The military camp in the north was originally established to check and balance the Shatuo Kingdom. However, in March, Shatuo's army attacked Suzhou from Tianmen City and Yanzhou. The military camp in the north actually had no troops or horses! The strange thing is that more than two months have passed, but Zhao Qianming has not received the imperial edict. The more this happens, the more flustered he becomes, "The emperor has neither demoted my position nor reduced my salary, then what?" Of course he wants to take my life!"
He is a general with an army of 50,000 men. How can he be willing to sit back and wait for death? But at this time, Shatuo Kingdom and Jue Kingdom successively sent people to lobby, and both offered extremely favorable conditions. With one harm attacking each other and two benefits tempting each other, it is not difficult to make a choice. The only thing that puts him in trouble is that both sides want him to show his sincerity in order to block his way back to China in the future.
"Damn it, it's not a fuel-efficient lamp! I, Zhao Qianming, am not an ungrateful person. If you hadn't pushed me so hard, why would I have ever thought about killing you? Now I have no way out, so I can't blame you!" Zhao Qianming Thinking viciously. He had promised Azig and would lead his troops to Tianmen City before the ninth day of the sixth lunar month, where he would besiege and kill the Xia Mu Dynasty, and then return to Shatuo. Dahua wants to kill him, but he doesn’t want to die. Not wanting to die, he had no choice but to surrender to the enemy for protection.
"Haha, I, Zhao Qianming, have become Dahua's first rebel general in a hundred years!" He stood outside the tent, looking at the "General in the North" flag fluttering in the wind, laughing at himself angrily. He hated Xia Muchao, Xia Muyan, Duanmuyu, and Azige, but he hated himself even more.
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The sixth day of June finally arrived, but the person presiding over the meeting was not King Yun, but King Duan; the location was not Sikong Mansion, but Prince Duan Mansion.
There used to be martial arts leaders in the world, but since Zen Master Liaochen of Liuzhuo Temple passed away fifty-seven years ago, there has been no martial arts alliance anymore. Over the years, no one has appeared in the world who can convince the heads of various sects in terms of reputation, popularity, martial arts, and resourcefulness.
Sixteen leaders of the sect, including Yi Qilin, Xu Xiaoyi, Zhang Suiguang, and Yun Xiaomeng, were seated in separate seats. King Lao Duan was sitting at the head of the table and said to the crowd with a chuckle: "Everyone in the world, please drink tea first! "
Everyone took a cup of tea as instructed, and for a while, the crisp sound of clinking porcelain could be heard in the hall.
The tea was finished and everyone sat for a long time, but King Lao Duan never spoke.
"His Royal Highness Duan Wang, a few months ago villains from the Jue Kingdom came to the capital to do evil and killed many of our ministers. Although we are far away from the rivers and lakes, we are still worried about the temple. Now I have been summoned here, hoping to share the burden. The imperial court is in trouble." Yi Qilin stood up from his seat, bowed and asked.
Prince Duan held the teacup in his left hand and the cup lid in his right hand. He suddenly laughed and said, "I am very pleased that Master Yi has such a heart to serve the country! However, you are here to share the worries of the imperial court!"
"Oh?" Everyone couldn't help but look surprised after hearing this.
"Calling you here is just a deception. The people who are really going to assassinate the relatives of the Emperor Jue have already arrived in Yin Yang City!" King Duan said with a cold look on his face.
"It turns out that summoning martial arts masters to the capital was just a pretense created by the emperor!" Zhang Suiguang's mind was shaken and he couldn't help thinking.
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Yin Yang City is the most prosperous place in the Jue Kingdom. Although it is not as good as Dahua Capital City, it can still be regarded as comparable.
A Taoist with white hair and green clothes sat on the desk near the door. He put down the black sword in his hand and smiled at the waiter on the side: "Waiter, give me a bowl of broth noodles!"
"Okay! Master Dao, wait a moment!" The waiter nodded and walked happily towards the back hall.
Qingxuan looked at the bustling crowd outside the store with a faint smile on his face. "It's great to be able to live as much as you want!"
The waiter came out of the back hall and shouted from a distance: "Hey, Master Tao, your meat soup noodles are here!" In a few short steps, he came to Qingxuan's table, put down the boss's bowl of hot soup noodles, and rubbed Holding his palms and smiling, he said: "Your broth noodle, Master Dao, please use it slowly!"
"Are you satisfied with your current life?" Qingxuan asked.
"Drink, how can you be dissatisfied? The world is peaceful, the year is fertile, and you can make a living, so what else can you be dissatisfied with?" the waiter replied, always smiling.
"Did you know that your ancestors were originally in Dahua? Do you still want to go back?" Qingxuan asked again.
The waiter shook his head, swallowed, and sighed: "Hey, how many years has it been? What are you going back to do? Isn't Jue Country a good place? Why go back? Besides, it's the land of Dahua, why? He will let us go back again. Hey, what’s different here? It’s better to live a more practical life!”
"Thank you, waiter!" Qingxuan thanked him sincerely. He was the hundredth person Qingxuan asked, and his answer was the same as the other ninety-five people.
After finishing a bowl of noodles, Qingxuan paid the bill and walked out of the "Pingtai Noodle House" with his sword and disappeared into the vast sea of people...
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At the foot of Pingshan Mountain, hundreds of people in black gathered together.
"Have the horses been placed?" Chu Zhong asked in a low voice.
"Back to Mr. Chu, our people have found a secret place. The horses are circled and there are ten people guarding them. There will be no problem!" A masked man in black bowed and replied.
"Okay, let's find a secluded place and rest first." Chu Zhong ordered.
"Master Chu, aren't you going to go up the mountain? People from Prince Yun's Mansion, Yan Gang and Jiudian went up two hours ago." The masked man in black bowed and held his hand and asked. These hundreds of people were the dead soldiers of Baiweitang. They came in two batches, and the latter batch was brought by Chu Zhong. The group of people who came earlier had been monitoring the goings-on up and down the mountain. Naturally, they knew that King Yun's people had gone up the mountain early in the morning.
"Haha, there is no need to go to the mountain for the time being. We are not here to kill people." Chu Zhong smiled and said, "You can lead people to put more roadblocks on the way up the mountain. We won't go, but we can't let the people from the Shenshao Camp go up. Bad thing!" Along the way, they have been walking in front of the Shenshao camp. In order to prevent the Shenshao camp from going up to Tsubohara, they spent a lot of time setting up obstacles behind them, cutting down bridges, and pushing stones to seal roads.
He brought hundreds of people here to reap the benefits, not to risk their lives, and he did not allow others to surprise others with his catch.
"I understand!" The masked man in black got his instructions, clasped his fists and retreated, leading more than a hundred people into hiding in the forest.
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Bozhou is a remote state in the northwest of Binan County. It is sparsely populated and has rugged mountain roads, but it is the only way to Sheng County. Xia Muyang and his party of 302 people were all riding good horses, and they had already traveled nearly 300 miles in just two hours. However, when we arrived in Bozhou, we had to slow down our pace. Because the road was bumpy and narrow, the horses were unstable and did not dare to go fast.
"Hey!" Tang Su walked in front, reined in his horse, turned to Xia Muyang behind him and said, "Your Majesty, the road ahead is dangerous, with mountains on one side and cliffs on the other. Why don't you go explore it first?"
Xia Muyang looked at the narrow path hundreds of feet long in front of him, with hesitation on his face, and whispered to Tang Su, "Be careful!"
Tang Su responded "Yes" and led dozens of people over.
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"Sir, someone is coming!"
"Let it go, you're just exploring the way, the big deal is behind you!"
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"Kick! Kick! Kick!" Tang Su pulled the reins of the horse in front of Xia Muyang and reported, "Your Majesty, there is nothing unusual about the road ahead."
Seeing that he returned safely, Xia Muyang breathed a sigh of relief and shouted: "Let's go!"
Three Hundred and Two Horsemen ran quickly towards this narrow path, and the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground echoed through the valley, as if they were seeing someone off.
