Xi Tiande kept stroking his beard, Hu Guangyong stared at him, Duan Keyan squeezed his joints until they crackled, and no one said anything. Among the four commanders of the rebel army, Bo Hai is the leader, and the three deputy commanders, Xi, Hu and Duan, rush into the formation and fight, each with his or her own strengths, but not very good at making decisions. After a moment of silence, Xi Tiande coughed and said, "Old Han, what do you want to do?" Hu Guangyong and Duan Keyan raised their heads at the same time, and their eyes fell on Han Bing's face, obviously concerned about this.
Han Bing smiled slightly and said: "The sky sends murderous intentions, the stars change their places, the earth sends murderous intentions, dragons and snakes rise from the ground, humans send murderous intentions, the heaven and the earth are repeated. We rise from the border, act accordingly, break through the passes, and spy on the Central Plains. At the right time, Liang Yuanhao died, and the crown prince and the King of Huai occupied a territory. Liang Zhizhong had the Han army, the navy, the natural moat of the river, and the wealth in the south of the Yangtze River. With the favorable geographical location, Liang Zhiping took charge of the capital, first repelling the Hu people, and then pacifying them. The vassal town rebelled, and the emperor made him the emperor by decree. The three towns in Hebei regarded him as the master, and all the people returned to their hearts and won harmony. To achieve great achievements, one of the two must be selected from the south and north."
He spoke clearly and slowly, and had a kind of persuasive charm. Hu Guangyong nodded repeatedly and said: "Take advantage of his illness to kill him. Liang Yuanhao died. The two sons are fighting fiercely. If we don't fight now, we will not fight in the future." Once you calm down, it won't be easy to fight."
Han Bing said: "The water network in the south of the Yangtze River is dense, the Han army is elite, and the navy blocks the river. Instead of attacking the Southern Liang, losing troops and generals, and getting stuck in the quagmire and unable to escape, it is better to attack the Northern Liang, break the Tianjing, and establish Liang Zhiping as a puppet to command the world. To To eat walnut meat, you must first knock off the hard shell of the walnut. The immediate plan is to defeat Zhao Ying and Wen Qinhu head-on, and then concentrate on besieging Tianjing and complete the victory in one battle."
Xi Tiande slapped his thigh and said: "It makes sense. You have to pick the soft persimmons and put the hard bones at the end. We are all laymen in the water business. We can't fight with a black eye!"
Duan Keyan also added: "The climate in the south of the Yangtze River is not pleasant and it is difficult to fight." He didn't like to talk too much, so after saying this, he closed his mouth tightly and pursed his thin lips into a thin line.
Han Bing looked at the three deputy commanders and saw that they had no objections. He immediately said with a smile: "Okay, Tianjing City will wait for a while and attack Zhao Ying and Wen Qinhu first. Sooner or later, we will have to fight. While Lian Ke can count the cities, The morale is high, pull out this nail!”
Everyone turned their attention to Marshal Zhao. Zhao Bohai stood up in a hurry and said in a deep voice: "What Mr. Han said is exactly what I want. The three virtuous brothers will return to the camp and check their troops. They will set off early tomorrow morning to defeat the enemy at Qinyun Mountain." , I want to see if the strangers under Zhao Ying really have three heads and six arms!"
He had already heard that when Zhao Ying attacked Beidu Dragon City, he sent a group of people to take the lead on the top of the city. One against a hundred, he killed countless soldiers with his sword. Only then did he seal the victory. He also recruited casual cultivators who were proficient in Taoism. Although he is an evil cultivator, it is fine if he can be useful. If he dies by the sword or dies under evil magic, is there any difference?
Zhao Bohai gave an order, and the three deputy commanders, Xi Tiande, Hu Guangyong, and Duan Keyan, agreed in unison. With a backbone, they each returned to camp to prepare for war. Han Bing lowered his head and thought, feeling a little uneasy after all, so he mentioned something to Marshal Zhao. He asked a few casual cultivators to go ahead and go to Qin Yun Mountain to find out the news. If there was a chance, they would assassinate Zhao Ying and Wen Qinhu, no matter what. It made the enemy soldiers suspicious and unable to rest. Zhao Bohai looked at Han Bing for a moment, hesitated a little, and nodded in agreement.
Regardless of whether it is a prince or a rebel, without the support of monks, his hands are tied and he cannot move forward. Even if he cannot recruit people from the fairy city, he must try his best to support one or two casual cultivators in case of any eventuality. The evil cultivators in Zhao Bohai's navy have unknown origins and are mysterious. Han Bing also knows that these ugly strangers who feed on blood are mostly demon cultivators. They joined Zhao Bohai's army because of the recommendation of the Vajra Sect. , for its effectiveness. However, Han Bing didn't care about the difference between men and monsters, and deliberately communicated with him. Over time, he became familiar with each other, and he had some degree of friendship. He heard many rumors in private, which were incredible and difficult to distinguish between true and false.
Han Bing personally visited several familiar casual cultivators and asked them to let each other know. At dusk, they would meet under the old locust tree at the intersection and set off. He asked each of them to be ready, return to camp, pack their bags, and call Qin Rong to accompany them. Qin Rong has been very active in practicing internal skills over the years, and she has been taught swordsmanship by him. As the leader of the Huashan and Qingcheng families, she can be regarded as an outstanding person among the younger generation. She is successful in martial arts and can protect herself. He couldn't help but have the idea of traveling through the world to find Guo Chuanlin. Time passed and the situation changed drastically. The Hu people retreated to the Turkic grasslands. Guo Chuanlin's life and death were unknown. It was no longer necessary to connect King Huai and Zhao Shuai. Forcing Qin Rong to stay would not help. Han Bing finally relented and waited for Zhao Shuai to arrive. The Central Plains laid down a piece of territory, established a firm foothold, and then let it go.
The two waited under the old locust tree for half an hour. A total of four casual cultivators came as requested. One was Du Ruohai, one was Hou Jincao, one was Huang Lu, and one was Feng Jiyuan. They were obviously well-educated. The pseudonym Shidai proposed was completely inconsistent with his usual behavior. Han Bing was quite familiar with Du, Hou, and Huang, but Feng Jiyuan didn't have much contact with him. He came up to meet the four monks. After a brief summary, Du Ruohai sacrificed a magical weapon for the sect, like a heavy weight. The gauze, filled with black air, rolled up his companions, floated about ten feet in the air, and took advantage of the night to escape to Qin Yun Mountain. Han Bing and Qin Rong were both ordinary people who could not use magic weapons, so they followed closely behind them on horseback.
The old god Feng Jiyuan is here, sitting cross-legged on the gauze, his body ups and downs, a pair of narrow eyes staring straight at Qin Yunshan, his nostrils slightly flared, as if he smelled something, his cheeks were flushed, and he was hoarse. He said in a loud voice: "Two of them are pregnant with blood energy, one has just cultivated recently, and the other's mind is corroded by blood energy, and his consciousness is gradually losing, and there is not much time left."
Du Ruohai asked: "Is it enough for one person?"
Feng Jiyuan sniffed for a long time and said hesitantly: "It can barely feed one person."
Du Ruohai glanced at Huang Lu and said, "Fellow Daoist Huang, it's up to you to seize the blood this time, and we will help you to prevent the blood from escaping."
Huang Dilu grinned, showing his generous, yellowed teeth, and said, "Thank you all fellow Taoists for your support, thank you!"
Du, Hou, Huang, and Feng were close friends of life and death. They were born at the bottom of the Demon Realm, and their bloodlines were poor and complicated. They had no chance to succeed, but it was a coincidence that they learned some rudimentary secrets of blood and energy. As if they had found a treasure, they practiced tirelessly. In the demon realm, there are dangers everywhere, blood is rare, and the little demons are shallow. If they are not careful, they will die without a burial place. Du Ruohai is quite scheming, and he entrusts the clansmen of the Vajra Sect to settle down under the command of Marshal Zhao, and collects them through fierce battles with the army. blood.
The four demon cultivators came to the human world and relied on their magical powers to be treated as honored guests by the rebels. They enjoyed blood meals from time to time and lived a comfortable life. Although the blood of mortals is thin, it is better to accumulate a little than to gain nothing at all. However, Du Ruohai found that his mind was gradually eroded by the blood, and his consciousness continued to lose. He was frightened for a while, and had trouble sleeping and eating. He and his three close friends discussed and discussed, and an idea flashed in Feng Jiyuan's mind, and he remembered an old incident from many years ago.
