Looking at the broken old wood and asking again, Lao Ma Pao raised a finger to his lips, then gently tapped the stone table, and a mysterious force burst out from the stone table.
"Walls have ears." Lao Ma Pao poured the last bit of wine into the glass.
"what about now?"
"Okay." Lao Ma Pao took a sip of wine to moisten his throat and sorted out his thoughts.
…
a few days ago.
The Eastern Region, the Kingdom of Yan, was originally a thin line of sky.
"After all, we still lost." The high priest was attacked by a group of people and knelt on the ground helplessly.
"We didn't win either." King Yan said seriously.
Indeed, the southern expedition in the Northern Territory failed, but the Yan Kingdom's war to protect the north was not necessarily won. How many people have been displaced, how many have lost their loved ones, and how many people’s bodies cannot be found... The pain caused by the war is too much.
What King Yan couldn't forget the most was the group of disciple soldiers who turned into blood mist, with not even a scrap left. Thinking of this, King Yan wanted to shoot him, but was stopped by the saint.
"King Yan, the Jiuzhou plan is a top priority. Please suppress your personal emotions."
"Saint! He not only bears the blood feud of our Eastern Region, but also the lives of many of his own people in the Northern Region. Why not kill him? How can we breathe a sigh of relief when the traitor like him is still alive?"
"Guilty!" The saint actually apologized, "Right now, the Jiuzhou plan is the most important thing. For this matter, I am ashamed of the soldiers of Yan State and the herdsmen of the Northern Territory. But this high priest cannot die yet."
"This..." If it had been anyone else, King Yan would have pulled the person away and given the high priest a break. But this is a saint, the strongest man in the Eastern Region, so he still has to give him face. King Yan turned around and didn't look here.
Seeing the saint's confused expression, Mo Qianji quietly leaned over and said, "Old General Qin died at the hands of fate."
The saint understood, and then he sighed helplessly: "King Yan, I know that this is a bit selfish. I still need Prince Yan to help me on the next journey."
"Sage, please speak." Given the overall situation, King Yan decided to take over the important matter of the Nine Provinces plan.
"This high priest needs to be escorted to a place, and King Yan needs you to keep an eye on him."
"What's so hard about this?"
"It's difficult! After you go there, you can't come back." The saint looked around, took out his pen and drew a circle, and included himself and King Yan in it.
King Yan blinked, and the scene in front of him changed quickly, and he came to a quiet place.
King Yan looked around. He was sitting on a round hill, and four apricot trees were planted around the round hill.
"Xingtan?"
"Yes and no." The saint did not explain too much. "What do you think: Where in the Eastern Region has the most luck?"
King Yan thought for a moment and finally gave what he thought was the answer: "Luoyi."
"Yes, and no." The saint said this again, "The high priest, or Da Ming, may spend the rest of his life there." The saint paused, as if he was hesitating, but He finally spoke: "Of course, King Yan, you too."
…
Eastern Region, the southern border of Yan State.
"We're finally here." Mo Qianji saw the military camp in the distance and breathed a sigh of relief along with the people around him.
"The general will pay homage to the king!" Le Shuai walked out of the tent and saluted King Yan.
"Leshuai!" King Yan patted Leshuai on the shoulder, "Yan Guo, I leave it to you!"
"What does the king mean?"
"Maybe in three to five years, maybe in thirty to fifty years, I will have the opportunity to come back and take a look." King Yan glanced at Da Ming in the prison car.
"The general will understand!" Le Shuai saluted King Yan and watched King Yan leave.
…
Eastern Region, Academy.
Mo Qianji found a house, applied the last bit of medicine left for him by the magpie doctor, and then went out and walked towards the main hall.
Entering the main hall, there is still the same familiar atmosphere. Chun Da Jijiu was a little surprised when he saw him.
"Why did Mo Jijiu come back so soon? You just went through a fierce battle and didn't rest for two days?"
"No." Mo Jijiu waved his hand and looked around, but didn't see a familiar figure: "Where is Lao Kuang? Are you going to give lectures?"
"Oops! I was just thinking about this. I'm so excited to see you." Chun Da Jijiu clapped his hands, "Kang Jijiu took a suicide squad to the north to support you, haven't you seen him?"
"How many people?" Mo Qianji's expression became solemn.
"Thirty percent, thirty percent of the academy!"
"I didn't see anyone!" Mo Qianji realized something, "Except for Kuang Jijiu?"
"Mr. Yin and Mr. Ji!"
Mo Qianji met Chun Da's eyes, and they knew what the other was thinking.
"Although my destiny was taken away by the saint, there is still..."
"What?"
"Zuohou!"
silence.
"Are there any of our people in the north?" Chun Dajiu asked.
"They're all gone. The high priest is too strong. Everyone was seriously injured this time... Le Shuai is now in charge of protecting the north... Hey, old wood..."
"What happened to the old wood?"
"Lao Mumu said before the final battle that he went to keep an eye on Zuo Hou, but Zuo Hou was nowhere to be seen in the end, and Lao Mumu also disappeared."
"Then Lao Mumu should have gone to keep an eye on Zuo Hou." Chun Da Jijiu breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, okay, if Kuang Jijiu faced Zuo Hou alone, he would have to be distracted by the other two , then there is really no possibility of winning!"
"What do you think about the great sacrifice?"
"I'm thinking that the Northern Territory will definitely send experts there. Maybe those two people who saw acquaintances in the past showed their tricks?"
"I should be glad that I didn't see them." Mo Qianji smiled bitterly, "A big fate can make us miserable, and the high priest can cause us heavy losses. If there is another wise king, then..."
"So I'm thinking about whether it's possible that there are so many of them, so the marching speed is not fast. Or is it that the traitor can't sit still and has already taken action?"
Mo Qianji realized the seriousness of the problem and stood up immediately: "I'll go to the north again!"
"Hey, Mo Jijiu! You're seriously injured yourself! If you don't go, it's a good burden!" Chun Da Jijiu stopped him.
"Can't I go and take a look?" Mo Qianji asked, "To put it bluntly, doesn't the Grand Priest Wine not want to know who the traitor is? If I hadn't been late, I might have gotten an answer."
"Alas." Da Jijiu put down his hand and did not stop him.
"Besides, I'm still the academy's liberator, so I should go and see how the 30% of students are doing."
…
Northern Territory, in a cave.
"Set off immediately and go to the battlefield to find the Academy team. Be careful not to expose yourself and only take action at critical moments."
"Understood!" Master Zhuang put away the chess pieces and left calmly.
