Mr. Zhou's face was full of disbelief. His full-strength attack was easily blocked by someone, and listening to the opponent's voice, his breath was so smooth that it seemed like he just made a casual move.
He has never felt this way in most of his life!
From a few feet away, Tang Hao could see Mr. Zhou's expression completely, and he admired Chen Ping in his heart.
This kid is really thoughtful. He guessed that these caravans from other states might not be that simple, so he invited Nangong Ming to help him.
However, there are masters around Chen Ping one after another, one is Luo Li and the other is Nangong Ming. What is strange is that he has never heard of the names of these two people, but they are all extraordinary in martial arts.
Tang Hao suppressed his doubts for the time being and asked Nangong Ming if he needed help. The answer he received was only two words.
"No need."
If someone else spoke in this tone, Tang Hao might not be convinced, but Nangong Ming was an exception, because right after he saw how Nangong Ming defeated his opponent.
Although Mr. Zhou was shocked that the man who suddenly appeared could easily block his attack, he saw that the man was still chatting with others while stopping him. He obviously didn't take him seriously, and he became very angry. "Huh, that's not a bad tone!"
After saying that, he drew out the soft sword from his waist in an instant, and his wrist shook rapidly. Countless sword flowers were danced out of the soft sword. Among the clusters of sword flowers, the sharp tip of the sword was hidden like a poisonous snake, piercing Nangong Ming's heart.
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Nangong Ming glanced over, with no fluctuation in his indifferent eyes. He raised his hand and pulled out the long knife, and chopped it down with a very simple and unpretentious move. The sharp wind of the knife spread out the aura for a full ten feet.
The sword fell with great force and force, and Mr. Zhou's expression changed drastically. His combination of soft sword and horizontal kung fu was a combination of hardness and softness.
It's just that Mr. Zhou had a premonition that if he took a soft sword and put it in his pocket, the soft sword would be shattered, and he would be affected. The tiger's mouth would be shattered, and he might even suffer internal injuries.
Thinking of this, Old Viper Zhou returned to the cave, sheathed the soft sword, and immediately took three steps back. Just as he was about to take a breather, he found that the man's attack was following closely behind him!
How could Nangong Ming give him a chance to breathe? A knife is not as good as a sword. It has to pay attention to the rules of format and is constrained when using it. A knife is a knife, as fierce as the wind and as hot as fire!
The wind takes advantage of the fire, and the fire takes advantage of the power of the wind. The key is to be fast and violent.
Nangong Ming didn't have as many bells and whistles as his opponent. He held a long knife in front of him, slashing downwards, picking up, slashing left, and sweeping right. These were moves that even a rough villager could perform. However, these moves were as simple as they were simple in Nangong Ming's hands.
Having life can generally change at will, making it irresistible.
Mr. Zhou was shocked. He couldn't help but retreat while being forced to parry. The soldiers around him didn't stop him after receiving the order. They also wanted to see how powerful Nangong Ming's martial arts was.
"Hoo, hoo! Shoot your arrows quickly to save me!"
Nangong Ming glanced at the car formation not far away opposite, and his offensive became more fierce. As for the few soft arrows that were shot, he dodged them with a little effort.
Fifty steps away from the car formation, Nangong Ming stopped, stabbed half an inch into his opponent's chest with a long knife, and asked him a question.
"Say your name."
Mr. Zhou, whose clothes were already in tatters, looked at Nangong Ming in horror and stumbled back: "Zhou, Zhou Haoran..."
When he was about to say something else, Nangong Ming pushed the hilt of his sword, and this master with a high reputation in the organization fell to the ground with a cry.
Nangong Ming calmly withdrew the knife and murmured alone: "One hundred and eighty, Zhou Haoran."
Both sides of the war were extremely quiet at the moment, focusing on Nangong Ming on the field. Until he walked back to the army, hundreds of officers and soldiers under Tang Hao's command suddenly let out an excited roar.
Seeing this, Tang Hao seized this point where his own morale was greatly boosted and the opponent's morale was low, and ordered a strong attack on the car formation!
The battle lasted for two or three hours. After Tang Hao took the lead and once again broke through the car formation and entered it, the thieves finally collapsed and fled towards the mountains and forests on both sides.
Tang Hao did not order anyone to pursue him. After waiting for a while, he heard bursts of killing cries from the mountains on both sides. A few quarters of an hour later, Zhao Jin brought more than thirty well-trained Jiulong Hall men to join Tang Hao. p>
"Master Tang commands like a god!"
"Haha, I'm sorry, but this is not the only caravan entering Lingzhou. It would be bad if all of them had experts guarding the formation."
Zhao Jin nodded. Tang Hao's words were true, but the organization suffered a lot when it was founded in Qingzhou. It is unlikely that such experts will be transferred to Lingzhou now.
Even if this is the case, the purpose of their trip has been achieved.
"This matter will be discussed later. Your Excellency, let's come and see what kind of goods these people are transporting. Isn't that why we are here?"
Tang Hao nodded in relief and followed quickly, but when he saw the goods transported by this caravan, even the well-informed Tang Hao took a breath.
Everyone present said nothing, even Nangong Ming frowned and looked ugly.
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Lingzhou Congxing Mansion, in the house of the prefect's Yamen.
Chen Ping looked through the local state, government and county annals of Lingzhou. Piles of books surrounded him, and there were many literate subordinates beside him to help.
"Mr. Chen, the villain has found it!"
Chen Ping quickly took the scroll and looked where the clerk pointed.
"In the second year of Tianqi, there was a severe drought in Lingzhou and the vegetation withered. More than ten chieftains of Lingzhou sent people to ask the government for relief. After being rejected, they became angry and raised troops. They sent local soldiers to plunder the eight counties in the southwest of Lingzhou."
"In the sixth year of Tianqi's reign, the Dali Kingdom plotted the land southwest of Lingzhou and bribed the chieftains to surrender. Seven local chieftains led a crowd to besiege the county and offered land to Dali. When they failed, they stopped their troops and the imperial court issued an edict to appease them, so they surrendered to the imperial court again."
"In the eleventh year of the Apocalypse, there was a rebellion in Daozhou. The imperial court assigned Lingzhou magistrate's army to quell the rebellion. Halfway through, the local soldiers made a fuss about pay. The prefect could not stop them. The local soldiers looted the villages and towns along the way and returned to Lingzhou."
"Thirteen years of the Apocalypse..."
Looking at it one by one, Chen Ping's mood has hit rock bottom at this moment. Good guy, I didn't expect the natives of Lingzhou to be so unruly. After all, in the Tianqi years, there was no good thing about Lingzhou and the chieftains.
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"Mr. Chen, these natives are disobedient to the king and don't know etiquette. They have always acted like this. Looking back, they have been like this in all dynasties."
The clerk's words made Chen Ping fall into silence. It was good, but should it continue like this?
The Dayu Dynasty he traveled to was similar to the Southern Song Dynasty. The productivity and social systems were very different. Although the real governance of the southwestern chieftains in ancient times began in the Ming Dynasty, Dayu was much better than the Southern Song Dynasty.
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Change your roots and return to your roots!
If we can change the situation in advance, we can definitely solve the problem of chieftains that has been plaguing Southwest Dayu.
However, Chen Ping thought about the current situation. The emperor has been seriously ill for many years and now he doesn't know how much time he has left. Seeing that the emperor's death will inevitably cause shock in the court, it is unrealistic to talk about returning to exile at this time.
The reason why Pixiu ignored the crisis in Lingzhou and imported supplies from other states must be that he had reached some kind of agreement with the chieftains of Lingzhou. Calculating the time, the chieftains of Lingzhou have not caused trouble for several years. What a bastard.
Our eyes met.
Rebellion among the natives is already a difficult matter, and if Pixiu mixes it in, who knows how much trouble it will turn into.
Chen Ping was sitting in the archives room of his household, sweating profusely even though it was early spring.
The cooperation between the natives and Pixiu must be stopped!