Chapter 1411: Martial God, everyone is like a dragon
The evening breeze blows gently and the willow branches are flying.
The sunset in the imperial capital is as poetic as a song, and the afterglow of the setting sun pours on the slender willow branches.
Luoxia Imperial Capital, compared to the prosperity and bustle of the past, the current imperial capital is a bit more desolate.
The imperial capital that used to be bustling with traffic was rarely deserted. As the sun set, only sparse human figures shuttled through it.
Wearing a green shirt, Ye Wushuang walked out of the magnificent palace holding a feather fan.
"Prime Minister!" several soldiers whispered.
With a slight nod and a smile, Ye Wushuang climbed onto the sword pavilion, looking down from a high position, with a panoramic view of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.
"War, the people suffer!" Ye Wushuang murmured, after several successive wars, tens of thousands of the empire's army commanders were buried outside the territory.
"Half a month has passed since the Fourth War, can the Fifth War be far away?" Ye Wushuang murmured softly.
Ta-ta! Steady footsteps sounded from behind. Ye Wushuang knew who was coming without looking back, and said in a deep voice: "Fan Bai, how is the situation with the army?"
The person who came was suddenly Ye Fanbai, dressed in white, with a solemn look on him.
"According to the instructions of the Prime Minister, each county has drawn out more than a million troops, gathered in the wasteland, and set up heavy sword formations!"
"Although we have hundreds of millions of troops, there are obvious differences in the strength of each county!"
Standing with his hands behind his back, Ye Fanbai said with some worry: "It is unrealistic to integrate these rabble into a tiger, wolf and lion in a short period of time!"
"Throughout the ages, any iron-blooded army needs the baptism of war, and the most indispensable thing now is war!"
"As long as half of the billion-strong army survives!" Ye Wushuang said calmly.
"And this task will be left to you and Po Jun. You are better at leading an army than me!" Ye Wushuang turned around and patted Ye Fanbai's shoulder gently.
"No!" Ye Fanbai responded.
"How is the progress of the other matter?" Ye Wushuang asked.
"Every county has opened a university, and every city has opened a school. There is no need to pay any fees. All people like me, the Martial God, can enter the school to practice martial arts!" Ye Fanbai replied.
"Although in a short period of time, the academy has not been able to improve the strength of all living beings. If it continues in the long term, everyone in the empire can be a soldier!" Ye Fanbai said with sincere admiration.
The establishment of this school completely broke the past tradition. In the past, whether entering a sect or an academy, only those with superior qualifications were required.
However, this school teaches everyone regardless of their mediocre qualifications, wealth or status. Anyone who is a martial god can enter the school and practice martial arts and martial arts for free.
The sunset is blooming, glowing with broken and messy blood red against the setting sun.
Ye Wushuang raised his head, stared at the blood-like sunset, and said with a chuckle: "I only wish that the Martial God would be alive and everyone would be like a dragon!"
Ye Wushuang's chuckle echoed in the evening wind. Ye Fanbai shuddered and murmured: "God of War, everyone is like a dragon!"
"The head of the family has entrusted the entire empire to me. When the head of the family returns, I will build the empire into an empire that is no less than that of the Tiangang kingdoms!" With his green shirt fluttering, Ye Wuwu walked towards the sword pavilion holding a feather fan.
Turning around and looking at Ye Wushuang's leaving figure, Ye Fanbai whispered: "Prime Minister, the head of the family has not fallen, he will definitely come back, right?"
Hearing this, Ye Wushuang paused slightly, stopped, and remained silent for a few breaths. He asked, "What do you think?"
Clenching his hands, Ye Fanbai said with great conviction: "I firmly believe that the master of the family has not fallen. One day, the master of the family will appear again!"
"I also firmly believe that he is not an ordinary person, he is the head of the family!" Ye Wushuang murmured to himself, crushing the setting sun at dusk, and disappeared into the sword pavilion.
"Yes! He is the head of the family, the head of the family who has never let us down!" Turning around, Ye Fanbai looked at the Ye family under the dusk. He firmly believed that the Ye family would only become more and more prosperous.
.......
In the imperial palace, in the deserted courtyard, two cold tombstones swayed in the evening wind, and the setting sun dyed the courtyard a layer of golden color.
With frosty white hair swaying in the wind, Mu Chen clasped the hilt of the sword with one hand, drew out the sword, and sheathed the sword, repeating this action without stopping.
Beside the street in the courtyard, catkins were flying upwards, like snow catkins, falling in the courtyard.
Ye Wushuang held the wine bottle in one hand and the feather fan in the other, stepped into the courtyard, raised his eyes to look at Mu Chen, and sat alone on the stone chair, silent, with a wise light shining in his eyes.
Ye Wushuang sat there for several hours. The late dusk ended, the setting sun disappeared at the end of the horizon, and the evening breeze came, bringing the coolness of the night.
"In the past, you never drank alcohol!" Mu Chen suddenly said as the bright sword light dissipated in the night.
"Because I used to think that drinking too much wine would paralyze my thinking, but now my thinking has fallen into a dead end, and this wine makes me sober." Ye Wushuang raised his head, met those empty eyes, and whispered softly
road.
Hearing this, Mu Chen didn't say anything anymore, but just looked at the dark night sky quietly. It's been more than a year, and the guy hasn't come back yet.
"Brother Mu, if he were the head of the family, how would he deal with the current dilemma?" Seeing Mu Chen's silence, Ye Wushuang was the first to ask.
"He will place Lan Gu and others in an absolutely safe place, and then go outside the territory to guard the God of War!" Mu Chen said lightly.
"So, the safety of Lan Gu and others is left to Brother Mu!" Ye Wushuang stood up and bowed to Mu Chen.
"This is also the reason why I didn't go to the Sword Tomb and the Jade Emperor's Palace. At least, I want to guard his only bottom line!" Mu Chen raised his eyes, looked at the flickering lights in the distance, and the beautiful silhouette of the sword, and gave a slight pause.
sigh.
The dim lights swayed in the night wind. Ye Wushuang followed Mu Chen's gaze and sighed: "The killing intent in her body is getting stronger and stronger, and a layer of frost has condensed in the entire courtyard!"
"The Supreme Being Wangqing, the Seven Kills, maybe one day, the killing intent in her body will even surpass that of Ye Chen!" A rich voice sounded in the wind, Mu Chen and Ye Wushuang turned around, and a tall and tall figure appeared.
In the sight of the two of them.
"Senior Fire Qilin!" Mu Chen and Ye Wushuang said at the same time.
"Wushuang, I'm going to the Sword Tomb!" Huo Qilin glanced at the two tombstones without leaving a trace, and said softly with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
"Senior, are you going to the Sword Tomb?" Ye Wushuang looked startled at first, but then felt relieved.
"With Mo Che and Yue Chuge in the Jade Emperor Palace, plus many Beiqiu prisoners, more than a million guardians, and more than tens of thousands of blood prison troops, the strength is strong. It will not be difficult to resist the coalition forces of Wei Qi and other countries!"
"Although there are three generations, the prince, and hundreds of millions of soldiers over there at the Sword Tomb, the prince and the third generation have suffered many injuries in several battles, and their strength is no longer what it was before!"
"I can only go to the Sword Tomb to relieve their pressure. As for the Imperial City, I will leave it to you, Wushuang boy, to take full responsibility!"
Huo Qilin's thick big hand slapped Ye Wushuang on the shoulder. The corners of Ye Wushuang's mouth twitched slightly, obviously the slap was not easy to bear.
"As for Lan Gu and Qianchuan Xue Nizi, Fei Xuan Nizi will be left in your care. If the sword tomb is broken and the Jade Emperor collapses, you will take them away from the place of right and wrong." Huo Qilin looked at Mu Chen and said,
said solemnly.
"I will!" Mu Chen nodded.
Smiling slightly, the fire unicorn stopped talking and turned around, its body like a rainbow, streaking across the sky.
In the distant courtyard, a silhouette of a sword-raised figure suddenly stopped. Qianchuan Xue looked up at the receding rainbow, remained silent for a moment, and raised her sword again.
Biting and cold murderous intent filled the courtyard, and snowflakes fell out of thin air, sealing the entire courtyard in ice.
...
At dusk, the numerous tombstones stand silent in the evening breeze.
In a thatched house, a figure stood with hands behind his hands, and patches of snow fell slowly.
Rizhao walked out of the thatched hut, looked at the figure in the dusk, and said softly: "How is the injury? Cough!"
"The joint attack of the Emperor of Great Yan and the Emperor of Great Zhao is not pleasant. Although it did not touch the origin of the soul, it severely damaged the soul!"
Turning around and meeting Rizhao's gaze, the prince's face turned a little pale.
"The next time they make a comeback, the offensive will be even more terrifying, ahem!" Rizhao said with some worry.
"With hundreds of millions of soldiers, unless all the Tiangang kingdoms come, the two kingdoms of Yan and Zhao alone will not be able to reach the God of War!"
"Oh, I can defeat the Yan-Zhao coalition three times in a row, and I can do the same for the fourth time!" Ru Mo's long hair was dyed white by the snow, and the prince Yun Danfeng said lightly: "At least before the guy comes back, at the shore of the God of War, who can
You can’t even step on it!”
"He will definitely come back, he is the fifth-generation Moon God!" Rizhao murmured, staring at the blood-red sky.
"If he dies, who will play chess with me?" The prince chuckled, "No one who can break my chess game will die so easily!"
After a pause, the prince continued: "How is the situation over at the Jade Emperor Palace?"
"The fourth coalition of the Wei and Han countries was repelled again. Hell sent tens of millions of troops to suppress the Jade Emperor a few days ago. Well, plus those people from Beiqiu, it is not difficult for the Jade Emperor Palace to block the fifth wave of offensive.
, cough!" The cold wind blew in his face, blowing the long hair on Rizhao's forehead, revealing a pale face. He participated in four wars, and the injuries he suffered were not pleasant.
"That's good. As long as you guard these two places, the Martial God will be fine." The prince said calmly, holding the broken sword and walking towards the end of the sky: "It's time for the third generation to come back and rest. It's my turn to take care of the cracks in the seal!"...)
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