In ancient times, no one has conquered the world as easily as Yang Jian. From the time when Yang Jian assisted the government to the time he usurped the throne and established the Sui Dynasty, it only took ten months. The speed of success has never been seen in ancient and modern times.

Hou Xibai naturally had a deep understanding of this, with wise eyes and a calm expression, he said softly.

"Yang Jian conquered the world so easily. He had both luck and general trend!"

"Every time comes, heaven and earth are all working together, and the heroes are not free. There is no need to say more about this!"

"The biggest reason why Yang Jian won the world was that the general trend was the revival of Han Dynasty!"

Song Que touched his palms in admiration, his eyes showing admiration. He was amazed by Hou Xibai's wisdom and knowledge. He had thought about this for more than ten years before he understood this.

"Well said! Well said!"

Song Que showed a thoughtful expression, his eyes showed deep emotions, and he focused on the locust tree in the courtyard, and said leisurely.

"The reason why the Northern Wei Dynasty was able to unify the north was because the Xianbei barbarians were brave and good at fighting. The Han people were no match for them. But since the barbarians invaded our country, the land of Han people's ambitions, under the threat of life and death, knew that it would be difficult for them to strengthen themselves unless they strengthened themselves.

Bao, turned to advocating martial arts,

This eradicated the decline of respecting Confucianism and literature since Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. By the end of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, the generals in the army were mainly Han people. Yang Jian was a general who had held military power for generations. It can be seen that the reason why Yang Jian ascended to the throne was the general trend and the revival of Han power.

The inevitable result.”

Hou Xibai nodded in agreement. This is why he insists on Han orthodoxy, and why Song Que agrees to restore the Hundred Schools of thought and no longer only respect Confucianism.

In the future, no matter who takes over the world, they will all call themselves Hantong. This is true for the Li clan, and the same is true for the Song clan. Now the Central Plains is no longer decided by the barbarians, and those dark days are gone forever.

After Song Que finished speaking, he stared at Hou Xibai with burning eyes. A trace of thought flashed in his eyes, and an idea appeared in his heart. He was excited and said tentatively.

"I have a daughter who is famous and young. I wonder, Xibai, if you are willing to be my son-in-law?"

That's right, Song Que fell in love with Hou Xibai, thinking that he was top-notch in martial arts, knowledgeable and wise, and wanted to marry his daughter to him.

"If Xibai is willing, I, the Song clan, will fully support you in your fight for the world!"

Song Que wanted to use the entire Song clan as a dowry and give it to Hou Xibai to help him become the master of the world. This was such a grand gesture that no one in the world should be able to refuse such a temptation.

Hou Xibai didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He looked at Song Que who looked serious, with a bit of embarrassment in his eyes. He and Song Yuhua had already accomplished good things and hooked up together. How could he accept Song Yuzhi again? He shook his head and refused.

"Thank you Lord Song for your consideration, but I can't agree to this matter!"

Song Que frowned, faintly angry, his gloomy face was particularly terrifying, and he whispered.

"What, is it that my Song Que's daughter is not worthy of you?"

Song Que is undoubtedly proud. As his daughter, Song Yuzhi is beautiful, intelligent and has a prominent family background, which is worthy of any man in the world. Hou Xibai actually refused, which was a slap in his face.

"Or in your heart, you look down on me, the Song clan, and think that I, the Song clan, have reached a higher level!"

Song Que's words were extremely rude and his voice was cold, making people fall into the cold winter.

Hou Xibai waved his hands quickly with a bitter smile on his face. He didn't know how to explain this and was scratching his head.

"No, absolutely not!"

"Master Song has misunderstood. How could I look down on Song? It's me who is too high-spirited!"

Although Hou Xibai's words were polite, they were true. Since the implementation of the Nine-Rank Zhongzheng System, there are no poor families in the upper ranks and no noble families in the lower ranks.

Marriage is about being from the same family. The Song clan is one of the four great clans, with a high family name and a high-class family. However, Hou Xibai was born in a poor family, his parents died young, and he joined the infamous magic sect. In terms of status, he married the Song clan.

, it is indeed a high climb.

"Then why did you refuse!"

When Song Que saw Hou Xibai's reaction, his anger subsided slightly, but his brows still furrowed and he asked with some confusion.

Hearing this, Hou Xibai hesitated, which was extremely rare for the wise and courageous Hou Xibai. After a moment, Hou Xibai gritted his teeth, broke the jar, and said very boldly.

"The reason is very simple. I have no interest in fighting for world hegemony. Furthermore, Yuhua and I are in love with each other and have been together for a long time, so we cannot agree to this matter!"

Shi Po was shocked. These words were like a bolt from the blue, shaking Song Que's mind. Even Song Zhi, who was standing outside the door, took a breath and was horrified.

"Whoosh!"

A cold light shone in the void. Song Que held the knife in his hand and struck Hou Xibai head-on. The sword energy was condensed and sharp. Before the thick-backed knife fell, the sword energy split the hard stone table carved from basalt into two.

It can be seen that Song Que has no hold on anything and will definitely kill this frivolous and frivolous scum of the Demon Sect.

When Hou Xibai said this, he secretly raised his guard. Seeing that Song Que was really angry, he slashed at Song Que with a sword. His figure was like a ghost, with afterimages densely covering the small courtyard, and he escaped from the sword.

The sword energy fell to the ground, and the bluestone slabs were chopped into pieces by the overbearing sword energy. The gravel flew and dust rose, making it hazy and obstructing the line of sight.

Song Que's face was furious, his face was ashen, he retracted the thick-backed knife in his hand, his eyes were full of evil aura, his eyes were cold, and he said in a cold voice with murderous intent.

"You dare to ruin Yuhua's reputation, I will kill you today, a frivolous and frivolous scum of the Demon Sect!"
Chapter completed!