The ox was an exotic species, which was as large as a hill. Its whole body was cyan, its eyes glowed red, and its four hooves were on fire. It trod in the air and dragged the ox cart on the plain.
It was just that the carriage looked very simple and crude compared to its owner's status.
However, Mr. Cheng and the old marshal immediately saluted the ox cart.
"Your Majesty, I pay my respects."
The cyan ox with four flaming hooves stopped.
The ox cart was covered with a thin gauze, and the figures inside were faintly glowing.
There was a series of "kacha kacha" sounds in the car.
It sounded like someone was eating pine nuts or something like that.
Accompanied by a series of "kacha kacha" sounds, someone said, "At ease."
"Thank you, Your Majesty," Mr. Cheng and the old marshal said in unison.
The former moved his sore joints, while the latter took a step forward and bowed to the ox cart in front of him. "I'm guilty."
There was a sound in the cart, which seemed a little vague, as if someone was chewing something.
"You have your merits and demerits, but they do not offset each other. Go back and receive your punishment."
Hearing that, the old marshal said respectfully, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Then he stood up, folded his hands, and watched the ox cart set off again in the direction of the Western Qin.
But the old marshal did not return to the border to command the troops again. Instead, he returned to the imperial city of the East Zhou Dynasty.
Mr. Cheng followed the ox cart with an oil-paper umbrella under his arm. As he walked, he said, "He invaded the Western Qin without asking for permission and made himself an enemy of Tianhe. Of course, he should be punished. But Marshal Hu is really dedicated to the public and has no selfish desires. He only wants to expand the territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty and doesn't want to embarrass Your Majesty. He has long been ready to take responsibility."
"You don't have to rush to plead for him. I trust Old Hu." There was a cracking sound in the ox cart, as if a fruit shell had been cracked.
Mr. Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.
Of course, he could not make the decision to act first and report later.
As the saying went, "When a general is in the field, he may not obey the emperor's order" also depended on the specific situation.
The internal punishment of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty on the old marshal was inevitable. It could be regarded as a reminder to the others.
However, the person in the ox cart clearly had no intention of paying attention to those who were not from the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.
The conflicts between the Eastern Zhou Dynasty and the Western Qin Dynasty had never been small, and the tension between them was no less than that between the Ancient God and the Southern Chu Dynasty.
At present, a large part of the Western Qin's territory had been annexed to the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. Naturally, it was a credit for the Eastern Zhou Dynasty to seize the opportunity to expand its territory.
Mister Cheng asked, "Then I shall go to the Western Punitive Expedition …"
The 'kacha kacha' sounds from the ox-cart were incessant. The person in the ox-cart did not stop talking, "Let's call it a day."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Mr. Cheng understood tacitly.
He returned alone to the mountain ridge at the border of Zhou and Qin.
The Eastern Zhou generals who were still waiting quietly heaved a sigh of relief when they heard the decree.
Everyone, including the old commander himself, was mentally prepared for the outcome of the old commander surnamed Hu.
The only suspense was how His Majesty would deal with the territories that he had occupied after he came out of seclusion.
In the Milky Way lineage, there were often people running back and forth these days, trying to put an end to the fighting between Zhou and Qin.
Now that His Majesty had issued the decree, the attack against the Western Qin would come to an end.
But it was impossible to return the territory that they had conquered with their own ability.
The next step was the sorting out and digesting. For the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, this trip had been a huge gain.
After Mr. Cheng arranged everything properly, he set off again to catch up with the ox-cart.
The ox-cart went all the way to Zhengyang City.
The acquiescence of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty to the General's victory was out of consideration for the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.
But in Zhengyang City, they also needed to help the old Sword Immortal out of the siege.
"Elder Ying and the others must have met Elder Yun by now, right?" After catching up with the ox-cart, Mr. Cheng sat on the front shaft outside the ox-cart as the driver.
On the way, before they reached the territory of the Western Qin, Elder Tianhe had heard the news and came to see the Empress, who had just come out of seclusion. But Mr. Cheng stopped them all.
Since the other party had no choice but to leave, he must have explained the situation to the old Sword Immortal.
The person in the ox-cart grunted.
Mr. Cheng said helplessly, "Your Majesty, although I also believe that Elder Yun is broad-minded and won't be instigated by others, we still have to do something to save face."
With a "crunch", the person in the ox-cart threw an almond into his mouth. "Except for Elder Yun and a few others, the people of Tianhe are getting more and more long-winded. I don't want to listen to their nonsense."
Mr. Cheng smiled bitterly.
As long as they were human, they might have their own thoughts.
On the whole, the people of Tianhe were mostly decent.
But they were also old-fashioned and stubborn.
For more than a hundred years, the people of Tianhe had been protecting the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.
The old Sword Immortal himself did that out of concern for the descendants of his old friends. The people of Tianhe didn't consider themselves saviors.
But some of the people of Tianhe had more or less formed a sense of supervision. They couldn't stand some of the actions of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty and often wanted to correct them.
"Your Majesty, although many of the suggestions of the people of Tianhe are impractical, they are at least another voice. You will be enlightened if you listen to both." Mr. Cheng advised.
"No," the person in the ox-cart said without hesitation.
"It's too tiring to be a wise ruler. I'm more suited to be a fatuous ruler."
Mr. Cheng almost had the urge to roll his eyes. "Your Majesty, you are too modest. A fatuous ruler is still very far away from you.
Of course, it would be better if you could be more diligent. "
"Eating, drinking, and playing are more suited to me." The Empress slowly cracked open a pine nut and savored the taste of the pine nut.
Mr. Cheng finally rolled his eyes. "With all due respect, Your Majesty, you moved the national treasury three times to fill the imperial treasury just to eat and drink. If you really look at it by the standards of a fatuous ruler, you are also quite unambitious …"
Before he finished speaking, the back of his head was hit by a pine nut shell that was thrown out from the ox-cart.
Mr. Cheng sighed deeply.
"Your Majesty, you are good at everything, but sometimes you are too childish."
The middle-aged ox-cart driver looked at the huge green bull in front of him with a gloomy expression.
Because he hated the Green Bull Temple, he had given up on the dragon carriage and rode on the ox-cart when he was young. Instead of riding a dragon, he rode a bull. This kind of childish behavior was something that only his Majesty could do.
Even after he ascended the throne and was equal to the master of the Green Bull Temple, this habit had never changed.
As a result, he could only drive the ox-cart as her driver now …
If there must be any improvement, it was that the green bull used to drive the ox-cart had been continuously upgraded from an ordinary species to a rare species.
"It's good to be a baby." The person in the ox-cart began to crunch on dried fruits again.
Mr. Cheng looked helpless again.
He wanted to say something, but suddenly closed his mouth. His expression became calm and steady again, and he turned his head to look into the distance.
"Your Majesty, it looks like the people of the Green Bull Temple and Southern Chu," Mr. Cheng said.
"It's not just like, it's definitely them," the person in the ox-cart said carelessly. "Move faster. We still have to go to Zhengyang City."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Mr. Cheng held an oil-paper umbrella under his arm, jumped off the ox-cart, and floated away in the wind and rain.
Ahead, among the mountains and rivers of Western Qin, a great battle was breaking out.
Half of the sky was filled with purple Qi, and the huge Tai Chi diagram formed by the Yin and Yang fishes seemed to replace the sun in the sky.
The other half of the sky was a sea of raging pure golden flames. It was a dazzling expanse of gold, and one couldn't see the end of it.
The shadow of a golden dragon was rising and falling in it.
On the purple Qi side was an old Taoist.
In this battle of Western Qin, the abbey dean of the Green Bull Temple had not shown up. At present, the Green Bull Temple was led by several venerable elders of the Taoist School.
On the other side, in the sea of golden fire, there was an old man whose hair and beard seemed to have turned golden. He was dressed in luxurious royal clothes and looked extraordinary.
As Prince Yuyang, who was two generations older than the current Emperor of Chu, was also one of the top experts in Southern Chu. Most of the time, he cultivated in seclusion, and only came out to fight for Southern Chu in such a big battle.
The two sides, with their respective strengths of the Tai Qing Sutra and the Glory Chart, fought fiercely on the land of Western Qin, but they were all for occupying this territory.
With them as the center, no one dared to approach the battlefield.
On the periphery of the battlefield, more true disciples of the Green Bull Temple and experts of Southern Chu were engaged in a fierce battle.
However, from the center to the periphery, everyone suddenly slowed down their movements.
While guarding against the enemy, they all looked into the distance with vigilance.
Dark clouds suddenly covered the sky and kept moving in their direction.
As the dark clouds approached, a continuous drizzle fell, washing the heaven and earth.
The flames of the golden light died down.
The vast purple Qi dissipated and retreated.
The world was completely covered by the dark rain.
A figure with an oil-paper umbrella under his armpit appeared between the old Taoist and Prince Yuyang of Southern Chu.
The pressure of the two sides' attacks fell on him alone, but it soon disappeared.
Mr. Cheng bent over and massaged his sore joints.
"You two are old but strong. My rusty arms and legs can't bear it."
That middle-aged man said with a relaxed look.
In contrast, the expressions of his two opponents were even more solemn than before.
"Master of Rain, Uncle Cheng …" The two said in unison. Their faces seemed to be gloomier than the rain clouds in the sky.
Cheng Shu Zhi smiled kindly and said, "His Majesty has come out of seclusion to quell the war here. I hope the two of you can stop fighting and leave."
The old Taoist took a deep breath and said, "Her Majesty has come here? I wonder if I can see her? "
Cheng Shuzhi shook his head and said, "Please forgive me. Her Majesty is not seeing guests at the moment, so she asked me to come to you and ask you to leave the Western Qin."
The old Taoist looked at Cheng Shuzhi and said, "Will your Eastern Zhou Dynasty also spit out the land of the Western Qin you occupied?"
"You don't have to worry about that," Cheng Shuzhi said.
Prince Yuyang of Southern Chu sneered and said, "Your Eastern Zhou Dynasty is really thick-skinned."
Cheng Shuzhi moved his sore neck and said, "I don't deserve that. But if you don't want to leave, your skin must be thick enough."
As he spoke, all the martial artists of Southern Chu and Green Bull Temple felt the rain falling from the sky suddenly changed.
Every drop of rain seemed to become a sharp blade piercing through the heaven and earth!
Just a single drop of rainwater would pierce through their protective aura.
The rain did not become heavier.
But the drizzle continued, and the whole world seemed to be hit into a sieve, full of holes. That was not enough to describe the desolation.
More than half of the people present were instantly like seedlings blown down by a storm, falling down in large swathes.
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