At first glance, everyone of the Five Saints said nothing, but Ye Qing knew that they were angry.

The wrath of a saint does not appear in color

But Ye Qing'an sat in the main seat, sneering, and secretly sighed in his heart. Once upon a time, he was not afraid at all?

This is the change of personhood.

After thinking for a while, Nuwa sighed slightly, turned around, looked at Ye Qing, picked up the pen and signed it. Tongtian thought about it and expressed his support for signing it.

There were two holy signs in an instant, forming a suppression. When the original look at Laojun, he was also cold and promised to sign the contract. Laojun still looked mysterious and signed.

Finally, under Ye Qing and the Four Saints' eyes, the Western saints signed a contract without expression.

"Great Good" Ye Qing bowed to the Five Saints at this time, and his figure disappeared.

The Great Hall of Bliss

The Western saints looked ugly.

A disciple looked at his face and asked, "Will you contact the Three Saints again for this matter?"

The Western saint was silent for a while and shook his head: "The sky seal has surrendered, and all the secret promises are useless, and they will no longer respond."

The disciples looked at each other, and the first disciple took the treaty and looked at it, pondering and said: "It's still fair on the surface, but Ye Qing has the status of the Emperor of Heaven, so he has the main channels for the palm of the palm, and the Saint Nuwa also has the smuggling channels, so the entrance is all in the hands of these two people. We have to plan a way out... This may be an opportunity."

"This may be what Ye Qing did on purpose and deliberately led us out." Some disciples disagreed.

"The real and real depends on the essence."

"Now the new emperor continues to implement the Han system. Seeing that it is booming, Ye Qing can wait for three hundred years to achieve prosperity, and the control will become stronger in the future."

"The more isolated our situation is, this is the real danger... Relatively speaking, although we have lost some luck in the lower earth, the Five Barbarians are young dragons that cannot be supported. After they are connected with the ground, the Northern Wei Dynasty on the ground is a year-round dragon, which is an opportunity for us."

The master taught the disciples. These disciples discussed the plan many times. They were shocked by the person of Ye Qingdong Tianzhen Lord. They were a little confused. After layers of calculations, they finally returned to peace and looked at the golden Taoist who was on the rose.

"Good."

The Western saint opened his eyes, transformed into a golden hand and pushed away the clouds, looking at the cold grassland in the west... It was time to use the chess piece he saved.

A pure white holy light penetrates the world.

White clouds float in the blue sky, and the sun is very bright on all sides.

It was already early spring on the grassland. The weather was still very cold in early spring, but it had already melted snow. Fresh green grass grew on this black soil, which was vaguely like the black soil of Liaodong, my hometown in my memory. But Amuzi knew that everything was different. This is the Western grassland, and my hometown is in the distant east.

"I'm thinking about home again, dad?" Amuzi's son asked with a smile. He was different from his old father. He was young and handsome. He was passed down from his mother's snow-white skin and blond hair. His eyes were still black and shiny. He could speak Xianbei and also spoke local language here.

Amuz sighed and said, "It's useless to think about it. We were exiled by the Han emperor and we will never go back."

The young son's eyes became brighter, and he unknowingly used a local language: "I also want to hear the story of that powerful emperor. Is he a strong man of immortality? Is there any special appearance?"

The breeze blew, with a little refreshing and coldness, Amuz shivered and said with a look of incomprehension: "Bad was still young at that time. He only saw this emperor when he broke through the siege with the Great Shanyu. He only knew that he had yellow skin, black hair, and dark eyes like me. He could not remember his face. He only remembered that he was sitting in a golden chariot, his eyes swept over, like a god..."

He said, as if he woke up in shock, staring at his son and said, "I'm about to die of old age. There's nothing to be afraid of, but the Han emperor's lifespan is very long. If you attack here in the future, don't rush to the front."

“…I understand.”

The morning sun shines through the father and son, shining on herds of cattle and sheep in the distance, and the shepherds' tents further away

Looking down from above, these tents were like white flowers blooming on a lush carpet, with a golden mushroom clustered in the middle - this new tribe named Northern Wei Dynasty. Not long after they moved their golden tents, they had a great power and quickly conquered the various barbarians on this grassland.

The top layer is the Xianbei people, and the lower part is the Northern Huns' remains annexed along the road on the ice field, and then the first conquered tribes in the Western grasslands. They then dominate and expand in circles, causing great panic to spread on this grassland. The faint title of "Whip of God" has even been conveyed to some newly emerging island natives.

In almost three or four years, a powerful grassland kingdom has risen in this forgotten place.

While the herdsmen of all races worshipped in awe, a group of knights and shamans surrounded the middle-aged man in the head and entered the camp. As soon as the man turned over and landed at the door of the golden tent, the waiting guards bowed respectfully, and looked respectful: "Da Shanyu

"Um."

Murong Zheng patted the gray-dyed horse boots, handed the whip inlaid with gold threads and gems into the hands of the guards, returned to the tent alone, and looked at a map to be trance...

This is a Taoist map with an old texture and information. Various detailed information is constantly updated on the west side, while many markers on the east side have not been updated for a long time. The light yellow left behind by time is shining with the light yellow

"Now the Han Dynasty has been Yingwu for forty years..." Murong Zheng murmured lightly, shaking the candlelight, and the bronze mirror reflected the white hair on his temples.

The cold and vast ice fields allowed them to escape the pursuit of the Han people, but isolated the news from the East, so far that even the dragon energy could not be sensed. Murong Zheng sometimes dreamed of the battle in hell at night, and was awakened with cold sweat. He prayed to the Western saints without any special response.

The only response is to go west, vitality is west, and return to west.

"Will he chase after him?" This was the first decade of thought. Murong Zheng annexed the descendants of the Northern Huns halfway and combined them into a large tribe, greatly replenishing his vitality, and was so nervous that he was ready to deal with the pursuit at any time.

"Why haven't you come yet..." This was another ten years later. When the migrated tribe traveled thousands of miles across the ice field and finally arrived at this brand new prairie, Murong Zheng had the idea of ​​revitalizing his strength and fighting against the expeditionary force with the advantage of the cold winter.

Now that the Northern Wei Kingdom has been rebuilt with this grassland, Murong Zheng understands a little: "Why are he diligent in his internal affairs and considering the cost of the expedition?"

"No wonder...but there are more than two hundred years left, and sooner or later there will be a battle."

No one thinks there is hope of repelling the enemy, but no one will think that the powerful emperor is no longer in this world, and even the year name has been changed for twenty years.

Above the clouds, the Western saints did not explain this, but just calmly displayed the holy traces, calmly accepted the faith of the herdsmen, and accepted the seeds of excellent cultivation. There was no emotional change on its golden face...

A sufficient sense of crisis can suppress Murong Zheng and other people to recover and grow. Excellent seeds require strength, courage, hatred, but they do not need to know the so-called truth.

The white holy light fell on the gentle hill not far from the golden tent, and a pillar of light was deeply inserted into this black soil.

White belongs to metal, belongs to the West, belongs to the conquest. No one doubts that this holy light has descended, but they are just refreshed - the bitter cold is finally waiting for the time of return.

That night, in the eyes of the natives, Murong Shanyu explained his funeral, led the general to gallop over and threw himself into the holy light.

"The Father and his generals are disciples of the saints. They came from heaven and now returned to heaven." The newly succeeded Chanyu announced in the democratic parliament where the tribes gathered, and then held the steel knife in his hand and stared at everyone coldly: "Now, I am your king."

All the indigenous chiefs stared at the blade in fear, humbly lowered their heads, and whispered in the earth: "The glory of heaven belongs to my Lord, and the glory of earth belongs to you."

On the ground

The autumn wind is bleak, and there is a pass between the mountains southeast of the Muer tribe.

Just a few days after the Heavenly Court reward, the prefecture urged Nan Lian Zhenjun's mansion to use troops and ordered them to resist to the end.

"What a resistance to the end"

Ye Qing accepted the article and just sneered: "The True Lord has been granted but the Marquis has not been granted. What am I waiting for? It turns out that the court has noticed the movements of the Northern Wei Dynasty and deliberately wanted to make a time difference. Wait for me to lose the Northern Wei Dynasty, and I will be able to take advantage of the situation and justify my title."

Everyone was alert, and Zhuge Liang came out and said: "If the name is not upright, the words will not be smooth. Previously, the integration was under the name of defending against the Northern Wei Dynasty. Now the delay may attract reprimand."

"Each company may hesitate and separate." Sima Yi glanced at Zhuge Liang and said indirectly.

Ye Qing wandered for a few steps and nodded: "Then let's fight... The battle is against the bright sword and the spear on the table, who am I afraid of? I just took this opportunity to show our strength dignifiedly."

With a command, the whole province was filled with storm.

The troops were transferred through water routes, and in one day, the most elite 20,000 troops were gathered from the strongholds of each county to fight westward, along the railway running through the three counties in the north of the prefecture.

At the border of Lanqiu County, the Ye family army investigated from the front line and summarized various intelligences, and obtained further information from the Northern Wei army.

"This time, 40,000 palace guards participated in the name of assisting in cleaning up evil demons from the outside world... The specific number is uncertain, but it is only a lot more than this estimated number. The lord needs to be wary of the quantitative change of this magician team causing qualitative changes."

Ji Caizhu reported carefully and opened the next page: "The city of Lanqiu County has been seized, and the county magistrate and widow have withdrawn from the city in advance. He is coming to apologize. He is the old official of the court who has served. How should the lord deal with it?"

"It's not his fault, but he still needs to be punished, so he will demote him half a level, and then he will promote the county magistrate Guo Jia and replace the position of the old official in the court. This is legitimate."

Ye Qing ordered casually, but ignored it and focused more on the adjustment of the military force on the sand table.

"Since I have taken over the name of defending the Northern Wei Dynasty to accept the three northern counties of the state. If I receive this benefit, I have to take on the responsibility of defending the territory... I will send an order to go out to the county town and fight to the death with the enemy cavalry."

Twenty thousand step archers against 40,000 bow and cavalry soldiers, and the enemy also has a thousand real people...

The generals looked at each other, and they were a little regretful that there was no large number of yellow crossbows to support them at this time, and they responded with a loud voice: "Fight to the enemy to the death"

Ye Qing glanced at it, satisfied with the morale, and nodded: "Don't worry, this is not really about to die, but just expressing our attitude of defending the country to the death, leaving the imperial chiefs speechless... Specifically in terms of high-end combat power, we have a killer weapon, and we are more than enough to retreat to the enemy."

"Is it a saint..." Zhang Fangbiao blurted out, swallowed it back in the glare of his colleagues, laughing, understanding that this matter must be revealed only when facing the enemy.

It seems that this game can be directly crushed.
Chapter completed!