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Chapter 622: Standing in the snow in rustling red clothes, everyone’s swords are like dragons! (Please(1/2)

 The speed of a feathered eagle is even better than that of a flying eagle, and because of its small size and long endurance, it can fly for many days without setting, day and night.

Phew~

Looking at the eagle flying through the sky like an arrow, Yang Yu's heart was racing.

Having been a man for two lifetimes, his vigilance against outsiders has been deeply rooted in his bones. Therefore, in the past ten years, he has seen countless people of all kinds, but only a handful of people who can be friends.

The woman who was dressed in red clothes and armor, was good at wielding the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, and was good at martial arts but not very wealthy, was one of them.

"Brother Yang, who are you thinking about?"

His wandering thoughts were interrupted. Feeling Qin Si's bright eyes, Yang Yu's face turned red and he coughed slightly to cover it up:

"Your great-uncle, how are you doing lately?"

Qin Si had a clear mind, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she followed his answer, but she couldn't help but feel a little anxious and worried:

"Master-uncle barely leaves home, seems to be taking a dangerous break..."

Nearly thirty years ago, Taoist Lin was already the great master who was close to the threshold of martial arts. If he had not suffered a Tao injury, he might have achieved martial arts earlier than Nie Longtian.

But there are no ifs in this world.

The Gate of the Martial Saint is also called the 'Dragon Gate'. If you want to pass through this gate, you must burn yourself to the best of your ability. Even if you are at your peak, it is still not enough. When you are seriously injured, it is almost impossible to cross.

"Your master's uncle's temperament is too strong and cannot be persuaded."

Hugging the beauty, Yang Yu said in a gentle voice:

"Now that the people of Northwest Daocheng have returned, maybe it's time for you to complete the ceremony..."

A blue bird can only take off by borrowing luck. Qin Si's ceremony requires at least one state's luck, but the word "luck" is much more complicated than imagined.

The destiny of a leader cannot be gathered together by conquering the city. The most important thing is the attachment of people's hearts.

Therefore, it was delayed for a long time, but now, it seems to be almost done.

"It won't work."

Qin Si shook her head slightly, gently but firmly:

"You can't be king if you have a different surname, and you will die! This is Zhang Ming's bottom line. Once he breaks through, I'm afraid that King Zhao of Xifu will take action..."

She is worried.

The ceremony was important, but she naturally knew which was more important.

"Then..."

Just as Yang Yu was about to speak, his warm fingers touched him, and Qin Si said softly:

"Now the northwest road has not yet been settled. Nearby, two great martial saints are entrenched. In the distance, Emperor Qianheng is marching in person. How can I harm your luck at this moment?"

She pressed against her broad chest and listened to the low and powerful heartbeat:

"I, you can wait!"

Hearing soft words can turn hardness into a hundred refinements.

Yang Yu, who had such a strong temper, felt soft in his heart at this moment. He thought for a while, said nothing, and just hugged the beauty tightly.

"Listen to you."





In the following days, Yang Prison fell into an extremely busy state again.

Qin Li Hukou suspected that his body was upright, so although he insisted on not accepting the position of general, he still participated in the reorganization of the new army to a greater or lesser extent after he successfully opened the door and was promoted to grand master because he obtained the elixir.

Because the threshold for conscription was quite high, Qin Lihu did not force anything else. Instead, he recruited a group of prisoner soldiers who did not receive food and wages, but participated in work-for-relief.

Qi Wensheng's burden became lighter as people defected one after another, and he even began to send letters to various places to purge officials and rectify Yanzhou's city affairs...

As for Yang Yu himself, in addition to reading the book of life and death every day, strictly observing the appointment and dismissal of officials, and screening out the unruly people, he devoted all his energy to refining the gold essence.

This was an extremely huge project. To this end, he mobilized half of the city's blacksmiths and thousands of people to work on it.

The fireworks that rise every day in the city almost melt the snow into water.

Of course, in addition to refining the fine gold in Zhang Xuan's first secret warehouse, he also went to the treasury to retrieve a batch of gold.

Qi Wen was in pain because of the raw meat. He bargained several times, but in the end, he had to let him transfer half of it, but he would not back down even if he had one more tael.

Disaster relief, city affairs, alchemy, military pay... all kinds of expenses suddenly increased, almost making his hair turn gray.

Although the wind and snow had stopped, it was too painful for him to sit there and have nothing to do in such a severe weather with almost no caravans coming and going.

Fortunately, Yang Yu did not ask again, but immersed himself in it, gathering sand into a tower of refinement in the burning smoke.

As time passed, gradually, pure light emerged from the fine gold.

The first ray of golden essence was refined by him.





Huhu~

The strong wind blew away the unmelted snow, rolling it like waves on the frozen Longyuan River.

The Longyuan River flows from west to east through the Northern Liudao of the Ming Dynasty, nourishing fertile fields and supporting endless people's livelihood. Together with the Wanlong River, Qingshui River, and Nanwan River, it is also known as the four major rivers of the Ming Dynasty.

It is also one of the eight largest rivers in the world.

If you look at it from a very high place, you can see that it is these eight rivers that run through mountains, rivers, plains, and hills all over the world, and flow into the four seas.

In the history books, the sayings about the Eight Rivers and the Border People on the Four Seas come from this.

"According to legend, long ago, there was a Dragon King who lived in the Longyuan River. When I was young, I took a small boat and wandered from east to west for more than ten years, just to pursue the legendary Dragon Palace of Longyuan River..."

The speaker was a very old Taoist, with an extremely tall and tall figure. His gray hair was tied into a bun, interspersed with eye-catching hairpins that were as red as blood.

"Brother Yuji, have you ever found him?"

In front of the temple, a handsome monk with crystal-clear complexion clasped his hands together and walked forward slowly, was none other than 'Zhang Lingying'.

From here, ordinary people naturally cannot see the Longyuan River, but they can see it clearly.

"I found ruins, not to mention real dragons, not even a dragon. Maybe the legend of the Dragon King is just a legend..."

Yujizi looked at the monk:

"Why, Brother Zhang is also interested? If so, Pindao can take you for a walk..."

"There are Buddhas in the world, and there are also immortals, gods, dragon kings. This poor monk firmly believes it, but just look for it and forget about it."

Zhang Lingying shook her head slightly:

"Buddhist scriptures record that during the ancient tribulations, the spiritual energy dissipated, the Tao and the fruits disappeared, the gods and humans declined in five ways, and the world suffered nine disasters...

Under all kinds of disasters, even the Daluo gods and immortals cannot escape, so how can the Dragon King in Longyuan River withstand it?"

Looking at the frozen river winding like a dragon in the strong wind, his eyes were very bright.

Ever since he was a child, he saw his second brother slaughter the guards of the same courtyard, and he believed deeply in gods and Buddhas. He even became a monk and became a Buddhist monk in the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha...

"Speaking of this matter, there is still some fun. It is said that a few days ago, your niece insisted on going to the battlefield and was beaten back by the old princess. After that, for some reason, she seemed to be concerned about the Dragon King of Longyuan River. It is said that,

And also renovated a Dragon King temple?"

Yujizi mentioned this matter.

A shadow appeared in Zhang Lingying's eyes, which disappeared immediately and said calmly:

"The weather is about to change. Sooner or later, the Dragon King will come out of this river. It is appropriate to build a temple in advance to make good friends..."

"The sky changes, the sky changes. Not to mention the tide theory of Sanxiao Sanren, the theory of the sky changing has been mentioned by others more than 2,000 years ago.

Now, three thousand years have passed, and the snow has gotten heavier in just two years. Is there any sign of a change in the weather?"

Yu Jizi sneered.

Heavenly changes have been spread for fifty years, and the theory of tides has been spread for countless years. Some people believe it, while others don't. He is the latter.

Even if he had seen the master of supernatural powers with his own eyes.

"So, you are just a wild Taoist priest who cannot enter Xuankong Mountain or Bishui Temple..."

Zhang Lingying skipped this topic and said:

"You came to look for me because Sirius violated the border?"

"good."

Yu Jizi shook his fly whisk lightly and nodded:

"More than a month ago, there was a sudden movement outside the fortress. The tribes under the Black Mountains gathered together, and under the leadership of Nashabi, the son of King Tingzuo Khan of the Golden Horde, Nayudu, invaded the border..."

"There is no need to tell you this information."

Zhang Lingying interrupted him:
To be continued...
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