Enzhou Xicheng.
Ji Chang looked at his second son in front of him and sighed slightly in his heart.
"Father, look, these are all given to me by Da Zhu!"
Ji Fa happily took things out of his bag and put them on the table.
There are black bird ornaments, small bronze tripods, Chaoge land deeds, white robes symbolizing nobility...
He even took these things with him when he marched and fought.
"Da Zhu has been very kind to me. He said Dashang's future depends on me!"
Seeing his old father again, Ji Fa kept describing to Ji Chang his wonderful life in Chaoge.
Everyone knew that he was the future star hand-picked by Baiyao. Even the civil and military ministers who were more senior than him were polite when they saw him.
In Xiqi, although everyone respects him very much.
But Ji Fa knew that people's eyes were actually focused on his father and eldest brother.
It was different in Chaoge. Others respected and envied him from the bottom of their hearts. Even Wucheng King Huang Feihu often invited him to drink tea, and even said that he would give him one of the five-color sacred cows when they gave birth.
Ji Chang felt very uncomfortable looking at his son's beaming expression.
He listened quietly and reminded:
"Fa'er, in Chaoge, you have to make a lot of friends."
"I have a lot of friends."
Ji Fa patted his chest and said that he had already become one with the generals.
Ji Chang nodded, turned around and took out a box.
When I opened it, I saw that it was all jade shells!
He pushed the box in front of Ji Fa and said seriously:
"Keep this money and use it to improve your popularity, not only with the generals, but also with the civil servants in the court. If you don't have enough money, ask your father for it."
Ji Fa noticed that something was wrong with his father today, but he couldn't explain it, so he wondered:
"Dad, I will be a pillar of a great businessman in the future. I will just kill the enemy and make military exploits. Da Zhu is very optimistic about me, so there is no need to go around and make friends, right?"
Ji Chang felt helpless and said softly:
"Your mother asked me to tell you that she misses you very much."
Until the end, he never said a word to his son, who was a pioneer, to be safe.
…
Chongcheng.
A blizzard swept across the world, and it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night.
If it weren't for a plant called green grass growing in the far north that is not afraid of severe cold and is edible by humans and animals, this place could be called a hell on earth.
Suddenly, a cultivator braved the heavy snow and returned to Chongcheng with his sword.
He quickly flew over Beibohou Mansion and landed directly in a courtyard. He opened the door and looked at the man eating in front of him, silently.
Yuan Futong was wearing a big coat, and his young face was full of vicissitudes that were completely inconsistent with his age. He was concentrating on eating noodles in his mouth.
This is the tenth time in his life that he has eaten noodles.
The first time he ate it, before he inherited the title, Chonghou Hu rewarded his father with several bags of white noodles.
Beihai was so miserable that even he, the son of a marquis, had to go out to herd cattle and sheep when he was a child.
As if to recall the taste of his childhood, he quickly finished the noodles and licked the bowl clean.
Yuan Futong patted his belly and breathed a long sigh of relief:
"I rebelled just because of this..."
The practitioner named Han Qing saw him finish eating and said expressionlessly:
"Master Marquis, reinforcements from the Yin Shang Dynasty have arrived in Enzhou, numbering 600,000."
"Six hundred thousand?" Yuan Futong was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "This is too much for me."
Han Qing was silent for a moment and said:
"Should we shrink the front?"
"You know shit."
Yuan Futong glanced at Han Qing, then looked at the map on the wall, thought for a long time, and said:
"We don't have the strength to confront the Yin Shang army head-on, unless the little god brings another 200,000 people over."
He stood up, pointed at the map and said:
"The opponent has nearly a million troops. As long as Wen Zhong and Na Da Zhu are not fools, they will definitely attack Chongcheng and Beihai at the same time, forcing me to divide our troops."
Yuan Futong paced in the room:
"We must not divide our troops, otherwise we will be at the mercy of others."
After saying that, he started thinking of countermeasures.
Han Qing didn't bother him when he saw this, and just stood aside quietly.
Twenty years ago, he offended a disciple of Jie Jiao, was issued a death order, and fled all the way to the mortal world.
Unexpectedly, when he was recuperating in a village, Wen Zhong suddenly came to his door and seriously injured him directly.
With his exquisite escape skills, he escaped again and fled directly to Beihai.
As his injuries worsened and he had no training resources, Han Qing had to give up maintaining the human-immortal realm and fell to the realm of refining the void and combining the Tao to stabilize his injuries.
But hiding in the wilderness, he was targeted by monsters again.
This time, he was lucky to survive at the cost of damaging his own foundation.
When he was dying in the heavy snow, it was Yuan Futong who went out to herd sheep and picked him up.
"There is only one way now. Build ships to bypass Jizhou and send people to the East China Sea to capture Chentangguan."
Yuan Futong finally thought of a way.
He looked up at Han Qing, with a fire burning in the depths of his eyes that had not been extinguished since the rebellion.
"The little god gave me a lot of resources, enough to build warships. As long as Chentangguan is opened, the army can go south along the coastline. If Jiang Huanchu dares to come to the north, I will go to his Donglu."
When Han Qing heard this extremely whimsical plan, he frowned and said:
"Not to mention that Chentangguan can't be defeated. If you mobilize the army to go south, you will definitely not be able to hide the movement. When the time comes, the Yin and Shang armies will attack. With your back to the sea, there will be no way to go to the sky or to the earth."
The air was quiet.
All you could hear was the howling wind outside.
Finally, Yuan Futong stared with bloodshot eyes and said word by word:
"Then let's compare the speed and see if they can stop me. Now the Yin Shang Dynasty has not even dispatched the general troops at each pass. It is a dead end to stick to the north. Only by going south can there be a chance of survival!"
Han Qing looked at the crazy Yuan Futong and shook his head:
"Too risky."
He said softly:
"If I lurk next to Ziyao and kill him, the Yin and Shang armies will definitely be demoralized. Then you can take the opportunity to counterattack."
Yuan Futong heard this and said angrily:
"No! You will die together!"
He slapped the table hard:
"Wen Zhong used his eyes to spot you back then! I don't believe that Ziyao dares to come to the north and has no means to control the practitioners!"
Han Qing no longer obeyed and stared at the young man in front of him who had watched him grow up:
"Got to try."
"Try your mother!"
Yuan Futong kicked over the table and smashed the bowl into pieces.
"I saved you! Your life belongs to me! You are not allowed to go!"
The room was quiet again.
What I heard this time was Yuan Futong's unquenchable breathing.
"Why are you two doing this?"
Suddenly, the air rippled.
Only a boy with ethereal pupils and a white body appeared from the void.
He held Yu Ruyi in his arms, floating gently in the air, and said with a smile:
"Yuan Futong, you can't go all out, you have to stay here and kill that great blessing of humanity."
Yuan Futong said dissatisfied:
"Little gods, you outsiders don't know how to lead troops in war. Now you just want your sword to go astray... astray..."
"Slanted."
Han Qing said.
"Yes! The sword is on the wrong side!" Yuan Futong continued: "Only when I go to Donglu can I let go!"
After the boy listened with a smile, the jade Ruyi in his arms flashed, and a hollow golden ball appeared in front of Yuan Futong's eyes, exuding bursts of Zen.
"What if I give the Marquis another 300,000 troops?"
