At first glance, everyone in the Five Saints was silent, but Ye Qing knew that they were angry.
The wrath of a saint is not visible in his appearance
But Ye Qingan sat in the chair, sneered, and secretly sighed in his heart, once upon a time, he had no fear?
This is the change of personality.
After thinking for a while, Nuwa sighed slightly, turned back, glanced at Ye Qing, and signed with a pen. Tongtian thought about it and expressed his support for signing with a pen.
In an instant, the two saints signed, forming a suppression. Yuan glanced at Laojun, but also felt cold, and agreed to sign the contract. Laojun still looked enigmatic and signed.
Finally, under the eyes of Ye Qing and the Four Saints, the Western Saints signed the contract with an expressionless face.
"Great Good" Ye Qing bowed to the Five Saints at this time, and his figure disappeared.
Paradise Hall
The Western saint's face turned ugly.
Some disciples looked at him with stern expressions and asked, "Should we contact the Three Saints again regarding this matter?"
The Western Saint was silent for a while, then shook his head: "The Heavenly Seal has descended, and all secret agreements are useless. They will no longer respond."
All the disciples looked at each other, and the first disciple took the treaty, looked at it, and said thoughtfully: "It's still fair on the surface, but Ye Qing has the status of Dong Tian Tianjun, and he has the main channels, and Saint Nuwa has the smuggling channels, and the entrances are all."
With the situation in the hands of these two people, we have to make plans for a retreat...this may be an opportunity."
"This may be Ye Qing's deliberate act to lure us out on purpose." Some disciples had different opinions.
"What is true or false depends on the essence."
"Now that the new emperor continues to implement the Han system, it is prospering. Ye Qing can wait for three hundred years to achieve its peak, and the longer it goes, the stronger his control will be."
"And the more isolated our situation becomes, this is the real danger... Relatively speaking, although we have lost some luck in the earth, Wuhu is like a young dragon that cannot be supported. After it is connected to the ground, the Northern Wei Dynasty on the ground is like a dragon that has accumulated years.
, this is an opportunity for us.”
What kind of master will teach what kind of disciples? These plans have been discussed many times by the disciples. They were momentarily shocked and touched by the character of Ye Qingdong Tianzhenjun. They were a little confused. After layers of calculations, they finally regained their composure. They all looked up to the rosette.
The golden Taoist looked over.
"Good."
The Western Saint opened his eyes, turned into a big golden hand and pushed away the clouds, looking towards the cold grassland in the west... It was time to use the saved chess pieces.
A pure white holy light penetrated the heaven and earth.
White clouds were floating in the blue sky, and it was sunny all around.
It was already early spring on the grassland, and the weather was still very cold in early spring, but the snow had melted, and fresh green grass grew again on this black land. It was vaguely like the black land in his hometown of Liaodong in his memory, but Amuz knew that everything was over
It’s different, this is the western grassland, and my hometown is in the far east.
"Are you homesick again, dad?" Amuz's son asked with a smile. He looked different from his old father. He was young and handsome, with snow-white skin and golden hair inherited from his mother. Only his eyes were still black and shiny, and he could speak
Xianbei and the local dialect here can also be spoken.
Amuz sighed and said: "It's useless to think about it. We have been exiled by the Han emperor and will never be able to go back."
The young son's eyes brightened even more, and he unconsciously spoke in dialect: "I also want to hear the story of that powerful emperor. I heard you say that he is a powerful man who lives forever. Is there something special about his appearance?"
The breeze blew by, bringing with it a bit of freshness and coldness. Amuzi shivered and said with an unclear expression: "My father was still young at that time. He only saw the emperor once when he and Shanyu broke out of the siege. All he knew was that he had yellow skin like me.
, black hair, black eyes, can’t remember his face, I just remember that he was sitting on a golden chariot, his eyes sweeping over, like a god..."
As he spoke, he seemed to wake up from a start, stared at his son and said, "I am going to die of old age. There is nothing to be afraid of, but the emperors of the Han people live a very long time. If we attack here in the future, don't be at the forefront."
"...I understand."
The early morning sun passed between the father and his son, illuminating the herds of cattle and sheep in the distance, and the shepherds' tents in the distance.
Viewed from above, these tents are like white flowers blooming on a lush carpet, with a golden mushroom clustered in the middle - this new tribe named Northern Wei moved their golden tents here not long ago, and their strength spread thousands of miles away.
Quickly conquer the various barbarian tribes in this grassland.
At the top is the Xianbei tribe, followed by the remnants of the Northern Huns who were annexed along the ice sheet, and then the first tribes conquered by the western grasslands. They are then dominated by layers of control, and the circles are expanded, causing the panic of genocide to spread on this grassland.
The vague title of "God's Whip" has even been conveyed to some newly emerged island natives.
In almost three or four years, a powerful grassland kingdom emerged in this forgotten place.
As the herdsmen of all ethnic groups bowed in awe, a group of knights and shamans rushed into the camp, surrounding the middle-aged man at the head. The man turned over and landed at the door of the golden tent. The waiting guards all bowed down respectfully, with expressions of admiration: "
Da Chanyu
"Um."
Murong Zheng patted his gray-stained riding boots, handed the riding whip inlaid with gold thread and gems into the hands of the guards, returned to the tent alone, and looked at a map in trance...
This is a Taoist map with an old texture and extensive information. Various detailed information on the west side is constantly updated, while many labels on the east side have not been updated for a long time, and are filled with light yellow stains left by time.
"The Han Dynasty must have been fighting for forty years now..." Murong was murmuring softly, and in the candlelight, the bronze mirror reflected the white hair on his temples.
The cold and vast ice field allowed them to escape the pursuit of the Han people, but cut off news from the east. It was so far away that they could not even sense the dragon's energy. Murong Zheng still dreamed of the hellish battle sometimes at night, woke up in cold sweat, and prayed to the Western saints.
There will be no specific response at all.
The only response is - go west, life is in the west, return is in the west.
"Will he come after him?" This was his thought for the first ten years. Murong Zheng annexed the descendants of the Northern Huns along the way and formed a large tribe, which greatly replenished his vitality and made him nervous and ready to deal with pursuit at any time.
"Why haven't you come yet..." This was another ten years later. When the migrating tribe trekked thousands of miles across the ice field and finally arrived at this brand-new prairie, Murong Zheng had ideas that could revive them and take advantage of the cold winter.
to counter the idea of an expeditionary force.
Now that the Northern Wei Kingdom was re-established by integrating this grassland, Murong Zheng understood somewhat: "Maybe he is diligently repairing internal affairs and considering the pursuit cost of the expedition?"
"No wonder...but there are still more than two hundred years, and sooner or later there will be a war."
Everyone felt that there was hope of repelling the enemy, but no one would have thought that the powerful emperor was no longer in this world, and even the reign name had been changed twenty years ago.
Above the clouds, the Western saint did not explain this, but calmly displayed the holy miracles, calmly accepted the herdsmen's beliefs, and accepted the excellent cultivation seeds, without any emotional changes on his golden face...
A sufficient sense of crisis can suppress people like Murong Zheng to recover and grow. Excellent seeds need to possess strength, courage, and hatred, but they do not need to know the so-called truth.
The pure white holy light fell on the gentle hills not far from the Golden Tent, and a beam of light was deeply embedded in this black land.
White belongs to gold, belongs to the west, and belongs to conquest. With this holy light coming down, no one doubts it, but everyone is in high spirits - after twenty years of bitter cold, it is finally time to return.
That night, in the eyes of the natives, Murong Chanyu explained the funeral arrangements, led his generals to gallop over, and plunged into the holy light.
"My father and his generals are all disciples of the saints. They descended from heaven and now they have returned to heaven." The newly succeeded Shanyu announced at the democratic assembly gathered by various tribes, then he clenched the steel knife in his hand and stared coldly.
Everyone: "Now, I am your king."
All the indigenous chiefs stared at the blade in fear, lowered their heads in humility, and whispered in the native language: "The glory in heaven belongs to my Lord, and all the glory on earth belongs to you."
on the ground
The autumn wind is bleak, and there is a pass among the mountains in the southeast of Mur.
Only a few days before the heavenly court would award him the reward, the state government sent a letter urging Nanlian Zhenjun's government to use troops, and ordered him to resist to the end.
"A good person who resists to the end"
Ye Qing accepted the article and just sneered: "The true king has been conferred but the title has not been conferred. What are I waiting for? It turns out that the imperial court has been aware of the movements of the Northern Wei Dynasty and deliberately created a time lag to wait for me to defeat the Northern Wei Dynasty so that I can add insult to injury. It is justifiable.
Lose my title?"
Everyone was alert, Zhuge Liang came out and said: "If the name is not correct, the words will not be correct. Previously, the integration was under the guise of defending the Northern Wei Dynasty. Now delaying it may lead to rebuke."
"I'm afraid each family will also hesitate and separate." Sima Yi glanced at Zhuge Liang and said sideways.
Ye Qing hesitated for a few steps and then nodded: "Then let's fight...Who am I afraid of fighting with swords and guns on the table? It's just the right opportunity to show off our power in a grand way."
With one order, the storm surged across the entire state.
By mobilizing and rotating troops via waterways, the most elite 20,000 troops were gathered from strongholds in each county in one day to march westward along the railway that ran through the three counties in the north of the state.
When they arrived at the border of Lanqiu County, Ye Jiajun conducted reconnaissance from the front line and gathered intelligence from all aspects, and obtained further information about the Northern Wei Army.
"This time, in the name of helping to clean up the evil spirits in the outside world, there are 40,000 palace guards participating, as well as a thousand real people... The exact number is uncertain, but it is only much more than this estimate. The Lord needs to beware of the changes in the strength of this magician group.
Qualitative change.”
Ji Caizhu reported cautiously and turned to the next page: "We have captured Lanqiu County City. The county guards and soldiers have withdrawn from the city in advance. I am coming to apologize. He is an old official of the imperial court who surrendered. How should I deal with it, my lord?"
"I don't blame him for this, but I still have to be punished. I'll demote him by half a grade. At the same time, I can rehabilitate the county magistrate Guo Jia and replace him as an old official in the imperial court. This is a legitimate thing."
Ye Qing gave the order casually and ignored it, paying more attention to the adjustment of the military situation on the simulated sand table.
"Since I took over the three counties in the north of the state in the name of defending the Northern Wei Dynasty, and received this benefit, I have to shoulder the responsibility of defending the territory... Send the order, send troops to the county seat, and fight to the death with the enemy's cavalry."
20,000 foot archers versus 40,000 cavalry archers, the enemy also has a regiment of 1,000 real men...
The generals looked at each other and felt a little regretful that they did not have a large number of large yellow crossbows to support them at this time. They responded loudly: "Fight to the death with the enemy."
Ye Qing glanced at it, satisfied with the morale, and nodded: "Don't worry, this is not really about dying, it is just to show our attitude of defending the country, leaving the court officials speechless... Specifically in terms of high-end combat power,
We have a trump card here, which is more than enough to defeat the enemy."
"Could he be a saint..." Zhang Fangbiao blurted out, and then swallowed it back in the glare of all his colleagues. He laughed, knowing that this matter should only be revealed when he is facing the enemy.
In this game, it seems that he can be directly crushed by strength.