing intent' energy poured into Ye Ning's body, it was like a clay ox entering the sea, with no reaction at all.

He truly wasn't afraid of death!

Cao Meng was shaken!

He had seen many brave warriors in his life, but even the bravest ones still had a bit of fear in their hearts.

But this little officer in front of him, he really wasn't afraid, he didn't feel any fear emanating from him.

On the contrary, there was excitement in his eyes, as if he couldn't wait to die by Cao Meng's sword!

This made Cao Meng, after being surprised, feel a little impressed.

He, as a general of thousands of soldiers, appreciated bravery the most. He was also known for his love of talent.

In the past, there was an enemy general who killed his son, but Cao Meng admired his bravery and forgave him, even accepting him under his command!

There was also an enemy scholar who wrote a criticism of bandits, ridiculing Cao Meng and his family for 18 generations, but he still found the man's literary style outstanding. After defeating him in battle, he even considered him a close friend and spent his days discussing literature with him.

It can be said that Cao Meng was a person who loved talent like his life, with the demeanor of a bandit and also the spirit of a hero.

The more Ye Ning showed no fear, the more it ignited Cao Meng's love of talent.

His murderous intent dissipated by more than half, but he still had a fierce and aggressive demeanor.

"You know, as long as I want to, I can make your fresh blood spill right here and now. After you die, your body won't be intact. I'll take it and feed it to the dogs. No one in this world will dare to worship you!"

Hearing this, Ye Ning burst out laughing.

This was joy.

"Great! Just kill me, and you'll be my great benefactor!"

Ye Ning wished that Cao Meng would immediately draw his sword and end his life with a swift strike.

So he decided to take another strong dose, not yielding, but instead taking a step forward, arrogantly saying,

"I'm not afraid of death."

Cao Meng threatened him fiercely.

"You're not afraid of death, you just seek fame. Do you think your reputation can spread? No, I can guarantee that no one in this world will praise you. Even if you die, it will be useless!"

Whether death is useless or not is not important, as long as he dies.

Ye Ning's request was not high, he simply wanted to die.

However, standing at the pinnacle of morality and speaking to Cao meng like this, he was also somewhat infected.

Anyway, now he is a righteous man full of compassion and humanity, this type of person makes others feel the most involved. To put it bluntly, he is also in the play.

He took a deep breath and said.

"No one needs to know my name."

"My righteousness will survive in this world!"

"Moreover, how can you say that I am nameless? Historical records as evidence, mountains and rivers bear witness!" (a poem said in homage to all the heroes who died without people knowing).

Like a thunderbolt, a voice echoed in the court.

Immediately after that, like a loud bronze bell, the palace echoed outside.

"How can it be said that I am nameless? Historical records as evidence, mountains and rivers bear witness!"

"How can it be said that I am nameless? Historical records as evidence, mountains and rivers bear witness!"

"How can it be said that I am nameless? Historical records as evidence, mountains and rivers bear witness!"

In the imperial capital, countless libraries and schools dedicated to venerating sages emitted a dazzling white light at this moment.

Faintly reminiscent of the great sages of old, the righteous words of each voice followed the resounding tone, circling endlessly around the ears of countless people.

"Who is it? Who can lead the recognition of the great sages?"

Countless scholars were in awe, the literary spirit within them boiling and trembling, both resonating and shedding tears.

Because they could sense a kind of majestic momentum surging in their blood!