In an official yamen in Qingzhou.
At this moment, it was occupied by a group of elite soldiers in green cotton armor.
The heads of the officials who were originally in the yamen were hung in a row outside the yamen. The dark red ice on the ground was slowly melting under the sun.
Su Qing, who was wearing a thin shirt, walked out of the room. The cold wind outside immediately woke him up.
After breakfast, Su Qing casually asked the guard, "Is Qing Lian still in the room?"
"Yes! She hasn't come out for the past two days! "
Su Qing frowned. Dingzhou, Qingzhou, and Pingzhou had all revolted according to the plan.
Although Great Xia was at its weakest, its hundreds of years of rule was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Although he had planned for many years, most of the revolutionary soldiers were just ordinary people who couldn't survive.
There were less than 10,000 elites.
At this time, he had to be careful and handle many things.
However, after Qing Lian returned from Dayao, she didn't share the burden. Instead, she plunged into the room and did this for a month. Every day, she would hold those books that people couldn't understand and write and draw.
Su Qing felt that Qing Lian seemed to have changed into a different person after going out.
Or did something happen to her over there?
Su Qing stood in place and pondered for a while before deciding to talk to her.
After all, Qing Lian was a great help in terms of wisdom and tactics. Furthermore, her lifespan was shorter than that of ordinary practitioners. Furthermore, she was a woman and wouldn't pose too much of a threat to him.
Su Qing came to the door of Qing Lian's room and knocked.
There was no response.
However, he heard the sound of something colliding inside.
"Qing Lian!" Su Qing raised his voice and shouted.
"Come in!" A melodious female voice came from the room.
Su Qing pushed the door open and saw Qing Lian sitting in front of the table with disheveled hair and a dirty face. She threw a needle on the table and wrote something on a piece of paper.
Then, she picked up the needle and threw it again.
Su Qing felt that she was simply crazy. He had never seen her in such a disheveled state before, but now she was sitting here with disheveled hair and a dirty face. Her eyes were bloodshot when she occasionally turned her head. He reckoned that she hadn't rested since yesterday.
"What are you doing?" Su Qing walked forward and found a piece of paper on Qing Lian's table. There were horizontal lines drawn on it.
Qing Lian was holding a needle and repeatedly throwing it on the paper.
"I'm verifying a question. The distance between these threads is two inches, and this needle is one and a half inches long. If I throw this needle down, what are the chances of it hitting one of the threads? "
Qing Lian's hands did not stop moving as she spoke. Not long after, she exclaimed in admiration.
"I've tried more than 3,000 times, and it's just as the book says. It's really amazing!"
Su Qing said solemnly, "I have something to discuss with you."
"Wait! I'll finish the rest first, "Qing Lian said without raising her head.
After a long while, Qing Lian finally put down her pen and stretched her body. She leaned against the back of the chair and said lazily, "What's the matter?"
"What are you doing every day now?" Su Qing stood a little further away and asked.
"You wouldn't understand even if I told you!" Qing Lian said lazily and yawned.
Su Qing's frown deepened.
In fact, he had mentioned it once before, but Qing Lian had said the same thing, which made him quite dissatisfied.
"Now that big things are starting to happen, you have been looking at these things every day since you came back from Dayao. You don't care about anything else. Qing Lian, don't forget our agreement. "Su Qing pointed at the things on the table with an ugly expression.
Qing Lian looked up at him and said, "Oh, you think what I'm doing now is useless, right?"
"That's right!" Su Qing said while suppressing his anger.
Qing Lian stood up from the chair, walked to the window, and waved her hand. A cold light flashed, and a sword appeared in her hand.
She turned to look at Su Qing and said, "I know you have a trick called Rain Gate. Use it on me and see if I can block it. My back is facing you! "
"Are you crazy?" Su Qing asked with a livid face.
"Why don't you try and see if I'm crazy? Don't you want to know what I'm doing every day? "Qing Lian's eyes curved like a crescent moon, and her face was full of smiles.
Seeing the smile on Qing Lian's face, Su Qing became even angrier.
You are a sword slave, and your cultivation comes from the sword in your hand. You don't have any abilities, so what right do you have to look down on me?
"Wait!" Qing Lian suddenly shouted, "Let's go out and try. It would be a pity if you break anything."
Su Qing was even angrier, but he endured it and said, "Fine!"
He made up his mind. Although he wasn't as strong as Qing Lian, if she wanted to block this move with her back facing him, he would definitely teach her a lesson.
The two of them left the house, and Qing Lian stood in the middle of the courtyard, holding the sword with her back facing Su Qing, and said, "Make your move."
"Be careful!" Su Qing warned.
Rain Gate was one of the three killer moves of Su Qing's sect. As the name suggested, it was like opening the heavenly gate of rain.
Su Qing didn't carry any weapons, but his hand suddenly emitted thousands of silver lights, which fell on Qing Lian like a downpour.
Even an ant would have no place to hide under such heavy rain, let alone a human.
However, Qing Lian held the sword in her right hand and drew a line in the air, and the sound of pearls and jade falling on a plate rang out.
Su Qing looked at Qing Lian, who didn't move at all, and his face turned pale with shock in his eyes. "Impossible, how did you do it?"
Rain Gate was one of the three killer moves of his sect. Over the years, countless experts had been targeted by this move, so how could Qing Lian block all of it with her back facing him?
Qing Lian put away her sword. Her chest rose and fell slightly, and there was some sweat on her head, but she looked very proud. "I calculated it! This method of algebra is really amazing! Your Rain Gate looks like it's going straight down, but there's actually a sequence and a certain pattern in it. As long as I can calculate the probability of your attack, I'll be able to block this move! "
Su Qing was dumbfounded.
"Of course, it's easy to say, but it's actually very troublesome to calculate. I have to calculate the angle of each move and the landing point of each move. I have a deep understanding of you, and I've tried to calculate this move of yours before, so I was able to calculate it. If someone else had used this move, I wouldn't have been able to calculate it in such a short time. "
Qing Lian softened her voice, or rather, she was comforting Su Qing.
Otherwise, that old fellow in his sect would definitely think of a way to kill him.
Su Qing's face alternated between green and white. He was indeed frightened. It was simply too terrifying. She actually blocked all of his moves with her back facing him?
As for what Qing Lian said after that, he was skeptical.
After a long while, Su Qing let out a long sigh.
"Even so, the most important thing now is the uprising. My ancestors have been planning for many years, and you and I have been preparing for this for many years, not to mention those who have bet their lives on this matter. Don't you know what's more important? "
Qing Lian's eyes turned, and she immediately beamed with joy. "This matter is easy to handle. Send all the information to my room, and I'll give you an answer in three days."
Three days later, Su Qing received a whole stack of papers that were filled with data.
From the time of the imperial court's recruitment, the number of people, the calculation of rations, the reaction time of the imperial court, the generals sent out, and the responses of the various regions, everything was marked with percentages.
Even which route, how many troops to attack, how long it would take, and the probability of success were all marked with percentages.
After Su Qing finished reading the stack of papers, his mind was filled with three words: How is this possible?
How did she manage to do it?
How real are these things?
At this moment, Qing Lian was in a deep sleep in her room, and there was a hint of exhaustion on her face.
She was still tightly holding a book called Probability Theory and Mathematical Statistics in her hand.
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