Chapter: 5828

Meng Changsheng coldly rebuked, "Now Han people can't even protect their own territory?"

Lin Zhichuan fell to his knees, choked with emotion, and begged, "Old divine being, as a fellow Han person, I humbly request that you drive away the Qing dogs and restore our Han court's land!"

Wu Feiyun also knelt down, bowing her head respectfully, saying, "Please, old divine being, take action!"

Meng Changsheng was startled by their actions and let out a slight chuckle. He said, "I've been secluded here for hundreds of years. What's happening outside doesn't concern me. Whoever is the emperor - Han, Mongolian, or Qing - I don't care."

Lin Zhichuan and Wu Feiyun were immediately filled with despair.

They thought that with Meng Changsheng's divine powers, they could easily slaughter hundreds of Qing soldiers. Even going to Beijing to get the head of the Shunzhi Emperor would be a cakewalk.

However, they had overestimated Meng Changsheng's Han chauvinism.

In reality, Meng Changsheng had already let go of national ideals and ethnic pride by this age.

So, he said calmly: "This place is where I come to purify my mind. You two shouldn't continue to disturb me here. The Qing soldiers I've killed are all gone, and you can leave too."

Lin Zhichuan knelt down, opened his mouth to say: "Old Immortal, if you could drive the Qing dogs out of the mountain pass, rescue the common people, it would be a great deed, beneficial to your cultivation, and this kind of thing is just a matter of lifting a hand for you."

Meng Changsheng sneered: "A great deed? A great deed is like a chastity plaque. Even if I have many more, what difference does it make?"

Lin Zhichuan was taken aback by his words, which were completely foreign to him, and he didn't understand the underlying meaning.

Meng Changsheng saw that he was stunned and said calmly: "You shouldn't think that there's only one person in the world who has such power. Any person who sits on the throne is a synthesis of heaven, earth, and humanity. The Qing Emperor's ability to enter the mountain pass, seize the Han imperial capital, proves his fate, his tribe's dragon vein, and the country's momentum are all beyond that of the Han."

He paused for a moment before continuing: "I advise you not to be like a beetle struggling against an oxen. With your two abilities, you won't have half a chance to defeat a rising nation."

Lin Zhichuan heard these words and immediately looked dejected. He bowed his head, speaking in a firm tone with a hint of sadness: "Even if I, Lin Zhichuan, am powerless to support the Han, I will not give up fighting against the Qing till the end! The Qing dogs have only a hundred thousand people, yet they can occupy half of China's territory. If each Chinese man is apathetic, the Han will never regain their lost territory!"

Meng Changsheng smiled calmly: "Your ideals are just as fleeting as your youthful vigor. If you two can live to my age, who cares about being the emperor between the Tang and the Han?"

Wu Feiyun saw that he was not moved and quickly said: "Old Immortal, the Qing army is now marching southward like a bursting bamboo stalk. They have already reached Huguang and are soon to enter Xiangnan. Once they occupy Xiangnan, China will be completely destroyed. At that time, you will not only lose this place where you cultivate your mind but even find no sanctuary in the entire Central Plains."

Meng Changsheng heard this and his eyebrows furrowed slightly unconsciously.

Wu Feiyun quickly caught on to his change of expression and exclaimed: "Old Immortal, your dignified demeanor, extraordinary aura, and that long hair styled in a majestic coiffure are truly the brushstrokes that bring life to the dragon's painting!"

As she said this, Wu Feiyun's tone changed and she spoke loudly: "Old Immortal, for the Qing to unify the Central Plains, they forced all Han people to shave their heads, leaving only that coarse, uneven hair the length of a small finger. If you don't shave your head, you'll beheaded! When the time comes and you're forced into the world, if you don't want to invite death's calamity, you'll have to give up your long hair. Can you accept this?"

Meng Changsheng's expression suddenly became even more unpleasant.

He had already cultivated here for hundreds of years, with almost no one daring to disturb his hermitage, but today those unremarkable Qing soldiers burst in and started shouting and causing chaos, disturbing his tranquility.

He initially thought it was just an unexpected event, but now that Wu Feiyun said this, he suddenly felt a sense of unease in his heart.

At this moment, Meng Changsheng remained silent for a long time.

Then, a sudden burst of fire lit up the mountain below, and the Qing army began to set fire to the mountain to eradicate the Southern Ming forces and the Rebel Alliance once and for all. JrNovels.com