A few days later, the weather on the banks of the Yellow River became colder. Only then did Xiaohan, the river water veins around the Yellow River were already covered with sporadic frost, ice and ice, occasionally appearing.

The exercises in the Yellow River Camp are not as frequent as before. From the first two days to now, it has dropped to once every five days. If the weather continues to be cold, the frequency of the exercises may drop to once every ten days. In the camp, Yuan Ang, as the head coach, has sent several stern letters to the nearby county town, asking the nearby county town to mobilize clothes to keep warm...

In this weather, if there is no armor to protect the cold, the army will not only fight, but also want to maintain normal exercises.

"The news from the Imperial Heaven Prison is that there is nothing unusual about the weather, but this harsh weather is really in front of you."

"As a cultivator, what do you notice?" In the head coach's tent, four braziers were placed in four corners, burning wildly. As the head coach, Yuan Ang was also wrapped in a thick layer of cotton coat, and then he put on armor outside the cotton coat, so that this armor was clearly created to show the majesty of the general. At this time, it seemed a bit funny and bloated.

With Yuan Ang's words, the thick white mist also spread between his mouth and nose, covering his entire head.

"What does Taiwei Yuan mean?" On the left side of the camp, Tai Pan leaned against a high-back chair, frowned tightly.

"Mr. Yun thought that this abnormality of the celestial phenomena could be planned by those who practiced their practices?"

"Master Yuan is afraid he is joking." Tai Pan's brows suddenly stretched out, and he said firmly, "When the changes of heaven, what kind of supernatural power is this? How can ordinary practitioners do?"

"Although practitioners are known to be able to call the wind and rain, these wind and rain are formed by the accumulation of the essence of heaven and earth. How can a mere small technique be the same as the changes in this heaven and earth?"

"Mr. Yun means that the change of time is a very normal cycle of seasons?" After hearing Tai Pan's reply, the worry on Yuan Ang's face not only did not ease, but instead became even stronger.

"If this is true, it may not be a blessing for the empire."

"The weather is so severe that the subsequent cold and snow disasters will inevitably cost a lot of nationals. In addition, under the cold weather, the Huns in the northern region will inevitably invade."

"The climate of the empire is always going northward, the colder it is. The climate on the banks of the Yellow River is already so cold. What should I do if there is a bitter and cold place there?"

"The Imperial Heavenly Prison's judgment on the time of heaven is completely abnormal. If the materials transported by the court to the border are still the same as before, it is afraid that it will cause a disaster!" At this point, Yuan Ang's expression became dazed.

"Why should the Taiwei worry about this joint?"

"The weather turns colder, and the imperial capital Chang'an is even north of the Yellow River. Therefore, the coldness of the imperial capital must be still above the Yellow River. How could the ministers in the court not be blind and deaf, so how could they not notice it?"

"I hope this is the case." Yuan Ang sighed. If it were before, he would certainly have no objection to Tai Pan's words, but the current situation is unusual after all. No one can say how many ministers will focus on this heavenly time in the court. Moreover, the emperor is known as the emperor, and now the rebellion of the Seven Kings coincides with this change in the heavenly time. How many ministers in the court who have noticed the changes in the heavenly time in the court dare to speak, is the same question...

"The change of time this day is indeed extraordinary!" After leaving the commander's tent, Taipan couldn't help but raise his head and looked at Haoyang in the sky. Although the great sun was still hanging high in the sky as usual, Taipan could not notice any warmth from the Haoyang.

Uncontrollably, Mr. Yuan Ang’s questions also emerged in Tai Pan’s mind.

Although Taipan's answer was firm, at this time, Taipan's heart still couldn't help but feel a little chill, and then shivered.

If the change of the heavenly time is really a natural change as he answered, it would be fine, but if it is really as Yuan Ang guessed, the change of the heavenly time is the shadow of some practitioners, and what terrible existence should be able to manipulate the celestial phenomena that cover the entire empire’s billions of miles, or even a wider place?

I am afraid that those half-immortals who are in harmony with the Tao may not be able to do such a thing.

"Unless it is the existence of the nine major sects who move with all their might and do their best to do this," Taipan felt cold in his heart. If the changes in the celestial phenomena were really planned by someone, how big should the plan of the planner be?

I am afraid that the ambition to swallow the sky cannot be described as one or two.

Inexplicably, Tai Pan's mind also emerged again, the flash of inspiration that I felt south of the Yellow River at that time.

It is also that inspiration that is called Taipan’s grasp of the situation and has a completely different understanding. But when you think about it carefully, it seems that the changes in this day start from that inspiration?

"Can't think, can't think!" Taipan shook his head and dispelled all the thoughts in his mind.

This is almost a change of change. If it is really a human, then I am afraid that when I find a clue, there will be a sword light immediately, falling from billions of miles away from the nine heavens, making me two parts of my body and head.

"Maybe, it's time to leave the bank of the Yellow River!" Taipan stopped and suddenly a thought emerged in his mind, "I'm still waiting for a while. After the New Year, I'll take people away."

At that time, the chess game he planned on the bank of the Yellow River was over, and at that time, the disciples of the Tianshi Mansion on the bank of the Yellow River would not have any spare energy, so they would worry about the coming and going of the demons on the bank of the Yellow River.

"New Year Festival, wait until after the New Year Festival!" Taipan made up his mind.

The New Year Festival is the most grand festival in this empire. It is not just the carnival of ordinary people, but the carnival of many practitioners and gods. The extremely precious lights of thousands of families can only be obtained during this New Year Festival. No one will choose to find someone’s bad luck at this time, because if you miss such an opportunity, you have to wait for another whole year - or even at this time of the next year. No one can guarantee whether he is in seclusion and whether he still has time...
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