"Brother Qiye, who is he?"

In the distance, Wuquan looked at Huo Qubing's back as he rode his horse and couldn't help but ask.

"Huo Qubing."

"Is that Huo Qubing who conquered the Wolf's Lair?" Wu Quan asked in surprise, "Why do I sense the aura of the [Dominating Emperor] from him?"

"He was originally the [Dominating Emperor], and he was also the first strong man in Daxia's history to break through the human ceiling." Lin Qiye explained, "At the same time, he is also the oldest founder of the Night Watch."

Lin Qiye's gaze fell on Huo Qubing's back. The other party's words not long ago lingered in his ears again, and his expression was a little complicated.

Although [Dominate the Emperor] can make a person grow to a terrifying level in a very short period of time, the price is also extremely high. Huo Qubing did not say how long he could live, but from the vague anxiety in his eyes, Lin Qiye knew that the life of this Champion Marquis was almost over.

Hearing this series of titles, Wuquan nodded in surprise, and then seemed to have thought of something.

"By the way, isn't this the Western Han Dynasty? Why don't they speak classical Chinese?"

Lin Qiye looked back at the fifteen-year-old boy and explained with a chuckle, "The ancient Chinese is written in a refined language used by the ancients to record things. They used vernacular Chinese in their daily communication. However, colloquial language like vernacular Chinese is very easy to produce regional and era differences. For example, how many dialects are there in modern Daxia? The speaking habits and ways of the people of Daxia in the 19th century are also different from those of modern times.

If such a huge difference can be made in just a hundred years, then if the events were recorded in vernacular Chinese thousands of years later, it would be like a mystery to modern people. Thanks to the fixed written form of ancient Chinese, history books can be understood by future generations. "

Wuquan suddenly realized.

But he seemed to have thought of something, and asked in confusion: "Brother Qiye, didn't you say that vernacular writing would change after a long time? The Western Han Dynasty is more than 2,000 years away from our time, why do I feel that the way they speak is no different from ours?"

Hearing this, Lin Qiye suddenly froze in place.

Yes... Why do people of this era speak so similarly to modern people? Even if we don't consider the dialect differences caused by geographical location, the two thousand years of time gap alone should mean that the way people in the Western Han Dynasty spoke should be very different from modern people.

Before Wu Quan woke up, Lin Qiye didn't notice this problem at all. He thought that the language magic circle that Merlin left deep in his soul had taken effect, allowing him to communicate with the people of the Western Han Dynasty without any obstacles... But why could Wu Quan understand what they were saying?

Lin Qiye frowned and thought for a long time, but there was no answer... After all, he was not a professional scholar, so he could only put this doubt aside for the time being.

The army marched forward on the barren land. Since most of the soldiers were on foot, their speed was not fast. Lin Qiye didn't know where they were. He only knew that the sunlight in the sky was gradually setting in the west, and they seemed to be moving away from the desert.

Wu Quan followed behind Lin Qiye, dozing off while riding a horse. He only woke up when the army in front suddenly stopped.

"Why did you stop?" Wu Quan looked at the sky and it seemed it was still early.

Lin Qiye did not speak. After an unknown amount of time, a general rode up to Lin Qiye and spoke respectfully:

"Sir, the Marquis invites you."

Lin Qiye raised his eyebrows and nodded, "Okay, I understand."

Lin Qiye turned around and gave Wuquan a few instructions, then walked straight to the front of the army formation. He saw Huo Qubing, Zhan Yuwu, Yan Zhonghe and several other generals gathered together, with serious expressions on their faces.

"Without the black dog's fangs, the effectiveness of the exorcism formation will be greatly weakened... Nowadays, the evil spirits are getting more rampant day by day. If we station in the wilderness, it will be like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth!" An old general stroked his long beard and spoke solemnly.

"What else can we do if we don't station there? The nearest city is dozens of miles away, and even if we rush there overnight, these 30,000 soldiers can't enter the city. As long as we are in the wild, it is bound to be dangerous."

"The spies we sent to the nearest city have returned, and they don't have any Black Dog Fangs either..."

Everyone fell silent at the same time.

"How many days are left before we are able to reach Chang'an?" At this moment, Huo Qubing suddenly spoke.

"My lord, it will take at least five days." Yan Zhong replied.

"Five days..." Huo Qubing looked up at the gradually darkening sky and frowned slightly, "What if we travel day and night?"

"Traveling day and night? My lord, there are a lot of evil spirits lurking at night!" a general reminded.

Huo Qubing did not answer, he just frowned and looked at Yan Zhong.

"If we travel day and night without stopping and march at full speed... we can reach Chang'an in three and a half days."

"What if we abandon another 70% of the baggage?"

Hearing this, the faces of all the soldiers changed, "My Lord, what are you going to do? Although the evil spirits in the wild are dangerous, we don't have to rush back to Chang'an in such a hurry, right?"

"Yan Zhong."

"If we abandon another 70% of the baggage... we can reach Chang'an in two days!" Yan Zhong gritted his teeth and replied.

Huo Qubing nodded and said, "Pass the order down. Leave 70% of the baggage behind and set off at full speed. We must reach Chang'an before the third night!"

"Yes!" Without any hesitation, Zhan Yuwu turned around and gave orders to the army.

The other generals stood there in a daze, seemingly unable to understand why Huo Qubing was so anxious to return to Chang'an.

"My Lord, that exorcism formation..."

"Continue to arrange the formation. Even without the Black Dog Fang, the others can still have some effect." Huo Qubing turned and looked at everyone. "After the army sets out, Yan Zhong, you will take charge of the west wing, Song Qing will take charge of the east wing, Yu Wu will lead the people as the vanguard to clear the way, I will take charge of the center army, and as for the rear wing..."

Huo Qubing's eyes fell on Lin Qiye and he asked for his opinion:

"Lin Qiye, are you willing to stay behind for me to prevent the evil spirits from following and attacking me? If you are willing, I will personally ask for the reward for you after returning to Chang'an."

Everyone's eyes fell on Lin Qiye. Except for Yan Zhong, everyone else's eyes were full of surprise. They knew that the Marquis had brought back a young man from Xue County, but they never expected that the Marquis attached so much importance to this young man.

The rear of the army is the weakest and most dangerous position. The fact that the Marquis asked him to guard it shows that he highly recognizes his ability.

Lin Qiye didn't hesitate and nodded, "No problem."

After receiving Lin Qiye's reply, Huo Qubing's expression was obviously relaxed. He quickly issued a few more instructions, and Lin Qiye rode his horse directly to the rear wing of the army.

The dim setting sun disappeared, and the world fell into darkness. While riding his horse, Lin Qiye looked up at the starry sky, his brows furrowed more and more, and he spoke with some uncertainty:

"...Are these red stars closer than they were yesterday?"