Job done
The bottom of the Dragon Vein Valley.
Pei Jiming leaned lazily against the rock wall, glanced at the light array that had not dissipated for a long time, and couldn't help but sigh.
Cricket Ren Xuan, that was Pei Jiming's passive talent: "Your Highness, look at him. He just finished the battle and he has no eyes for you, only for his partner!"
Unexpectedly, Qin Shu seemed to be used to it, and said in a calm tone: "As long as the job is done, I don't care if he wants to get married here."
Qin Shu said nonchalantly, "The Barbarian King has fled, and there must be new developments on the grassland. If you have time, go to Longyao Pass and see how Xiyun is doing."
Pei Jiming's silence was deafening.
I give up, you're bullying me because I have no one to blame, right?!
He dusted off the dust on his body and smiled very calmly and sadly: "Okay."
At this time, Qin Xuan stepped forward quickly and said, "Third Brother, Fang Ci just sent a message saying that the barbarians on the border seem to be making new moves."
He paused, then spoke hesitantly, "By the way, Southern Xinjiang suffered heavy casualties this time. I would like to exempt Southern Xinjiang from taxes for three years."
Qin Shu raised his eyes: "Reduce it. You are the emperor."
Qin Xuan coughed dryly. "Everyone contributed this time, except for the Southern Mansion. I'm afraid someone will cause trouble. But if everyone else were to be exempted..."
——The Minister of Revenue might find a rope to hang himself.
Qin Shu glanced at him gloomily, his expression showing a bit of disappointment: "Don't worry about anything else, always consider the people below first. You are the emperor, you should make the final decision."
Qin Shu looked helpless, but he finally sighed softly: "I understand, I'll handle it."
Before he finished speaking, a personal guard stepped forward quickly, leaned close to Qin Xuan's ear, and whispered something.
Qin Xuan's expression froze in an instant, and for a moment, he was speechless.
"Third brother, I have something to do. I'll come to you later."
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night.
Above the Longyao Pass, there was silence, and the footsteps of the sentries echoed, tapping into the loneliness of the night.
On the top of the city wall, Fang Che took in the figure he had stopped and became inexplicably furious. "Nighttime raid on the barbarian army's tent? No? Lu Xiyun, there are 80,000 barbarian soldiers under the city. You dare to go alone? Are you trying to save your life?!"
Lu Xiyun murmured, "I know Congren's exact location. If I'm lucky, I can bring him back without alerting the barbarian army."
Fang Che was furious: "What if you're unlucky and get captured by the barbarians?! The order Qin Shu gave me is to wait until tomorrow and attack from the west and north to rescue the people in the chaos!"
Lu Xiyun pursed her lips, and the young man's eyes grew colder and colder: "I'm in a hurry."
Fang Che was puzzled and blurted out, "The Barbarian King won't hurt Wen Congren, why are you so anxious?"
Lu Xiyun sighed and whispered, "Little Prince...just pretend you've never seen me, okay?"
Their eyes met for a moment, and Fang Che saw the determination in the other person's eyes, and his heart sank.
Fang Che couldn't help but sigh: "Forget it, let's go, I'll help you with the raid."
Fang Che muttered, "If it really doesn't work... I'll use the forbidden technique and bring you back."
Seeing Lu Xiyun open her mouth, Fang Che immediately raised his hand to interrupt: "Stop! Don't thank me! I'm not helping you! If you really fall into the hands of the barbarians, I will be scolded, Jing Yuan will be scolded by Qin Shu, and my sister will also be held responsible! Do you understand?"
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In the barbarian tribe’s western camp, the night wind was howling and the flags were silent.
Following Lu Xiyun's position, the two of them actually made their way to the front of the king's tent.
Fang Che's heart suddenly turned cold, and he gritted his teeth and whispered, "It's not... the king's tent... What's the difference between robbing a camp and breaking into it?"
Lu Xiyun took a deep breath: "Wait a minute - Congren said that he got Yao Qi drunk."
Fang Che: "?!"
Inside the king's tent, the lights were dim.
Yao Qi also noticed this. He had only taken a few sips, but his head gradually became heavy and his vision became increasingly blurred.
The wine bottle in Yao Qi's hand slipped and fell on the carpet.
The young man raised his head with all his strength, and said in a suppressed and cold voice: "Are you drugging me?"
Yao Qi's eyes were dark, and he seemed to be smiling, with a hint of self-mockery: "Master, when you wanted to choose me as king, you promised yourself that you would never harm me."
Wen Congren sighed, "I'm not harming you. I'm teaching you. You should ask the Barbarian King to bring back Qin Xuan's head. That would be your best solution."
His expression was gloomy, and he spoke slowly, "This is the third time. Because of me, you gave up your ideas three times and put yourself in a passive position."
Wen Congren's eyes were deep, as if recalling something. "I once knew a man who was very similar to you. I was definitely no match for him, but I did force him to give in. I relied on the other person's Qi. Because he cared about me, he had no choice but to give in."
Firelight flickered in his eyes. Wen Congren lowered his eyes and spoke slowly, "You too. When I was on the grassland, you would be threatened, and you would give in because you cared about me."
Wen Congren's voice was low and calm. "But I already have a disciple who needs me very much, and I can't pay that much attention to you, Yao Qi. This isn't fair to you."
Yao Qi said calmly, "Master, perhaps I don't care about fairness."
Wen Congren shook his head, his eyes deep: "Yao Qi, you should understand now. I am in the grassland and you are in danger. Besides, you no longer need me."
Yao Qi's Adam's apple rolled, and the young man said in a low voice: "Whether it is necessary or not...it's my decision."
Emotions surged in his eyes, and his gaze became increasingly complicated: "Master, are you saying this for me? Or for returning to Da Gan? Are you lying to me... I can't tell."
Wen Congren looked at him quietly, his eyes calm: "I said, I am teaching you. You should learn to doubt me."
Yao Qi's eyes were filled with light and shadow, and he was only obsessed with this question: "Are you lying to me?"
Wen Congren simply said, "You have to figure it out for yourself."
Yao Qi's eyes were filled with light and darkness, and he finally sighed: "Master, whether your presence on the grassland is a bad thing for me or not, I don't want to argue. Leave it to fate. In a quarter of an hour, there will be pursuers. If I catch you again, I will not let you go."
Wen Congren was silent for a moment, then his voice suddenly softened: "There is one thing I never lied to you about."
Silence fell in the tent. Wen Congren raised his glass and said softly, "Drink up! Let's drink farewell."
He raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, a hint of relief floating across his face: "You and I, we will meet again if fate allows."
Wen Congren stood up and opened the curtain. The night wind blew in, blowing away the lights.
The guards outside the tent bowed their heads. Wen Congren said calmly, "The Khan is drunk. Go get some medicine to sober him up."
The guards left in response.
Wen Congren walked straight towards Lu Xiyun in the dark.
His voice was low and slow, but it seemed to penetrate the night: "Sorry for the wait, go back."
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The pursuers appeared a quarter of an hour later.
The night is as dark as ink and the wind is howling.
The alien warriors rushed out from the darkness and approached rapidly, like a tide that suddenly emerged in the dark night, about to swallow everything.
If it were just Lu Xiyun and Fang Che, they would be able to escape under the cover of darkness with their lightness skills and agility, leaving these foreign warriors far behind.
However, at this moment, they still brought Wen Congren with them.
The night wind blew by, and Fang Che raised his sword to kill. At first, he could still fight against several enemies alone, but the high-level warriors of the barbarians kept pouring in, like an endless stream of iron.
His breath gradually became heavier, and although the Qingfeng in his hand was still sharp, his breathing became heavier.
The bloodshot in Fang Che's eyes gradually deepened, his aura surged out, and a layer of faint red flames ignited around his body.
Lu Xiyun noticed the unusual flame color on Fang Che's body. Having practiced this move before, he naturally knew what Fang Che was going to do.
Lu Xiyun’s expression changed, and he shouted in a low voice: “Little Prince, don’t burn your life essence recklessly. With Xiao Jingyuan in that state, do you expect Xiao Jingxiu to make up for it for you?”
Fang Che was stunned and stopped moving: "Jing Yuan, what happened to him?"
Lu Xiyun paused. Before coming to Longyao Pass, Fang Ci had specifically told him that in order to prevent changes in the morale of the army, the specific information about Longxi City should be strictly blocked at the front-line pass.
Lu Xiyun gritted his teeth and said, "The day before yesterday, the barbarians attacked Shuai City and Lord Xiao was injured. Tonight, we have to bring Congren back."
Fang Che was completely upset: "Why did I get injured in Dragon Breath City? Are those people in Shuai City all good-for-nothings?!!"
Lu Xiyun's eyes turned cold, and he slashed down with the short blade in his hand, pushing back several people. "Congren, you go first! Fang Che and I will cover your retreat!"
Wen Congren's eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced at the two of them. He seemed to want to say something but hesitated. In the end, he only sighed, "Be careful."
He did not hesitate and retreated quickly.
High-level warriors of the barbarian tribe came in succession, with a momentum as powerful as a mountain, but no one could surpass the two figures.
In the bloody battle, corpses were scattered everywhere.
But the barbarian warriors still swarmed in, seemingly endless.
It is much more difficult to stop everyone than in an ordinary battlefield confrontation.
Lu Xiyun's breathing was rapid, but his aura suddenly became sharp, and a strange light was faintly burning around him.
Fang Che glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and he almost laughed out loud, "Hey! You didn't let me use it, but you came here first?!"
Lu Xiyun said confidently: “Xiao Jingxiu should make up for it for me!”
Fang Che:......
Sword lights flashed everywhere, and blood mist surged around the two men, but they were ultimately unable to stop all the aliens.
Just then—
A cold light broke through the air.
The young general, wearing silver armor, fought against several of them alone and was in front of the two men in a blink of an eye.
Han Rongyue smiled, his eyes revealing a sharp aura that was both good and evil. "Outside Beiming City, we parted ways, life and death, and it's been a lifetime. Brother Yingfeng, how are you?"
Lu Xiyun coughed subconsciously. The young man's expression froze for a moment, and then he realized that he had not been to Beiming City as the second brother.
His heart suddenly calmed down a bit. He shook his head and denied it, saying in a crisp tone: "You have the wrong person. That is my second brother."
The smile in Han Rongyue's eyes disappeared for a moment, and then he curled his lips again: "That was my fault."
He locked his eyes with Lu Xiyun: "How about we get to know each other again? Northern Han Rongyue, Beiming City, is my territory. Brother Lu, if you have time, you are always welcome."
Lu Xiyun shook her head decisively and refused decisively: "No. It's too cold."
Han Rongyue's smile narrowed into a line, yet his expression made people feel uneasy. "It's okay. My father has allowed me to enter the pass for three months, so I can stay in Yunzhong for a while longer."
Lu Xiyun felt uneasy when he was looked at. He quickly changed the subject: "Reinforcements, are you the only one?"
Han Rongyue shook his head: "I am not a reinforcement. I owe Lu Yingfeng my life, and I am here to return it to Master Lu."
Han Rongyue casually shook off the blood on the tip of the gun: "I am enough."
His voice was steady, with an unconcealable sharpness in it: "Don't just hold on here. If you want to defend, you have to move forward. The three of us are enough to get to the alien king's tent. Then, these aliens will come back to help and won't bother chasing us."
Fang Che's eyebrows flashed with surprise when he heard this. He looked at Han Rongyue intently and said, "You sound like a senior I know."
That night, the warriors of the Gan army brazenly charged into the barbarian camp.
The high-level warriors of the barbarians hurried back to defend.
The horns sounded continuously, and the cries of killing shook the earth.
Green swords and silver spears were used for martial arts performances on battlefields spanning hundreds of miles.
Wherever the cold light points, blood spreads for thousands of miles.
The fighting continued all night long.
The next day, the barbarians led their troops to retreat.
The siege of Longyao Pass was thus lifted.
It is recorded in history books: In the 13th year of Jiasui, the three kings performed martial arts in front of Longyao Pass.
It became a topic of conversation in southern Xinjiang for a hundred years.
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