Chapter 417
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The ox is a heterogeneous species. It is as big as a hill. It is blue all over, and its eyes are red. Its hooves are on fire. It walks in the air and drags its cart across the plain.
It's just that the frame looks very simple compared with its owner's identity.
However, Mr. Cheng and Lao Shuai saluted immediately when they saw the ox cart.
"See you, my Lord."
The green ox, whose hooves are burning, stops.
The ox cart is shrouded in gauze, with many figures and purple light.
There was a click in the car.
It's like someone's knocking nuts.
With this "click click" sound, someone said: "no gift."
"Thank you, sir." Mr. Cheng and the old man said in unison.
The former moved his aching joints, while the latter took a step forward and gave a more grand worship to the ox cart in front of him: "I'm guilty."
There was a sound in the car, which seemed to be a bit vague, as if he was chewing something.
"There are both merits and demerits. If the merits and demerits are not equal, go back and get the punishment yourself."
When the old commander heard the speech, he said in a respectful voice: "thank you for your kindness."
After that, he got up and stood aside, watching the ox cart start again and go to the direction of the Western Qin Dynasty.
The old man himself did not return to the border to command the troops again, but returned to the imperial city of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.
With an oil paper umbrella under his arm, Mr. Cheng walked with the ox cart and said, "without asking for instructions, he would invade the Western Qin Dynasty and make an enemy with Tianhe. Naturally, he would be punished. However, marshal Hu is really a man who only wants to open up territory for my great Zhou. He doesn't want to be embarrassed by your majesty. He is ready to take responsibility."
"Don't rush to plead for him. I can trust Lao Hu." There was a "bang" in the cart, like a nut shell.
Mr. Cheng was a little relieved.
Of course, it's not easy to open the opening.
The so-called "will be outside the king's life is not subject to", but also to specific circumstances.
In the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, the internal punishment to the old man was inevitable. The power should be a wake-up call to the rest of his family.
But for people outside the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, the one in the ox cart obviously didn't want to pay attention.
The conflicts between the Eastern Zhou Dynasty and the Western Qin Dynasty have never been less, and the tension between them is no less than that between the ancient deities and the southern Chu Dynasty.
At present, a large part of the territory of the Western Qin Dynasty is merged into its own home. Compared with the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, it is the result of seizing the opportunity to open up territory.
Mr. Cheng asked, "that minister will go to the western expedition Army..."
In the bullock cart, the sound of "click" can't be heard, and the people in the cart keep talking: "so far."
"Yes, your majesty." Mr. Cheng understands.
He returned to the mountains at the border of Zhou and Qin.
The Eastern Zhou people who are still waiting here are a little relieved to hear the will.
The result of the old man surnamed Hu, including the old man himself, everyone has psychological preparation.
The only suspense is how your majesty will deal with the occupied territory after going through the customs.
Tianhe has a long history. These days, people often run back and forth, trying to eliminate the smoke between Zhou and Qin.
Now his Majesty's will is lowered, and the attack against the Western Qin Dynasty will come to an end.
However, there is no possibility of returning the territory that we have built with our own ability.
Next is the stage of sorting out and digesting. As far as the Eastern Zhou Dynasty is concerned, this trip has made huge profits.
After making all the arrangements, Mr. Cheng set out to chase the ox cart.
Take the bus to Yangcheng.
The result of the generals of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty was considered by the emperor of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.
However, Zhengyang city also needs to help the old Sword Fairy out of the siege.
"Win old them, must have seen cloud old now?" After catching up with the ox cart, Mr. Cheng sat on the front shaft of the cart and acted as a driver.
On the way, before reaching the boundary of the Western Qin Dynasty, the elder of Tianhe came to see the empress, but he was blocked by Mr. Cheng.
The other party has no choice but to leave. I think he will explain the situation to old Jianxian.
There was a "um" in the nose of the person in the car.
Mr. Cheng was very helpless: "Your Majesty, although I also believe that with Mr. Yun's magnanimity, we will not be provoked, but we still need to do some face work."
With a click, the people in the car threw up an almond and fell into their mouth: "in addition to yunlao and a few people, Tianhe people are more and more wordy, too lazy to listen to their nonsense."
Mr. Cheng laughed bitterly.
As long as they are people, they may have their own minds.
On the whole, Tianhe people are mostly decent.
But it's also rigid.
Over the past hundred years, Tianhe has helped to protect the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.
Old Jianxian himself is just out of love for his old friend, and people in Tianhe do not regard themselves as saviors.However, some of the people in Tianhe have more or less formed a sense of supervisor, and they often have the intention to correct some actions of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.
"Your Majesty, although many suggestions of Tianhe people are impractical, anyway, they can be regarded as another kind of voice. If you listen to them, you will know." Cheng advised.
"No." The man in the car said without thinking.
"It's too tired to be Mingjun. It's better for me to be a HunJun."
Mr. Cheng almost had the impulse of rolling his eyes: "Your Majesty, you are too modest. You are still far away from me.
Of course, it would be better if you could be more diligent. "
"Eating, drinking and playing are more suitable for me." The queen slowly opened a pine nut and tasted the taste of pine nut.
Mr. Cheng's white eyes finally turned out: "with all due respect, your majesty, you moved the Treasury three times to fill the inner Treasury, all for eating and drinking. You really have no ambition by the standards of a fatuous King..."
Before he finished, he was hit on the back of his head by a pine nut shell thrown out of the car.
Mr. Cheng sighed deeply.
"Your Majesty, you are good at everything, but sometimes you are too childish."
The middle-aged driver looked at the huge green ox in front of him with a depressed face.
Because he hated the green bull temple, he gave up riding on the ox cart when he was a child. Instead of riding on the dragon, he rode on the ox instead. This kind of child's aggressive behavior can be achieved by his own majesty.
Even after he ascended the throne and became equal to the master of qingniu temple, this habit has not changed.
As a result, I can only drive an ox cart for her as a ruler
If we have to say that there is any progress, that is, the green cattle used for driving has been upgraded from ordinary to exotic.
"It's good to be a baby." The people in the car were cracking again.
Mr. Cheng was helpless again.
When he wanted to say something, he suddenly closed his mouth, his face became calm again, and he turned to look into the distance.
"Your Majesty, it's like people from qingniu temple and southern Chu." Mr. Cheng said.
"It's not like it. It's just like it." The man in the car said carelessly: "move faster, we have to go to Zhengyang city."
"Yes, your majesty." With an oil paper umbrella under his arm, Mr. Cheng jumped out of the ox cart and drifted away in the wind and rain.
In front, a big war is breaking out between the West Qinshan and Sichuan.
Half of the sky is full of purple air, and the huge Tai Chi picture formed by the intersection of yin and yang fish seems to replace the sun in the sky.
In the other half of the sky, there is a sea of pure gold fire, golden and boundless.
There are golden dragon lights and shadows, which rise and fall.
Ziqi is an old Taoist.
During the battle of the Western Qin Dynasty, the master of qingniu Temple never showed up. Qingniu temple is now the leader of the Taoist school.
On the other side of the golden sea of fire, there is an old man whose hair and beard seem to turn into gold. He is dressed in Royal luxury clothes, with extraordinary momentum.
Yuyang king, who is two generations older than the emperor of Chu, is also a top expert in southern Chu. Most of his days, he is engaged in secret training. Only in such a big battle, can he fight for Southern Chu.
The two sides displayed their respective merits of Taiqing scriptures and brilliant genealogy, and fought against each other in the West Qin Dynasty, but they all wanted to occupy this territory.
They are the center of the battlefield, others dare not close.
On the periphery of the battlefield, there are more qingniu Guanzhen Zhuan and southern Chu masters fighting.
However, from the center to the periphery, everyone suddenly slowed down.
At the same time of guarding against the enemy on the other side, we all looked warily into the distance.
The clouds suddenly spread all over the sky and kept moving towards them.
As the clouds approach, continuous drizzle falls, washing the world.
The golden flame, the fire is low.
The vast purple Qi dissipates and retreats.
The sky and the earth are completely covered with rain.
A figure with an oil paper umbrella under his arm appeared between the old Taoist priest and Yuyang king of Southern Chu.
The pressure from both sides fell on him alone, but soon disappeared.
Mr. Cheng bent down and beat his sore joint.
"You two are old and strong. Cheng's rusty arms and legs are really unbearable."
That said, the middle-aged man looked relaxed.
In contrast, his two opponents were more dignified than before.
"Master Yu, uncle Cheng..." Both of them spoke in unison, and their faces seemed more gloomy than the rain and clouds in the sky.
Uncle Cheng said with a kind smile: "Your Majesty is going out of the pass. In order to calm down the war here, please stop and go away."
The old Taoist took a deep breath: "Your Majesty, have you come here? I wonder if I can meet you? "
Cheng Shuzhi shook his head: "please forgive me, Taoist priest. Your majesty doesn't see any guests at the moment, so he asked me to come to see you and ask you to leave Xiqin."
The old Taoist looked at Cheng Shuzhi and said, "did you also spit out the occupied land of Xiqin in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty?""It won't bother you, Taoist priest." Cheng Shuzhi said.
Yuyang king of Southern Chu sneered: "you have thick skin in Eastern Zhou Dynasty."
Uncle Cheng moved his sore neck: "I don't dare to, but if you don't retreat, you'd better have a thick skin."
As he spoke, all the southern Chu martial artists and qingniu martial artists felt that the rain from the sky had suddenly changed.
Every drop of rain, as if into a hole through the world's edge!
When a drop of rain falls, it directly penetrates their body protection strength.
The rain has not increased.
But the continuous drizzle, the whole world, as if to be broken into a sieve, full of holes is not enough to describe its desolation.
More than half of the people on the scene were as if the seedlings had been blown down by the rainstorm and gale.
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The ox is a heterogeneous species. It is as big as a hill. It is blue all over, and its eyes are red. Its hooves are on fire. It walks in the air and drags its cart across the plain.
It's just that the frame looks very simple compared with its owner's identity.
However, Mr. Cheng and Lao Shuai saluted immediately when they saw the ox cart.
"See you, my Lord."
The green ox, whose hooves are burning, stops.
The ox cart is shrouded in gauze, with many figures and purple light.
There was a click in the car.
It's like someone's knocking nuts.
With this "click click" sound, someone said: "no gift."
"Thank you, sir." Mr. Cheng and the old man said in unison.
The former moved his aching joints, while the latter took a step forward and gave a more grand worship to the ox cart in front of him: "I'm guilty."
There was a sound in the car, which seemed to be a bit vague, as if he was chewing something.
"There are both merits and demerits. If the merits and demerits are not equal, go back and get the punishment yourself."
When the old commander heard the speech, he said in a respectful voice: "thank you for your kindness."
After that, he got up and stood aside, watching the ox cart start again and go to the direction of the Western Qin Dynasty.
The old man himself did not return to the border to command the troops again, but returned to the imperial city of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.
With an oil paper umbrella under his arm, Mr. Cheng walked with the ox cart and said, "without asking for instructions, he would invade the Western Qin Dynasty and make an enemy with Tianhe. Naturally, he would be punished. However, marshal Hu is really a man who only wants to open up territory for my great Zhou. He doesn't want to be embarrassed by your majesty. He is ready to take responsibility."
"Don't rush to plead for him. I can trust Lao Hu." There was a "bang" in the cart, like a nut shell.
Mr. Cheng was a little relieved.
Of course, it's not easy to open the opening.
The so-called "will be outside the king's life is not subject to", but also to specific circumstances.
In the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, the internal punishment to the old man was inevitable. The power should be a wake-up call to the rest of his family.
But for people outside the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, the one in the ox cart obviously didn't want to pay attention.
The conflicts between the Eastern Zhou Dynasty and the Western Qin Dynasty have never been less, and the tension between them is no less than that between the ancient deities and the southern Chu Dynasty.
At present, a large part of the territory of the Western Qin Dynasty is merged into its own home. Compared with the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, it is the result of seizing the opportunity to open up territory.
Mr. Cheng asked, "that minister will go to the western expedition Army..."
In the bullock cart, the sound of "click" can't be heard, and the people in the cart keep talking: "so far."
"Yes, your majesty." Mr. Cheng understands.
He returned to the mountains at the border of Zhou and Qin.
The Eastern Zhou people who are still waiting here are a little relieved to hear the will.
The result of the old man surnamed Hu, including the old man himself, everyone has psychological preparation.
The only suspense is how your majesty will deal with the occupied territory after going through the customs.
Tianhe has a long history. These days, people often run back and forth, trying to eliminate the smoke between Zhou and Qin.
Now his Majesty's will is lowered, and the attack against the Western Qin Dynasty will come to an end.
However, there is no possibility of returning the territory that we have built with our own ability.
Next is the stage of sorting out and digesting. As far as the Eastern Zhou Dynasty is concerned, this trip has made huge profits.
After making all the arrangements, Mr. Cheng set out to chase the ox cart.
Take the bus to Yangcheng.
The result of the generals of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty was considered by the emperor of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.
However, Zhengyang city also needs to help the old Sword Fairy out of the siege.
"Win old them, must have seen cloud old now?" After catching up with the ox cart, Mr. Cheng sat on the front shaft of the cart and acted as a driver.
On the way, before reaching the boundary of the Western Qin Dynasty, the elder of Tianhe came to see the empress, but he was blocked by Mr. Cheng.
The other party has no choice but to leave. I think he will explain the situation to old Jianxian.
There was a "um" in the nose of the person in the car.
Mr. Cheng was very helpless: "Your Majesty, although I also believe that with Mr. Yun's magnanimity, we will not be provoked, but we still need to do some face work."
With a click, the people in the car threw up an almond and fell into their mouth: "in addition to yunlao and a few people, Tianhe people are more and more wordy, too lazy to listen to their nonsense."
Mr. Cheng laughed bitterly.
As long as they are people, they may have their own minds.
On the whole, Tianhe people are mostly decent.
But it's also rigid.
Over the past hundred years, Tianhe has helped to protect the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.
Old Jianxian himself is just out of love for his old friend, and people in Tianhe do not regard themselves as saviors.However, some of the people in Tianhe have more or less formed a sense of supervisor, and they often have the intention to correct some actions of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.
"Your Majesty, although many suggestions of Tianhe people are impractical, anyway, they can be regarded as another kind of voice. If you listen to them, you will know." Cheng advised.
"No." The man in the car said without thinking.
"It's too tired to be Mingjun. It's better for me to be a HunJun."
Mr. Cheng almost had the impulse of rolling his eyes: "Your Majesty, you are too modest. You are still far away from me.
Of course, it would be better if you could be more diligent. "
"Eating, drinking and playing are more suitable for me." The queen slowly opened a pine nut and tasted the taste of pine nut.
Mr. Cheng's white eyes finally turned out: "with all due respect, your majesty, you moved the Treasury three times to fill the inner Treasury, all for eating and drinking. You really have no ambition by the standards of a fatuous King..."
Before he finished, he was hit on the back of his head by a pine nut shell thrown out of the car.
Mr. Cheng sighed deeply.
"Your Majesty, you are good at everything, but sometimes you are too childish."
The middle-aged driver looked at the huge green ox in front of him with a depressed face.
Because he hated the green bull temple, he gave up riding on the ox cart when he was a child. Instead of riding on the dragon, he rode on the ox instead. This kind of child's aggressive behavior can be achieved by his own majesty.
Even after he ascended the throne and became equal to the master of qingniu temple, this habit has not changed.
As a result, I can only drive an ox cart for her as a ruler
If we have to say that there is any progress, that is, the green cattle used for driving has been upgraded from ordinary to exotic.
"It's good to be a baby." The people in the car were cracking again.
Mr. Cheng was helpless again.
When he wanted to say something, he suddenly closed his mouth, his face became calm again, and he turned to look into the distance.
"Your Majesty, it's like people from qingniu temple and southern Chu." Mr. Cheng said.
"It's not like it. It's just like it." The man in the car said carelessly: "move faster, we have to go to Zhengyang city."
"Yes, your majesty." With an oil paper umbrella under his arm, Mr. Cheng jumped out of the ox cart and drifted away in the wind and rain.
In front, a big war is breaking out between the West Qinshan and Sichuan.
Half of the sky is full of purple air, and the huge Tai Chi picture formed by the intersection of yin and yang fish seems to replace the sun in the sky.
In the other half of the sky, there is a sea of pure gold fire, golden and boundless.
There are golden dragon lights and shadows, which rise and fall.
Ziqi is an old Taoist.
During the battle of the Western Qin Dynasty, the master of qingniu Temple never showed up. Qingniu temple is now the leader of the Taoist school.
On the other side of the golden sea of fire, there is an old man whose hair and beard seem to turn into gold. He is dressed in Royal luxury clothes, with extraordinary momentum.
Yuyang king, who is two generations older than the emperor of Chu, is also a top expert in southern Chu. Most of his days, he is engaged in secret training. Only in such a big battle, can he fight for Southern Chu.
The two sides displayed their respective merits of Taiqing scriptures and brilliant genealogy, and fought against each other in the West Qin Dynasty, but they all wanted to occupy this territory.
They are the center of the battlefield, others dare not close.
On the periphery of the battlefield, there are more qingniu Guanzhen Zhuan and southern Chu masters fighting.
However, from the center to the periphery, everyone suddenly slowed down.
At the same time of guarding against the enemy on the other side, we all looked warily into the distance.
The clouds suddenly spread all over the sky and kept moving towards them.
As the clouds approach, continuous drizzle falls, washing the world.
The golden flame, the fire is low.
The vast purple Qi dissipates and retreats.
The sky and the earth are completely covered with rain.
A figure with an oil paper umbrella under his arm appeared between the old Taoist priest and Yuyang king of Southern Chu.
The pressure from both sides fell on him alone, but soon disappeared.
Mr. Cheng bent down and beat his sore joint.
"You two are old and strong. Cheng's rusty arms and legs are really unbearable."
That said, the middle-aged man looked relaxed.
In contrast, his two opponents were more dignified than before.
"Master Yu, uncle Cheng..." Both of them spoke in unison, and their faces seemed more gloomy than the rain and clouds in the sky.
Uncle Cheng said with a kind smile: "Your Majesty is going out of the pass. In order to calm down the war here, please stop and go away."
The old Taoist took a deep breath: "Your Majesty, have you come here? I wonder if I can meet you? "
Cheng Shuzhi shook his head: "please forgive me, Taoist priest. Your majesty doesn't see any guests at the moment, so he asked me to come to see you and ask you to leave Xiqin."
The old Taoist looked at Cheng Shuzhi and said, "did you also spit out the occupied land of Xiqin in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty?""It won't bother you, Taoist priest." Cheng Shuzhi said.
Yuyang king of Southern Chu sneered: "you have thick skin in Eastern Zhou Dynasty."
Uncle Cheng moved his sore neck: "I don't dare to, but if you don't retreat, you'd better have a thick skin."
As he spoke, all the southern Chu martial artists and qingniu martial artists felt that the rain from the sky had suddenly changed.
Every drop of rain, as if into a hole through the world's edge!
When a drop of rain falls, it directly penetrates their body protection strength.
The rain has not increased.
But the continuous drizzle, the whole world, as if to be broken into a sieve, full of holes is not enough to describe its desolation.
More than half of the people on the scene were as if the seedlings had been blown down by the rainstorm and gale.
The ox is a heterogeneous species. It is as big as a hill. It is blue all over, and its eyes are red. Its hooves are on fire. It walks in the air and drags its cart across the plain. It's just that the frame looks very simple compared with its owner's identity. However, Mr. Cheng and Lao Shuai saluted immediately when they saw the ox cart. "See you, my Lord." The green ox, whose hooves are burning, stops. The ox cart is shrouded in gauze, with many figures and purple light. There was a click in the car. It's like someone's knocking nuts. With this "click click" sound, someone said: "no gift." "Thank you, sir." Mr. Cheng and the old man said in unison. The former moved his aching joints, while the latter took a step forward and gave a more grand worship to the ox cart in front of him: "I'm guilty." There was a sound in the car, which seemed to be a bit vague, as if he was chewing something. "There are both merits and demerits. If the merits and demerits are not equal, go back and get the punishment yourself." When the old commander heard the speech, he said in a respectful voice: "thank you for your kindness." After that, he got up and stood aside, watching the ox cart start again and go to the direction of the Western Qin Dynasty. The old man himself did not return to the border to command the troops again, but returned to the imperial city of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. With an oil paper umbrella under his arm, Mr. Cheng walked with the ox cart and said, "without asking for instructions, he would invade the Western Qin Dynasty and make an enemy with Tianhe. Naturally, he would be punished. However, marshal Hu is really a man who only wants to open up territory for my great Zhou. He doesn't want to be embarrassed by your majesty. He is ready to take responsibility." "Don't rush to plead for him. I can trust Lao Hu." There was a "bang" in the cart, like a nut shell. Mr. Cheng was a little relieved. Of course, it's not easy to open the opening. The so-called "will be outside the king's life is not subject to", but also to specific circumstances. In the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, the internal punishment to the old man was inevitable. The power should be a wake-up call to the rest of his family. But for people outside the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, the one in the ox cart obviously didn't want to pay attention. The conflicts between the Eastern Zhou Dynasty and the Western Qin Dynasty have never been less, and the tension between them is no less than that between the ancient deities and the southern Chu Dynasty. At present, a large part of the territory of the Western Qin Dynasty is merged into its own home. Compared with the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, it is the result of seizing the opportunity to open up territory. Mr. Cheng asked, "that minister will go to the western expedition Army..." In the bullock cart, the sound of "click" can't be heard, and the people in the cart keep talking: "so far." "Yes, your majesty." Mr. Cheng understands. He returned to the mountains at the border of Zhou and Qin. The Eastern Zhou people who are still waiting here are a little relieved to hear the will. The result of the old man surnamed Hu, including the old man himself, everyone has psychological preparation. The only suspense is how your majesty will deal with the occupied territory after going through the customs. Tianhe has a long history. These days, people often run back and forth, trying to eliminate the smoke between Zhou and Qin. Now his Majesty's will is lowered, and the attack against the Western Qin Dynasty will come to an end. However, there is no possibility of returning the territory that we have built with our own ability. Next is the stage of sorting out and digesting. As far as the Eastern Zhou Dynasty is concerned, this trip has made huge profits. After making all the arrangements, Mr. Cheng set out to chase the ox cart. Take the bus to Yangcheng. The result of the generals of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty was considered by the emperor of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. However, Zhengyang city also needs to help the old Sword Fairy out of the siege. "Win old them, must have seen cloud old now?" After catching up with the ox cart, Mr. Cheng sat on the front shaft of the cart and acted as a driver. On the way, before reaching the boundary of the Western Qin Dynasty, the elder of Tianhe came to see the empress, but he was blocked by Mr. Cheng. The other party has no choice but to leave. I think he will explain the situation to old Jianxian. There was a "um" in the nose of the person in the car. Mr. Cheng was very helpless: "Your Majesty, although I also believe that with Mr. Yun's magnanimity, we will not be provoked, but we still need to do some face work." With a click, the people in the car threw up an almond and fell into their mouth: "in addition to yunlao and a few people, Tianhe people are more and more wordy, too lazy to listen to their nonsense." Mr. Cheng laughed bitterly. As long as they are people, they may have their own minds. On the whole, Tianhe people are mostly decent. But it's also rigid. Over the past hundred years, Tianhe has helped to protect the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. Old Jianxian himself is just out of love for his old friend, and people in Tianhe do not regard themselves as saviors.However, some of the people in Tianhe have more or less formed a sense of supervisor, and they often have the intention to correct some actions of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. "Your Majesty, although many suggestions of Tianhe people are impractical, anyway, they can be regarded as another kind of voice. If you listen to them, you will know." Cheng advised. "No." The man in the car said without thinking. "It's too tired to be Mingjun. It's better for me to be a HunJun." Mr. Cheng almost had the impulse of rolling his eyes: "Your Majesty, you are too modest. You are still far away from me. Of course, it would be better if you could be more diligent. " "Eating, drinking and playing are more suitable for me." The queen slowly opened a pine nut and tasted the taste of pine nut. Mr. Cheng's white eyes finally turned out: "with all due respect, your majesty, you moved the Treasury three times to fill the inner Treasury, all for eating and drinking. You really have no ambition by the standards of a fatuous King..." Before he finished, he was hit on the back of his head by a pine nut shell thrown out of the car. Mr. Cheng sighed deeply. "Your Majesty, you are good at everything, but sometimes you are too childish." The middle-aged driver looked at the huge green ox in front of him with a depressed face. Because he hated the green bull temple, he gave up riding on the ox cart when he was a child. Instead of riding on the dragon, he rode on the ox instead. This kind of child's aggressive behavior can be achieved by his own majesty. Even after he ascended the throne and became equal to the master of qingniu temple, this habit has not changed. As a result, I can only drive an ox cart for her as a ruler If we have to say that there is any progress, that is, the green cattle used for driving has been upgraded from ordinary to exotic. "It's good to be a baby." The people in the car were cracking again. Mr. Cheng was helpless again. When he wanted to say something, he suddenly closed his mouth, his face became calm again, and he turned to look into the distance. "Your Majesty, it's like people from qingniu temple and southern Chu." Mr. Cheng said. "It's not like it. It's just like it." The man in the car said carelessly: "move faster, we have to go to Zhengyang city." "Yes, your majesty." With an oil paper umbrella under his arm, Mr. Cheng jumped out of the ox cart and drifted away in the wind and rain. In front, a big war is breaking out between the West Qinshan and Sichuan. Half of the sky is full of purple air, and the huge Tai Chi picture formed by the intersection of yin and yang fish seems to replace the sun in the sky. In the other half of the sky, there is a sea of pure gold fire, golden and boundless. There are golden dragon lights and shadows, which rise and fall. Ziqi is an old Taoist. During the battle of the Western Qin Dynasty, the master of qingniu Temple never showed up. Qingniu temple is now the leader of the Taoist school. On the other side of the golden sea of fire, there is an old man whose hair and beard seem to turn into gold. He is dressed in Royal luxury clothes, with extraordinary momentum. Yuyang king, who is two generations older than the emperor of Chu, is also a top expert in southern Chu. Most of his days, he is engaged in secret training. Only in such a big battle, can he fight for Southern Chu. The two sides displayed their respective merits of Taiqing scriptures and brilliant genealogy, and fought against each other in the West Qin Dynasty, but they all wanted to occupy this territory. They are the center of the battlefield, others dare not close. On the periphery of the battlefield, there are more qingniu Guanzhen Zhuan and southern Chu masters fighting. However, from the center to the periphery, everyone suddenly slowed down. At the same time of guarding against the enemy on the other side, we all looked warily into the distance. The clouds suddenly spread all over the sky and kept moving towards them. As the clouds approach, continuous drizzle falls, washing the world. The golden flame, the fire is low. The vast purple Qi dissipates and retreats. The sky and the earth are completely covered with rain. A figure with an oil paper umbrella under his arm appeared between the old Taoist priest and Yuyang king of Southern Chu. The pressure from both sides fell on him alone, but soon disappeared. Mr. Cheng bent down and beat his sore joint. "You two are old and strong. Cheng's rusty arms and legs are really unbearable." That said, the middle-aged man looked relaxed. In contrast, his two opponents were more dignified than before. "Master Yu, uncle Cheng..." Both of them spoke in unison, and their faces seemed more gloomy than the rain and clouds in the sky. Uncle Cheng said with a kind smile: "Your Majesty is going out of the pass. In order to calm down the war here, please stop and go away." The old Taoist took a deep breath: "Your Majesty, have you come here? I wonder if I can meet you? " Cheng Shuzhi shook his head: "please forgive me, Taoist priest. Your majesty doesn't see any guests at the moment, so he asked me to come to see you and ask you to leave Xiqin." The old Taoist looked at Cheng Shuzhi and said, "did you also spit out the occupied land of Xiqin in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty?""It won't bother you, Taoist priest." Cheng Shuzhi said. Yuyang king of Southern Chu sneered: "you have thick skin in Eastern Zhou Dynasty." Uncle Cheng moved his sore neck: "I don't dare to, but if you don't retreat, you'd better have a thick skin." As he spoke, all the southern Chu martial artists and qingniu martial artists felt that the rain from the sky had suddenly changed. Every drop of rain, as if into a hole through the world's edge! When a drop of rain falls, it directly penetrates their body protection strength. The rain has not increased. But the continuous drizzle, the whole world, as if to be broken into a sieve, full of holes is not enough to describe its desolation. More than half of the people on the scene were as if the seedlings had been blown down by the rainstorm and gale.
