"I've been thinking about it for a long time." Yin Wu Tian snorted. His expression became bleak, "This matter … I want to do it!"
"Shut up!" Jing Meng Hun said sternly, "You don't want to live anymore! Do you know who Cheng Yun He is? Kill him? How can you say that? "
"My brother's legs are related to that old thief Cheng Yun He!" Yin Wu Tian clenched his teeth.
"You're crazy! That Ye Gong is clearly a spy! "Jing Meng Hun said angrily," Do you believe what he says? "
"Ye Gong is obviously not a good person. But, it doesn't mean that his knowledge is false." Yin Wu Tian snorted and said, "We have studied my brother's injuries many times. Finally, we unanimously concluded that this is a strange martial art that directly damages the meridians. Moreover, it is very sharp. "
"But, Ye Gong could see at a glance that this is an invisible sword energy!" Yin Wu Tian said, "This is absolutely not false!"
"Even if it is not false, what does it have to do with Cheng Yun He? He is just a weak scholar! "Jing Meng Hun panicked. If he couldn't dispel Yin Wu Tian's thoughts, and if he really killed Cheng Yun He …
Then, it would be over!
Diwu Qing Rou valued Cheng Yun He. How could he allow Yin Wu Tian to kill Cheng Yun He?
"Only he has a chance!" Yin Wu Tian was indifferent, "Even if he didn't do it, he must have known about it." His eyes revealed a look of hatred, "Don't tell me that my brother's legs were crippled in vain!"
"Old Fourth!" Jing Meng Hun shouted sternly in a low voice. Then, he said in a low voice, "Let this matter rot in your heart …"
Yin Wu Tian immediately realized that Jing Meng Hun had some doubts in his heart when he heard these words.
"Let it rot in your heart …" Yin Wu Tian sneered mischievously. A cold light flashed in his eyes as he said in a low voice, "But … that's my elder brother, ah … my elder brother from the same mother … we share the same blood …"
Jing Meng Hun was speechless for a while. He stared blankly at Yin Wu Tian. They looked at each other in a daze, but didn't speak. The tent became deathly silent.
When Diwu Qing Rou returned to the Prime Minister's manor, the first thing he did was to write a letter. Then, he clapped his hands, and the wall behind him started to twist and squirm. It seemed as if there was a living creature …
After a long time, a strange figure separated from the inside. It was the figure of a flying bird, extremely illusory.
Diwu Qing Rou rolled up the letter. Then, he rubbed his hands together and turned it into a small ball. Then, he stuffed it into the mouth of the illusory bird.
The illusory bird immediately began to retreat. When it came into contact with the wall, the space suddenly distorted and rippled, and then slowly returned to normal.
In the blink of an eye, the strange bird boat disappeared.
Diwu Qing Rou sat quietly on his chair. His eyes flashed with a sharp light. No one knew what he was thinking. After a long time, he clapped his hands and said, "Summon Han Bu Chu, Cheng Yun He, the generals of the eight war zones, and the officials of the military, the Ministry of Revenue, and the Ministry of Appointments. Everyone must come to my place by tomorrow afternoon!"
Diwu Qing Rou's voice had a kind of decisiveness in it. Gloomy and cold!
"Yes." A voice answered from outside the study room.
Diwu Qing Rou rubbed his temples and slowly paced back and forth. After a long time, he stood in front of the window and said to himself, "Then, I will first overturn this world!"
Then, he turned around and flicked his finger. With a 'shua' sound, a large map fell down from the opposite wall.
This map was three feet wide from top to bottom, but it was nearly ten feet long from left to right.
The topography on the map was clear and extremely detailed.
In the middle of the map, there were two words that Diwu Qing Rou had written in red: Iron Cloud!
This was the map of the entire Iron Cloud Nation.
"Schemes and tricks are only small tricks. Even if they are useful, they are not very useful. The real decisive power is on the battlefield! "Diwu Qing Rou muttered," If we attack from the front … "
His gaze fell on the border between Iron Cloud and Great Zhao. The two sides had been fighting for hundreds of years! That area!
On the map, it was only as thick as a finger and not as long as an arm. However, in this area, the lives of tens of millions of outstanding soldiers had been buried for hundreds of years!
The two countries fought each other here and there, fighting without rest!
This place was a battlefield. It included dozens of mountains, hundreds of cities, canyons, and large-scale battlefields! Moreover, it was vast and spanned a long distance. The battle here was so loud that the neighboring mountains could not necessarily hear it.
As for the places further away, they naturally could not hear it.
In the wars of the past, the battle strategy was the same: one side would deliberately mislead the enemy, and then attack from the other side. Then, the enemy would meet the enemy head-on. The military strength would be in a stalemate, and both sides would dispatch troops to reinforce each other …
This area was not small. Moreover, it was far beyond the scope of an ordinary battlefield. If it was a large-scale battle, it would be enough to set up a dozen large battlefields that could accommodate millions of people fighting. However, to put it bluntly, almost all the famous generals of the past had memorized the topography of this area.
Some of them were so detailed that they even clearly remembered the peculiarities of each mountain.
Even so, there were people constantly lying in ambush, people constantly losing their lives, and people constantly being harmed …
This place was called the 'Land of Fighting Souls' by the two countries of Iron Cloud and Great Zhao!
Tens of millions of soldiers were buried here. If it was not called 'Land of Fighting Souls', then there was no other special name that could be given.
"King of Hell Chu, scheming and scheming is only a minor skill. Fighting for supremacy on the battlefield is the real skill!" Diwu Qing Rou's deep gaze looked here and muttered, "King of Hell Chu, Tie Bu Tian, Tie Long Cheng! Let us decide who will belong to the world here! "
Chu Yang had now completed the evolution of his fifth grade Revered Sword Artist! He still maintained his original posture, lying in the grass, and looking at the starry sky.
It was almost dawn now. If he went into the water, he was afraid that it would be the morning of the day by the time he made a ruckus.
That would be too big of a commotion.
Therefore, he wanted to leave this time until nighttime. Then, he would need to go into the water in the afternoon. It would be close to nighttime by the time he found it. The battle would also need some time to reflect from such a deep underwater to the surface …
Just in time for nighttime!
He would have a whole day's free time.
Chu Yang unconsciously thought, [I wonder how Master and Tan Tan are doing in the Upper Three Heavens? Would Qingwu be very happy to receive those gifts from me? Would she smile?
What are those brothers of mine doing after they went back? Has Gu Du Xing already given that thing to Gu Miao Ling? I killed two people for him. Would he be annoyed?
Ji Mo and Luo Ke Di should already be in the Cang Lan Battlefront … Would they be in danger?]
After thinking for a while, a clear figure suddenly appeared in his mind — Wu Qian Qian! A pair of eyes with hidden bitterness was looking at him. Chu Yang was startled. He hastily shook his head. But, another person was staring at him — Tie Bu Tian!
The Emperor of Iron Cloud was looking at him. Her gaze was gentle, but it contained deep expectations.
Then, Diwu Qing Rou's face appeared.
Chu Yang closed his eyes, and helplessly smiled bitterly. Since his rebirth, he had gone through a lot of things. It could be said that he hadn't stopped working for even half a day in such a long time.
In addition to official matters, there were also private matters. Then, he had to spend a lot of time practicing martial arts every day. Every day, he had to make his physical body reach a few breakthroughs.
Time passed little by little. In the morning, Chu Yang, Jing Meng Hun, and Yin Wu Tian sat together and ate a harmonious breakfast. Everyone was talking and laughing wittily.
However, Jing Meng Hun and Yin Wu Tian looked very dispirited. It was obvious that they hadn't slept well these past few days. They weren't as spirited as Minister Chu.
At noon, Yin Wu Tian found a few fishermen and asked them to go into the water to step on the lotus roots. But, they didn't have more than seven knots.
Chu Yang sighed as he looked.
After eating and drinking, Jing Meng Hun received a notice and hurried back to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Yin Wu Tian was drunk and dizzy. He looked for people and changed to another place to continue the work. But, nothing happened.
Minister Chu shook his head and sighed.
He didn't say a word. But, Yin Wu Tian couldn't help but feel angry as he looked at Minister Chu's appearance. Moreover, the Fourth King Level Master Yin had been having a bad time these past few days. So, he had to look at this' King Level Master Jun Qing Yang 'every day. His belly was filled with disgust, and he felt like it was about to burst.
"Great Zhao … Great Zhao … Great Zhao … Great Zhao is known as the richest in the world, but it's nothing more than this!" King Level Master Jun Qing Yang began to speak strange words. Yin Wu Tian almost covered his face and left.
"Moreover, this is the richest province in Great Zhao. Tsk tsk …" Jun Qing Yang's voice was strange. But, it was deliberately strange. It made people's hair stand on end.
"It's known as the Spirit of Illustrious Heroes. Tsk tsk …" Jun Qing Yang continued, "… I can't even find a lotus root …"
Yin Wu Tian's face was as black as iron. He stood there stupefied.
"It seems that this lotus lake can only be used to raise fish …" King Level Master Jun Qing Yang sighed.
"It's not that our Great Zhao doesn't have any. It's just that … stepping on lotus roots is a technical job," Yin Wu Tian suppressed his anger and said in a muffled voice, "We know martial arts, but we don't know how to do it …"
"Tsk tsk … do you want this King Level Master to go down personally?" Jun Qing Yang squinted.
[I would've kicked this bastard into the lake if Prime Minister Diwu hadn't instructed me to do so.] Yin Wu Tian's eyes blazed as he coldly said, "I wouldn't dare to stop King Level Master Jun if you have such a refined interest."
"He he … it seems that I have no choice but to go down personally," King Level Master Jun Qing Yang stretched his legs and moved his waist. Then, he began to take off his clothes.
"Go down, go down. You'll drown. You'll suffocate. You'll get entangled by the aquatic plants. You'll die and rot in there!" Yin Wu Tian prayed viciously in his heart. But, he still asked with concern, "Brother Jun, do you really want to go down?"
"Brother Jun? Jun Qing Yang was bare-chested. He made a strange pose, and exposed an eye-catching scar that stretched from his chest to his belly. It meandered all over his body like a huge centipede. He then said with a strange smile, "Fourth King Level Master Yin, you can't call me 'Brother Jun'. My status is low, but you … ha ha ha ha ha, have you ever heard of bamboo? "
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