The Big Black Horse galloped out of the long street and no one dared to stop it, leaving only a trail of smoke. Dozens of miles out of the city, there was only mist and the wind from the lake. Even though they were near the Great Swamp, the Big Black Horse did not slow down. Its hooves flew and continued to move forward, stepping on rocks and grass. It leaped high on the shore and landed on a South Jin Kingdom navy warship several feet away.
Countless splashing sounds could be heard. The South Jin Kingdom navy officers on the warship did not dare to stay and jumped into the lake one after another. They did not care that the lake water was still cold in early summer.
Those who could steer the ship had all left. How could such a large naval warship move forward on the lake? The sailors of the South Jin Kingdom and the people not far away all looked at the warship and the Big Black Horse on the deck. Deep in their terrified eyes, they were watching a good show.
Ning Que turned over and dismounted from the horse. He took out several pieces of light yellow Fu paper from the bag beside the saddle and casually pasted them on both sides of the warship's deck. He flicked his fingers and the Fu paper gradually faded, as if it was being burned or melted by the lake wind. A not very strong but very stable talisman suddenly enveloped the entire warship. The Qi of Heaven and Earth within a few miles of the lake was summoned. The sails were blown by the wind and the hull shook slightly. It began to move.
Tens of thousands of South Jin Kingdom navy officers saw this scene and were stunned. They had never thought that there would be someone in the world who could drive such a heavy warship by himself. The next moment, they began to speculate about how Ning Que would control the warship's draft and direction. In short, their emotions were extremely complicated.
Ning Que did not care about the warship's draft. The Great Swamp Lake was extremely deep. As long as they avoided the reeds and sand that could be seen with the naked eye, there would not be too much of a problem. As for the direction, it was very simple. He only needed the ship to go south. He did not care about the specific destination because the South Jin Kingdom was in the south.
He had already prepared the talisman paper in Chang 'an City and summoned the Qi of Heaven and Earth to boost the ship. The battleship sailed at an extremely fast speed and the heavy sails swayed uneasily by the lake wind. Fortunately, there were no leaks. It only took them half a day to board the ship from the south of Qinghe Prefecture to the shore in the south. They passed through the entire Great Swamp and arrived at dusk.
Although the South Jin Kingdom had been through many troubles, it was still the second most powerful country in the Central Plains, second only to the Tang Empire. The response from the imperial court to the military was extremely fast. They were already prepared for his arrival. Countless cavalrymen surrounded the dock called Taiye County. There were also hundreds of cultivators hiding in the woods on both sides of the official road, ready to attack at the command.
Ning Que knew very well what was waiting for him, but he had no intention of hiding his tracks. He rode on the Big Black Horse and continued to head south expressionlessly. Strangely, no one attacked him.
The cavalrymen and cultivators of the South Jin Kingdom did not even have the courage to attack him because of his name and the iron bow on his shoulder. They could only watch him move forward. This fact made them feel extremely disappointed.
A hundred miles to the south, a stubborn and proud mountain that looked like an ancient sword could be faintly seen in the distance. It was the former holy land for cultivation — the Sword Garret of the South Jin Kingdom. Looking at the Sword Garret and thinking of the proud swordsmen who were once enemies and then companions, Ning Que reached out his hand to stop the Big Black Horse. After a moment of silence, he looked at the vigilant cavalrymen and cultivators of the South Jin Kingdom and said, "I will stay here for a while."
When the snow fell, he jumped off the city of Chang 'an and disappeared from the world. Few people knew that he had secretly sneaked into the Northern Military Camp and secretly made a risky plan with General Xu Chi and Fourth Brother to destroy the Golden Tribe. When he and the Academy and the Tang army finally defeated the Golden Tribe in the City of Wei, he stayed for a few days to write talismans in blood. Then he did not stop. He went to the southern border of the Tang Empire, out of the Verdant Canyon, killed Hengmu, and went down to the Dingqing River in the Yangzhou. He had traveled thousands of miles to kill people and had not rested or slept for a hundred days. His spirit and body had long been exhausted, but he still moved forward. It seemed that something was urging him to speed up, as if he was racing with someone.
Today, in the territory of the South Jin Kingdom, at a place where he could see the Sword Garret from afar, he suddenly stopped and told everyone that he would stay here for a while. This was very surprising.
The cavalrymen and cultivators of the South Jin Kingdom looked at him on the black horse with complicated emotions. They looked at his pale face and his haggard appearance. They thought to themselves, "Is he finally tired?" Mr. Thirteen of the Academy, who was rumored to kill for fun and was close to the devil … Did he want to stop after killing so many people?
Anything that lasted for too long or happened too frequently would eventually make people sick of it. Except for Ning Que and Sangsang, Jing Tingshan was the only one who never got sick of each other.
The temperature in the south was relatively higher. In the fields and hills on both sides of the river, the heat was unbearable. The coalition army of the Divine Hall and the army of the Great River Kingdom, who had been confronting each other for a long time, were already extremely tired. Even the corpses of their dead comrades on the battlefield could hardly arouse their passion and desire to fight.
A slender and slightly curved sword was carefully wiped by a white handkerchief. The blood left by the enemy in the morning was wiped clean. The body of the sword reflected the green mountains behind it and looked very beautiful.
Cat Girl quietly wiped the sword. The cute and naive little girl in the past was now married and became the calmest or cold-blooded swordsman on the battlefield. The most horrible place like the battlefield was not only annoying, but it was also easy to train or change people.
Zhuo Zhihua stood behind her and looked at the camp of the coalition army of the Divine Hall a few miles away. She frowned slightly and still could not understand why the Great Divine Priest of South Sea would let the army set up the formation with their backs to the river. Even if the man had been fishing in the South Sea all year round and was completely ignorant of military affairs, the Divine Hall had never lacked real military masters.
Her eyes were dazzled by the reflection of the sword. She could not help but squint and look at Cat Girl with a touch of pity in her eyes. Cat Girl's newly married man died in a surprise attack by the powerhouses of the Divine Hall more than ten days ago. The newly married woman became a widow. Although the little girl looked calm, everyone could see the hidden pain and anger in her.
The guardian of the Great River Kingdom had changed from the Master of Calligrapher to the Queen. The women of the Black Ink Garden with swords on their waists were always the symbol of courage and virtue in this country. In this tragic war, the disciples of the Black Ink Garden had always been fighting in the most difficult and tragic places. If it were not for them, the coalition army of the West-Hill Divine Palace with more cultivators would have already succeeded in breaking through this line of defense and killed into the hinterland of the Great River Kingdom.
Of course, the main reason why Zhuo Zhihua and Cat Girl could fight so confidently was that there were two big chariots standing side by side dozens of feet behind them.
A royal chariot surrounded by snow-white gauze and a sacred chariot surrounded by blood-red gauze. In the royal chariot sat the queen of the Great River Kingdom, Mo Shanshan, and in the sacred chariot sat the Great Divine Priest of Judgment, Ye Hongyu.
There was also a sacred chariot in the hills on the south bank of the Great River. It belonged to Zhao Nanhai. The Great Divine Priest of the West-Hill Divine Palace's Revelation Hall had been empty for a long time. Many people thought that Zhao Nanhai, who was deeply trusted by the Abbey Dean, would take over this position. However, they did not expect that the war would come so fast that there was no time for the succession ceremony of the Great Divine Priest of Revelation. Therefore, Zhao Nanhai was now only leading the coalition army with the title of Great Divine Priest of West-Hill.
Zhuo Zhihua did not understand why the coalition army of the Divine Hall set up camp with their backs to the river. Zhao Nanhai, the Great Divine Priest of the South Sea, did not seem to be afraid to show his terrible military ability to the whole southern continent. In fact, this lord who was born as a fisherman was very experienced on the battlefield. Some time ago, he successfully dragged the army of the Great River Kingdom into a trap. If more than a hundred cavalrymen of the Divine Hall who were loyal to Ye Hongyu had not suddenly rebelled on the battlefield, the Great River Kingdom would have been hit hard.
The news of Ning Que's two battles in the City of Wei and Yangzhou had not reached here yet. However, the role of a real powerhouse in the war was becoming more and more obvious. It had gradually become an indisputable fact.
If the Great River Kingdom wanted to survive under the terrifying pressure of the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army, they had to find a way to kill Zhao Nanhai, or at least threaten him so that he would not be able to focus on the battlefield.
Thinking of this, Zhuo Zhihua turned around to look at the two large chariots. The queen could not enter the battlefield lightly, but what about the powerhouse in the sacred chariot? The sacred chariot beside the king's chariot was as bloody as it used to be. Even if the Great Divine Priest of Judgment left the Peach Mountain, she would still be the Great Divine Priest of Judgment. Even the Hierarch Lord could not deprive her of her position. Naturally, her temperament would never change. According to her usual style, she would have long thought of killing Zhao Nanhai. Why was she still sitting in the sacred chariot after so many days?
"The Great Divine Priest of Judgment has not moved. It seems that she has guessed something …"
In the hills beside the Great River, Zhao Nanhai stood in front of the sacred chariot that was heavily protected by thousands of Papal Cavalrymen of the West-Hill Divine Palace. He looked at the two large chariots in the Great River Kingdom's camp and frowned slightly. "If she has guessed it, then Ning Que might have guessed it too. After all, they are very similar."
The situation in the Great River was dangerous. Actually, his situation had been very dangerous from the beginning. With Ye Hongyu's crazy fighting ability and the Queen of the Great River Kingdom who was proficient in Talisman Taoism, there was an eighty percent chance that he would lose his life in this angry yellow river if the enemy really risked their lives to attack.
That was why he ordered the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army to line up with their backs to the river. It seemed that he was risking his life and inviting Ye Hongyu and Mo Shanshan to kill him because of his judgment of the situation. But in fact, that was not the case.
The Great Divine Priest of the South Sea who shouldered the responsibility of the Divine Halls in the south was as thin and dark as before. He was silent, like the surging yellow river below the hills behind him. There was no need for words.
He rarely talked to himself. At this time, he was not talking to himself, but to someone else.
"Ning Que did not continue to the south. It seems that he has guessed something."
A dull voice came from the sacred chariot. The river wind blew the gauze curtain, and a curtain of light could be vaguely seen. There was a figure behind the curtain. It was the Hierarch of the West-Hill Divine Palace, Xiong Chumo.
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