In the eastern part of the Broken Realm, a convoy marched slowly, escorting cavalry with bright armor. The flags in the convoy were flying, and there was an eye-catching word "Zhao" on the flag.

In the center of the procession is a cart that is three feet long and one foot high. It has a black base and is decorated with gold patterns. The wheels of the cart do not touch the ground, but float close to the ground. It is so stable that it cannot be felt that it is moving.

The car window was deep and shielded by magic, and no prying eyes were allowed, but the people inside could see outside at will. A girl in the car looked outside quietly, and suddenly said: "This place is full of life, unlike the miasma and poison mentioned in the book.

Water is everywhere.”

There was also an old man sitting in the carriage, holding an ancient book in his hand. His long eyebrows almost reached his chest. He didn't know how old he was.

Hearing what the girl said, he opened his slightly cloudy eyes and said slowly: "If we had come three months earlier, the princess would still have seen the scene in the book. Now, although this place is a little worse than the real human world, the human world is still there.

Already able to live."

"What happened in the past three months?"

The old man reached out and touched the map on the sand table on the table, and said: "More than two months ago, someone set up a boundary stone here. According to the old man's speculation, the boundary stone is probably Qingming recorded in the ancient book. The witchcraft energy is not created out of nothing.

We also have to go from high to low. But with Qing Ming standing in the west and blocking the way of witchcraft from the east, this area is affected by the pure Qi of the human realm and gradually comes to life."

The girl asked: "Teacher, didn't you say that Qing Ming and Kong are all legends? Legends that have existed since the human race had immortal history."

The old man said slowly: "Perhaps some descendant made a fake according to the legend."

The girl always felt that this statement was a bit unreliable, but her attention was quickly attracted by the place pointed by the old man, and she said: "This place is far away from the human domain, with no one to rely on and no danger to defend. How could there be anyone here?"

Setting up a boundary stone? This is completely different from the art of war you taught me!"

"The art of war is for smart people, but there are always some people in the world who are not so smart."

The girl stretched out a finger as green as green onions and drew several routes from the west, which were all possible directions for the witch army to march. Then she drew two more lines, one south and one north, which were smooth passages that could be bypassed.

Cross the boundary and complete the encirclement.

She looked thoughtful, and then said: "Even if the Western Jin Dynasty massive reinforcements, the journey is far away and the terrain is unfavorable. If I command, we can cut the Western Jin reinforcements into two sections from the north and south, and this place can be easily captured.

Could it be that the Western Jin Dynasty colluded with the Wu clan again and negotiated some kind of deal?"

The old man said: "The person who established Qing Ming has nothing to do with the Western Jin Dynasty, at least not yet. So the Western Jin Dynasty not only did not support him, but also blocked his food route."

"Then the Witch Clan didn't attack?"

"There were three large-scale attacks."

The girl was puzzled: "Then how did he keep it?"

"Yes, how did he keep it?" the old man replied as if he was dreaming, and when he lowered his head, he was already in a dream.

The girl took a robe and gently covered the old man with it. Then she sat back in front of the sand table, took out a military book, and compared it with the sand table. An hour passed in the blink of an eye, and she was not distracted for a moment.

The interior of the huge boat car was surprisingly simple in decoration. There were no calligraphy, paintings, gold and jade inside the car. Instead, there were swords, guns, swords and arrows. Two long bows were hung inside. The bows were gorgeous and looked like pure decoration. But next to the long bows, there were also

There are three arrow pots hanging, and the pots are full of long arrows.

What was placed on the table in the carriage was not wine and food, but a sand table map for marching and fighting. The map in front of her covered the entire Western Jin Dynasty.

Hanyang Pass.

In a corner of the city, in a study room in a quiet courtyard, a middle-aged scribe was writing the words "Be kind and benefit all things without fighting" on paper. These words were written with a swaying water, and it looked like a flowing stream with water vapor.

Coming at you.

After collecting the last stroke, the scribe looked at it carefully and was extremely satisfied.

This scribe had a short beard, his eyes were like jade, his skin was like gelatin, and his skin was very good. He looked at the painting-like calligraphy and said with a smile: "Some people always say that my calligraphy is too flashy and has lost its integrity.

, there is no subtle charm. I don’t think so myself.” An old Confucian next to him said: “Although the word Hou Ye does not write water, the meaning of water comes to the face. And the writing is picturesque, which is very eye-catching.”

The middle-aged scribe laughed and said, "You are always so talkative and never willing to say anything nice."

The old Confucian sighed: "It's really the word Hou Ye that I can't praise."

The middle-aged scribe picked up the paper, let the ink dry slowly, and said: "If I didn't write so straightforwardly, I'm afraid most people in the world wouldn't be able to tell that what I wrote was the word "water"."

The old Confucian said: "Words can express aspirations. Since Mr. Hou has great ambitions and has few close friends in the world, why should he be so deliberate?"

The middle-aged scribe said: "There are few pure people in the world and many turbid ones. It is difficult to find a true friend, but I cannot wait that long. Is my calligraphy really bad?"

The old Confucian reluctantly glanced at the calligraphy that looked like a splash-ink landscape, and sighed: "Compared with those in the countryside who sell calligraphy for a living, the artistic conception is still higher. When they write about horses, they must draw a horse head, but yours is still a splash-ink landscape.

"

The middle-aged scribe laughed and said: "Water can help all things and hide the dangers. Look at my calligraphy today, there is no murderous intention at all."

Only then did the old scholar really open his eyes, look at it carefully, and nodded after a moment.

When the middle-aged scribe put away his words, the old Confucian said: "Why don't you go see the governor?"

"It's gone. That guy is bent on seeking the truth and is not someone I can win over. As long as he doesn't ruin my business, that's fine. Besides, the old thief claims to have great power, but he used a lot of life-burning elixirs in his early years to achieve breakthroughs. He has no foundation at all.

Steady. Even if we win this time, I don’t think it will take a few years. By then, being associated with a person named Xu may not be a good thing."

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and a slightly green maid came in and handed an envelope to the middle-aged scribe. She was about to leave, but the scribe stopped her and said, "You should also take a look.

"

He opened the envelope and took out the paper inside. The paper was densely covered with small words.

The middle-aged scribe read the letter carefully and handed it to the old scholar. After reading it, the old scholar handed it to the ordinary-looking maid who seemed to be underage.

The middle-aged scribe pondered for a moment and said: "Wei Yuan... I really didn't expect that his Daoji would actually merge with Qing Ming. Doesn't this mean that he can't leave the realm too far?"

The old Confucian said: "Even if the fusion is with the Immortal Stone Qingming and he has gained great magical power, the restrictions are becoming more severe. I am afraid that he will not be able to leave the realm at will before the Dharma Appearance."

"No wonder Zuo Xiang has a sharp nose and turns a blind eye to him. I think he already knew about this."

The maid asked timidly: "Isn't it only a matter of time before Wei Yuan becomes a Dharma sign? When Wei Yuan becomes a Dharma sign, won't he be able to move around?"

The middle-aged scribe said: "It is not difficult to achieve the Dharma, but no one knows when he will become the Dharma. When he can walk, it will be a matter of the future. The political battles are all about the present, who cares about the future?

?If you can't get through it now, no matter how long-term the plan is, it will just be a wedding dress for others. The left prime minister has more chips in his hand, and he doesn't care if he has more or less."

The old Confucian asked: "Then shall we continue?"

The middle-aged scribe smiled slightly and said: "Although the Western Region is broken and barren, it is still a piece of profit. The best result is that he happens to be able to eat it, and we happen to be able to catch it. This is a match made in heaven."
Chapter completed!