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After being weathered by wind and rain, it looks dilapidated and shabby.

But compared with the collapsed thatched houses in the village, it is quite impressive.

The accompanying soldiers either cleaned the houses or set up tents in the village.

"Your Majesty!"

"Sister Mu!"

"Master!"

From another carriage, A-Bi, Huang Rong and Zhong Ling jumped down one after another.

A-Bi was Zhao Wuxian's personal maid, so naturally she followed him to the capital.

Huang Rong is a cook.

When traveling outside, food and drink are the most important things. Zhao Wuxian didn't trust others, so he brought Huang Rong with him.

As for Zhong Ling.

It is to bring her out to broaden her horizons and see the world.

In addition to them, Zhao Wuxian also brought two teams of [Divine Sword Guards], one led by Xin Qiji and one led by Lu Guanying.

At this time, they had already begun guarding the village, and the palace guards brought by Mi Youqiao were only responsible for the outer guard.

People are close or distant to each other, and it is impossible for Zhao Wuxian to completely trust the people in the capital.

Huang Rong, A-Bi and Zhong Ling started cooking.

Smoke rises from the kitchen.

Zhao Wuxian came to the outside of the village and walked casually.

He squinted his eyes slightly and looked towards the setting sun in the west.

There is also the vast land in twilight under the setting sun.

During the Song Dynasty, the water network was dense, and it was more convenient to travel from Suzhou to Bianliang by water.

But Zhao Wuxian wanted to see the mountains and rivers along the way for himself.

So I took the official road.

Whenever he came to a dangerous place, he would climb the mountain himself and overlook the terrain.

Then, compare them one by one with the maps collected by the Murong family.

The Murong family's desire to restore their country was passed down from generation to generation, so a relatively complete map of the Song Dynasty was created.

Among them, there are even landforms of Nanzhao, Tubo, Western Xia, Liao, and Jin.

These picture albums are treasured in the Huanshi Water Pavilion.

After the fall of the Murong family, the map fell into the hands of Zhao Wuxian.

For ordinary people, maps are neither edible nor drinkable, so they are really useless.

But for a country, marching and fighting are extremely important.

Therefore, since ancient times, maps, military books, and strategies have often become banned books and families are not allowed to keep them privately.

Anyone who hides it privately may be regarded as treason.

The Murong family's map was already very detailed when depicting dangerous mountains and rivers.

But Zhao Wuxian still had to continue to modify and add to it to make it more accurate.

A breeze blew, bringing a few drops of drizzle.

Zhao Wuxian looked up and saw dark clouds in the sky, and a rain curtain fell, covering the area.

The strange thing was that the rain fell but did not wet his clothes. The rain that approached him swirled away.

The rain is still falling, the raindrops are like threads.

Zhao Wuxian returned to the village. The night fell quickly and the deserted village became quiet. A small bonfire was lit again.

The night is very cold.

The wooden window was slightly closed, letting in the sound of wind and raindrops.

The wind was rustling, making the window paper rustle.

Zhao Wuxian was concentrating on pondering the changes in the inner secret realm and deducing the "Eternal Yin and Yang Sutra".

suddenly.

The originally cold wind brought with it a series of hurried footsteps.

It comes as fast as rain and with great force.

"Oh, that's interesting!"

Zhao Wuxian opened his eyes and sneered.

"Husband, what's wrong?"

Mu Wanqing, who was beside him, opened her eyes as well.

Zhao WuXian stood up and said, “Ten miles away, there are at least a thousand people approaching.”

Ten miles away?

Mu Wanqing was surprised. No wonder she couldn't sense it.

"Coming for us?" Mu Wanqing asked.

Zhao WuXian smiled and said, “That’s probably the case. It’s hard for them to take action after we’ve crossed the river!”

Someone set an ambush and killed them halfway.

It was exactly what he expected.

Arena.

What is arena?

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

Just like in that lake.

Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp.

The strong prey on the weak, and there are good and bad people everywhere.

Some become food for others.

Some of them struggled forward, fighting against the current, and finally turned into a dragon crossing the river.

In fact, it can be summed up in one word.

"Fight!"

Everyone in the world is fighting for it.

Fight for martial arts, fame and fortune, and background, fight to be the best in the world, fight to be invincible in martial arts.

But the premise of all this is based on strength.

The depth of martial arts, the length of strategy, and the level of means.

Otherwise, in the end you will just be making wedding dresses for others.

Zhao Wuxian had made all kinds of preparations before entering the capital, and the attack on the way was completely within his expectations.

even.

He made a deduction about who would take action.

Zhao Wuxian walked out of the house.

The heavier the rain, the stronger the wind.

"Your Majesty!"

Xin Qiji and Lu Guanying, who were leading the team guarding outside the door, greeted them.

Zhao WuXian said: “Brothers, get up and prepare to meet the enemy!”

Are there enemies?

Xin Qiji and Lu Guanying were cheered up and said, "Yes!"

The resting [Divine Sword Guards] were awakened by the two people one after another, and the movements of the Divine Sword Guards also alarmed Mi Youqiao.

Although he didn't know what was going on, he immediately put the guards on alert, then hurried over to inquire about the situation.

Upon learning that there were enemies ten miles away, Mi Youqiao was stunned.

He was secretly shocked by what an amazing divine perception it was.

When one reaches the Grandmaster level, his primordial spirit becomes so strong that a sword master, for example, can control the sword with his primordial spirit and kill people as far as ten miles away.

But killing someone ten miles away and being able to easily sense what is happening ten miles away are two different things.

For ordinary masters, the perception distance is basically only about two miles. If the attacker deliberately conceals his breath and concentrates his mind, it will be shorter.

For someone like Zhao Wuxian to be able to go ten miles away directly was truly astonishing.

If Mi Youqiao had not witnessed Zhao Wuxian's terror, he would have thought he was bragging.

Mi Youqiao asked, "My Lord, do you want to set up an ambush?"

Zhao WuXian said: "No hurry, let them get closer."

"This journey has been a bit boring to begin with, and now that there is finally something interesting, let's have some fun with them!"

Mi Youqiao frowned and said, "With the prestige of the prince, anyone who dares to come and kill him must not be an unknown person..."

Zhao WuXian waved his hand, interrupting him, and said, "I know, so just protect yourselves!"

Seeing that he was full of energy and confidence, Mi Youqiao was speechless.

Suddenly.

He heard a voice.