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The morning light breaks through the dawn, and the sun rises eastward.

After a night of silence, Northwest Dao City was rejuvenated again.

"I can't remember how long it took for me to see such a noisy and hustle and bustle..."

Walking slowly, crossing the door, and looking at the crowds of people surging on the streets, Wei Zhengxian couldn't help but feel ripples in his heart.

In the past ten years, natural disasters and man-made disasters have occurred frequently. Under the heavy wind and snow, I don’t know how many powerful bandits have emerged. Even in the city of Qingzhou, it is not as lively as ever.

Walking slowly on the street and asking various questions, Yu Liang has gained a lot:

"Along the way, the weather in various prefectures in Northwest Road has not been the same as that of the past. No wonder Brother Yang wants to be the king..."

"He might be going out of the northwest..."

Wei Zhengxian thought about stroking the horse's hair gently.

The establishment of a king is based on folk sayings, which is the first step to transforming a dragon from the dragon.

Nothing can be accomplished without control.

Only by establishing a system can we attract the virtuous and achieve success.

Conquering the world is never something that can be achieved by one family. Yang Yu was able to conquer the northwest, so his powerful force was naturally the top priority.

If you sit firmly in the northwest of the Three Prefectures and Twenty-Nine Palaces, you will naturally have many disciples from Wanxiang Mountain.

In the more than twenty years in Longyuan City, Wang Muzhi recruited many disciples. Even if he could use them, it was enough to maintain the northwest.

But that's all.

If Yang Yu wanted to leave the northwest, the step of becoming a king was natural and he had to go.

The number of talents needed to conquer the world cannot be cultivated by one family. Even if Yang Yu opened a primary school and reform school in the past six or seven years, it would be difficult to achieve results in a short period of time.

"It's the only way to make a wedding dress for others," he said.

Yu Liang nodded, but was not optimistic.

Now Yang Yu seems to be at its peak. After the battle of Dingyang City, he has become the best in the world. At this moment, he is king in the northwest and seems to be in a great way to dominate the world and make the mountains and rivers.

But he can see the internal and external troubles behind it.

The storm outside the border was brewing, and the Seven Killing Kings united with the Eight Divisions of the Tianlang were eyeing them covetously. After the Dali army god Li Yuan died in Fanru, he suddenly became a regent.

Northwest Road is located in the border area, so it must be the first to bear the brunt.

Moreover, because of his great reputation, several anti-kings in the Ming Dynasty, and even the imperial court, were targeting them, and banning merchants was only one of them.

Once the outside of the border changes, it is hard to say that it will not be hit by several sides.

This is an external problem, but an internal problem is equally severe.

In the seven years before and after, Yang Yu had completely wiped out the gentry in the Northwest Dao, and for a time it made the Northwest political affairs and people harmonious.

But it really disliked the hearts of the gentry in the world.

So much so that in recent years, he has gained fame and countless people have come to Northwest Road to apply for it, but no gentry has come to apply for it. Instead, some families that have not been liquidated have also fled.

"He is too alone."

Yu Liang shook his head:

"Even if Zhang Yuanzhu was the one who had joined forces with the gentry before he could rectify the country. His behavior was a disaster for far-reaching consequences..."

"What Mr. Yu said is not bad, it's just..."

Wei Zhengxian agreed with his words, but his eyes flashed when he looked at the crowded streets:

"It seems, it seems to be pretty good?"

"General?"

Yu Liang was slightly surprised, and Wei Zhengxian had already accelerated his pace:

"After many years of separation, I also want to see how much progress this kid has made, and whether he can afford the title of No. 1 in the world..."

As always, the Northwest Prince's Mansion did not move a single brick or stone after Yang Yu entered.

Wei Zheng was not slow yet, and asked some questions casually, and Yu Jing, who was accompanying him, answered them one by one.

While a few people were talking, they entered the vestibule.

Particular stone slabs are laid on the ground, complex patterns form the shape of a dragon, and above the wide and thick hall wall is a map of the thousands of miles of land written by everyone.

The Zhang family's ten veins are mostly happy about the map of the country and the country. This inheritance has a long history and can be traced back to Zhang Yuanzhu, the Taizu of the Ming Dynasty.

With the best results, there are so many painters who are good at painting thousands of miles of land.

But if Zhang Xuanyi was selected, this map of thousands of miles of country is the best among them.

Above the nine-meter-long hall wall, the mountains are undulating, the river is crisscrossing, the clouds are rolling, and the city is swaying,

A red sun hangs on the top of the mountain, in the starry night, with stars dotted.

Before standing in the picture, it seems that you can see the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles, and look up at the starry sky for billions of years, and an indescribable vastness and heroic moment came to your face.

"This kid..."

The moment he stepped into the front hall, Wei Zhengxian's eyelids couldn't help but jump.

The great eyesight did not even see the map of the country, and the sight was occupied by the figure standing in front of the courtyard wall with his hands behind his back.

At this moment, what the two people entering the hall saw were two completely different scenes.

Yu Liang frowned and saw Yang Yu walking around, his face as white as paper, his qi and blood were declining, and he looked like he was in short order of life.

As circulated among the people, he suffered a heavy blow in the battle of Dingyang City.

But in Wei Zhengxian's eyes, his aura was like the red sun in the painting. Even though he was decorated with stars and mountains and rivers, he could not hide his light.

At the extreme moment, he felt his heart beat suddenly a few times, and he felt a little awe when he first met the old prince.

"I don't want to, General Wei will come in person!"

With a light cough, Yang Yu turned around and looked at Wei Zhengxian who was stepping into the hall:

"After a few years of separation, General Wei still has the same style."

He sacrificed himself and inca body, his five senses were far inferior to before, but they were only a few feet apart. When he glanced at him, he could already see Wei Zhengxian's condition.

This unparalleled general of Qingzhou, the leader of the three heroes of Longyuan, has the power of four symbols, has greatly improved his merits and achievements, and is infinitely close to the threshold of the Martial Saint.

Compared with the battle many years ago, there is a lot of progress.

Without the Taoist fruit, even if this person has ten times more talented, he will not make any progress in his cultivation for a hundred or two hundred years.

"Martial Saint."

Wei Zhengxian's face shook slightly and came to his senses. However, his face was a little complicated. He seemed to have a lot of things to say, but in the end he just turned into one sentence:

"amazing……"

"But you're lucky, you won't be so praised by the general."

Yang Yu waved his hand and asked the two to sit down. Yu Jing glanced at Wei Zhengxian deeply and turned around and left.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Whether it is a king or a big wedding, it is extremely cumbersome, so he is very busy.

"Lucky is also strength."

Wei Zhengxian took his seat calmly, and there was inevitably a bit of sigh in his words:

"No wonder the old prince valued you so much..."

The two of them had only met for several times, but at this moment they had a great time talking like friends they had not seen each other for many years, which made Yu Liang, who was tense, feel surprised and suspicious.

Wine was drinking and chatting, not long after, Wei Zheng first took the lead in dropping the cup and told his purpose:

"I want to reorganize the Qingzhou Army."

"Um?"

Yang Yu's heart moved.

"Ten thousand dragons and horses, 200,000 high-quality horses, 180,000 elite armor, 100,000 weapons, food and grass, the more the better..."

Without going around the circle, Wei Zheng first took out a list of materials, which listed a large number of supplies.

After a glance, Yang Yu raised his eyebrows:

"The general made this list, would he want Yang to come out?"

"Not to give it, it's to borrow it!"

This is what Yu Liang said.

Facing Yang Yu's scrutiny gaze, Yu Liang's expression remained unchanged, and he explained his purpose:

"Da Li civil strife, Li Yuan and the Red Ri Dharma King fought for many days, and no matter who wins, the next step will inevitably invade Longyuan..."

"...the lips are gone and the teeth are cold, and the Northwest Road cannot stay out of the matter..."
To be continued...