"I've been thinking about it for a long time." Yin Wutian snorted, and his expression became more and more bleak: "This matter... I want to do it!"
"Shut up!" Jing Menghun sternly said: "You don't want to die! Do you know who Cheng Yunhe is? Kill him? How can you say it!"
"My brother's leg has nothing to do with the old thief Cheng Yunhe!" Yin Wutian gritted his teeth fiercely.
"You're crazy! That Mr. Ye is clearly a spy!" Jing Menghun said angrily, "Do you believe what he said?"
"Ye Gongzi is naturally not a good person; but it does not mean that his knowledge is also false." Yin Wutian snorted and said: "Brother's injury, we have studied it many times, and finally agreed that it is a kind of injury. The peculiar kung fu directly damages the meridians. Moreover, it is sharp."
"But Mr. Ye could tell at a glance that this is invisible sword energy!" Yin Wutian said, "This is absolutely true!"
"Even if it's true, what does that have to do with Cheng Yunhe? He's just a frail scholar!" Jing Menghun really panicked. If Yin Wutian can't get rid of his current thoughts, if he really kills Cheng Yunhe...
That's the end of it!
With Wu Qingrou's regard for Cheng Yunhe, how could he allow Yin Wutian to kill Cheng Yunhe
"Only he has a chance!" Yin Wutian said indifferently: "Even if he didn't do it, he must have known about it." His eyes showed the light of hatred: "My brother's leg, could it be that his leg was disabled for nothing!"
"Fourth!" Jing Menghun sternly drank, and then said in a low voice, "Keep this matter in your heart..."
As soon as this sentence was said, Yin Wutian immediately knew that Jing Menghun probably also had doubts in his heart.
"It's rotten in my heart..." Yin Wutian sneered, with a cold light in his eyes, and said in an inaudible way: "But... that's my brother... my brother... we are connected by blood..."
Jing Menghun was speechless for a moment. Staring blankly at Yin Wutian, the two stared blankly at each other, but stopped talking. There was a dead silence in the tent.
…
Wu Wuqingrou returned to Xiangfu, wrote a letter in the first time, then clapped his hands, twisted and squirmed from the wall behind him, as if there was a living thing...
After a long while, a strange shadow separated from it, but it was a bird-like shadow, extremely illusory.
Wu Wuqingrou rolled up the letter, rubbed her hands together, and it turned into a small ball, and stuffed it into the illusory bird's mouth.
The illusory bird immediately started to back up, and when it touched the wall, there was a wave of distorted ripples in the space, and then it slowly recovered.
In an instant, the strange bird disappeared.
Fifth Qingrou sat quietly on the chair, sharp eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking; after a long time, he clapped his hands and said, "Zhao Han Buchu, Cheng Yunhe, and the generals of the Eighth War Zone, and The military department, the household department, the official department, etc., all personnel must rush to my place before tomorrow afternoon!"
In the fifth soft voice, there is a decisive meaning that decides everything! The forest is cold!
"Yes." A voice outside the study agreed.
Fifth gently rubbed his temples, paced slowly; after a long time, he stood still in front of the window, and said to himself: "Then let's destroy the world first!"
Then he turned around, flicked his finger, and with a swipe sound on the opposite wall, a big map fell down!
This map is three feet wide from top to bottom, but nearly ten feet long from left to right!
The terrain above is distinct and detailed.
In the middle, there are two words marked in red by Fifth Qingrou: Tie Yun!
This is actually a map of Tie Yun's whole country.
"Conspiracies and tricks are just trails; even if they are useful, they are of little use. The real decisive power lies on the battlefield!" Wu Wu softly murmured: "If there is a nine-way attack..."
His eyes fell on the border between Tie Yun and Da Zhao, where the two sides have been fighting for hundreds of years! That area!
On the map, it is only the thickness of a finger, and the horizontal surface is no more than an arm long; but here, the lives of tens of millions of outstanding soldiers have been buried for hundreds of years!
You fight over the two countries, I fight over, fight endlessly!
Here, is a battlefield. Including dozens of mountains, hundreds of cities, canyons, large battlefields! And it is also a vast territory with a long span. The fight here was so loud that even the adjacent mountains could not hear it.
As for places farther away, of course, it is even more inaudible.
The wars over the years have always been the same method of warfare: deploy suspicious soldiers on one side, then attack from the other side, and then the opponent will fight, the troops are stalemate, and everyone sends troops to each other for reinforcements...
This area is not small, and it is far beyond the scope of ordinary battlefields. If it is a large-scale battle, there can be more than a dozen large battlefields that can accommodate millions of people. But, to put it bluntly, almost all the famous generals of the past have already put the terrain here into their minds!
Some are detailed, and even the uniqueness of each mountain is clearly remembered.
But even so, people are still ambushing, people are dying, and people are being killed...
Here, the two countries of Tie Yun and Da Zhao became: the land of fighting spirits!
The place where tens of millions of soldiers are buried is not called a battle spirit, and there is really no other special title to name it.
"King of Hell of Chu, conspiracy and scheming are just trails. Only by fighting for supremacy on the battlefield can you see true kung fu!" Looking at this place with soft and deep eyes, Fifth Fifth murmured: "King of Hell of Chu, Tie Butian, Tielong City! Here, decide who belongs to the world!"
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Chu Yang has now completed the evolution of his fifth rank Sword Master! He still maintained his original posture, lying in the grass, looking at the starry sky.
It was almost daylight now. If you go into the water by yourself, I'm afraid it will be the morning when the sky is blue and the sky is bright when there is movement.
That would be too much movement.
So he wants to save this time until night. Then you need to go into the water in the afternoon, and wait until you find it, which is basically close to night. It will take a while to reflect from such a deep underwater to the surface of the water...
Just in the evening!
I have a whole day of free time.
Chu Yang was thinking subconsciously, Master and Tan Tan, how are they doing in Zhongzhong for three days now? Will Qing Wu be very happy to receive those gifts from herself? Will you laugh
What are my brothers doing now after they go back? Has Gu Duxing already given that thing to Gu Miaoling? Would it be troublesome if I killed two people for him
Ji Mo and Luo Kedi should already be in the Canglan theater... Will there be any danger
After much deliberation, a clear figure suddenly appeared in my mind: Wu Qianqian! A pair of resentful eyes were looking at him. Chu Yang was startled; he shook his head hastily; but there was another person staring at him: Tie Butian!
His Majesty the Emperor of Iron Cloud was looking at him with soft eyes, but with deep expectations.
Then Fifth Qingrou's face appeared.
Chu Yang closed his eyes and smiled helplessly. Since I was reborn, the things I have gone through are really colorful. For such a long time, it can almost be said that he has never stopped being busy even for half a day!
In addition to official business, it is a private matter, and then spend a lot of time practicing kung fu every day, and let your body reach and break through a few limits every day...
Time passed by, and in the morning, Chu Yang sat down with Jing Menghun and Yin Wutian, and had a very harmonious breakfast, and everyone talked and laughed happily.
However, Jing Menghun and Yin Wutian looked sluggish, obviously they didn't sleep well these days. Not as full of energy as Chu Yuzuo.
At noon, Yin Wutian found a few fishermen and asked them to go into the water to step on lotus roots, and they got a lot of them. But not even more than seven verses.
Chu Yang sighed while watching.
After dinner and some wine in the afternoon, Jing Menghun was notified and hurried back to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Yin Wutian was so drunk and dizzy that he found someone again, and continued to work in another place, but still found nothing.
Chu Yuzuo shook his head and sighed again.
Although he didn't say a word, Yin Wutian couldn't help but smoke from the back of his head when he looked at him. What's more, the four Yin thrones are supposed to be unlucky these past few days, and looking at this "Master Jun Qingyang Throne" who is braving disgusting expectations every day, I feel so upset that my stomach will burst...
"Great Zhao... Great Zhao... the so-called Great Zhao who claims to be the richest in the world is nothing more than that!" Jun Qingyang began to speak strangely on the throne again; Yin Wutian almost covered his face and walked away.
"And this is Zhongzhou, who is a wealthy Zhao..." Jun Qingyang's voice was already weird, but now it was deliberately so yin and yang, which made people feel extremely creepy.
"It's known as an outstanding person..." Jun Qingyang continued: "...I can't even find a piece of lotus root..."
Yin Wutian's face was as black as a block of iron, and he stood numbly.
"It seems that this large lotus lake can only raise fish..." Jun Qingyang sighed in a melodious tone.
"It's not that our big Zhao didn't have one, it's really... this stepping on lotus root is a technical job." Yin Wutian held back his anger, and said sullenly: "We who know martial arts won't pay attention..."
"Tsk... Do I have to let this throne go down in person?" Jun Qingyang squinted.
If it wasn't for Fifth Prime Minister's confession, I would have kicked this bastard into the lake with one kick! There were sparks in Yin Wutian's eyes, and he said coldly: "If the emperor has such a passion, I dare not stop it."
"Hey... It seems that I have to go into the water myself." Jun Qingyang stretched his legs, stretched his waist, and began to take off his clothes.
"Go down, go down, go down and drown you, suffocate you, entangle you with water plants, die below and rot inside!" Yin Wutian prayed viciously in his heart, but said with concern on his mouth: "Brother Jun, Do you really want to go down?"
"Brother Jun? Ha..." Jun Qingyang posed strangely with his shirtless arms, revealing a striking scar from his chest to his stomach, winding around his body like a giant centipede, and said with a strange smile: "Yin Si Throne, the word 'Brother Jun' is not something you can call. Although my status is low, but you, hey, have you heard of bamboo?"
Yin Wutian almost couldn't catch his breath and passed out.