Chapter 169 Overlord's Insecurity [Third update, 10,000 words, please give me a monthly ticket! ]
The changes in the Five Barbarians will not have much impact on the Zhou Dynasty for the time being.
As soon as the three-month deadline was up, the entire Zhou Dynasty seemed to be in turmoil.
Beijun organized its army, deployed them in battle array, and equipped them with iron armor.
Military exercises began at the border, with shouts of killing shaking the sky and exuding an iron-blooded atmosphere.
Beijun Great Tent.
Tan Tai Xuan was wearing armor and sitting upright in the tent. As the three-month deadline approached, Tan Tai Xuan felt the solemn atmosphere every day.
Under the tent, Mo Ju was gently waving a feather fan, and Mo Beike was wrapped in a thick woolen cloak, with white air coming out of his mouth.
"The three-month deadline has arrived. In the past few days, the whole country has been in turmoil. The governors of various counties have raised their troops one after another. The situation is becoming increasingly serious."
Tan Tai Xuan sat in the main seat of the big tent and said.
He was very tired during these three months.
Although there was no war, everyone was on edge.
Moreover, he also led the army to develop Longmen and train an army of cultivators, because Beijun was much slower in developing the army of cultivators than Xijun and Nanjun.
Therefore, Tan Tai Xuan could only work harder and spend more energy and time.
Fortunately, after he and Qinglong made eye contact, Qinglong did not cause too much trouble and ignored the cultivators from Beijun who broke into Longmen.
During this period of time, Tan Tai Xuan also smashed several terracotta warriors, and finally obtained a ray of spiritual energy, which he condensed into a Qi Pill.
This touched him deeply.
"Since the 100,000-man army was wiped out, Nanjun has lost its threat. In addition... Tang Xian is seriously ill and has lost the qualifications to compete for supremacy. In the near future, he may pass the throne to his third son, Tang Yimo."
Inside the tent, Mo Ju analyzed.
"Tang Xiansheng was also a miserable man. He lost two sons, and he didn't like his third son because he was born in the same family as him. But, as if it was a fateful reincarnation, the one who inherited his legacy was the son he disliked the most."
"However, Tang Yimo doesn't seem to be very interested in the world. Like Overlord, he pursues cultivation strength. In fact, his ambition is smaller than Overlord's."
Mo Ju gently waved his feather fan, and his voice and analysis echoed in the tent.
"My Lord, I suggest that Beijun keep its troops in place for now and wait and see what the attitudes of Xijun and the Great Zhou Dynasty are."
Mo Ju said.
Under the tent, Mo Beike, wrapped tightly, also nodded, obviously satisfied with Mo Ju's analysis.
"That makes sense. Three months have just passed and Bai Yujing's order to stop the war has just been withdrawn, but we can't wait to start a war. Isn't this a slap in Bai Yujing's face?"
"With Beiluo Lu Ping'an's bad temper, if we don't give him face, there's no need to expect him to give us face..."
"So, I will not mobilize the troops in Beijun for the time being. It's just right to send more troops to support Tianhan Pass. Winter is coming, and those scumbags from Xirong have started to harass my Beijun border again."
Tan Tai Xuan Dao.
At the end of the speech, he started to curse again.
After cursing, he dispersed for a while, left the big tent, asked the servant for a jar of strong liquor, and went to another big tent with the liquor.
Inside the big tent was Jiang Li, whom he had detained.
After Tan Tai Xuan captured Jiang Li, although Jiang Li chose not to surrender to him, Tan Tai Xuan was not angry. Every day he would bring a jar of strong liquor and challenge Jiang Li to a drinking contest.
Although he was drunk by Jiang Li every time, he still enjoyed it.
…
West County.
The Dongyan River is rushing endlessly.
On a cold winter day, the Overlord was still wrapped in cold iron armor. He stood by the Dongyan River, looking at the rushing water.
He rubbed his brows and exhaled a breath of hot air.
"It's been three months, and I still haven't entered the body..."
"Why is the realm of body storage so difficult?"
Looking at the Dragon Gate rushing in the Dongyan River, the Overlord stood with his hands behind his back, and the cloak on his iron armor fluttered in the wind.
During the three months of cessation of war, the Overlord did not relax at all. He continuously sent warriors from Xiliang into Longmen for training, allowing them to defeat the terracotta warriors to gain spiritual energy and become practitioners.
Nowadays, the number of Xiang family troops has increased dramatically, and it can be said that the overall strength has made a great leap forward.
There were even two geniuses who could cross the chain bridge.
Although he had just stepped in, he was nearly wiped out by the Zi Yan man and woman. If Overlord had not intervened, the two geniuses might have really been killed.
The setting sun in winter burns like fire.
Like red silk, floating in the sky.
Overlord looked to the west, his brows furrowed.
He actually felt a little uneasy in his heart.
What on earth was it that made him feel uneasy? To the west...
That was the direction of the Guifang tribe. That group of birds... could make him feel uneasy? The Overlord frowned, clenched his fists, took a step forward, and crushed the stone under his feet.
Leaped into the dragon gate.
…
South County.
The war stopped for three months and Tang Xiansheng was bedridden for three months.
The death of Tang Baiyun and the destruction of Nanjun’s 100,000-strong army were a huge blow to Tang Xiansheng. In addition, he was drenched in heavy rain when he fled from the capital that day. After all, he was old, so Tang Xiansheng could not bear it and fell seriously ill.
During these three months, Tang Xiansheng understood a lot while lying in bed.
There is also less desire to dominate the world.
He could sense that his days were numbered, and thus he lost the desire to continue ruling Nanjun.
During these three months, he let Tang Yimo take control of the Nanfu Army and began to learn how to rule Nanjun and handle some matters.
Tang Yimo obviously guessed Tang Xiansheng's purpose, but he didn't say much.
Tang Yimo was not too resistant to the position of prefect of Nanjun.
Because he understood that only by sitting in this position, with power and authority, could his mother and sister live a better life.
Therefore, in addition to practicing, Tang Yimo also learned the ability to manage things under the guidance of Tang Xiansheng. Tang Xiansheng even specially found several Confucian scholars to guide him.
Tang Xiansheng's room is very quiet.
He was also happy with such quietness. Apart from staying in bed every day, Tang Yimo's sister would occasionally come and support Tang Xiansheng in strolling in the garden.
This gave Tang Xiansheng a rare pleasure.
Tang Yimo's younger sister, Tang Guo, is not very old and still looks like a little girl. Because she has suffered a lot, she is as precocious as Tang Yimo.
On this day, Tang Xiansheng was talking to Tang Guo in the garden, and laughter could be heard from time to time.
Tang Yimo, dressed in military armor and with a cold expression, walked out of the garden.
Tang Xiansheng looked at Tang Yimo and nodded kindly.
However, Tang Yimo just nodded lightly in response, and showed a bit of gentleness when rubbing Tang Guo's head.
"Since the Nanman barbarians broke through Nanjin City and were defeated a month ago, they have been much more restrained these days. However... spies have reported that the Nanman barbarians seem to be making quite a lot of noise these days."
Tang Yimo said: "Your idea of cooperating with the Nanman was stupid. These people are just wild beasts with great ambitions..."
"I know that although it is cooperation, it is more of a use. I have already made preparations to make sure these barbarians cannot return."
Tang Xiansheng leaned against a wooden chair, looking sick.
Tang Yimo didn't say anything. Everything had already passed and he was too lazy to say more.
"You said the barbarians have made some moves these days? What moves?"
Tang Xiansheng asked with his eyelids slightly drooped and a drowsy look on his face.
"There is no news of the scouts we sent from Nanjun to hide in the dense forests. They were deliberately eliminated by those barbarians."
"Some tribal barbarians wandering outside the city disappeared."
Tang Yimo said.
Upon hearing this, Tang Xiansheng opened his cloudy eyes and frowned slightly.
"It shouldn't be... The barbarians wandering outside the city are scattered and disorganized. Unless they launch a large-scale attack and are called upon by the tribal priest to gather, they usually move freely. The locations where our scouts are hiding are difficult for the barbarians to find... How could they be eliminated?"
Tang Xiansheng said slowly.
"Nanjin City is a border garrison city, so send more soldiers and horses. You can ask the Southern Army to send a team to Nanjin City... These actions of the barbarians make me feel a little uneasy."
Tang Xiansheng's hoarse voice resounded.
His sense of smell is more sensitive than Tang Yimo's.
After he became the governor of Nanjun, he had been dealing with barbarians all his life and had never seen such behavior from the barbarian soldiers.
The barbarians exist in tribal form and are difficult to unify. If they are really unified, it will not be good news for Nanjun.
"good."
Tang Yimo was silent for a long time and then nodded.
…
Imperial capital.
It's late at night.
Inside the Purple Gold Palace, the old eunuch knelt on the ground and said, "Your Majesty, news has come back from Beijun that Tan Tai Xuan still won't release us."
There were no candles in the palace, so it seemed a little dark.
Yuwen Xiu sat upright in a high seat and responded softly.
For three months, Yuwen Xiu has tried every possible means, but Tan Tai Xuan just won't let him go.
He was also somewhat helpless, but it made sense. How could Tan Tai Xuan release a top general like Jiang Li? Even if he couldn't make Jiang Li surrender, he would choose to keep him under house arrest. If he released him, he would become a serious threat to him.
"Forget it, let's forget about Jiang Li's matter."
"Old man, accompany me to the garden."
Yu Wenxiu said lightly.
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The old eunuch who was kneeling on the ground trembled suddenly.
"Your Majesty... is it the same as usual?"
Yuwen Xiu chuckled, "Yes."
"Hasn't there been a new batch of young eunuchs entering the palace recently?"
The old eunuch kneeling on the ground was trembling slightly, but he didn't know what to answer.
Yuwen Xiu stood up, put his hands behind his back, put on a golden cloak, left the palace and strolled in the garden.
The old eunuch followed behind him, and behind the old eunuch were two young eunuchs carrying wooden barrels full of raw meat, walking continuously with their heads lowered.
Came to the garden.
Yuwen Xiu stood in front of the pool, in which cold water splashed.
After that...
A black dragon with a ferocious appearance popped out of its head, and its nose collided with Yu Wenxiu's forehead...
There was a faint black mist spreading and lingering.
Under the moonlight, this scene seemed a bit weird.
The old eunuch looked solemn.
The two young eunuchs were shaking all over.
The pressure that the black dragon brought to them was enormous, because the black dragon looked at them with a bit of excitement.
Yuwen Xiu left.
He asked the old eunuch to make good arrangements.
The old eunuch said "yes" and respectfully saw Yuwen Xiu off.
He turned around and touched the cheeks of the two young eunuchs, with a somewhat sad look on his face.
"Go, feed your majesty's black dragon well..."
The old eunuch said.
The two young eunuchs were already trembling with fear.
They knelt on the ground, with the raw meat in the wooden barrel spilling all over the floor. They begged the old eunuch to let them leave, saying that they would not feed the dragon anymore.
However, the old eunuch flicked his whisk and turned around.
The two young eunuchs were crying and wailing, and behind them, a pair of dark eyes began to shine.
A bloody wind swept through.
The wailing of the two young eunuchs suddenly stopped.
The old eunuch turned around and saw only raw meat and wooden barrels scattered on the ground.
The old eunuch's face trembled, he stared at the rippling pond and took a deep breath.
He bent his hunched back and began to pick up pieces of raw meat.
…
Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.
Lu Dongxuan touched the big gold chain and paced back and forth in front of the Baiyujing Pavilion.
His face was full of confusion.
After thinking about it, he took a deep breath, took a step forward, and was about to force his way into the pavilion.
However, a cicada-wing sword suddenly appeared quietly in front of Lu Dongxuan without anyone noticing.
"Master Lu, please do not trespass."
Ning Zhaodao.
"Ning Zhao, I really have something urgent to discuss with you... A disaster is about to happen in the world."
Lu Dongxuan took a step back and said helplessly.
"Master Lu, perhaps the young master already knew what you deduced... The reason why the young master wanted to stop the war for three months was to prepare for this disaster."
"If we disturb the Master's retreat, we can't afford the price."
Ning Zhao said seriously.
Lu Dongxuan paused, and had to admit that what Ning Zhao said made sense.
He opened his mouth, but the sense of oppression emanating from Ning Zhao was getting stronger and stronger.
Lu Dongxuan had no choice but to sigh, turn around and leave.
…
Three days later.
West County.
The first snow fell.
The rushing Dongyan River seemed to begin to freeze.
On the river bank, Overlord stood, the cold wind was rustling, he stretched out his hand, and distinct snowflakes fell on his palm and turned into snow water and melted away.
Luo Mingsang, wrapped in a fur robe, walked out of the big tent slowly.
"Mingsang...I've been feeling a little uneasy these past few days. Is this my illusion?"
The Overlord looked at the snowflakes flying all over the sky and said.
"Shaoyun, maybe you are under too much pressure...Come into the big tent, I will play the zither for you to calm your mind."
Luo Mingsang exhaled, and held the Overlord's big hand with his fair palm.
The Overlord smiled.
"good."
However, I was just about to enter the big tent.
There was the sound of horse hooves exploding on the distant horizon, as if tearing through the white snow.
There were two riders coming from the west. They were scouts from the border guard post of Xijun.
Overlord frowned.
After letting Luo Mingsang enter the tent, he put on his armor and quickly went to the main tent.
"Report!"
"Sir, the tiger is circling the pass, and the Guifang tribe's army is gathering and approaching the pass!"
"Report!"
"Sir, the army of the Maurya Dynasty is approaching the pass to the southwest of the Tiger Rao Pass. There are hundreds of bald Maurya people outside the pass challenging us!"
Inside the account.
When the Overlord heard the information from the scout, his eyes suddenly narrowed.
The other Xiliang generals in the tent were also furious and slapped the armrests of the chairs.
However, the Overlord was not as angry as the other generals.
If it were in the past, he would have been furious.
but……
But now he smelled something unusual.
He slowly stood up in the big tent, with a suppressed and heavy aura emanating from him.
He raised his head and looked toward the northeast.
He narrowed his eyes and whispered softly, "Is this the reason why Baiyujing stopped fighting for three months?"
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