On the banks of the Wei River, Xun Shaoyu was dressed in armor, looking at the vast swaying Wei River with a flying expression.
Sometimes a bird flies by, touches the water waves slightly, and makes ripples.
Looking at the vast Wei River, on the other side, there is smoke and dust sweeping across, the military formations are mighty, and the bright battles are connected together, glowing with dazzling light.
Xun Shaoyu sighed quietly: "Liu Changxun, Liu Changxun's battle is probably the last battle between you and me."
Years of fighting and fighting, and the rampage on the battlefield, have already made him a little tired.
Xun Shaoyu's body was only thirty years old, but his temples were already a little frosty white.
Of course, since the defeat of Liu Yu, Xun Shaoyu's red dragon has achieved great success, supporting Yang Long's great fortune. Riding on this great victory, the army is unfavorable. There are several states in the south, Yizhou and Jingzhou are the first.
It fell into the hands of Xun Shaoyu.
What's more, the great fortune of heaven and earth gathered together to create the red dragon in the south, and the black dragon in the north of the Tule people in Wei Ting was in a stalemate.
However, with this great fortune, although Xun Shaoyu was victorious in every battle, not many people knew the pressure and taste of it.
Now, Xun Shaoyu and his 300,000 Yue troops are marching to the banks of the Wei River. The battle with Wei Ting general Liu Changxun will determine the future of the Central Plains' three hundred years of Qi.
"In this battle, we will lose the battle between the north and the south! Take a look and see whether it is the Hu people in the north who are still alive and well, or our Zhuhua culture who is reviving again."
Xun Shaoyu had a complex expression on his face, looking at the military camps on the other side from a distance.
After more than ten years of military service, fighting on the battlefield, and struggling to survive in the face of death, even though he was at the peak of his maternal family, his body was outstanding in martial arts, and he was still covered in bruises.
This injury not only comes from the body, but also from the deep exhaustion of the soul.
Although the battlefield is a romance that only belongs to men, if it lasts for more than ten years, even a war madman should be tired.
"Your Majesty,"
A chamberlain came forward and said with a mellow voice: "Zen Master Lingtong has arrived at the camp gate and is waiting for the king's summons."
The complicated look on Xun Shaoyu's face became more and more intense, and he said, "Oh, the old Zen master is here?"
After all, Zen Master Liaotong, the abbot of Daci’an Temple in Yizhou, was also his mentor!
The chamberlain lowered his head and said: "Yes,"
Xun Shaoyu smiled slightly and said silently: "This mentor of Gu is a noble person in this life."
Back then, if it hadn't been for the cultivation of the monk Liao Tong, how would he, a mere kid from a poor family, have the opportunity to stand out, and even be called a loner?
military camp tent,
White tents stretch endlessly, as if the entire world has been dyed pale.
Zen Master Liao Tong pinched the rosary beads with his fingertips. Each rosary bead seemed to have been immersed in it for a long time.
After twenty years of hard work, the great monk has cultivated his magic power. He is already at the top of this world, but he is bound by cause and effect and cannot be freed repeatedly.
Even though the Buddhist method does not pay attention to skin and flesh, the powerful Buddhist magical power makes the great monk look as if he is in his prime.
"Unexpectedly, the old monk also made a mistake one day. He left me without saying goodbye for twenty years. What a big surprise this young disciple gave me!"
The old monk looked at the ferocious black tiger above the military camp, and his fingertips froze for a moment.
Black Tiger lowered his eyes and looked at the old monk with a sudden and intense coldness.
The old monk smiled and shook his head slightly. Although his Buddha's heart was always frightened, the old monk's expression remained unchanged.
Along the way, groups of soldiers were holding armor and swords. The cavalry were wandering around the tents, creating a chilling atmosphere.
Outside the big tent, there were even more sword and shield soldiers standing with scrutinizing eyes. They were all wearing heavy armor and their strong bodies were like black towers.
Xun Shaoyu looked calm and said: "Master, long time no see."
The old monk looked around the big tent. Inside the big tent, it was quite simple. There was only one square of public cases and a row of ordnance on each side.
As the lord of the south and the illustrious king of Yue, it is rare to see him be so simple.
"Namo Amitabha!" the great monk Luotong chanted the Buddha's name in an unhurried tone.
"I haven't seen him in twenty years. The benefactor is so handsome. He is sitting in the south and has the hope of the world. It is really gratifying and congratulatory."
Xun Shaoyu lowered his eyes and said: "Master, please take a seat."
He stretched out his hand gently, and immediately a servant came into the tent carrying a stool.
Monk Liao Tong shook his robe and sat down slowly: "In this way, the old monk has thanked the donor."
Xun Shaoyu looked at the old monk with a smile on his lips and said: "The golden face of the master is really rare. If there are not some capable people and strangers under the command of the lonely king, I really don't know when the lonely king will be able to see the master again."
When he was in a low position, it was Xun Shaoyu who was hiding from the great monk. However, after Xun Shaoyu gradually ascended to a high position, it was the great monk who was hiding from Xun Shaoyu.
Of course, this was not a great monk deliberately avoiding Xun Shaoyu.
The law does not favor the noble!
Although a real person's Taoist career is the pinnacle of this world, he is no more than an enemy of a hundred people. For example, if Xun Shaoyu suddenly becomes malicious, he can easily crush any cultivator to death with just one battalion of soldiers.
This is also the reason why some people with advanced cultivation will not easily reveal their magic in front of nobles. People who practice spiritually yearn for immortality, so how can they entrust their lives to others?
"Namo Amitabha! There is a destiny but not a destiny, a cause but not a cause, cause and condition, fate and cause. The benefactor is now the king of Yue, ruling thousands of miles south, expelling the barbarians, and great achievements can be expected." The face of the great monk Lingtong was plain, without compassion or sadness.
happiness.
"The old monk is very happy, very happy!!"
Xun Shaoyu was silent when he heard the words, his expression gradually condensed.
As the overlord who unified the south, Xun Shaoyu's dragon energy was so strong at this moment, and he had great fortune, shining like a furnace.
As Xun Shaoyu, in his later years, he made a great contribution to Ci'an Temple. Although he did not participate in the Dragon Fight in any practical sense, he still gained a great harvest.
Moreover, with this kind of love, Da Ci'an Temple has also grown rapidly, becoming a giant of southern Buddhism.
Xun Shaoyu knew that in the eyes of this old monk, the weight of Ci'an Temple was probably much greater than that of his own body.
"You don't know how to drive away the barbarians, the battle between the fate of the north and the south, what will be the outcome?"
Xun Shaoyu sighed deeply: "Since King Gu swept across the southern land, there has been no shortage of people who have practiced spiritual practice. They are proud of their own magic and seek the position of national master. I don't know what master can teach Gu?"
The great monk frowned, his mind suddenly changed, and then he slowly relaxed.
The position of national master is of great importance!
The great monk Lingtong knew very well that Xun Shaoyu today is no longer the childish shepherd boy he was back then.
Xun Shaoyu's ruthlessness in purging the monarchs of Danyang Prefecture made all the lucky cultivators understand the true meaning of the saying that the princes were angry and shed blood and drifted away.
A series of ghosts and gods, millions of people, were purged by Xun Shaoyu. The underworld collapsed and hundreds of years of foundation were overturned.
Some practitioners think that if they have some practice, they can have no scruples, belittle princes and be arrogant to ministers.
But Xun Shaoyu used practical actions to let those ghosts and gods with delusional thoughts know what the glorious Dharma of humanity is, like a furnace and a prison.
The way of a king is that happiness and anger cannot be expressed in color. Once anger arises, blood will flow and corpses will be scattered thousands of miles away.
The old monk frowned and said slowly: "The national preceptor is the preceptor of a country. He is of high rank, close to the title of king, or the preceptor of the emperor. How can I treat him lightly?"
Although there are some reservations, but they are not fully implemented, they can be considered as clear-cut attitudes and there is no obvious intention to cause harm.
Xun Shaoyu's expression softened slightly and he was silent. If the great monk thought that he would just talk nonsense based on this little affection, he would definitely let the great monk die in a peaceful manner.
How can a cultivator hold a high position?
Throughout all the dynasties and dynasties, whenever there were great Buddhists and Taoists, their kingdoms ranged from dozens to less than a hundred and five. They were all short-lived dynasties. How could it be without reason?
Xun Shaoyu looked as if nothing had happened and said: "It seems that among these Buddhist practitioners, there are always some people with ulterior motives who try to fool the lonely king."
The great monk Lingtong just silently recited the Buddha's name.
With the great monk's experience, it is quite difficult to figure out Xun Shaoyu's thoughts.
After all, today is different from the past. He has a thorough understanding of ordinary people, and it is natural for him to pick up things from a bag.
But Xun Shaoyu, the dragon's energy covers the sky and the sun, and the canopy condenses the seven colors.
Even with the great monk's magical power, if you want to get a glimpse of Xun Shaoyu's thoughts, you will definitely have to work hard every time.
Along the Wei River,
boom!
boom!
boom!
There are over 10,000 soldiers and armor, boundless, and banners are flying all the way.
The black energy rises like a wolf, with green wolf eyes showing cruelty and viciousness. Looking at the black tiger on the other side, the wolf is not willing to be outdone, baring its teeth and claws, eager to compete, wanting to compete.
Liu Changxun was dressed in military uniform. He was old and strong, like an eagle's eyes, cold and sharp, as if piercing the eyes.
Tens of thousands of cavalry were like bursts of thunder, exploding in the ears and sweeping up a roar.
"This battle determined the north and the south. It is destined to leave a name in history and be remembered all over the world."
"I, the great Wei Ding, have been in charge of determining the fate of the country for a hundred and twenty years, and the pagoda cavalry is invincible in the world. In this battle, let me hold the sky with just one hand!"
Liu Changxun moved his long beard, and there was a strong fighting spirit in his eyes.
Liu Changxun, who has been a general for generations, is certainly from the Song Dynasty. But when he was a general in the Wei Dynasty, he was a loyal minister and did not serve the two masters. He served in the army for decades and suppressed countless rebels along the way.
The Northern Territory of the Wei Dynasty is still stable today, and Liu Changxun has at least three-thirds of the contribution.
It can be said that Liu Changxun was another pillar of the Wei court after Ku Rile, the great master of the Wei Dynasty.
Therefore, although Liu Changxun was from the Song Dynasty, his actual status was much more noble than many of the great Turle heroes.
This is an example of the people of the Song Dynasty who counterattacked and made great achievements among the Tule people.
Liu Changxun held his whip and pointed to the other side of the Wei River in the distance. He talked about his youthful madness and said arrogantly: "When my army arrives, the army formation is like a mountain, and the soldiers are like mountains. A sinking horse can fill the river, and throwing a whip can stop the flow. In this world, I am still the one.
The country of the Wei Dynasty is still the country of my country, the Wei Dynasty."
boom!!
Tens of thousands of cavalry, in action, it is like the earth is cracking and the mountains are falling. This is the iron cavalry of the Pagoda, which can run rampant in the world, become full of rebellion, and is invincible in the world.
"Monk Fang, Monk Fang, you are a traitor and a traitor, what are you going to do to break the iron flow of this pagoda?"
Liu Changxun turned his horse around, and the horse's hoofs thundered.