Being in the human camp, the Demon King sincerely recognized their fighting power.

After the commander gave the order, they carried out the military order without any hesitation. This speed was simply astonishing.

Bai Qi told him that although the victory of the human race was from the perspective of tactics, in the final analysis, it still relied on the strength, cohesion, execution ability, etc. of the human race soldiers.

The Demon King deeply agrees.

He has now had an idea in his mind. Even Bai Qi doesn't know about this idea.

After defeating Xiong Da and stabilizing the internal conflicts of the demon clan, the demon king will secretly train his troops by referring to the methods of the human clan.

Strive to build an army that surpasses the human race.

The reason for secretly training troops is because according to Zhao Yuan's plan, after the demon clan's affairs are over, the human race will station troops in the hinterland of the demon clan's territory to curb the development of the demon clan's military power.

When Xiong was defeated and still had no foothold, Bai Qi organized a second war.

Xiong Da was unable to resist and was defeated one after another.

When the news reached Luoyang, Zhao Yuan was extremely happy.

If this trend continues, it will only take about a month to completely resolve the demon clan's matter.

It happened that at this time, Fan Xian's traveling life was over and he returned to Luoyang to resume his job.

Zhao Yuan summoned him in the Xuanzheng Palace and looked at his current changes, slightly stunned.

It seems that the frail scholar he once was can no longer be found. Instead, he is a village man who looks like an ordinary citizen.

Zhao Yuan smiled and said: "You have not changed in the Monster Clan for so many years. How come you have become like this after traveling to Kyushu?"

Fan Xian bowed and replied: "Your Majesty, I have not stopped these days. I have been to many places and seen many local customs. Frankly speaking, there are still many places in Kyushu that have always retained their barren appearance.

From that moment on, Wei Chen has sworn that from now on he will not wear fancy clothes, but only commoners. When one day, everyone in the world can afford clothes made of silk, Wei Chen will be wearing fine clothes."

His words made Zhao Yuan extremely moved, as if they were the great aspirations of a Taoist.

He said: "Why is this necessary? I know your thoughts, and all the people in the world also know your thoughts."

Fan Xian said stubbornly: "Your Majesty, the reason why I do this is actually to spur myself on. Above the temple, Gonggun and other princes have been in high positions for many years. How many people are still aware of the sufferings of the people?

Wei Chen doesn’t want to become like them after many years, so Wei Chen wants to wear common clothes to remind himself at all times that the Wei Dynasty and even the human race have not yet reached the time to truly sit back and relax.”

Zhao Yuan looked at him and praised: "It seems that the Supreme Emperor's decision to let you travel around the nine states is correct. I am very happy that you have the determination you have today. In the future, I can promise you to wear common clothes and go to the hospital."

Chao, but I don’t want you to just talk, you should understand what I mean.”

Fan Xian immediately knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, please rest assured. In this life, I will serve my country and the people of Wei Dynasty and die with all my heart!"

Zhao Yuan pulled him up and said with a smile: "I can't bear to see you die."

Perhaps even he had not noticed that in the next few decades, the Wei Dynasty would have a commoner prime minister who was deeply loved by the people.

There are even novelists who compile his deeds into books and spread them widely.

From then on, the four words "prime minister in civilian clothes" became more and more popular among the people.

"Now, I have a very important task to entrust to you." Zhao Yuan said extremely seriously.

Fan Xian was startled when he heard this, and said quickly: "Please give me your Majesty's decree."

Zhao Yuan nodded and said: "The war against the Monster Clan is about to end. I want you to rush to the Monster Clan now and preside over the post-war discussions. Remember, the result I want is very simple, that is, from now on, let

Within the territory of the Monster Clan, we can only retain up to 300,000 inherent troops, or even less. Once the post-war responsibilities are met, the Monster Clan will be allowed to bear whatever they can bear, do you understand?"

Fan Xian did not hesitate and directly received the imperial edict. After leaving the palace, he immediately set off for the demon clan territory.

The trip was a long one, so Zhao Yuan did not come to see him off, but in front of Luoyang City, Lu Zaixing said a few words, "Your Majesty has other things to deal with, so he specially asked me to come. You have just arrived in Luoyang.

Just go and do something, it’s really a bit hard, I hope you don’t mind.”

Fan Xian cupped his fists and said, "Brother Lu, this is wrong. Serving the country, how can you say it's hard work?"

Lu Zaixing smiled and said: "When you go to the territory of the demon clan, there are a few things that I want to tell you. First, you must take the followers assigned to you by your majesty closely. Your majesty is worried that the demon king will secretly kill you.

Second, during this trip, we must keep our attitude firm to the end and not let the soldiers who shed blood and sacrifice on the front line feel cold.

Third, let the Monster Clan make more compensation as much as possible. After all, we, the Wei Dynasty, have paid a lot in this battle. Since we have won, we will naturally give them a severe blackmail."

Fan Xian said: "Your Majesty, please rest assured that I know what to do to maximize the benefits."

Lu Zaixing nodded lightly and said, "Go ahead, have a nice trip."

Fan Xian said goodbye.

When he first arrived at Guandao, Lu Zaixing, who was returning to the city, suddenly put one hand on the city wall, his expression was a little painful, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead.

The entourage around them was very worried about their master's sudden situation, and quickly surrounded him, saying hastily: "Master... you..."

But Lu Zaixing frowned and waved his hand, signaling to them that he was fine.

Then, without anyone paying attention, he took out his handkerchief, covered his mouth, and coughed twice.

It's all bruises.

Previously, the palace physician had diagnosed him and confirmed that he had tuberculosis.

Zhao Yuan doesn't know about this matter yet.

Lu Zaixing is very aware of his physical condition.

Since the disease was discovered, my body has been changing day by day, and even my hair has become whiter than before.

And it keeps falling.

The imperial doctor said that the tuberculosis disease has been transferred to other organs. If nothing goes wrong, he will have at most half a year to live.

Half a year is enough for Lu Zaixing.

His wife Jiang asked him to ask the emperor to see if he could get some miraculous medicine.

But he refused.

He also bluntly said that birth, old age, illness and death are human nature.

Since God allowed him to have this disease, then just let nature take its course.

In fact, what Lu Zaixing did not expect was that Zhao Yuan had ordered the people in the Jade Palace to do everything possible to prepare a panacea for him that could extend his life and delay his illness.

On that day, after the imperial doctor found out about his condition, he reported it to Zhao Yuan.

It's just that Lu Zaixing's condition deteriorated so fast that his internal organs were almost completely rotten.

In this desperate situation, even a land immortal is in danger of dying, not to mention Lu Zaixing's lack of skill in martial arts.
Chapter completed!