The ninth and forty-two chapters frightened Meng Tian
Meng Tian quietly watched Gu Xun read the secret letter, then rubbed his fingers and burned it on the spot, then asked without hesitation with a smile, "Has the Imperial Master received any important news?"
After these days of communication and contact, Meng Tian has roughly felt a bit of Gu Xun’s temper.
Although he occasionally says some inexplicable words and seems a little nervous, on the whole he doesn't care much about many things.
For example, just now he received the secret message, and he happened to be next to him, so it was okay to just ask him a casual question.
If he can say it, he will speak out, but if he can't... then he won't say it, and he won't be angry anyway.
Gu Xun grinned when he heard this, but did not give a clear answer. He said vaguely, "Well... probably, the Central Plains is quite lively now, and it should continue to be in this state for some time to come."
"Really?" Meng Tian didn't pay much attention and smiled heartily, "Judging from the current actions of the empire, it is inevitable to be more lively."
After the two chatted for a few words, they finally finished climbing the last bit of the mountain road, and the group climbed to the top of the mountain.
This mountain is neither close nor far from Shushan Mountain, but it occupies an absolute advantage in height. It is impossible to expect to see such complete details, but the general terrain characteristics and the direction of the mountain are enough to make it clear at a glance.
However, what caught Meng Tian's eyes at first glance was obviously not the topography of Shu Mountain, but the giant golden tree on the top of the mountain that connected the sky and the ground.
Looking at the towering trees that are more than a hundred feet high and with shining golden leaves, this scene is like a fairyland in the sky. Meng Tian, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, can't help but be speechless. He can't help but speak in knots, "This... this... this
Yes...this is what His Majesty the Emperor wants...!?"
"What the hell is this!?"
Gu Xun shrugged and replied, "Obviously, this is a tree."
"No... of course I know... it's just..." Meng Tian danced and gestured, but he kept speaking awkwardly, "I mean, is this... really a tree?"
Gu Xun spread his hands, "Although it's not very close, you can still see the basic appearance clearly, right?"
"This isn't a tree, is it a coral?"
"No, this is really a living tree. Isn't it some... man-made handicraft?" Meng Tian unconsciously lowered his voice in the second half of his words. Perhaps... he was worried that his words might offend this sacred tree?
Gu Xun rolled his eyes and replied angrily, "I said you stole m... you are good at guessing, but obviously not."
"His Majesty the Emperor should have told you that the thing you are asked to seize is a tree called the Fusang Sacred Tree, right?"
"Didn't I emphasize to you again and again along the way that this thing is a bit big?"
"Haha...haha..." Meng Tian forced out a smile, "This... I really didn't expect that the 'big' mentioned by the Imperial Master would be exaggerated to such an extent..."
"Why, are you worried about not having enough manpower?" Gu Xun folded his hands and put them on his chest, asking with gloating.
"That's not..." Meng Tian replied with a strange expression.
If you want to ensure that such a large sacred tree is transported out of Shu in its entirety, you cannot take the Shu road and return directly to Guanzhong. It is simply impossible.
Not to mention that he only has more than 10,000 people under his command, even if he temporarily recruits tens of thousands more corvees from Shu, some roads cannot be solved with more people.
Fortunately, he doesn't have to fight with this thin line of Shu.
Ying Zheng's order to him was to transport the tree to the land of Qilu. It would be best if he could pass through Xianyang first. If that was not possible, he could not go through Guanzhong.
Seeing the size of this tree, although Meng Tian wanted to implement His Majesty the Emperor's orders perfectly, he decisively chose to take the Yangtze River water transport, detouring through Jingchu, and heading north to Qilu.
Of course, what puzzles him now is not the transportation problem, but... Will digging this tree really not result in any divine punishment...
Although he doesn't really believe in the theory of gods and ghosts, and his actions come from the instructions of His Majesty the Emperor, who is ordered by heaven, but... he still feels guilty.
This thing is really outrageous!
"I'm just... just a little worried about what kind of tribe Shushan is." Meng Tian hesitated and gave an explanation.
Of course, this is not the real answer, but the reason is that he is afraid of ghosts and gods, which is a bit difficult to explain.
Gu Xun didn't think much and replied casually, "There's nothing to worry about. It's basically very ordinary."
At this time, Meng Tian remembered Gu Xun's special attitude towards Shushan, and quickly asked, "Does the Imperial Master plan to take action personally?"
Gu Xun shook his head and replied in a slightly sad tone, "Shu Shan and I still have a romantic relationship. If I don't participate in this war, it will be considered as a favor to the empire."
Meng Tian: "..."
You, a national advisor of the empire, almost helped others to deal with the empire's army, so you are still giving face... Okay, whatever you say is right.
"I have other things to deal with. Just do what you want with regard to Shushan." Gu Xun still intervened in the matter, but not too much. "However, the empire is currently short of manpower, so try to capture as many people as possible."
, let’s go to work." Eight 1
As for the problem of human-headed iron in Shushan, Gu Xun did not give any solution.
It’s not like Meng Tian doesn’t understand the methods of coercion, inducement, intimidation and coercion. As for the final effect, no one can interfere with it.
If the people of Shushan are willing to take this way of survival, they can go. If they don't want to, just leave it. Gu Xun thought to himself that he had repaid the kindness he had received from the Fusang sacred tree in the past.
Seeing that Gu Xun had finished speaking, Meng Tian probably knew what he was saying, so he nodded, "I understand, please rest assured, Imperial Master."
Then, Meng Tian couldn't help but ask again. "Master, is there really nothing... unique about this Shushan tribe?"
"No!" Gu Xun waved his hand indifferently, "Most of them are just ordinary people. They have relatively good physical fitness. Well... they are also good at some close combat skills."
"Of course, there are also a small number of difficult and difficult characters, but...that's the job of Luna and the others."
"Master Protector?" Meng Tian was stunned when he suddenly heard the name of the Moon God.
Gu Xun smiled sideways at him and asked jokingly, "Do you think the right guardian of the Yin Yang family and the two elders are here to accompany you on an outing?"
"The real troubles in Shushan will be handled by them."
"Haha..." Meng Tian laughed sarcastically, "I thought there was a national teacher here..."
Gu Xun waved his hand and interrupted directly, "It is because of my presence that the Moon God comes even more. In case I feel uneasy, I will cut down this sacred hibiscus tree or even burn it." p>
"Ah this..." Meng Tian was speechless for a moment.
He has seen and participated in political games and military struggles, which are the most theoretically complex and brain-burning operations, and he thinks that he performed well in them.
However, when it came to the matters involving Gu Xun and the Yin Yang family, he really couldn't figure it out. They were all without beginning and end, and now it could involve such a bizarre divine object... His Majesty the Emperor's contribution has always been
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"Brother Shen!"
"Hmm!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
You can say.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When she first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time she got used to it.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a Demon Slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of its predecessor.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.
At this time, the attic door is open, and occasionally people come in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to clean away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
