The bigger the event, the wider and faster it spreads.
For ordinary people, even if the two governments communicate with each other, it will take one to two to three years to get a reply.
This is certainly due to the fact that most of the imperial post stations have been cut down in recent years, which also shows the difficulty of communication.
But for many big forces, this is not the case.
The longer a powerful force has been inherited, the more channels and methods it has, not to mention precious objects like circular light mirrors that are analogous to magic weapons.
There is no shortage of faster communication methods than the eagle.
"brush!"
In the simple tent, a middle-aged man with a dark complexion suddenly opened his eyes, faced the surprised gazes of everyone in the tent, said nothing, and started writing quickly.
"Huh?"
There were quite a few people in the simple tent, and most of them were well-dressed. They were talking about something, but at this moment, they all looked at the middle-aged man.
"Cheng Liu, what did you find?"
The old man who was sitting upright and dressed in expensive clothes asked in a deep voice.
"Homecoming Lord"
The middle-aged man with a sallow face put down his pen and handed the letter to him:
"The message from my second brother is that the battle in Dingyang City has ended."
"So fast?"
The old man's expression tightened and he took the letter. He just glanced at it and almost jumped up. He exclaimed and looked out of the tent.
call!
Outside the tent, there was a biting cold wind and heavy snowfall. The huge city built on the mountains and rivers already had seven outlines.
Under the heavy snow, hundreds of thousands of civilians are still busy.
The old man hurriedly arrived outside the city, but was stopped by the soldiers guarding the city.
These were just two aliens who deserved a blood exchange, but the head of a wealthy family in the capital managed to smile:
"I have important business to go to the city to meet with the prince, and I would like to ask you two adults to be accommodating!"
"Despicable Akito."
The soldier looked at him with disdain and put down his sword:
"No one is allowed to stay in Qisha City for a long time. If you don't leave before sunset, you will die!"
"Yes Yes"
The old man's face turned blue and he lowered his head as he entered the city. The palm holding the letter talisman could not help but tighten a little.
There are no absolute secrets among big families.
Yu Changsheng's actions could not be concealed from other big clans. Before Yu Liu arrived outside the Pass, many clans from the Divine Capital and even Wanlong Dao had also sent their clansmen to come.
But there are still only a few people like the Cheng family who come from a single family.
However, after arriving outside the customs, everything they saw was completely different from what they imagined.
There is no back-and-forth, only indifference and contempt and disgust to the extreme.
"As long as I wait until I see the Seven Killing Kings, everything will change."
Comforting himself in his heart, the old man quickened his pace, nodded and bowed along the way, and gave away a lot of money before arriving outside the palace.
But when he saw the palace from a distance, his heart felt cold.
Outside the empty palace gate, dozens of people had gathered, everyone was dressed in brocade, and most of them were members of wealthy families.
"The head of the Cheng family actually came in person?"
Seeing the old man, the thousand people outside the door had different expressions, and one person even sneered:
"The news about the Cheng family is still quite limited."
"The old man!"
The head of the Cheng family gritted his teeth and felt a little colder.
"Your Majesty has an order!"
While everyone was discussing among themselves, a guard walked out of the house, met the expectant eyes of everyone, and sneered:
"Summon Cheng Wen'an!"
"yes!"
Hearing his own name, Cheng Wen'an swept away all the distracting thoughts in his mind, straightened his clothes and stepped forward.
When he walked to the front, everyone was shocked to realize that under his round hat, he had already shaved his hair and had a short haircut.
"This old man is so shameless!"
Everyone's faces were ashen, they looked at each other, and they couldn't help but touch their long hair.
Although the city is still a few steps away, the palace has already been completed, with nine entrances and nine exits, and all necessary facilities are available.
In the backyard, Cheng Wen'an knelt on the ground and kowtowed. After receiving the promise, he saw for the first time the legendary future Lord of the Dragon Court, the King of Seven Killers blessed by luck.
He was dressed in red armor and had a heroic face. He looked no older than his age, but his eyes seemed to be unfathomable.
As he glanced over with his peripheral vision, Cheng Wen'an couldn't help but hold his breath.
"It's sad and ridiculous to live three thousand years in vain and yet be no match for a mere junior."
A faint voice rang in his ears. Before Cheng Wen'an could reply, he had already left the backyard involuntarily:
"Seven Kills City leaves no waste. If you want to gain a foothold, show your sincerity!"
call!
In the wind and snow, Cheng Wen'an left with Zhi.
"Brother Dao, are you a little too harsh on these Mingren?"
Silently, a huge figure appeared in the backyard, holding a giant axe. It was none other than the Lord of the Golden Tent, Zhuo Ligetu.
If outsiders saw this scene, they would be shocked and shocked.
No one would have expected that the Lord of the Golden Tent would appear in the palace of the rebel king in the country, even showing a hint of respect.
The old demon from Montenegro would not be surprised.
Since Xuan Taiji, the previous leader of the Golden Tribe Royal Court, died from the backlash of the Seven Kills Dao Fruit, he has become the uncrowned king of the Sirius Dynasty.
Otherwise, he would not be able to integrate the entire royal court's elite tribe within a few years.
"People of the Ming Dynasty fear power rather than virtue. The more so, the more obedient they will be. On the contrary, if they are given courtesy, it will become a disaster.
Standing with his hands behind his back, the old Black Mountain demon said casually:
"When Ming was alive, they enjoyed all the wealth and honor in the world. Ming is not dead, but they have impatiently joined us. These speculators can only be dogs, not people."
"Best regards, Brother Tao!" Zhuo Ligetu couldn't help but nodded:
"If you can rebel against the Ming Dynasty, you can betray us! But Xu Wenji, a great talent of the true country, and several vanguard armies were all wiped out by him."
"Everything that is rotten will die without mercy." The old demon from Black Mountain looked calm:
"As for Xu Wenji, he and the imperial court's most powerful army of 200,000 divine planners will be the flames that will help me, Sirius, to rise from the ashes!
Only by burning everything can you rule the world!" "Zhuo Ligetu has learned a lesson!" The huge figure bowed his head.
"On the contrary, it's the boy who obtained this Taoist Fruit."
He handed the letter to Zhuo Ligetu casually, and the old Black Mountain demon's eyes became obscure:
"Is this the final backlash of the Central Plains artifact moving north? Either way, how could it be triggered without such a figure?" "How is it possible?!"
Following Zhuo Ligetu's exclamation, the figure of the old Black Mountain demon disappeared from the backyard: "My things are not that easy to get!"
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As everyone left, the battle in Dingyang City finally came to an end.
The Sun Also Rises.
Another year is approaching, but there is no joy of the new year in Dingyang City. There is only a deep silence and the sound of crying from time to time.
Fang Han walked numbly on the once noisy street, with a dull look on his face. In the distance, crowds of people gathered, and survivors in Dingyang City came from all directions.
That was the place where the captured Liansheng cultists were executed. "It's gone, it's all gone."
The cold wind brought the smell of blood and all kinds of noises, some gnashing teeth, some crying loudly, but Fang Han felt that his heart was empty.
In the cold wind, soldiers from the Northwest Road were busy cleaning up the mess after the battle. In the distance, there was the aroma of porridge and rice.
"Recruiting"
At a certain moment, his eyes moved and he walked towards the temporary recruiting platform set up near the porridge factory.
Teams of sharp soldiers stood on both sides, and several scribes sat at attention, recording the names of all those who wanted to join the army.
At the same time, some people were chanting the recruitment motto loudly.
"If the army has no wealth, the soldiers will not come; if the army has no reward, the land will not go! We don't say nothing here, but whoever joins our northwest army will receive twenty-eight taels of silver a year, not counting grain and rice, and harvests will not count.
"within"
"Anyone who joins our Northwest Army will be trained for three years and stationed in the city for one year. Within four years, they will not go to the battlefield and will be taught martial arts by martial arts masters!"
"If you can exchange blood four times, you can even teach intermediate martial arts. If you exchange blood more than seven times, you can even choose superior martial arts!"
Fang Han has seen a lot of recruitment these days. In the past few years, there was no lack of recruitment documents in Dingyang City, but he has never seen such a generous one.
In particular, not going to the battlefield for four years is simply unheard of.
"Let's go and join the army! I finally understand that this world is in chaos. Without martial arts and weapons, I can't live at all!"
"Done!"
"If you join the army, you will teach me to kill my blind date and slaughter my city. If I don't avenge this revenge, I, Han Fei, swear that I will not be a human being!" There was one sentence and two, and after a while, there were like a cloud of followers.
There were only over ten thousand survivors in Dingyang City, but most of them were strong. After a while, some people passed by, attracting more people to come forward.
Fang Han gritted his teeth and walked towards the recruiting platform.
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"The survivors of the catastrophe are all those with great luck, such as Han Fei and Fang Han. Those whose Qi numbers are purple, if they join the army, they will definitely become powerful generals."
Wang Muzhi withdrew his gaze.
The recruitment of troops in Dingyang City was naturally his intention.
I didn't miss him too much, I just waved my hand as a farewell, and in the next moment, I landed on the flying eagle and disappeared in the cold wind.
Qin Siran glanced at the recruiting platform with some curiosity, but couldn't see anything:
"The direction Mr. Wang is going seems to be" "Shuiyunguan Pass."
Yang Yu withdrew his gaze:
"Mr. Xu went to Shuiyunguan. There must be an explanation for what happened in Dingyang City." "Mr. Xu, I'm afraid he's very angry, right?"
Thinking of Xu Wenji's old-fashioned face, Qin Si looked at Yang Yu slightly nervously. "The deal is done. Even if the old man is angry, there is nothing he can do."
Yang Yu was very calm.
He was not allowed to take Dingyang City, but once it was taken, there was no reason to return it.
He doesn't care about the gains and losses of a city or a place, but there are also sergeants such as Qin Lihu, Wu Changbai, Jiang Wu, Fang Ada and others who are attacking this mansion.
As Wang Muzhi said, fighting for the world is not about treating guests to dinner. Maybe there is really no way to be gentle, courteous and thrifty.
"It's not easy for Mr. Lao. He has been an important minister of the imperial court all his life." Qin Si sighed slightly.
"His old man"
Yang Yu was silent for a moment, and after a while, the goshawk descended, setting off a large amount of wind and snow.
"Woof woof!"
In the distance, the sound of dogs barking came.
After not seeing each other for nearly a year, the white dog seemed very excited, wagging its tail and whining constantly. It had gained a lot of weight, but it was not doing well.
A white dog with a high rank, Lian Shengjiao would not treat him harshly. Not only did he eat and drink well, but he also presented a large number of beautiful female dogs with good coats.
Having been a breeding dog for nearly a year, it naturally consumes a lot of energy and spirit.
"Ming Ming!"
Qin Siru stroked its hair lovingly. The guy rubbed it for a while, then suddenly let out a low whimper. Then, a timid little bitch walked out of the shadow next to it.
"noob?"
Of course Yang Yu was not surprised, but Qin Xi exclaimed in surprise. The little bitch had a big belly, and she was obviously pregnant with puppies. "It's been ten months, and this is the only litter?"
After glancing at the downcast white dog, Yang Yu kicked it: "You can take care of your own wife and children."
"Ming Ming!"
After being kicked, this guy was very happy. When he turned around, his body grew several times bigger, and he got on the goshawk with his wife in his mouth.
"Alas~"
The goshawk screamed in dissatisfaction, but acquiesced.
Instead of the mother-in-law, the old man got the goshawk and looked at the aggrieved Baihe. Yang Yu shook his head slightly: "Get up!"
throat!
The goshawk flapped its wings and left Dingyang City under the gaze of many people. In the sea of clouds, Yang Yu looked down at the city.
He was seriously injured, and his five senses were greatly weakened, but he could still vaguely sense that the fairyland under the city was about to open. But this was about to happen, and without a blood sacrifice, it might be ten years, or maybe twenty years.
Of course he won't wait here.
Above the goshawk, the old man opened his arms, and his true energy covered his family like a bell, digesting the true energy of Sansha Sanren. He was already approaching the realm of the melting pot.
"Sacrifice Seal.
Sitting next to Yang Yu, Qin Si felt worried.
In the past two days, she tried dozens of times, but she was still unable to shake the body-sacrifice seal. Its weight exceeded the limit of what she could handle.
At this moment, she was very worried. She was afraid that after completing the ceremony, she would also
"Brother Yang"
Gently holding the beauty's hand, Yang Yu seemed very indifferent. After twenty years of hard work, he was no longer the beggar boy who panicked when something happened.
"It's just a little bit of wind and frost.
The calm voice soothed Qin Si's worries, and leaning on his arm, she felt very at ease.
"Dingyang City, Lianshengjiao"
Taking another look at Dingyang City, which was almost empty, Yang Yu lowered his eyes.
At this moment, his five senses could not even perceive three feet away, but his mind became more and more transparent and clear.
Through the mysterious changes of the Eight-nine Mysterious Skills, he even saw some things more clearly and clearly than before.
"The artifact falls into the Big Dipper, and the Sirius kills Liansheng"
There were ripples in my heart.
During the day and night of conversation, Wang Muzhi talked a lot about the government and the public, about the world, about martial arts, and about the ten capitals.
More is the future.
With the achievement of the Ten Capitals, Wang Muzhi's magical power has advanced to the third level with the help of the baptism of the Sea of Laws, and he can see more.
In the future he saw, the artifact was moved, the border was broken, the Sirius invaded, and the Central Plains fell for three hundred years.
But, that's all.
You can get a glimpse of it or guess the whole picture, but it is not the whole picture. At least, Wang Muzhi has not seen when the so-called natural change will come.
only,
"The future he sees is still without me."
Huhu~
The goshawk flapped its wings, and suddenly it was ten miles away. In less than half a month, it had entered the territory of the Northwest Road.
At a certain moment, Yang Yu opened his eyes.
He looked around, and from here, he could already see Chongzhou City lying on the ground.
Faintly, he felt the tremor of Kuixing level again.