Yinwu Fort in the Northern Territory is far away from Xianyue Valley.
The straight-line distance from east to west is more than 3,700 miles. It was still midnight in Xieyue Valley, but Yin Jianye had already finished his breakfast accompanied by Xiao Taohong.
The sky had just broken, and the early autumn sunshine filtered through the lattice windows and the ground was golden. After Yin Jianye did some things during the dinner, he leaned on the railing and looked into the distance.
I saw Xiao Taohong cleaning up the fallen flowers and leaves in the courtyard. The meadowsweet was beaten by the wind and rain last night, and dripped all over the ground. The lingering fragrance was quiet, just like the rain flower tea overnight.
In fact, Xiao Taohong's appearance is not outstanding. If compared with the hundreds of grass, tree and flower fairies in Zhinongtang, she can barely be among them.
With Yin Jianye's status as the young head of the Yin family in Cangxi, he could recruit beautiful women to surround him, but Xiao Taohong had an irreplaceable place in his heart.
"It's so similar. If my sister were around, I would be as graceful as her." Yin Jianye thought to himself.
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise, and he looked beyond Xiao Taohong to the Yin family's main city to the south, full of longing.
There has been no news from Miaotong for 2,481 days since she was elected to the Elder Pavilion six years ago. Is she really just in seclusion?
Even if you are in seclusion, there should be changes in the world that break through the realm, right?
Yin Jianye shook his head slightly, and the suspicion in his heart became more serious when he thought that none of the clansmen who were selected as closed disciples by the Elder Pavilion showed up again.
He has never thought about the worst. In order to escape from the vast world, the so-called ancestors in the Elder Pavilion have been reborn again and again. Will they eventually extend their poisonous hands to their descendants?
Yin Jianye didn't have a final conclusion in his heart, and he didn't dare to make a final decision.
But fortunately, Elder Wuying explained the situation to him more than once. Yin Miaotong was still alive, but at the critical moment when he was still breaking through to return to the true state. Six years of seclusion was nothing, and ten years was unknown.
Return to true state?
How many times has Cang Xi been in the realm of returning to his true nature in his ten thousand years in the world?
What's more, Yin Miaotong is only a seventeen-year-old girl in her prime. She is really talented and is about to create an everlasting legend?
It has to be said that the statement made by the Five Shadow Elders is full of holes and has flaws everywhere.
But Yin Jianye still believed it, and he believed it completely. He was sure that his sister was a peerless talent, and no one could match her.
Therefore, in order for Elder Pavilion to continue to provide Yin Miaotong with natural resources and treasures, he obeyed his advice and worked hard without complaining.
Previously, the Nanjiang Hai Clan led a fleet to the city, and Yin Jianye single-handedly persuaded them to retreat to the waves, and at the same time, he also accepted the barbarians from Fuming Mountain.
Now that Chen Tian suddenly descended on the Northern Territory and killed all the powerful families, Yin Jianye also stepped forward to serve as the vanguard of the rescue.
Yin Jianye works hard and sleeps day and night, does he have no ambition to succeed as the head of the Yin family?
Yes, of course there is, and it's very strong.
Because he wanted to use his position as the head of the family to thoroughly find out the whereabouts of his sister. If anything happened to her, he felt that she could be buried with her in the Elder Pavilion.
How about Elder Pavilion?
What about our ancestors?
Whoever dares to touch my sister will be destroyed by the will of heaven!
A fierce look flashed across Yin Jianye's eyes, and he was so startled that the sky suddenly flashed, as if a rainbow pierced the sun.
"What's wrong?" Yin Jianye saw Xiao Taohong in the courtyard looking up, and knowingly asked, he put on a warm smile and walked closer, "What are you writing?"
Xiao Taohong rubbed her eyes and thought she had seen it wrong. She pointed to the small words piled up by meadowsweet petals at her feet and said with a smile: "The red falls all night and the wind blows slowly, and the wind blows slowly in autumn."
"Oh, what a talent." Yin Jianye took off the dead branches hanging by her ears and was about to praise her a few more times. Suddenly, a south wind blew through the hall and swept the petals all over the ground.
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He straightened the broken hair in front of Xiao Taohong's forehead, stroked his hands and smiled: "It's not like Feng Kuangqiu cares."
Xiao Taohong smiled, standing in the silhouette of the bright sunshine at the corner of the eaves, lifted up her skirt, picked up the broom and said: "Yes, regardless of the wind and autumn, I have to sweep the floor again."
Just say it.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
At this time, a spy from the Magistrate's Hall happened to break in from the south chamber door. He was surprised to see Yin Jianye smiling like a spring breeze.
My young master still has this face? Hasn't he always had a straight face and never smiled?
The next moment.
Yin Jianye noticed the spies and immediately stopped smiling. He looked like the supreme young master of the Yin family, Cang Xi, who was keeping people away from him for thousands of miles.
"A battle report came from Gusu City?"
"Exactly!"
Yin Jianye saw Xiao Taohong walking away in a sensible manner. He sat down on the stone bench and nodded: "Tell me, did you win or lose?"
"One win, two losses." The spy was a little uneasy and added tremblingly, "In the previous battle of Muye, Chen Tian's 20,000 infantry attacked the 700,000 Yin family's coalition forces. The headquarters suffered a loss of 200,000, and its vitality was severely damaged."
"Continue." Yin Jianye frowned.
But he did not get angry. He had obviously expected that the 700,000 servants raised by the Dragon and Tiger Cavalry along the way were not very powerful, and it was reasonable for them to be injured.
It's just that he didn't expect that 20,000 infantry could actually achieve ten times the victory. It was really an exaggeration.
Yin Jianye realized that Chentian, who had integrated the four heavens, was indeed very powerful. Although he was unable to mobilize his spiritual power for some reason, he was also a first-rate master in managing the army and the people.
Seeing that Yin Jianye was indifferent and the spies didn't know his mood, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and said:
"Fortunately, Yin Jiancheng of the Griffin Legion came to the rescue in time. He went into battle with injuries the next day. He had already forced Chen Tian to retreat into Xieyue Valley and did not dare to take another step towards Dai Guishan."
"After this."
"The various servant armies made successive attacks, but all ended in failure. Among them, Linjiang City suffered the most heavy losses, and most of the young men from the Wang and Zhao families died in the battle."
Yin Jianye didn't have much impression of this.
Because in the territory of the Yin clan, Gusu City, the third most prosperous city in the northern region of Cangxi, is among tens of thousands of cities and cannot be ranked, let alone the even more declining Linjiang City.
If these families are destroyed, they will be destroyed. As long as the Yin family receives 10% less from the Cangxi Northern Territory, another big family will surely rise in less than ten years.
It can be said to be inexhaustible and inexhaustible.
But there was one force that paid special attention to him, and he leaned over and asked: "What happened to the barbarian Wu Tu? He fought with Chen Tian, and what were the casualties?"
"A tragic defeat. Only 6,000 of the 30,000 giant elephant barbarians are left. They are currently resting in Gusu City. Most of the rest were killed or captured by Chen Tian."
Yin Jianye was stunned.
Previously, in order to integrate the barbarians in southern Xinjiang, he personally went to Fuming Mountain. He was particularly interested in the strength of Wu Tu's tribe, and even wanted to make him a subordinate even at the cost of marriage.
Now Wutu has actually been defeated?
Is this Chen Tian too strong, or is the mammoth elephant weak?
Yin Jianye knew very well that the barbarians were not a ragtag group like the servant army, and there must be irreversible factors in their defeat.
He waved his hand to signal the spies from the Governor's Hall to step back, opened the battle report, and found something fishy.
"Guigen Terracotta Warriors?"
"Can a group charge defeat the dragon and tiger cavalry?"
Yin Jianye frowned deeply, realizing that although Chen Tian's troops did not have a numerical advantage, they were better equipped and had countless weird magic weapons.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for 20,000 infantry to attack the 700,000 coalition army led by the Dragon and Tiger Cavalry, and achieve a victory of 200,000.
"You have the art of puppet mechanism, don't you think the great Yin family of ten thousand years doesn't have it?" Yin Jianye sneered in his heart.
He knocked on the stone table.
A graceful figure immediately emerged from the shadows. She held up a tung oil bamboo paper umbrella to block the sun, and gave a slight blessing: "I have met the young master."
