Chapter 648 "General Zhao, long time no see."
Is this actually the case? Zhao Duan suddenly understood when he heard this answer.
So it can be said that this guy's movement trajectory is almost the same as theirs. They were all chased out, but the "refugees" they encountered were not the same group.
Therefore, the two sides did not meet at the beginning until the "recruiting" team of the Liao people gathered together and brought together the two groups of refugees, and then they happened to meet.
What is fate...
Han Zhao's head was buzzing at the moment. He felt embarrassed because his boasting was exposed in public, but he was even more shocked.
The master who has always adhered to a "neutral" position is actually so biased towards the imperial court. Doesn't this mean that the Tianshi Mansion is doomed?
Get involved in this chaos?
Has the situation deteriorated to this point?
Han Zhao fell into deep thought.
Being chosen by Zhang Yanyi as his disciple, he is certainly not a mediocre person. Beneath his seemingly frivolous appearance, he hides a delicate mind that is well aware of the world.
When Han Zhao glanced at "Tuoba Weizhi" who was sitting cross-legged with a stern face and no expression, a strong curiosity surged in his heart.
The high priest who guards La Garden has become Zhao Shaobao's slave... Damn, this news will definitely fetch a high price...
Of course, he was just thinking about it. He knew the weight of the matter in his heart and naturally would not leak it.
Similarly, even though he had endless doubts in his heart, Han Zhao forced himself to endure it and did not ask the real intention of his master and his party taking the priest away.
"Oh right," Zhao Duan suddenly seemed to think of something and asked curiously:
"Brother Han, you've been fleeing all this time... well, turning around and coming back, but has your cultivation suffered a lot?"
Han Zhao was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said:
"No, my cultivation is fine... Well, I have some injuries, but they are not serious."
He habitually wanted to brag, but quickly made up his mind.
Zhao Duan said "Oh" and said curiously:
"Then why did Brother Han deliberately accept the whip from that bandit just now? Speaking of which, why did you fight with others?"
Han Zhao was furious when he mentioned this and complained:
"You mean that guy? I was chatting with him a while ago and we agreed to gamble, but he had terrible gambling habits and refused to admit his losses. How could I tolerate him? So I argued with him..."
After a pause, he sighed helplessly:
"I didn't expect to attract that bandit. Ha, if that refugee, who has such bad gambling habits, had been whipped by him with such a ferocious whip, he would have been seriously injured if not killed. As a monk, I can withstand more beatings than ordinary people. It didn't hurt, so I just took it for him."
As he spoke, he winked and smiled playfully:
"As for why I didn't reveal my cultivation... Hehe, aren't you guys hiding too? I don't want to be targeted by a Liaoren expert just after I run out..."
Zhao Duan listened to his explanation in a daze.
His eyes became a little strange.
I felt that the image of this "Han Lao Si" had become more complex. He was as "comfortable with gambling" as the rumors had said, but there was also a certain heroic spirit behind his jokes and scolding.
A wonderful person.
He labeled it in his mind.
"Cowardly."
Jin Jian folded his arms and commented on Han Zhao's behavior with disdain, saying:
"For a little money, it's really a disgrace to our Tianshi Mansion."
Jade Sleeve: “…”
The female Taoist priest held her forehead, thinking to herself, "How dare you say that..."
One loves money like his life, the other is addicted to gambling... The tradition of the Tianshi Mansion of this generation has been completely ruined.
Zhao Duan was smiling and was about to say something when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a group of people walking towards him from a distance. Leading them was the prince of Prince Mu's mansion.
At this moment, the sun was setting in the west. The entire team of thousands of people gathered in groups of two or three and scattered across the wasteland. Some fires had already been lit.
When the refugees around saw the prince coming, they retreated like a tide.
Zhao Duan and the others exchanged glances, stood up silently, and prepared to leave, but were stopped by the prince.
"Hmph, stop! Are you allowed to leave?"
The eldest son of Prince Mu spoke sinisterly, and a dozen bandits behind him drew their swords and jokingly surrounded the five people.
Zhao Duan lowered his head and pretended to be afraid:
"My lord...what are your instructions?"
The eldest son didn't even look at him. His eyes slyly fell on Yuxiu's face, which had returned to its true form. His eyes lit up and he smiled:
"What a pretty face! Humph! This prince has seen countless beauties, and even during the day I could tell you guys were deliberately pretending to be ugly. Funny, funny! I didn't expect there would be such a young lady in this refugee group."
The prince was very proud of himself. He looked at the golden tablet and Tuoba Weizhi again and became even more surprised:
"And these two, wow, so handsome, do you really think you can fool my eyes by painting them black?"
Zhao Duan stepped in front of the three women and whispered:
"Your Highness, this is a female member of my family. I hope Your Highness will show some mercy..."
Han Zhao looked at him in surprise, then smiled as well:
"Yes, I hope Your Highness..."
"Are you still in the same group?"
The prince was slightly surprised, then stared at Zhao Duan with a smile:
"How about this? You ask these women to serve me well tonight. If I'm satisfied, I'll let you live tomorrow."
Zhao Duan hesitated, then nervously glanced at the ferocious looks of the bandits around him, and timidly turned his head to look at Yuxiu:
"My lady, please go with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
Yuxiu:? ?
At the same time, Zhao Duan's "Secret Sound Transmission" sounded in the minds of the three women at the same time:
"You guys take care of him. Remember to interrogate him before killing him to see how much information he knows about the Liaoren troops."
Seeing this scene, Prince Mu was also stunned, and then laughed out loud, waving his hand:
"If you are sensible, please invite the three young ladies to my tent."
Then, several bandits escorted the three women to the tent at the edge of the camp.
The refugees around saw this scene and looked at Zhao Duan with either sympathy or disdain.
…
After the people walked away, Han Zhaocai whispered:
"Master Zhao, are you going to take action?"
Zhao Duan nodded, his eyes cold:
"Don't worry. With our strength, as long as the Celestial Beings don't come out and we don't get caught up in the main force, no one in Yunfu can stop us. Let's go. Do you mind joining forces with me to get rid of those Liao people?"
He signaled with his eyes to the dozens of Liao people warriors who were farther away from the camp and near the flying boat.
Han Zhao chuckled and said, "Half each."
"good."
As the two were talking, they left the camp and headed towards the flying boat.
"What are you doing?"
Several bandits noticed them, but Zhao Duan only glanced at them and they fell to the ground, dead.
"Gibberish..."
At this time, the Liao people warriors beside the flying boat also noticed the two people walking side by side. They stood up vigilantly and said something loudly.
Zhao Duan and Han Zhao ran at the same time, each rushing towards half of the people.
Each of these warriors is comparable to a martial artist, but they are like sheep facing the two men.
Zhao Duan drew out his sword, the sword flashed, and a head flew up. He still had the leisure to look at Han Zhao.
It was seen that the priest did not cast any magic spells, but rushed into the crowd with bare hands. He moved like a big bird or a monkey, and was extremely agile with the help of the "wind control technique".
The palms of his hands flew, and each time he pressed on a warrior's chest, it easily shattered his internal organs.
Zhao Duan was amazed and wondered if this person was a sorcerer or a warrior.
In the blink of an eye, corpses fell all around them.
Han Zhao clapped his hands and fell down, took a deep breath, and suddenly more than a dozen magic light circles spread out from his body, and his aura increased instead of decreasing.
"This is..." Zhao Duan shook the blood line on the knife, looking curious.
Han Zhao chuckled and explained:
"My cultivation method is quite special. Before the fight, I bet my life with them. If I lose, my cultivation level will drop. If I win, my magic power will increase.
To be honest with you, Master Zhao, I gained my cultivation in the Secular Realm by gambling my life with a Secular Realm cultivator during the Divine Chapter.
Can it be won through cultivation?
Zhao Duan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but sigh at the magic of these sorcerers...
Speaking of which, he heard that Han Zhao had a talisman in his hand, called the Dice of Destiny, which could change his own destiny...it was also a mysterious thing.
"So that's how it is. Yuxiu, Jinjian and I are all good friends. Brother Han, there's no need to call me 'Sir'." Zhao Duan said with a smile:
"If I had known earlier, I would have given all these Liao people to you."
Han Zhao waved his hand:
"I can't eat it. It's too much..."
While the two chatted, they killed all the Liao people without any hesitation. This scene caused an uproar in the eyes of the refugees in the camp.
Especially the refugees who had just thought he was "cowardly" were dumbfounded and shouted:
"Murder..."
At the same time, screams were heard from the tent at the edge of the camp. A human head could be vaguely seen falling from the brightly lit tent, and donated blood sprayed on the tent.
Then, a jade flying sword tore through the tent and in a flash, it circled around the huge camp.
All the bandits covered their necks and fell to the ground in pain.
Killing people is like butchering dogs!
"Immortal...it's the Immortal who has come to save us..."
At this time, some refugees finally reacted and knelt down and kowtowed.
Zhao Duan and Han Zhao walked over and saw three women walking out of the tent.
Tuoba Weizhi was wiping his bloody fist with a rag.
The flames ignited the tent. Zhao Duan glanced at Prince Mu, who was kneeling on the ground with his head missing, and couldn't help but say:
"...There's no need to be so cruel..."
Tuoba Weizhi lowered his head in shame:
"I will pay attention next time."
Yuxiu raised her hand, recalled the flying sword, and said lightly:
"This guy knows very little. I only asked about our location, which is roughly here."
She drew a simple map on the ground:
"We are here. The main force of the Liao people is here. As for the recruitment teams, there are many of them scattered throughout this area..."
Zhao Duan glanced and said:
"I see. The Liaoren tribe has too many experts. I think that instead of taking the risk of forcing our way in, we should first reunite with Zhao Shixiong. In addition, we must leave quickly to avoid being tracked down."
No one had any objection and they all followed his lead.
Seeing this, Zhao Duan turned around and spoke briefly to the thousands of refugees. He didn't introduce himself, but simply pointed them in a direction:
"You can go that way, you won't encounter the Liao people."
Then, he no longer paid attention to the people who revered him as a god, and walked straight towards the flying boat with a few others.
Soon, under Tuoba Weizhi's control, a group of brainless birds flapped their wings and dragged the flying boat slowly into the air.
Carrying five people, it headed towards the northern border town.
All that was left were bonfires burning on the ground and thousands of refugees who seemed to be in a dream.
…
…
In the border town, inside the headquarters of the military governor.
The lights are on.
Zhao Shixiong sat in the hall and listened to the reports from his generals again.
"...General, according to scout reports, the Liao people's 'recruiting' team is driving the refugees towards the border town and transporting food and fodder..."
"It's obvious they're trying to use civilian 'bandits' to wear down our forces... I suggest you just hold on to the border town and don't be fooled. If we leave the city, a large influx of civilians will cause trouble."
"What if the Liao people overpower the common people and storm the city gate?"
"Heh, this is a battlefield. I think you all understand what's more important."
"...Everyone, by comparison, the more important force is the main force of the Liao people. At the current rate of progress, they will arrive in two days at most, or even more than a day. If we can't defend the city by then, not only will those civilians, but we here will have no way out."
Zhao Shixiong listened quietly, one elbow resting on the table and his hand supporting his forehead.
At this time, another general walked in quickly from outside the hall and said:
"General, urgent news from the front! Our scouts in the southwest region have sent back important news!"
Zhao Shixiong, who seemed to be drowsy, suddenly raised his head with a sharp look:
"read!"
"Yes." The general pulled out a secret letter from his bosom, tore it open in public, and unfolded the letter:
"...There was a riot near the Liao people's main camp on Laba Festival, suspected to be a war between the Celestial Beings... The Liao people's chief ordered a search for those who had infiltrated..."
The border troops also had scouts lying in ambush in Xinjiang, and what they reported back at this moment was the battle between the old Taoist priest and Song Zhi.
Upon hearing the news, everyone present was shocked, even Zhao Shixiong was stunned.
The struggle between heaven and man?
At this time, which celestial being would appear in the territory of the Liao people?
It's impossible that Your Majesty went to Xinjiang alone, right?
Zhao Shixiong couldn't figure it out, but he did have some guesses. After all, there were only a few known celestial beings, and they could be counted on one's fingers.
But the problem was that he hadn't received any news, and he had no idea what had happened, so he had no way of guessing.
"General, the civil strife among the Liao people is a good thing." A general was delighted.
Zhao Shixiong was not so optimistic. As the commander-in-chief, he was instinctively worried about this unknown change.
Soon, the meeting ended and Zhao Shixiong returned to his bedroom.
Gongsun was out on patrol tonight and was not at home. He undressed and lay down, but could not fall asleep.
He forced himself to sleep for a while, and in a daze, he vaguely heard the crowing of roosters in the city. Zhao Shixiong opened his eyes and found the dim morning light outside the window.
He stood up with a slightly tired look, put on his coat, pushed the door open and walked into the yard.
It was not yet fully light, but the dawn had just faded, and the sky above the border town was covered with thin gray clouds.
Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves was heard outside the commander's office. Zhao Shixiong thought for a moment and realized that it must be Gongsun Ye coming on patrol.
Sure enough, not long after, the female general Gongsun Feng came hurriedly from the other side of the Moon Gate, carrying two swords on her back, but behind her were five mysterious men who were all wearing cloaks that covered their faces.
"General, look who I brought to you!" Gongsun's eyes were full of excitement.
Zhao Shixiong was stunned. Ever since the Liao people sent troops, his wife had never smiled again.
What happened today?
"Madam, who are these people..." Zhao Shixiong looked at them puzzledly.
Several cloaked men walked into the courtyard in the dim morning light. The leader stretched out his hand, lifted his cloak, revealing a handsome face.
Zhao Duan smiled and said, "General Zhao, long time no see."
(End of this chapter)
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