Behind him, a group of civil servants and generals also knelt down. Marquis Wen was furious. Looking at Baidi City, who could bear it?
"You guys..."
Wen Shuoyang frowned, turned to look at Bei Shuoxue, and said, "The scar is healed and the pain is forgotten! In the battle in the north, Yue Hao lost 930,000 soldiers from the three northern states, but he still killed 930,000 soldiers from the three northern states.
Killing nearly a million demon troops and nearly 200,000 demon cavalry, isn’t this kind of achievement unprecedented in the history of our Great Shang?”
He raised his head and scolded the officials in a cold voice.
"In the 37th year of the Great Shang calendar, and the 37th year since the founding emperor Baidi ascended the throne, he finally couldn't help but declare war on the demon clan, and sent General Luo Rui to lead an army of 700,000 in the Northern Expedition. In the final battle of Mobei, the army of 700,000 was reduced to only the remaining
Less than 100,000, but only killed less than 20,000 demon clan!"
"In the 101st year of the Great Shang Calendar, Li Jingci, a famous general at that time, commanded one million troops to go north to fight against half a million demon cavalry in Monan. The fierce battle lasted for several months. In the end, the entire army of one million troops was annihilated, but only
Less than 50,000 demon cavalry were killed, and even Li Jingci’s skull is now made into a wine vessel and placed on the dining table of the demon royal court!”
"In the 157th year of the Shang Dynasty, the former Wuhou Zhou Tiannan led an army of 800,000 people to the north and fought fiercely with the three military tents of the Demon Clan for half a month. In the end, less than 200,000 people returned to Yunzhou, but their results were only meager.
There are less than 30,000 demon clan heads!”
Having said this, Wen Shuoyang glanced at everyone coldly and said: "It's true that you are the ministers of the Prime Minister's Mansion led by me, Wen Shuoyang, but I, Wen Shuoyang, do not have such a small temper. Although Wu Hou Yue Hao has failed,
It is true that he lost an army of 900,000, but it is also true that he killed a million monsters and 200,000 demons. This is a brilliant achievement that has never been seen in the history of our Dashang! If Yue Hao is not qualified to
Who is qualified to be buried according to royal etiquette!? Am I Wendudu?"
Marquis Wen gently flicked his sleeves, and after everyone stood up, he said: "Your Majesty and I will go to the royal mausoleum to see off Yue Hao. As for Yue Hao's descendants, we must cultivate them well. Xu Huaili, you are the Minister of Rites. If you want to send Yue Hao off,
Hao's eldest son, Yue Lin, has been transferred to the Ministry of Rites as a minister, do you think it's a bit tied up?"
"Won't!"
Xu Huaili cupped his hands and said, "But I'll listen to Marquis Wen's arrangements."
"Um."
Wen Shuoyang nodded lightly and said: "In addition to preparing for Wuhou's funeral, there is another extremely important matter that everyone must pay attention to. It is the top priority."
"Your Majesty, please give me your instructions."
"The three southern states, Huangzhou's 200,000 battle armors, Furong Prefecture's 300,000 battle armors, and Yuzhou's 200,000 cavalry, must go north as soon as possible. They are all assembled in Shanhaiguan and are ready to cross the Fusu Great Wall at any time.
Attack the enemy in the north."
Marquis Wen frowned: "Also, the three central states, Jeju's 300,000 battle armors, Liangzhou's 200,000 cavalry, and some of the Western Shu cavalry still in Shuzhou, should all go north as soon as possible. All state capitals, counties and counties are only
Just keep the minimum garrison strength, and ask the two ministers from the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Household to inspect the necessary food, fodder, baggage and other matters together. If there are any mistakes, they will bring it up to see you."
"Yes, Lord!"
At this time, the second-grade general frowned and asked cautiously: "Your Majesty, there will be a war in the north...?"
"have no idea."
Marquis Wen said calmly: "In the battle of Guchuoguan, the troops of the three northern states have been wiped out. It is almost a foregone conclusion that the army of monsters and demons will go south. The only question is the time. We are deploying troops, and they are also moving.
The deployment of troops and the surprise attack by Wu Hou Yue Hao are just the beginning of the battle between the human race and the four northern tribes. The real war... has not yet come."
Everyone was shocked, and instantly everyone felt heavy.
Wen Shuoyang smiled slightly: "It's okay, we will win this war."
He breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Although I am Marquis Wen, I may not be any worse than Marquis Wu in fighting. Please do your duty and do not let me, Wen Shuoyang, down. Naturally, I, Wen Shuoyang, will not disappoint Your Majesty."
I hope that you, gentlemen, will not disappoint this human race world!"
"Yes, Lord!"
…
In the blink of an eye, Lin Zhao had been practicing boxing with the old man in blue shirt for half a month.
Half a month later.
The last time he practiced boxing, Lin Zhao blocked the old man's nearly thirty punches before he fainted. Just before he fainted, the old man slowly held his fists and said with a smile: "The foundation of the Seventh Realm is solid enough, I can do it at any time."
Po Jing, next it’s up to you, I’ve taught you everything I can teach you, see you again when we’re destined!”
When Lin Zhao woke up in the bathtub, he only remembered the old man's words. Even in the end, he didn't know who the old man was. A martial artist in the fifth realm came to the snowy Tianchi and was so silent!
That night, Lin Zhao broke through!
Eighth realm, peak realm martial artist!
The moment he broke through the realm in the courtyard, the true energy in his body began to expand and reach its peak. He was full of martial arts energy at the peak of his power. Being an eighth-level martial artist at only fifteen years old was an opportunity, but he did it.
!
In the villa on the top of the mountain, the doors opened one by one.
Zhizhi, Luoyang, Muxian, Huaping, Zhuzhi and others walked out of the room one after another.
"Is this the eighth realm?"
Muzhen had the hardest time accepting it. He was obviously three years older than Lin Zhao, and he thought he was a martial arts genius. He was in the seventh realm at the age of 18, which was not bad, but Lin Zhao, a freak, had already reached his peak at the age of 15. What was this concept?
"Is this Eighth Realm going too fast?"
Zhi Zhi smiled and said: "Sir, if the realm advances too fast, it may become unstable."
"wrong!"
Zhuzhi shook his head and said: "Sister Zhu Zhi, you are a sword cultivator and don't know much about martial arts. I think... your master's foundation in the Eight Realms is not generally stable."
"really."
Muzhen frowned and said, "Lin Zhao, would you like me to learn the fists of the Eight Realms?"
"Can."
Lin Zhao raised his eyebrows and said, "I think... Muzhen, you might not be able to block my punch."
"One punch?"
Muzhen couldn't help laughing and said, "Are you kidding me?"
"Try?"
"Well, try it!"
Muzhen took half a step back with one foot, opened a military-horse boxing frame, and said softly: "Don't be merciful. After a while, the eighth-level martial artist was punched by me and his eyes were swollen. I couldn't help it."
Tell Shuai Chu!"
"Don't worry, take the punch!"
Lin Zhao arrived with a punch, without using the Speed Talisman, but the speed was still too fast for Muzhen to react. When he saw Lin Zhao punching, the fist was only a few inches away from his nose, and it "buzzed"
With a sound, the strong fist blow formed a fist wind, causing Muzhen's whole face to deform wantonly. Even though he didn't land a punch, Muzhen took three steps back in a row. The energy in his body was chaotic, and there was something indescribable.
Feeling extremely uncomfortable.
"this……"
Muzhen frowned and touched his nose. Although he didn't want to admit it, he still sighed: "Yes... I may not even be able to block the adults' punch..."
"this……"
Luo Yang looked horrified: "Shuai Chu said that Muzhen's foundation in the Seventh Realm is pretty solid. If you can't beat the Seventh Realm against the Eighth Realm, you really can't beat him, but it's not like just one punch, right?"
Zhi Zhi smiled and said: "It only means that Lin Zhao's foundation in the Eight Realms is more solid..."
"It's a bit interesting."
Zhuzhi said with a smile: "From now on, we really have to follow Master Lin Zhao in practice, so that we can catch up and come out on top!"
Lin Zhao smiled slightly and raised his fists at everyone: "Everyone, work hard!"
"Uh-huh!"
Everyone nodded in unison.
…
Night shrouds the snowy Tianchi, and there are scattered lights in the town.
"Buzz~~~"
The mountain guarding ban above the town suddenly produced a ripple, and then the ripple disappeared. The whole town was as peaceful as usual. At night, there were the sounds of children crying, couples quarreling, and the sound of grinding noodles at night.
, over there in the restaurant, a group of warriors and monks were drinking and drinking, their faces were red.
On the stone pavement of Front Street, a figure wearing fiery red came, a woman wearing a fiery red dress.
Her figure was looming, and some drunken cavalry passing by could not notice it at all. Even Chu Huaixi and Huang Tingyu, who were in charge of the protection of the snow-covered Tianchi Mountain, did not notice the subtle instantaneous change.
Only the scholar in the bookstore put down his book, stood up slowly, came to the door of the bookstore, bowed his hands in a Confucian salute, and said with a smile: "Here you come?"
"Um."
The woman in red smiled and nodded, saying, "Sir, are you waiting for me?"
"yes."
Qin Suihan turned around, let the woman in red enter, and said with a smile: "Do you really want to decide the world's trend with a game of chess?"
"Yes~~~"
The woman in red smiled and said, "Sir, don't you dare?"
"Why not?"
Qin Suihan smiled: "My chess skills...even the old masters in Wenlin are willing to be inferior, let alone you?"
"In that case, let's talk about it later."
The woman slowly sat down and started playing chess with the scholar in the yard under the moonlight.
…
early morning.
Lin Zhao felt refreshed and refreshed. He had reached the eighth realm, and the breath all over his body became richer. So he walked around the kitchen of the Villa on the top of the mountain, then slipped out with a dozen old salted fish and mounted his war horse.
He went straight to the town. After arriving in the town, he hurried to the front street, tied his horse to the tree outside the bookstore, and knocked on the door: "Boss Qin, it's me!"
"oh?"
Qin Suihan flicked his sleeves from a distance, opened the courtyard door, and said with a smile: "Come in."
"okay!"
The young man rushed through the door like a gust of wind, hung a pile of dried salted fish on the window sill of the scholar, and said with a smile: "It can be boiled by soaking in water. Add some chili pepper and green garlic for a unique taste. Let's drink it with Boss Qin.
!”
Only then did he see the woman in red sitting in front of Qin Suihan. Her face was extremely beautiful, so exquisite that it was unreal. Lin Zhao suddenly frowned and stared at the woman carefully.
, I always feel that there is something fishy, but you can see it if you look at it again.
"gentlemen."
The woman smiled slightly, stood up and saluted, and said: "My little lady, I admit defeat. This game... it is indeed my husband who won. His chess skills are truly amazing and unparalleled in the world."
"So?" Qin Suihan asked with a smile.
"so……"
The woman smiled and said: "So if the little girl loses the chess game, she can't lose the battle again. Sir, please sit in the snowy Tianchi and wait for the appointment of five games!"
…
At this moment, Lin Zhao felt a sudden sting in his eyes. It seemed as if another pair of eyes had opened in his eyes. This time he could really see the other person clearly. Behind the woman in red, there were clearly nine fox tails swaying gently.
