"Let's go back."

"See how it gets dark." Feng Yin thought for a moment and touched the space ring. There were more than 20,000 pills."

I was still thinking of letting Wu Tiejun put it down later.

When night falls, it becomes even more spectacular.

Dotted everywhere are military camp bonfires.

Countless soldiers are still sweating profusely, building fortifications and various traps...

In full swing.

Several ghostly white shadows floated down from the mountains in the distance as if they were weightless.

Target, Wu Tiejun's military camp.

Jiao Sansheng noticed it first and knew that Feng Yin was actually here to help Wu Tiejun. He said calmly: "When the foothold is not stable, although the number of people who are awake in the army is the largest, it is easiest for everyone to perform their duties.

During the assassination."

"I didn't expect that Wu Tiejun, a local snake, did not arrange for a master to assassinate him. Instead, it was the two countries of Yan and Qi that took action first."

Jiao Sansheng said, looking at Feng Yin.

"This kind of method is unavoidable. And as long as the assassination is successful, the blame can be blamed on the so-called 'martyrs of the country' at any time. There is no evidence to prove that it was the military."

"No matter which country does this kind of thing, they will always use this kind of rhetoric. The same applies to Da Qin."

Feng Yin smiled noncommittally and looked at the looming white shadow in the distance. Under the cover of the snow and the flash of dancing fire, it silently sneaked towards the Qin army camp through light and darkness.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said: "But since we are here at the right time, let's capture them by the way."

Then he was stunned.

Because he looked at one of the figures, and it seemed very familiar. This made Feng Yin feel that he had not seen the wrong person, right?

Because I don’t actually know many people.

But there is no way this person could appear here, right?

I couldn't help but blurt out: "Here I go, you are really a righteous man in the world!"

Jiao Sansheng was confused by some of the two-foot-long monks.

Dong Xiaoyan frowned: "It's really surprising that he is from Zhizun Mountain."

Her eyesight is better than that of Feng Yin, and she can recognize it at a glance when Feng Yin reminds her.

But then he frowned, as if he couldn't figure it out, and murmured: "How could Zhizunshan place a bet?"

"Oh? Is it the Supreme Mountain that is the master of the fifth peak?"

Jiao Sansheng, with his Ningba personality, actually asked such a gossipy question.

This shows that the gossip of Zhizun Mountain is already very popular.

"Well, not only is the fifth peak master the Supreme Mountain, but the person who came is actually the center of the gossip."

Feng Yin also smiled interestingly.

"who?"

"Mo Yuantu."

"Here I go, he's actually the brother of Master Mo Qingkong!"

"puff!"

This sentence made Feng Yin and Dong Xiaoyan laugh out loud at the same time.

Too narrow!

He laughed, but when Feng Yin saw Mo Yuantu, he immediately understood something.

At that time, Mo Yuantu wanted to avenge his son and came to seek revenge on Wen Wen. However, he could not find any news about Wen Wen, so he turned to the Qin government for help.

But he was rejected by Da Qin.

At that time, Mo Yuantu went to Yan Guo.

Then, he started to collect all the information about Da Qin from that time.

At that time, neither He Biwen nor Wu Tiejun nor Feng Yin understood why Mo Yuantu was studying these things.

Because the Supreme Mountain is already transcendent, why does it involve the human dynasty in the war?

Why do you get involved?

Are you paying these conditions just for the death of your son?

At that time, everyone felt a little weird.

But now, Mo Yuantu appears here, and his purpose is to assassinate Wu Tiejun.

This is enough to prove that Mo Yuantu had reached an agreement with Dayan at that time!

Thinking of this, Feng Yin still hasn't figured it out yet.

"Why did Mo Yuantu do this? Isn't it better to be a god who is free from the world?"

Yes, until now, Feng Yin still can't figure out the reason why Mo Yuantu did this.

But now Dong Xiaoyan understood.

"It's nothing more than a sect that attracts the spirit of the dynasty."

Dong Xiaoyan said calmly: "This is a common thing for outsider sects. But Mo Yuantu's bet this time is obviously unwise."

"oh?"

Feng Yin could not have expected that it was Dong Xiaoyan who answered this question.

I couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Hanhan, you actually know this?"

"Who among the big sect doesn't know this?"

Dong Xiaoyan said: "These seem a bit mysterious and incomprehensible to secular people. But we all know that the development of a Jianghu sect has bottlenecks and restrictions. The strength of the sect follows the same rules as all conventional developments.

It’s: If you don’t advance, you will retreat. It is impossible to maintain the status quo and be stable.”

"So after reaching the upper limit of this bottleneck limit, if you want to grow and develop, you must rely on the bonus of dynasty luck."

An idea flashed in Feng Yin's mind.

I thought of a lot, such as the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism, such as Shaolin and Wudang, such as Cihang Jingzhai...cough.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Instantly, I had some enlightenment.

Or, some family sayings are not completely fabricated, and may be a bit exaggerated, but the prototypes must also exist, right?

Dong Xiaoyan said slowly:

"For example, you will understand that some sects were once powerful in the world. However, they often suddenly declined after a great battle that determined the world, or they suddenly closed their gates and could not come out for a hundred years...

Are there too many examples of this?"

"Not bad." Jiao Sansheng nodded and admitted.

This kind of thing happened too many times in his long life.

The sect dies, it just rises and falls.

"These are the ones who bet on losing, that is, they are not helping the winning side."

"And now, except for the two palaces, all the sects are placing bets. Either they are waiting and watching, or they have already placed bets."

Dong Xiaoyan said: "There are even some low-level sects that have actually been used by the courts of various countries and become part of the power of the courts."

Feng Yin frowned and said: "If that happens, wouldn't it mean that the sect is falling apart? It no longer exists at all, so what else can we bet on?"

"Then it's a bet!"

Dong Xiaoyan seemed surprised that Feng Yin didn't understand this: "Betting on one's own wealth and life is also a bet. The saying from ancient times is reasonable. Learn martial arts and sell them to the emperor's family."

"That's it."

"Although their gang no longer exists, they themselves have blended into the system. For the country, it is divided and absorbed, and Zhao'an is used for their own purposes. For the sect, it is a successful landing. As long as they are no longer there

If you die in the war, you will basically be rich and prosperous, so there is no problem. But along with it is the need to abide by the rules of the system from now on..."

"Only when a sect reaches the level of Five Lakes and Six Paths, can they consider taking advantage of the country's destiny to go further."

It's rare that there is something that Feng Yin doesn't know.

While Dong Xiaoyan despised Feng Yin, he also showed off his knowledge.

It has to be said that even Jiao Sansheng, a high-level demon clan, didn't know this kind of argument.

I really can only watch Hanhan perform.

"Generally, this kind of betting occurs when several countries are at war. By betting on the winning side, you can get a bonus to the luck of the dynasty, and it can also be recognized by the dynasty."

"If any dynasty that bets on actually unifies the mainland after continuous wars... then it is really successful! From then on, it becomes a sect that governs the country. After a period of time, it becomes prosperous and has many descendants, and slowly it can
To be continued...