"Sir, where are we going?" Weng Lian punted out of the Guzhi Secret Realm. Under the refreshing autumn scenery, his expression was very wary, "There is no order from the Immortal Lord..."
"Senior, there's no need to be nervous." Chen Tian took over the conversation and said slowly, "I promised Miss Liu that I won't leave until I finish it."
Weng Lian had just seen Chen Tian's extremely superb martial arts. If he was forced to stay, he would probably end up dead in the water.
But Chen Tian saw through his mind, and he felt a little embarrassed, so he had to continue what he had said before: "We are going to Wuwan on this trip? Wong Tai Sin has been frequently conducting face-to-face reconnaissance recently, so it's time to go and have a look."
Last night, Lao Yu broke into Guzhi's headquarters at night, and then escaped without a trace, but Huang Taixian seemed to be a different person from him, and no detailed information was received.
Therefore, Wong Tai Sin is still sending out a large number of mountain ghosts, digging almost three feet into the ground, looking for the entrance to Gu Zhi's headquarters inch by inch.
"Yes, we are going to Wuwan." Chen Tian looked at the waves in the water and said frankly, "I plan to launch an offensive against Wong Tai Sin the day after tomorrow and recapture the Feng Shui Spring in one fell swoop."
"What?" Weng Lian was shocked.
His hands that were holding the bamboo pen trembled suddenly, and then he turned back and stared at Chen Tian intently, and said nonchalantly: "Is it really the day after tomorrow?"
You must know that Huang Taixian's own cultivation level is not low. He is only half a step away from entering the spiritual platform realm. At the same time, he also absorbed the remnant soul of Netherworld Shura, and his spiritual consciousness has become extremely sharp since then.
Moreover, he also occupies the Feng Shui springs, absorbs a lot of spiritual energy, refines a large number of miasma mandrills, and has many disciples.
But what about Gu Zhi?
The water demon private army has just received training, and now they only master military formations, and they have only just learned the rudiments of steel-fork martial arts.
So how to fight Wong Tai Sin?
Weng Lian had so many thoughts that he couldn't believe his ears. At the beginning, Liu Yiyi couldn't defeat Wong Tai Sin with his strength at the ninth level of the Life Awakening Realm. Now, he could create a miracle with just a strange private army of water demons?
"My lord, may I ask why you are so complacent?" Weng Lian repeated his words and said thoughtfully, "You must be careful about matters of life and death. I hope you will be cautious."
Of course Chentian knew that Weng Lian was extremely worried. After all, Gu Zhi had encountered one series of changes and had been hiding in the secret realm for more than half a year. He no longer had the courage to secretly control Gusu City.
Nowadays, the talents are withering, and the main backbone is dead and injured. If Liu Yiyi insists on the overall situation, Guzhi will be dispersed long ago.
But Chen Tian did not explain much, nor did he comfort Weng Lian. He just said calmly: "There is nothing to be afraid of Huang Taixian, senior, don't worry."
It's not that Chen Tian intends to be too powerful, but she really feels that Huang Taixian is not worth mentioning. Even if he is stronger and claims to be a god by occupying the Fengshui Spring in Daigui Mountain, she can't compare to Brahma Kirin Bodhisattva who is about to enter the realm of return to truth and ascend to the immortal world?
Tianzhu Mountain has overturned the northwest, and Pu Ji finally works in the Yongtai City Lord's Mansion to pay off debts. What kind of trouble can the mere monster Wong Tai Sin cause?
certainly.
You cannot say these words to Weng Lian, lest your identity be exposed, as long as you know it yourself.
Weng Lian turned his head and saw that Chen Tian's face was calm and calm, and he didn't pay attention to Huang Taixian at all. He felt inexplicably calm in his heart, as if he had a chance to win.
"I wonder what kind of weapons Mr. Shang is good at using? Wei Zhi will do his best to purchase them."
"Whatever." Chen Tian waved his hand, indicating that it didn't matter.
Weng Lian was stunned for a moment, with a look of embarrassment on his face. Apart from the spar on the boat just now, he had never seen any weapons that Chen Tian was good at.
But having a private army of 1,200 water demons holding steel forks is somewhat inappropriate. Does Gu Zhi still want to lose face?
"It doesn't matter what you want, the micro-job will be taken care of." Weng Lian gritted his teeth and responded.
Chen Tian nodded and didn't pay much attention. He stood on the deck covering his hands and looked into the distance. He found that Gusu City on the shore was shrouded in war clouds and was desolate.
The battlements and turrets have long since removed their flammable cantilevered corners and replaced them with war tents. Even from ten miles away, you can see densely packed barbs of horse-rejecting horses standing like a forest.
Some time ago, the martial law in Gusu City was relatively relaxed, and you could come and go freely as long as you spent some gold and silver, but now it is obviously completely blocked.
The trestle pier that was originally bustling with tourists has now turned into groups of armored soldiers, with solemn expressions and tense at the slightest movement.
The autumn wind carried the chill, blowing the bright red crown tassel on the helmet and making a rustling sound.
"Most of the trade routes in Gusu City have stopped. How can those labor trackers make a living?" Chen Tian suddenly said.
Weng Lian blurted out without thinking: "It's better to fight for the foundation of the family. If you can't bear it, you will sell your children and daughters. Life will have to go on and you will have to eat."
"After the autumnal equinox, it's almost the beginning of winter." Chen Tian sighed.
The northern region of Cangxi is not as good as the southern Xinjiang where it feels like spring all year round. After the autumn rain, the temperature gets lower day by day, and in just three or four days it becomes necessary to wear cotton and fur.
Compared with wealthy people, this is nothing more than the rotation of the four seasons, and life has a unique taste.
But for civilians, it is undoubtedly a life-and-death test, especially in times of war and chaos. It is not an easy task to protect the whole family.
Of course Weng Lian is well aware of this meaning.
After all, every time there is heavy snow in the middle of winter, there will inevitably be a new batch of young girls in Yanliu Lane, and the price is very cheap, just two pieces of cold steamed buns.
[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]
At this time, the Black Tiger Gang can often recruit a large group of dead soldiers, and the cost is also very low, just leftovers.
"Mr. Shang plans to do some business based on this?" Weng Lian thought for a while and said in deep thought, "In fact, we don't have to wait until the beginning of winter. The Yin family's coalition forces and the city lord's palace have repeatedly attacked and conquered, and families can be seen everywhere."
"Human life is not valuable."
"If Mr. Shang intends to get involved in the people's business, if he just takes out half a tael of gold, he can buy thousands of green golds in one day, which can be used to mine or smelt iron and make back the money in two months."
Hear this.
Chen Tian turned to look at Weng Lian, and a feeling of sadness suddenly surged into his heart, lingering for a long time.
"These traffickers and lackeys are also living people..." Chen Tian said, suddenly fell silent, then sighed and waved his hands, "Let's go to Wuwan and have a look."
As the boat passed the middle of the lake, the autumn wind became stronger.
The white waves surged with the cold air, which was so cold that it penetrated the bones. It was so cold that the kingfisher just wanted to skim across the water and flew into the forest in a hurry and disappeared.
Passing by the East Gate Pier, two fishermen were fishing with open arms, their veins exposed under the steam of sweat.
They rowed for a long time, feeling that there was something at the bottom of the net, and hurriedly drew out the outline. However, the boat was light and the wind was strong, so they failed several times.
With a popping sound, the old fishing net suddenly cracked open, and the small fish inside immediately ran away.
The fisherman was shocked. Without any hesitation, he immediately jumped out of the boat, jumped into the autumn water, and struggled to collect the fishing net and pull it to the boat.
Chen Tian secretly channeled his spiritual energy to help him get ashore, and approached and said, "How was the harvest, old man?"
The two fishermen, who were barely wearing a complete set of clothes, were obviously father and son. After pulling up the fishing net, they collapsed on the ground.
Seeing Chen Tian's well-dressed appearance, they thought someone else's young master had sneaked out of the city, and respectfully said, "Young master, do you want to try the sea bass? Eat it sliced raw, it tastes delicious!"
"Bass? Is there another one here?" Chen Tian was confused.
The old fisherman was shivering from the cold. He hurriedly wiped off the water stains on the tip of his nose, bowed deeply and smiled: "As long as the young master likes to eat, I will catch the geese in the sky for you to taste."
Chen Tian threw out half an ingot of broken silver and signaled them to get on the boat: "Thank you, old man, please do it. I just want to try the fine seabass." After receiving the broken silver, the old fisherman beamed with joy and slapped his son on the back of the head, urging him to hurry up.
