"I've been thinking about it for a long time." Yin Wutian snorted, his expression becoming more and more bleak: "This is something... I want to do!"
"Shut up!" Jing Menghun said sternly: "You don't want your life! Do you know who Cheng Yunhe is? Kill him? How can you say it out loud!"
"My brother's legs have nothing to do with this old thief Cheng Yunhe!" Yin Wutian gritted his teeth.
"You're crazy! That Young Master Ye is obviously a spy!" Jing Menghun said angrily: "Do you believe what he says?"
"Mr. Ye is naturally not a good person, but that doesn't mean that his knowledge is also fake." Yin Wutian snorted and said, "We have studied my brother's injury many times, and finally unanimously concluded that it is a kind of injury.
The strange skill directly damages the meridians. Moreover, it is sharp."
"But Mr. Ye can 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 is just a weak scholar!" Jing Menghun was really panicked. If Yin Wutian can't dispel his current thoughts, if he really kills Cheng Yunhe...
That would be the end!
With how much Wu Qingrou values Cheng Yunhe, how can he allow Yin Wutian to kill Cheng Yunhe?
"Only he has a chance!" Yin Wutian was indifferent: "Even if he didn't do it, he must have known about it." His eyes showed the light of hatred: "My brother's legs were disabled in vain!"
"Fourth!" Jing Menghun gave a stern and low drink, and then said in a low voice: "Keep this matter in your heart..."
As soon as he said this, Yin Wutian immediately knew that Jing Menghun might also have doubts in his heart.
"It's rotten in my heart..." Yin Wutian sneered, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said inaudibly: "But... that's my brother... the brother of my compatriot... we
Connected by blood..."
Jing Menghun was speechless for a moment. He stared blankly at Yin Wutian. The two looked at each other blankly, but neither spoke. The tent suddenly fell into dead silence.
…
Wu Qingrou returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion and wrote a letter immediately, then clapped his hands, and the wall behind him twisted and squirmed, as if there were living things...
After a while, a strange shadow separated from it, but it was a shadow similar to a flying bird. It was extremely illusory.
Fifth Qingrou rolled up the letter, rubbed it with her hands, turned it into a small ball, and stuffed it into the mouth of the illusory bird.
The illusory bird immediately began to retreat. When it came into contact with the wall, suddenly there was another distorted ripple in the space, and then it slowly recovered.
In an instant, the strange bird disappeared.
Fifth Qingrou sat quietly on the chair, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking. After a long time, he clapped his hands and said: "Summon Han Buchu, Cheng Yunhe, and the generals from the eight theaters, and
All personnel from the military department, household department, and official department, etc., must all rush to my place before tomorrow afternoon!"
There was a sense of decisiveness in the fifth soft voice! It was cold and cold!
"Yes." A voice from outside the study agreed.
Fifth Qingrou rubbed her temples and walked slowly; after a long time, she stood in front of the window and said to herself: "Then let's overthrow the world first!"
Then he turned around, flicked his fingers, and there was a brush on the wall opposite, and 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 vivid and extremely detailed.
In the middle, there are two words, marked in red by Wu Qingrou: Tie Yun!
This is actually a map of Tieyun's entire country.
"Conspiracy and conspiracy are just trivial; even if they are useful, they are of little use. The real decisive power is still on the battlefield!" Wuwu Qingrou murmured: "If there is a nine-way attack..."
His eyes fell on the border between Tie Yun and Da Zhao, where the two sides had been fighting for hundreds of years! That area!
On the map, it is only as thick as a finger and no longer than an arm long; but here, the lives of tens of millions of outstanding soldiers have been buried over the past hundreds of years!
You fight two countries, and I fight them, and we fight endlessly!
Here is a battlefield. It includes dozens of high mountains, hundreds of cities, canyons, and large battlefields! It is also a vast territory with a long span. The fighting here is so fierce that the neighboring mountains are not necessarily the same.
Able to hear.
As for places farther away, of course you can't hear it.
The wars over the years have always used the same tactics: to raise suspicions on one side, then attack from the other side, and then the other side fights, the forces are in a 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, it can be enough to set up a dozen large battlefields that can accommodate millions of people fighting. However, to put it bluntly, almost all famous generals in the past dynasties
I have already stored the terrain here in my mind!
Some are very detailed, and I even remember clearly what is unique about each mountain.
But even so, people continue to be ambushed, people continue to die, and people continue to be murdered...
Here, the two countries Tie Yun and Da Zhao became: the land of fighting souls!
The place where the bones of tens of millions of soldiers are buried is not called the war soul. There really is no other special name to name it.
"King of Hell of Chu, conspiracy and scheming are just trivial, only on the battlefield can you see the real skills!" Wu Qingrou looked at this place with deep eyes and murmured: "King of Chu of Hell, Tie Butian, Iron Dragon City! Let us be here
Here, let’s decide who belongs in the world!”
…
Chu Yang has now completed the evolution of his fifth-grade Sword Master! He still maintained his original posture, lying in the grass and looking at the starry sky.
It's almost dawn now. If I go into the water by myself, I'm afraid it will be a clear morning by the time I can make some noise.
That would be too much noise.
So he wants to save this time until the evening. Then he needs to go into the water in the afternoon and wait until he finds it, which is basically close to night. It will also take a while for the battle to be reflected from such deep water to the surface...
Just in time for the evening!
I will have a whole day free.
Chu Yang thought unconsciously, Master and Tan Tan, how are they doing in Zhongsantan now? Will Qingwu be very happy after receiving the gifts from him? Will she laugh?
What are my brothers doing now after they went back? Has Gu Duxing given that thing to Gu Miaoling? Will it bother me if I kill two people for him?
Ji Mo and Luo Kedi should already be in the Canglan War Zone... Is there any danger?
After thinking about it, a clear figure suddenly appeared in his 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 Tie Yun, was looking at him with soft eyes, but with deep expectations.
Then Wu Qingrou's face appeared.
Chu Yang closed his eyes and gave a helpless smile. Since his rebirth, the things he has experienced are really colorful. For such a long time, it can be said that he has never stopped busy even for half a day!
In addition to business matters, there are also private matters, and then I have to spend a lot of time practicing every day, and I have to push my body to reach and break through a few limits every day...
Time passed little by little. In the morning, Chu Yang, Jing Menghun and Yin Wutian sat together and had a harmonious breakfast. Everyone was chatting and laughing.
However, Jing Menghun and Yin Wutian looked very depressed at first glance. It was obvious that they had not slept well in the past few days. They were not as energetic as Chu Yuzuo.
At noon, Yin Wutian found a few fishermen and asked them to go into the water to step on lotus roots. They found a lot of lotus roots, but none of them exceeded seven knots.
Chu Yang sighed while watching.
After eating and drinking some wine in the afternoon, Jing Menghun received the notice and hurried back to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Yin Wutian was so drunk that he found another person and continued working in another place, but still found nothing.
Emperor Chu shook his head and sighed again.
Although he didn't say a word, Yin Wutian couldn't help but feel so angry that smoke was rising from the back of his head when he looked at him. Besides, Yin Si Throne had been having a bad year these past few days, and seeing this person boiling up in his bones every day
'Lord Jun Qingyang', who looked forward to washing with disgust, was so unhappy that his stomach almost burst...
"Da Zhao... Da Zhao... Da Zhao, who is said to be the richest in the world, is nothing more than this!" King Jun Qingyang began to say strange things again; Yin Wutian almost hid his face and left.
"And this is the Zhongzhou of the rich and powerful Zhao..." Jun Qingyang's voice was already weird, but now it was deliberately so sinister and strange, which made people's hair stand on end.
"He is said to be an outstanding person..." Jun Qingyang continued: "...I can't even find a piece of lotus root..."
Yin Wutian's face was as black as iron, and he stood motionless.
"It seems that this large lotus lake can only be used to raise fish..." Jun Qingyang sighed in a melodious tone.
"It's not that we, the Great Zhao, don't have it, it's really... this lotus root stepping is a technical job." Yin Wutian held back his anger and said dullly: "We who are good at martial arts will not pay attention..."
"Tsk... Do we still have to let this throne go down in person?" Jun Qingyang squinted his eyes.
If the Fifth Prime Minister hadn't told me, I would have kicked this bastard into the lake! Yin Wutian's eyes sparkled, and he said coldly: "If the King of Thrones has such an elegant mood, I dare not stop him."
"Hey...it seems I have to get into the water myself." Jun Qingyang stretched his legs, moved his waist, and began to take off his clothes.
"Come on, come on, go down and drown you, suffocate you to death, get entangled in the water and weeds, die down there and rot inside!" Yin Wutian prayed viciously in his heart, but said with concern: "Brother Jun,
Do you really want to go down?"
"Brother Jun? Ha..." Jun Qingyang posed in a weird pose with his bare 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
Four Thrones, these two words 'Brother Jun' are not something you can call me. Although I have a low status, you, hey, have you ever heard of bamboo?"
Yin Wutian almost couldn't take a breath and fainted.