Zhang Lingfeng did not comment on Yu Jing's words, but just glanced at the broken corpse on the ground and said lightly: "This true energy is written by the great master."

"good."

Yu Jing nodded: "This person's clumsy imitation may not only be to provoke you and me, but also to hide his identity."

"There are not many great masters in Longyuan Road."

Zhang Lingfeng looked cold:

"There are not many great masters who transform perineum yang into a sword."

Yu Jing frowned:

"I will give you an explanation for this."

Perhaps because of his childhood experience, Zhang Lingfeng's suspicion was very serious and he would not trust anyone at all.

It is simple to sow discord, ordinary people may not care about it, but he...

Long Yuanwei was moving very quickly. After few words of conversation between the two, someone stepped forward and presented the results of the investigation.

"Diet Building?"

Zhang Lingfeng handed the file to Yu Jing casually.

"Return to the prince, this assassin concealed it very well, but his portrait has been recorded in the mansion, so he should be the leader of the Qingzhou branch of the Guixu Lou..."

A Long Yuangu replied.

"The leader of Qingzhou branch is also a figure. Such a killer with years is the most eye-catching. How dare you attack this prince?"

Zhang Lingfeng was suspicious and ordered: "Send someone to send a letter to ask Han Ling to come to see me. If you don't arrive for three days, you will clear the killer of the urging building in Longyuan!"

Zhang Lingfeng was assassinated in the street. The Long Yuan Guards looked solemn and did not dare to be negligent. They hurriedly left.

"Han Ling is the last of the twelve dragon heads of the Death Tower, but this person also has the record of failing to assassinate the Grand Master and not dead, so he should not be provoked at this time."

Yu Jing put away the file.

"It's just a group of mice in the gutter. What's the dragon head? I haven't heard of assassinating a great master in recent years."

Zhang Lingfeng looked cold.

The Death Tower is quite famous, but that is for ordinary people.

The nine masters of Longyuan were all stronger than Han Ling. Canghai drove him out of Longyuan Dao City with one sword. For many years, he did not dare to take revenge.

How could he care?

The gathering of the twelve dragon heads may not pose any threat to him.

A true master will never fall to the point of becoming a killer...

"That's up to you."

Yu Jing didn't persuade him much, but instead asked:

"The succession ceremony will be held soon. Why are you not waiting quietly in the mansion and lingering in the streets and alleys every day?"

"The palace is dead, and there is no vitality outside. Is this prince so quiet and thoughtful, so can he be moved?"

Zhang Lingfeng shook his sleeves and turned around and left.

The several soldiers who served were numb. These days, the prince's temper became more and more perverse, and Grand Master Yu Jing refused to show his affection.

"Zhang Lingfeng..."

Yu Jing didn't care about his attitude, but instead became confused about his motives.

A person who has endured for twenty years before attacking will not be able to withstand the coldness of the royal palace for several days. Naturally, he will not believe this.

So, why is he for?

"Is it the Tao fruit?"

Yu Jing's heart moved slightly, turned around and left, followed the trajectory of Zhang Lingfeng's walking, and walked again.

As he left, he noticed something strange.

"Bloody ink?"

Holding the ink on his fingertips, Yu Jing's expression was slightly strange.

Although the breath of this blood was thin, he still caught it. Is this Zhang Lingfeng's own blood?

What does he want to do?

...

...

"call!"

The sun sets westward, and after a day of training, Wu Changbai was a little exhausted.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but in the first few years, he was full of energy and often practiced more than other generals and his martial arts progress was faster.

I still have free time to study military books and establish good relationships with colleagues.

But in the past two years, he felt a little overwhelmed and it would be fine if he had slowed down a lot. Every time he practiced, he was exhausted and lay in bed without any effort to do other things.

"I've never been close to women since I've been around for more than a year, why haven't I recovered yet? Has I really been hurt by alcohol and sex?"

Lieing on the martial arts field with all his might, Wu Changbai's chest was undulating, and he was a little suspicious of himself.

"Old Wu, Mr. Yu has not sent the documents you barracks yet. Do you want me to send them on your behalf?"

Listening to the teasing sounds coming from his ears, Wu Changbai gritted his teeth and turned over, snorted coldly, packed up the documents and sent them to the Zhongjun camp.

Crack ~

In the big tent, the sound of abacus fiddling is endless.

"The court distributed only half of the money, and the vacancy was too big..."

Yu Liang sighed.

In recent years, Qingzhou soldiers have been laid off several times, from the peak of 200,000 infantry and 100,000 elite cavalry to the present 100,000 infantry and 80,000 elite cavalry.

But it still cannot be maintained.

The annual military pay for 180,000 troops exceeds 7 million taels of silver, and this does not include the senior military leaders above the generals.

But this is nothing compared to daily consumption.

The 180,000 troops consumed a daily rice and grain of 500,000 kilograms, while the 80,000 elite cavalry, one man and two horses, consumed a daily fodder of 600,000 kilograms, and the coarse grains cost more than 200,000 kilograms.

In addition, war horses also need to be equipped with grooms, and beans, coarse salt and eggs are needed to supplement.

And this is not the 800 dragon horses in the army. These delicate beasts who eat amazing food and need to be nourished by meat are worth twenty ordinary horses.

This is just a rough estimate.

The meat that was eaten once every seven days in the army has not been included, plus the pension after the friction and casualties outside the pass...

“How many are missing?”

Wei Zheng first rubbed his eyebrows and suddenly missed Xiao Zhan a little. At that time, although he was so nervous, he could barely survive.

Now……

“There are too many…”

Yu Liang smiled bitterly: "With the food Mr. Xu obtained from the four great masters, it can still be supported, but if this continues, I'm afraid it's the case."

The three generals on the border are the most difficult to bear with Qingzhou soldiers.

Yunzhou where Lin Qitian is located is under Xu Wenji's governance and the joint efforts of the military and civilians, which is sufficient to support Baizhou. Not to mention, Fang Zhenghao was a wealthy man from Longyuan.

The land in the family is worth tens of thousands of acres, which is enough to support the army.

Only Qingzhou's bitter and cold land encountered a severe drought in Deyang. The richest land became a Jedi, not only could it not be provided to other places, but also needed support from other prefectures.

Therefore, the supply was reduced in Longyuan Road, and the pressure was instantly pressed down like a mountain.

"call!"

Listening to the numbers Yu Liang reported, Wei Zhengxian's face tightened.

This is a number that he would rather fight with Daoren Lin without facing any life or death...

Even if he has peerless force, what if he is a horse that can stand for thousands of people?

How can one person raise 180,000 Qingzhou soldiers and their families to survive?

"In fact, there is a way to break it."

Yu Liang wanted to speak but stopped.

Over the years, there are many jobs that have been laid off and reduced, but they can still be maintained in the end.

The post stations, six gates, and the garrisons of various prefectures actually have other ways to make a living.

only……
To be continued...