At the beginning, I gave up my military power with a cup of wine, and I ascended the throne

Chapter 144: The Poisonous Scholar Guo Tu
For example, Xiao Han now, with a piece of dry grass as a sword, can also slaughter warriors below the immortal realm on land.

Just picking up a fallen leaf can kill Zhi Xuan.

But when fighting in the same mirror, using these methods would only bring humiliation to oneself.

Although there are many swords in the treasury, none of them can defeat Jingzhe, and none of them can even match it.

Dissipate internal energy.

The long sword became quiet, and the coldness disappeared. His five fingers brushed across the blade, and a light coolness entered his body.

"Snapped."

He sheathed the sword and his mind re-entered the system space.

[Ding, congratulations to the host, there is one chance left to draw a lottery, do you want to draw it? ]

"Extract."

[Ding, congratulations to the host, you have used up one chance to draw a lottery and obtained a character card. Introduction: Guo Tu, a poisonous scholar, also known as Ziyuan, is good at making strange plans and can rule the world. ]

[Whether to unlock the character card. ]

Xiao Han has no shortage of killers and warriors, what he lacks is this kind of top strategists. Although he now has Xiahou Qing, Luo Wentong, Gu Yun and other aides, no one would have too many good things.

"Unlocked."

The mind exited the system space and returned to the body. He opened his eyes, and the next moment, a figure appeared in the room.

He was a man in his thirties or forties, wearing a gray gown, thin, with a long beard. He looked very ordinary, but his eyes were extremely deep.

It seems like he can see through people's hearts.

"This subordinate has met my lord."

Guo Tu clasped his fists and saluted.

"Ziyuan, no need to be polite."

Xiao Han waved his hand with a smile on his face, "I will have to rely on Ziyuan for advice in the future."

"My lord, if you give me another order, I will obey it."

Guo Tu bowed.

"Ziyuan has just arrived and may not understand the situation."

Xiao Han said: "Let's take a few days' rest."

"Thank you, my lord."

"Uncle Zhou, take Ziyuan down to rest first."

He shouted outside.

"it is good."

Zhou Bo pushed the door open and walked in, looking kind: "Sir, come with me."

"it is good."

Watching Guo Tu leave.

Xiao Han stood up, moved a cup of hot tea, and said to himself: "Good luck."

I just don't know if Guo Tu can show his ability, even though Xiahou Qing and Luo Wentong won a small victory over the strategist from Jizhou last year.

But there is no guarantee that he can win the second time. If Guo Tu can display his talents, Xiao Han feels that this poison master is fully capable of competing with the man from Jizhou.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the cold moon hung high in the sky, casting a cool light that flooded the entire courtyard.

He took out the Jingzhe Sword, stepped into the courtyard, and made an appointment to practice sword skills. He performed one exquisite sword move after another smoothly like flowing water.

Inside the knife-grinding hall.

The lights are on.

Yuwen Yulou and Qingyao each sat on a cushion in the corner, looking at the martial arts secrets in their hands.

The one that Yu Wenyulou saw was the sword manual, while the one Qingyao saw was the sword manual.

He felt a little tired, yawned, and got up from the ground: "Sister Yuwen, aren't you going to rest yet?"

"not sleepy."

Yuwen Yulou didn't even raise his head: "If you are tired, go and rest."

"I can't hold it anymore."

Qingyao stretched, put back the sword manual she had not finished reading, and left the knife sharpening hall.

Her room was in Xiao Han's courtyard, next to Miaoyu's room.

As a result, as soon as she stepped into the courtyard, she saw Xiao Han practicing sword in the yard. She was sitting on the steps, adjusting her skirt, with her chin supported by her hands.

In the past six months, Qingyao had figured out Xiao Han's temper. As long as she did what he asked her to do, everything would be fine. She also vaguely guessed the purpose of asking her to copy and memorize the sword manual.

Qingyao stared at the man in a white robe, holding a four-foot-long sword in his hand, which emitted cold rays of light. Bathed in the moonlight, the two figures were reflected.

Another person involuntarily appeared in her mind.

The son of the Marquis of Zhenbei.

That guy who makes me hate him so much always likes to bully me, but he will also protect me.

Before entering the Pingxi General's Mansion, Qingyao didn't know much about Xiao Han, having only met him a few times.

The so-called understanding was just a few words heard from other slaves.

cruel.

brutal.

Butcher.

Brave.

Qingyao was not the only one who thought so about Xiao Han. Almost everyone in the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion, and even the whole world, felt so.

Xiao Han, the favorite general of Zhenbei Hou.

Most like the Marquis of Zhenbei.

He even looks more like Xie Xuanli than Xie Xuanli's own son.

Whenever there is a battle, he always leads the troops.

In private, Qingyao had heard servants from other courtyards talking about the rumors outside more than once.

But in the Prince's Courtyard, this is a taboo. Anyone who says that Xiao Han looks like Xie Xuanli will surely be severely tortured by the prince.

In her mind, Qingyao compared the two figures slightly, and suddenly felt that the son of the Marquis of Zhenbei was really not up to par.

Five hundred cavalrymen left Jizhou and entered Xiliang. Within just a few years, they expanded the territory by thousands of miles. Relying on one county, they blocked the 200,000-strong army of the Northern Wei and beheaded 130,000 of them.

He also seized the two counties of Xia Pi and Shang Dang from the miscellaneous Hu tribes on the grassland, resettled the refugees and reclaimed farmland.

Relying on his military achievements, he was promoted from the Governor of Xiliang to the second-rank General Pingxi, and concurrently served as the Governor of Xiliang.

Xiao Han's benchmark is no longer the son of the Marquis of Zhenbei, but Xie Xuanli, the Marquis of Zhenbei.

A mere prince is no longer qualified to compete with him.

this month.

Qingyao followed him on a journey through the three counties of Xiliang. What she saw and heard in this bitter and cold land was something she had never seen in her life.

No matter they were from aristocratic families, common people, or even the leaders of the barbarian tribes, they were all grateful to Xiao Han.

Those Xiliang cavalrymen were as strong as tigers and leopards, equipped with sharp swords and spears, and dark armor.

Their level of eliteness is even slightly inferior to that of the Jizhou Cavalry.

It is hard to imagine that a few years ago, this land was even poorer and colder than Jizhou.

She looked at the man who was practicing with the sword, her eyes filled with deep curiosity about what kind of person he was.

Qingyao became more and more curious.

She knew that Xiao Han should have guessed her identity when he was in Jizhou, after all, the dagger was so well-known.

She's not stupid.

Not stupid, but very smart.

"Could it be that before entering the General Pingxi's Mansion, he had been acting all along, deliberately confusing Xie Xuanli."

Qingyao pondered secretly in her heart.

The more I think about it, the more I feel this is possible. After all, Xie Xuanli knows my background.

In the past few months, he had spent most of his time in the knife-grinding hall, either copying martial arts manuals or reading books to memorize them.

Although she had never practiced martial arts, she knew a lot of things, such as the rapidly growing internal strength in her body and sword energy.

Sometimes, it can't be controlled and it leaks out inadvertently, cutting the chairs and benches.

But Qingyao didn’t know why that man was so good to her.

"What are you thinking about?"

A clear and pleasant voice was heard. Qingyao turned around and saw Miaoyu standing behind her, stretching lazily.

Under the thin long skirt is a plump figure and almost perfect curves.

This made Qingyao, who was also a woman, feel ashamed.

(End of this chapter)