"The sky is like a dome, covering all fields."

A young scholar in white picked up the curtain from the carriage, looked at the herds of cattle and sheep outside, and sighed loudly: "The sky is vast and the wilderness is vast. The wind blows the grass and sees cattle and sheep."

"Good poems, good poems." Nan Yiliao, who was following him, slapped his hands and praised loudly: "This poem by the military advisor has spoken all the entire grassland. Nan Yiliao admired it."

Jiang Kongming was slightly stunned. Could it be that this poem had not been published yet? However, he smiled immediately. He had never taken care of the trivial matters of stealing beautiful poems from descendants.

"The patriarch is also very elegant." Jiang Kongming looked at him and smiled slightly.

Although these two people only met for the first time, they have long been familiar with each other.

Of course, there is no need to say that Jiang Kongming has a high reputation at this time. If Nan Yiliao didn't know about it, he could cut off his head and use it as a chamber pot by himself.

As for the hero of the Di tribe, Nan Yiliao, it was Xu Haifeng repeatedly instructed to be careful of the characters.

Jiang Kongming looked at him with a smile, and the smile on his face seemed to squeeze out a flower: "The patriarch's Chinese is very good."

Nan Yiliao did not take Jiang Kongming's seemingly casual question to heart. He replied: "I have admired the prosperity and culture of the Central Plains since thirty years ago, so I have been studying hard for decades and have achieved some results."

Jiang Kongming's expression remained unchanged. He nodded slightly and said to himself: "So proficient in Chinese, hum... I'm afraid his goal is not just this grassland. It's really a pity for his heart, but a pity for his heart."

Nan Yiliao suddenly felt a chill that hit his body. He subconsciously shrank his shoulders, and was extremely surprised. It was only early winter at this time, but the weather became so cold.

Just a few days ago, Nan Yiliao suddenly received a letter from an envoy from the Han people, saying that a great figure among the Han people was about to come to visit him in person.

As soon as he heard this news, his heart never settled. What would the Han people come here for?

However, no matter how he guessed, he did not expect that this time the one who came here was Jiang Kongming and Jiang, who was less than ten thousand people, and more than ten thousand people.

When he saw the white-faced scholar shaking his feather fan walking off the car, he was stunned.

It turned out to be him, and the fire in Nan Yiliao's heart immediately began to burn violently. He actually visited in person. So what was his purpose? Perhaps... it was time to change dynasties.

When he thought of this, his heart suddenly started to beat passionately.

"Captain, can you tell me that Jiang is here, what's the matter?" Jiang Kongming took two steps and suddenly stopped. He looked up at the sky with his head raised, as if he was talking to himself.

Nan Yiliao's heart trembled, but he had also seen strong winds and waves. He immediately calmed down and whispered: "Please give advice from Military Advisor Jiang."

"Instructions? Hehe..." Jiang Kongming turned around, with a hint of sneer on his face, and said, "Clan leader, since Jiang came here in person, he treated you as a good friend, but your performance disappointed me very much."

A cold light flashed in Nan Yiliao's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Military Jiang, if a good friend comes, Nan Yiliao will naturally do his best."

"Do your best? OK, then do you dare to touch them?" Jiang Kongming suddenly pointed.

Nan Yiliao looked in the direction he pointed, and his whole body shook violently. It was the direction of the Huns.

"How is it?" Jiang Kongming said in a mocking tone.

Nan Yiliao stared at Jiang Kongming with concentration, and after a long time, he finally said: "As long as General Xu has this intention, Nan Yiliao is willing to support him."

Jiang Kongming squatted down, wrote a few words on the ground with the handle of the feather fan, and said, "If the patriarch can obtain a life for my lord, then the beginning of spring next year will be when our soldiers are approaching."

Nan Yiliao stepped forward, his eyes suddenly condensed, and a few words burst out from his mouth: "Liu...zheng...ting..."

On the grassland, the city of Xijing, although the city of the Huns was most proud, was suddenly a little more desolate under the setting sun.

The Huns were defeated, and it was the biggest defeat in history. They were defeated so thoroughly that no one had any chance to revive.

At this time, in a vulgar thatched hut, a grand young man was sitting on the ground.

Suddenly, a "aggressive" sound came from the window, and the young man's face flashed by. Who is this? With his cultivation level, he didn't notice it at all. What an incredible thing.

His figure suddenly rose, and he walked out of the house with great strides and looked up.

Above the roof, a masked man stood with his hands behind his back, leaning against the moonlight, looking at himself coldly.

"Who is senior?"

"Li Zhi?" the masked man did not answer, but asked lightly.

"That's it." Li Zhi bowed slightly at him. This sentence was the language of the authentic Huns. Only the old man who had lived here for more than ten years could speak so smoothly. Although this person had never heard of it, he was probably a Hun.

The masked man glanced at him deeply and suddenly said, "You—regressed."

Li Zhi was stunned, and the shock in his heart was really extraordinary.

During the Taiyuan battle, he disguised himself assassinated Gu Daoyan assassinated by Han soldiers, and then joined forces with Nai Shi to fight Xu Haifeng.

These two things left an indelible scar in his heart.

Others may not be able to see it, but both he and Tohodi knew that their cultivation had already had a huge flaw, which was a trace left on the soul and could not be compensated for it casually.

Their martial arts have all regressed to varying degrees. Of course, this does not mean that their internal strength has regressed, but that their spiritual realm is far from advancing and retreating than before.

It is not a matter of time to regain confidence.

After returning to Xijing, Tohodi stayed for only three days. On the fourth day, he stepped alone into the desert north. He wanted to go to the uninhabited place to temper his mind.

However, Li Zhi lived in Tohodi's residence for a whole month. It was not that he didn't want to follow Nai Shi's footsteps, but that he had not yet calmed down. The scene of the fight with Xu Haifeng was vivid in his mind. If he could not calm down, then even if he was in a wasteland, it would be useless.

"Yes, I have indeed retreated." Li Zhi sighed slightly. For some reason, he couldn't even have any thoughts of hiding this masked man.

Grandmaster - This is definitely a top grandmaster. However, he is ignorant of wisdom. Why hasn't he heard of such a person?

There are such masters among the Huns. The master and disciple really underestimate the heroes of the world.

"Why did it retreat?"

Li Zhi pondered for a moment and said, "I pretended to be a Han Chinese and raided and plotted, which led to a estrangement in my heart. Then I joined hands with my family teacher to fight Xu Haifeng, but ended with a crushing defeat. All these things made me hurt my mind and regression naturally inevitable."

"You're right." The masked man nodded silently and said, "I once went to the Han capital and met Xu Haifeng."

Li Zhi's eyes lit up and he asked hurriedly: "How is it?" However, his expression immediately eased. If it weren't for the unstable heart of Tao, how could his cultivation be so unsatisfactory?

"Xu Haifeng is very strong." The masked man said slowly.

Li Zhi was stunned. Isn’t this nonsense? His master and disciple teamed up to him and was not his only enemy. If Xu Haifeng was not strong, I am afraid that no one in the world would believe it anymore.

"However, his personal cultivation is not much better than you." The masked man's words suddenly changed.

"Please give me some advice," Li Zhi asked seriously.

"It's actually very simple. His strength lies in the power of nature."

"The power of nature?"

"Yes, I don't know what method he used, but I felt the power of nature in him. Human power is limited after all, and only the power of nature is endless."

Li Zhi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he nodded day and night.

"Do you also want to understand the power of nature?" asked the masked man suddenly.

"Yes, I really want to give it a try." Li Zhi bowed.

"No, at least you can't do it now."

“Why?”

"Because, your heart is already in chaos." said the masked man: "If you want to enter a higher level, then first of all, you must be able to be calm."

Li Zhi's expression condensed, he bowed deeply to him, and said, "Thank you, senior."

"You don't need to be polite. If you look for a hidden place at this moment and practice it quietly for a hundred days, you will be able to recover as usual. Then you will think about the path you should take." The masked man waved his sleeves and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, I'll remember." Li Zhi said, and bowed respectfully to him. Then his figure disappeared into the darkness, and he didn't even say goodbye, so he left alone.

Looking at his back, the masked man took off the black scarf from his face.

However, it is incredible that this face is extremely familiar. It is actually Taiyi Zhenren, the number one master of the Central Plains.

However, the old Taoist priest was touching his smooth jaw and sighed deeply: "Oh... Military Advisor Jiang, Military Advisor Jiang, you sent the old Taoist to do a good job. This beard has been with me for decades. Do you still have to shave it off? You must shave it off."
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