These four words are as powerful as a drop of water falling into a hot pan.

The difference is that in the latter, hot oil is splashing in all directions, while in the former, you can hear a needle drop instantly! This kind of silence only lasted for a very short time, and then someone with a bad temper stepped forward: "What does the Imperial Master mean by this?"

Are you mocking our rabble?"

There was a hint of threat in his words.

He also knew that this national preceptor was evil and powerful, but that didn't mean that the other party could ridicule them and trample their dignity under their feet. If he remained silent today and endured the humiliation of "rabble", how could he have the face to do so?

To gain a foothold?

The man who is called the National Master is not afraid to laugh.

"You don't even understand what 'rabble' means? Do you still need me to explain it to you personally?" The man's hair is silver, his voice is as old as an eighty-year-old man, but he has an extremely young face. You can't judge it just by his appearance.

Twenty-five six.

These words further aroused the other party's anger.

"Old, this old man has gone too far!"

He was so angry that he was trembling when he spoke.

Driven by anger, he drew out his sword, pointed the blade directly at the imperial master, and shouted with a livid face: "No matter who you are, only blood can wash away today's humiliation. Do you dare?"

After speaking, he looked around and glanced at Wu Xian.

Seeing that the master who had been loyal to him and his family for many years was just watching, with no intention to stop or comfort him, his heart instantly sank to the bottom, like falling into an ice cellar, and felt so cold.

He suddenly felt sympathy for Zhao Feng and Qin Li back then.

I think they were also so chilled that day.

He suppressed his anger and asked again: "Do you dare?"

Only then did Wu Xian end the farce, stepped forward and knocked down his sword, but he only warned himself and did not say a harsh word to the imperial master. At this moment, a string in his mind seemed to snap. Gu

But Wu Xian was the leader of the country, so he threw the scabbard in front of him.

He walked away directly.

The others looked at each other and resigned one after another.

Their dissatisfaction with Wu Xian has also reached its peak, but they cannot break up with him directly. After all, they still hope that Wu Xian will send troops to fight back Tianhai and save the endangered ancestral tombs. Having someone stand out has made their position clear for them, which can be considered as achieving their goal.

As for the huge conflict, why not simply surrender to Kang State?

"I didn't expect Wu Zhaode to be so chilling..."

"It's better to surrender Shen Youli!"

Mr. Zhao Feng cannot have the nerve to touch their ancestral graves.

Someone said this out of the blue, but no one echoed it.

"Sink young pears? How? Not to mention that Zhao Feng and Qin Li have enmity with us, do people believe that even if they ignore the past grudges, we can leave the royal family and family members behind? With Wu Zhaode's current situation

If our front foot is weak, he will dare to slaughter people with his back foot to scare the monkeys!" This is also a major reason that restrains them. Who doesn't have a big family behind him?

If they were all the bachelors under Shen Youli's tent, and they couldn't make up a father and mother in a group, they could just leave as quickly as possible. But they weren't. Not only were they not alone, but they were also the backbone of the family.

Consider the situation of your family.

Didn't Qin Li and Zhao Feng endure it again and again because they were old, weak, women and children? They had all settled down before they dared to talk about it?

A few words successfully dispelled their thoughts.

Before everyone could discuss the outcome, a piece of bad news came.

There was constant noise outside the tent, vague rumors about who committed suicide out of fear of crime.

"What's the noise outside?"

The confidant hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Parents, something serious has happened."

The person who had just had a conflict with the imperial master died. The waiter went in to deliver water and found blood dripping on the floor. After hearing the news, several people hurried over. When they arrived, many colleagues heard the news and came over, and they could see each other.

See the fear and anger in the other person's eyes.

Why commit suicide out of fear of crime?

How could it be possible that he committed suicide out of fear of guilt?

Who committed suicide out of fear of crime, with the sword thrust through his neck and pushed into the sword grid? From the expression fixed on the corpse, we can also infer that he did not commit suicide, but was killed! It is so obvious, but the coffin is sealed with the words "suicide in fear of crime".

Conclusion? Not convinced!

Their dissatisfaction was suppressed by Wu Xian.

The Imperial Master just sneered at this.

"It's very boring. These people nowadays don't have the same courage as we did back then, let alone the bloody spirit. If they can endure such a shame and humiliation, they are destined not to be successful." In the tent, the Imperial Master sat alone in front of the chessboard, raising his hand.

With a hook of the finger, a ball of white mist condensed on the fingertips, then solidified in the blink of an eye, turning into a "chess piece" as crystal clear as white jade. It fell down with a crisp sound.

The seat opposite the Imperial Master was empty.

What followed was an extremely strange scene.

A black mist suddenly appeared in the air on the opposite side, turning into black stones and falling. The black stones on the chessboard fell with the finishing touch, turning into a black dragon and strangulating the white stones, coming menacingly. The national master was not at all anxious about this, and dropped another one, showing his decline.

Bai Zi seemed to be given a shot in the arm, his morale exploded, and Heizi launched a fierce confrontation against the overwhelming army. The two dragons, black and white, fought endlessly.

As the chess pieces fall one by one, the two sides interact with each other.

Until Heizi made a mistake, the rear suddenly fell into a deadlock.

The Imperial Master flicked his sleeves, and the black and white stones on the chessboard turned into the energy of heaven and earth and dispersed: "... If it had been back then, Wu Zhaode and his ilk would have been nothing more than rubble. It's a shame that the Lord suffered a vicious attack and let these unworthy doves go to the human world in the future.

Occupy the magpie's nest."

He stood there for a while to calm down.

He strode out of the tent.

There was no one in the tent.

Wu Xian invited Shen Tang to fight at an ancient battlefield near Wei Gorge.

"Weixia Ancient Battlefield?"

Shen Tang vaguely felt that this name sounded familiar.

After a quick look through my memory, I remembered that I had seen this small place in a fragment of a travel note. It was said that the place had dense vegetation and rugged terrain, and the author of the travel note passed by unexpectedly. It cleared up after the rain that day, and the wonder of seven rainbows appeared in the mountains.

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The author felt so strange that he climbed the mountain and waded into the water.

When I came back, I wrote down this volume of my experiences.

but--

"Isn't it said that the terrain of Wei Gorge is rugged?" When she saw the invitation post, she thought Wu Xian was ambushing her here. As a result, she led her troops closer, and the scouts reported back that there was a large area of ​​flat land near Wei Gorge. She said sadly, "That travel journal Liar!"

Gu Chi asked her: "When did you write the travel notes?"

How could Shen Tang know?

She accidentally bought that volume of travel notes.

Gu Chi said: "Weixia is called an ancient battlefield. Isn't it normal for the terrain to change? Before the war, the terrain was indeed rugged."

The travel notes were probably written before the war.

Shen Tang: "..."

She had forgotten that wars in this era could turn mountains and hills into great plains, and maps would need to be updated every few years. How could any place remain unchanged? The Wei Gorge was no exception.

I made the mistake of blaming the author of the travelogue.

The Wei Gorge area nominally belongs to the State of Gao, but it has little population, and the State of Gao barely cares about it, because the land here is seriously barren, crops are extremely difficult to grow, and the yield is more than twice as low as other places. The taxes of the State of Gao are not high. Calculated, one family's hard work for one year is not enough to pay taxes, let alone support them. They cannot survive in Weixia, so most of the young people have moved elsewhere.

There are only two to three thousand old and weak people left.

Shen Tang simply flipped through the investigation information.

"That's not right. The land in Wei Gorge is so barren. How can I write about dense vegetation in my travel notes?" In this era of divided powers, frequent wars, and a large number of lost records, even the travel notes casually written by predecessors can be used as a reference.

"It is said that it was because of the war."

Let the Wei Gorge become an ancient battlefield.

The time can be traced back to the Wu Kingdom period more than a hundred years ago.

In that battle, both sides dispatched a total of 150,000 troops, pursued and ambushed several times, and finally decided the winner near the Wei Gorge. The two sides fought inextricably, and every piece of land in the Wei Gorge was plowed a hundred and eighty times. Mountains and hills were also leveled.

Shen Tang: "Then the land will not be so barren."

After fighting in most battlefields, the fertility of the land increased instead of decreasing, making it extremely fertile. If you were lucky, you could even have good harvests for several years in a row. Just because so many people died, their bodies were buried in situ and fed the earth.

"My lord, don't be in a hurry, I haven't finished speaking yet."

The noise of this war was so great that mass graves of unknown age were dug up from the ground. According to the voices of local elders, when this mass grave appeared, countless strange black mist emerged from the ground and shot straight into the sky. Black mist There were countless innocent souls screaming miserably, which made people's hair stand on end. What was even weirder was that the moon that day was so red that it could bleed.
To be continued...