Humane Yongchang

Chapter 503 Falling Spring Cold (Happy New Year's Eve)

On the first day of March, on the first day of the new moon, the galaxy is shining brightly, and the stars are shining.

Fan Zeng climbed high and watched the stars at night as usual.

At the time of the solstice, the stars hang low, and the tide of star power in the sky reaches its peak.

Fan Zengcai raised his head to look at the astrology carefully, and while looking at it, pinched the five fingers of his right hand to cooperate with the heavenly stems, earthly branches, four elephants and eight trigrams to interpret the astrology.

"Ok?"

He suddenly frowned, snorted inexplicably, then stretched out his left hand from his big sleeve, and started counting at the same time.

But only a few breaths later, there was a muffled air explosion between his hands, and the ten fingers that were pinched quickly were bounced away, and the powerful force inside shook his whole body. stiff.

"Small scene!"

He sneered, took out a sweat towel to wipe off the nosebleed, and then threw the sweat towel, using his own strong fortune as a ballast stone to forcibly push away the power of the surrounding stars, creating a star In the vacuum of power, he pinched his ten fingers again to analyze the astrology.

As the analysis completed more and more, his brows also became tangled.

Just when he analyzed the key information, the power of Zhou Tianxing and the stars flowing slowly around him suddenly exerted force, like a gurgling brook suddenly changing to a stormy sea, blasting away the vacuum zone created by his own energy operation, and pouring down on his head .

Fan Zeng only felt his eyes go dark, and he almost fell to the ground. After he finally stabilized his standing position, he felt a tightness in his chest, and he opened his mouth to spit out a big mouthful of blood with a "poof".

'Don't go on! '

'Don't go on! '

'Don't continue...'

The meaning of warning is beyond words!
Fan Zeng sat down on the ground, gasped for several breaths, then suddenly raised his head to look at the sky, his eyes were full of fierceness and rebellion: "Shame on you!"

He familiarly put his right hand into the big sleeve of his left hand, took out three pillars of fragrance, wiped it on it, lit the fragrance, then raised his hands above his head, and shouted respectfully: "Old minister Fan Zeng, I respectfully invite the great man to found the country!" His Majesty the Emperor Chen Sheng has descended to rule the world and suppress all strange powers and gods!"

The sound of frantic prayers rose into the night with the curling smoke, and the power of the surrounding stars froze for a moment.

In the next breath, a mighty domineering coercion descended from the void, like a skyscraper protruding from the flat bottom, and the world was silent.

"allow!"

A deep and powerful voice came out of nowhere.

The stagnant power of the stars around him dissipated in an instant!
Seeing this, Fan Zeng straightened his back in an instant, clasped his palms and shouted: "Respectfully send off Your Majesty, long live my emperor, long live long live!"

The domineering coercion was gradually withdrawn, but the majestic feeling of skyscrapers standing on the ground still remained under the starry sky like its essence.

"what!"

Fan Zeng let out a big laugh, took out three Han coins from his sleeve, and placed them in front of him one by one.

Then he took out the tortoise shell, picked up Han coins and threw them into the tortoise shell one by one, shaking the tortoise shell vigorously in a leisurely manner.

"Whoa."

"Whoa."

"Whoa."

The clear and crisp sound of copper coins colliding, like the sound of loud ear scraping, sounded one after another under the night.

Fan Zeng shook for a long time before slowly pouring the three Han coins into the soil in front of him. He didn't need to look carefully, he pressed three fingers on the three copper coins lightly, and frowned again.

He pinched his ten fingers again and recalculated without giving up, but in the end he came to exactly the same conclusion.

"Qian Gua, Shang Jiu, Kang Long has regrets..."

He stroked his forehead vigorously, and his heart was as heavy as a sun-burned dog: "The country is newly established, and the sun is rising like the sun. Your Majesty is invincible at home and abroad. How can you regret it?"Where is the regret? '

He was puzzled, and even a little panicked in his heart.

Kanglong Yougui does not only refer to regret, but also expresses the turning point from prosperity to decline.

Doesn't this just fit the pulse of the big man?

Combined with the power of Zhou Tianxing and the stars just now, he tried his best to prevent him from analyzing the astrology...

Fan Zeng seemed to have seen that a huge shadow was slowly covering the big man.

If you are an orthodox Xuanmen warlock, you should think about how to stay out of the matter at this moment, and avoid evil.

But at this moment, Fan Zeng's mind is full of how to make His Majesty, who he follows, believe in his deduction.

He stood up preoccupied, tightened the cloak on his body, and walked quickly down the mountain.

It seems to be cold in spring tonight, a little cold...

……

Southern Xinjiang.

A bronze sword as high as two or three floors stood in the center of the bonfire, and the blazing flames burned the bronze sword red.

The orange-red fire illuminated Baiyue wizards wearing bull-headed skull helmets and painted with colorful paints.

They waved relatives as gongs, beat unknown bones as drums, danced ancient war dances, and prayed obscurely and far away, like the chanting of ancient temples in the rainy night, filled with a Creepy yet inexplicably awe-inspiring mysterious powers.

Tens of thousands of Baiyue people knelt in all directions of the bonfire, bowing to the bonfire continuously.

After an unknown amount of time, a shriveled wizard chanted loudly in Baiyue, "Please sacrifice!"

As soon as the words fell, a large group of capable Baiyue people brought up nearly a hundred prisoners of the Bolang Army who were only wearing thin coats.

"Baiyue dog thief is your ancestor in Gongri."

"I will be your eighth generation ancestor."

"Your mother and maid..."

The soldiers of the Bolang Army were pressed down to the ground, struggling and cursing hysterically, venting their anger and fear.

They don't know what's going to happen next.

But with this weird and terrifying scene in front of him, even if he thought with his toes, he knew that nothing good would happen.

The densely packed Baiyue people stared at these Bolang soldiers quietly, as if they were watching a flock of chickens and ducks waiting to be slaughtered.

The withered wizard of Baiyue held a human bone scepter heavily, and suddenly opened his mouth to shout, his voice was like thunder from the sky: "Worship the ancestors!"

There was only a sound of sharp blades cutting flesh and blood, and all the soldiers of the Bolang Army were covered with their mouths and throats slit. Then twist their heads to facilitate the flow of blood...it is no different from chickens and ducks.

Blood gushed out of their throats like a fountain. Amidst a burst of fanatical and orderly prayers, they were drawn by a mysterious force into the sand in front of the campfire, forming a huge bloody and hideous pattern.

A burly Baiyue man with colorful feathers on his head and white tiger fur around his waist stood up from the kneeling crowd and walked up to the bloody pattern for a closer look.

What appeared on the sand was a headless figure of a demon god fighting tenaciously with an ax in one hand and a shield in the other!
Seeing this harbinger of victory that only existed in legends, the burly Baiyue people showed uncontrollable joy on their ferocious faces.

At the right time, the dry Baiyue wizard holding a human bone scepter, also supported and surrounded by a large number of wizards, walked slowly in front of the burly middle-aged man.

Compared with the burly Baiyue people who are nine feet tall, this aging Baiyue wizard is like a monkey on Mount Emei.

But the burly Baiyue fell to his knees obediently, lowering his proud head.

The dry Baiyue wizard pointed the human bone scepter on the head of the burly Baiyue man, and chanted hoarsely like a mouthful of old phlegm in his throat: "Go, go to fight!"

"Go and capture all the Xia people and sacrifice them to the ancestor gods as human sacrifices, and go and grab all the Xia people's land, and make them the kingdom of the ancestor gods on earth!"

"Mountains will detour in front of you, rivers will stop flowing in front of you, mountain ghosts will be your vanguard, witch spirits will be your eyes and ears, arrows will not hit you, gold and iron will not kill you."

"You are the ancestor god, invincible!"

The burly Baiyue fell to the ground devoutly: "All glory goes to the ancestors!"

The withered Baiyue wizard withdrew his scepter: "Why do ancestor gods have to be worshiped by descendants!"

The burly Baiyue man stood up, pulled out the bronze scimitar at his waist, and shouted, "Fight, fight, fight!"

All the Baiyue people around raised their weapons and shouted hysterically: "Fight, fight, fight!"

In the center of the sound of the mountains and tsunami, the burly Baiyue people looked at the northern starry sky with confidence, with only cruelty and no doubt in their eyes.

The major event of the country lies in the sacrificial and military affairs!

……

The wind and sand from the Western Regions kept beating against the cowhide tent.

Ying Zheng was sitting on the tent with a golden knife, holding a leg of boiled lamb with his bare hands, and tearing it openly.

Half a year of wandering in the Western Regions to survive, finally left a deep imprint on him!

He has lost at least two rounds of weight loss, the small belly he once had, the double chin he used to have disappeared, and the majestic and heavy grace that used to be like Qinchuan eight hundred miles away!
Now he has long and dry hair, his cheekbones are exposed, and the veins and joints of his hands are clearly visible...

Wei Liao opened the handsome tent and walked in slowly. After being freed from the nourishment of the luck of the Kyushu, this celebrity Chen Liu, who was not necessarily younger than Bai Qi, also aged a lot.

But in stark contrast to the aging of his body, his mental state is more excited than when he was in Kyushu. The divine light in his eyes is almost about to form a substance, shining like the eyes of a beast in the dim light .

Seeing him come in, Ying Zheng casually raised the half-eaten boiled leg of lamb in his hand: "Would you like some?"

Wei Liao nodded: "Just now, I was only concerned with arguing with the envoy of the Maurya Dynasty..."

Ying Zheng drew out the saber that was placed horizontally on the table, pressed the lamb leg on the table, split it in half with a sword, and handed the meaty piece to Wei Liao.

Wei Liao took it over, thanked him, and sat under the tent like Ying Zheng tearing it up.

"How was the talk?"

Ying Zheng asked casually, his expression and tone were exactly the same as when he asked Wei Liao, "Would you like some?".

Wei Liao nodded while eating, straight to the point without any nonsense: "Two conditions, one is that the king accepts the canonization of King Ashoka of the Maurya Dynasty, and they will canonize the king as the king of the Eastern Land to rule the Eastern Continent on behalf of King Ashoka. Pay tribute endlessly."

"Secondly, Your Majesty accepts the Buddhist guru's shaving, converts under the guru's seat as a bowl-holding boy, and personally sends people to the Maurya Dynasty to welcome the Buddha's bones into the Eastern Land, and preach the Eastern Land for Buddhism..."

Speaking of the latter, even he himself couldn't help pulling the corners of his lips, revealing a mocking smile.

Ying Zheng also smiled and said, "In the words of the King of Han, this is called 'bullshit'."

Wei Liao nodded: "That's outrageous!"

Ying Zheng was noncommittal, and asked lightly, "And then?"

Wei Liao put down half a leg of lamb, and said solemnly: "This Maurya Dynasty mission has three thousand infantry, and it has brought a large amount of goods and cattle, sheep and fodder from various tribes in the Western Regions. Well, there are also many orchids. But what is a little tricky is that the master of this mission group had just shaved King Yuezhi not long ago to pass on the Dharma to him, and King Wusun had also sent an envoy to welcome this master into the capital to shave him... ..."

He didn't continue to speak, but the meaning in the words was already very clear: "The idea is very hard, and it is easy to break your teeth if you bite it hard!" '

"King Yuezhi?"

Yingzheng chewed his bones, his mouth full of creaking noises: "Is there such a grandson among the clans that sent troops to surround Naigong last time?"

Wei Liao was startled, and couldn't figure it out for a moment. Last time, there were soldiers and horses from all tribes in the Western Regions who chased and intercepted them. The Yue clan was just an insignificant branch of them. There are Qiang people in the distance, Loulan in the near, the dog army in the strong, and the Wusun in the weak... But how can you listen to the meaning of the emperor, and you must kill the Yue family?
But when his gaze accidentally glanced at the map of the Western Regions hanging behind Ying Zheng's back, his heart suddenly brightened!
The map of the Western Regions was a parting gift from the King of Han to the King himself.

The territory of the Yueshi is close to the Hexi Corridor, and they flirt with the Quanrong people, and they are neither meat nor vegetable.

Wei Liao didn't hold back his doubts. Given his relationship with Ying Zheng, he didn't need any politeness or euphemism, and asked directly, "Is it worth it?"

Ying Zheng glanced at him in surprise, and asked in confusion, "Is revenge worth it?"

Wei Liao twitched, and said to himself, "Just as long as you're happy", and then asked, "What if Wusun intervenes?"

Ying Zheng smiled and said, "If you dare to come, we will clean up together. Wusun and Yuezhi's territory can barely be regarded as the foundation of the founding of the country!"

Wei Liao looked at him strangely: "I will just quietly watch you pretend to be aggressive, and I will never expose you." '

Ying Zheng calmly threw the last piece of lamb leg bone into his mouth, cut and ground it into a mouthful of slag and swallowed it in his stomach: "Is there anything else you want to explain, sir?"

Wei Liao bowed his hands: "Your Majesty, please give the old minister five hundred soldiers and horses. The old minister is willing to 'persuade' all the middle and small Hu tribes on your behalf with a solid tongue, and provide you with tail wings and complete support for you."

Ying Zheng smiled and nodded: "Yes!"

Wei Liao thanked you.

"Naigong will go and slaughter the fat sheep first, and let's talk about it after a full meal!"

Ying Zheng grabbed his saber and thrust it into his waist, got up and strode towards the tent.

Outside the tent, Zhang Han and Zhao Tuo led [-] soldiers each, standing in the night, waiting for a long time!
Ying Zheng took the reins handed over by the short soldier and got on his horse, shouting loudly: "How can you say that you have no clothes!"

All the soldiers responded in unison: "I am in the same robe with you..."

In Kyushu, they really couldn't beat the Red Army.

But when they beat these low-level barbarian soldiers and horses in the Western Regions, they are like Lao Tzu beating his son.

　PS1: First of all, I wish you all a happy New Year's Eve.

　　PS2: This year, relatives are at Fengyun’s family for a family reunion. Fengyun’s parents started washing and cleaning at four o’clock in the morning. People, there is no room for code words at all... This chapter has been written since last night, and Fengyun's heart has also collapsed.

　　PS3: It may not be possible to write the second update later, gentlemen, don’t wait, there will be an update tomorrow, it is a surprise, if there is no update, it is Fengyun’s leave... I am very sorry, please forgive me.

　　
　
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