Chapter 118: Memory Falsified, Moer Crosses the Sea

After a while of pushing and shoving, Ding Crab, who was sitting cross-legged on the rolling sea, gradually came to his senses.

After a few breaths, he looked horrified.

"Fuck." After coming to his senses, Ding Kai couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart.

"What's going on?" ×4
Including Ding Hai's clone, everyone in the field looked at Ding Hai in confusion.

After waving his hand to take back his greedy and poisonous clone, Ding Hai looked up at Zhang Zhiwei and the other two.

After a few bitter laughs, he said to the three people dejectedly, "I always heard people say that there is great terror in Guixu, but I always felt that it was just that terrifying.

After going to Guixu this time, I finally understood why Wuyi Divine Lord and his men were in Guixu."

Looking at the dejected Ding Hai, Zhang Zhiwei and Zuo Rutong and Wu Gensheng who had just arrived were puzzled.

With Ding Hai's personality, how could it turn out like this?
"Old Ding, what happened to you?" Zhang Zhiwei had the closest relationship with Ding Hai, so he asked him directly.

"My poisonous clone in Xiaguixu is about to lose control."

"Angry poison clone? The same clone as the greedy poison clone you just had? When did you learn the unique skills of the Three Poison Sect?" Zuo Rutong was a little curious after hearing Ding Hai's answer.

"The source of my Three Poison Clone is indeed from the Three Poison Sect, but the appearance and inner aspects are different from those of the Three Poison Sect." The true origin of Ding Hai's Three Poison Clone is indeed from the Three Poison Sect.

But apart from the philosophy, his Three Poison Clans are far superior to the Three Poison Sect.

"Fellow Daoist Ding, what's the current situation of your anger poison clone? How did it lose control? I saw that your greed poison clone was normal just now."

Wu Gensheng and Feng Yao brought the topic back on track.

"Guixu is different. It is not bottomless as we see from the entrance. After going deep into it for who knows how many miles, we will be captured by a small world with a round sky and a square earth.

After being swallowed by that small world, our consciousness will be forcibly stuffed with a memory by the will of the small world, overwriting our original memory.

Those whose souls are strong enough to withstand the erosion of memory can maintain their self-identity for a short period of time.

People with weak spirits will probably forget who they are on the spot and live out their lives according to the memories inserted by the will of the small world.

I believe that my spiritual power is not bad, perhaps even a little stronger than the average yang spirit. When the will of the small world was just stuffed into my memory, I used means to seal the external memory.

But if you hadn't woken me up today, I would have fallen in no time."

Speaking of this, Ding Hai still felt a lingering fear.

He dared to ensure that the memory sealed in the mind of his poisonous clone had not been broken.

But it was not until he was awakened by Zhang Zhiwei and the other two and looked back on his previous actions from a God's perspective that he realized belatedly that his behavior was slowly becoming more and more like Wang Sheng's.

Although Wang Shenghua's speed was very slow, Ding Hai still broke out in a cold sweat.

Because this situation is very rare for someone like him who has already realized his own truth.

It's no exaggeration to say that he is a man of stone who has already made it clear what path he wants to take. How could he be easily shaken by others and gradually become a king?

"Apart from the tampering of your own will, is there anything else wrong?" Zuo Rutong was knowledgeable and once he got serious, he immediately grasped the key point.

Ding Hai is not an ordinary person. Whether his sweat pores are open or closed depends on him.

There must be more to the strangeness of Guixu than just this one thing that can scare Ding Hai into a cold sweat.

“Yes, but I’m not 100% sure at the moment. When I transformed into Wang Sheng, my strength might have decreased a lot.

Based on my own experience, I think it has something to do with the memory in my soul. As I become more and more like Wang Sheng, my strength also becomes more and more like Wang Sheng.

If I were really replaced by the memory that the small world's will put into my mind, I'm afraid my skills would be completely forgotten."

Speaking of this, Ding Hai suspected that this might be the reason why Wuyi God and others died so miserably.

After briefly explaining what he had seen and heard in Guixu, Ding Hai stretched out his hand to stop Zhang Zhiwei and the other two from talking.

He took out a pen and paper from his storage ring and copied all the martial arts secrets he had looted after becoming the governor of Yanmen County.

"I am currently at the border, and the resources I have access to are limited. These are some martial arts secrets I copied down.

The three of you come and have a look, work together to deduce how big the gap is between these techniques and the techniques in the world, and what the main differences are. "

After reaching out to take the thick martial arts secret book from Ding Hai's hand, Zhang Zhiwei, who realized that Ding Hai had something to say, asked him, "The three of us are going to deduce? Then what are you going to do?"

"I plan to learn some of the alien cultivation methods from that world on my next trip to Guixu." Although he noticed that the state of the poisonous clone was different, Ding Hai was not ready to let go now.

With great difficulty, with the help of the great master of the Earthly Immortal Realm, he managed to create a clone and enter Guixu without any danger.

Ding Hai will never give up his poisonous clone easily unless it is absolutely necessary.

Using means like the Sky-peeping Mirror to spy on the Guixu small world has indeed greatly reduced the degree of danger.

But how could it be as intuitive as Ding Hai is now?

Not to mention other things, it is impossible to create dozens or hundreds of exercises for the Guixu small world like it is now.

As for Ding Hai's decision to go to Guixu again, Zhang Zhiwei and the other two did not persuade him much.

Ding Hai is not a child, he knows what he can and cannot do.

"We will figure out the principles and theories behind these techniques in the shortest possible time, and try to figure out the underlying logic of the operation of the Guixu Small World."

Zhang Zhiwei and the other two gave similar answers at the same time.

"Then I'll leave it to you." After handing over the task of deciphering the principles and theories of the Guixu small world to Zhang Zhiwei and the other two, Ding Kai's eyelids drooped and he began to sense the poisonous clone.

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In the small world of Guixu, outside Yanmen Pass, in the tallest tent of the Xiongnu camp.

"Damn Wang Nanrong, damn slaves and pariahs, you all deserve to be skinned and stuffed with straw!"

After muttering a few insults to vent his anger, Yizhixie slumped down in his chair.

This time when he went south, he thought that he would be able to easily capture Yanmen Pass and massacre the Zhou people in Bingzhou with an army of 100,000.

But who would have thought that he, with an army of 100,000 under his command, would be completely pinned down at Yanmen Pass by a Zhou man named Wang Nanrong, and ended up in the current situation where he could neither advance nor retreat.

By now, the 100,000-strong army is almost out of food, and after the first snow falls, it is unknown how many herdsmen will die on the migration route.

By then, even if I wasn't hated by everyone, I would definitely not be in a good situation.

Inside the Yanmen Pass County Magistrate's Mansion, Ding Hai slowly closed the military report that was about to be submitted to the provincial government and nodded to Feng He, who was in charge of writing the military report.

"I trust Captain Feng to do the job, so I will write this military report according to the proposal you drafted.

I observed the stars yesterday and it is expected that a heavy snow will fall in three days. We must not be short of cold-weather supplies inside the pass."

Seeing that Ding Hai nodded in agreement to the proposal he had put forward, Feng He immediately and carefully took back the memorial that Ding Hai had casually handed back to him with both hands.

He couldn't help but be careful. Over the past month and a half, County Magistrate Wang Nanrong's prestige among the Yanmen Pass troops had been growing due to his status as the highest commander of Yanmen County and his unrivaled strength.

In addition, he was clear about rewards and punishments and kept his promises.

At this moment, if Wang Nanrong had not led the troops long enough and had not completely conquered all the soldiers in the pass, he could even abandon himself as the captain of Yanmen Pass and lead the army alone.

Ding Hai noticed Feng He's change of attitude and remembered it in his heart. Feng He was a thoughtful guy. "Captain Feng, how is the recruitment of the Northern Knights going?"

After spending more than half a month together, Feng He has become accustomed to Ding Hai's jumping thoughts.

"In reply to the governor, since the recruitment order was issued a month and a half ago, a total of 960 northern knights have responded to the call.

Among them, nearly 500 are veterans who left our Xiuli Camp.

After these days of training, as long as we don't confront the wolf soldiers under Yizhixie head-on at the beginning.

I believe that they will not lose to the knights of any tribe on the grassland."

After hearing that more than 900 northern knights had applied, Ding Hai finally smiled.

Among the more than 7,000 soldiers still left in Yanmen Pass, he has carefully selected about 1,000 northern knights.

Together with the 960 northern knights who were summoned, he would be able to gather 2,000 cavalrymen skilled in archery and horsemanship before the snow fell.

Compared with the Huns outside the Great Wall who had a force of 30,000 or 50,000 cavalry, this data is indeed not impressive.

Dante Crab believes that after the first heavy snow of the year falls.

With these two thousand northern knights in his hands, it would definitely not be a problem for him to defeat Yizhixie's ten thousand Xiongnu cavalrymen whose morale was already high.

That's right, as time goes by and as the situation on the battlefield changes.

Ding Hai was so bold that he was ready to follow Yizhixie's retreating army out of the border, and tore off a piece of flesh from Yizhixie's body, causing him heartbreak.

Times have changed. More than half a month ago, the newly arrived Yizhixie had 100,000 brave and capable fighters under his command, and he had three thousand Xiongnu cavalrymen under his command.

Ding Hai has no other way to win except to overturn the table.

But now, the three thousand cavalry under Yizhixie suffered heavy losses, and tens of thousands of slaves and herdsmen died at Yanmen Pass.

The situation between the top and the bottom has already been reversed.

At this moment, both the enemy and our side inside and outside Yanmen Pass were waiting for the first heavy snow of the year to fall.

Yizhixie hoped to take advantage of the extreme snowy weather to evacuate safely from Yanmen Pass.

Ding Hai went a step further. He wanted to take advantage of the Huns' withdrawal to try to steal a small advantage and make it impossible for Yizhixie to recover within three to five years.

Although he had the idea of ​​stealing the chicken in his heart, Ding Hai did not act too impatiently in his daily life.

A few days later, Ding Hai's eyes were filled with excitement as he watched the heavy snow falling from the sky.

It snowed well this time, with goose-feather-sized snowflakes everywhere I looked, which was really great in blocking my vision.

Thanks to this snow, his planned pursuit and attack was mostly accomplished.

Just as Ding Hai was lamenting that the heavy snow came at the right time, Yizhixie outside Yanmen Pass also showed a look of relief.

"Zhe Lanping, pass the order down and have all the troops get ready. Once there are signs that the snow is getting lighter, they should set off immediately.

Let's leave some of the baggage that is difficult to transport behind, and we will come back next year to take it back from the Zhou people one by one."

At Yizhixie's command, the entire Xiongnu camp began to move. The majesty that the Shuangdi clan had established on the grassland for hundreds of years was no joke.

Although the local tribes were already dissatisfied with Yizhixie, as long as Touman Chanyu did not hold Yizhixie accountable, these tribes who made a living on the grassland would not dare to rashly attack Yizhixie.

As soon as the Hun camp moved, Ding Hai received the news. Even though the Huns had suffered many casualties in recent days, there were still 50,000 to 60,000 people in the camp.

The migration of fifty or sixty thousand people could not be completely concealed even by heavy snow.

On the second day after the heavy snow fell, the Huns set out on their return journey at the request of Yizhixie.

One day after the Huns left, on the third day of heavy snow, a team wrapped themselves tightly and quietly left Yanmen Pass.

The leader of this team is Ding Hai.

Riding on a not-so-tall prairie horse, Ding Hai led the team behind him through the devastated Hun camp.

Following the traces left by the Huns during their migration, they quietly followed them.

During the migration, Yizhixie still deployed some scouts behind the camp.

This is to prevent possible sneak attacks from behind.

After migrating for several days, despite the heavy snow, the Huns under Yizhixie still reached a place not far from the Yinshan Pass.

Looking at the Yinshan Pass just around the corner, all the surviving Huns couldn't help but smile.

In the past few days, too many of our fellow tribesmen have fallen in the snow, and the camp that was always bustling and bustling has almost turned into a cemetery.

Looking at the Huns setting up camp and preparing to make a fire to cook, Ding Hai also smiled.

He followed the Huns for many days and finally waited for the day when they relaxed.

It was bitterly cold outside the Great Wall. If the Huns had remained vigilant before passing through the Yinshan Pass, Ding Hai's trip would have been in vain.

His carefully selected soldiers were indeed not afraid of the bitter cold with sufficient material support.

But the war horses under their crotch and the pack horses that provided them with supplies could not hold out for long.

In the past few days, not only did the Huns suffer non-combat casualties, but Ding Hai's side also lost a lot of war horses and pack horses.

"Pass on my military order. All personnel should gather together to rest. Feed the horses one ounce of rice wine, and the soldiers can drink two ounces.

Half an hour later, while the Huns were cooking, all the soldiers followed me and launched a charge.

I don't want any survivors or spoils in this battle. After defeating the Huns, we will return to Yanmen Pass.

After you return safely, you can spend the winter in peace. This year, I guarantee that you and your families will have a prosperous new year."

After receiving Ding Hai's orders and promises, all the soldiers who followed him out of the border immediately became excited.

However, because of Ding Hai's proper preparation, their soldiers have not suffered any non-combat casualties.

But if possible, they would not want to stay in the frontier for even a single day, having to walk through the snow every day, one step deep and one step shallow. Only those who have experienced it know how it feels.

An hour later, a team quietly arrived five miles away from the Hun camp.

The spies and secret sentries along the way were completely useless as Ding Hai was targeting them.

Standing quietly under the gradually shrinking snowflakes, a team covered in snow looked at the vague Hun camp not far away with full of desire and greed.

As long as they can dig through this camp, they can return to their hometown and enjoy a warm life with their wives and children!
Driven by desire and alcohol, the courage and recklessness of the soldiers following Ding Hai were stimulated to the limit.

Faced with national hatred and family feuds, they followed Ding Hai and raised their specially made long-handled swords.

"Wind, strong wind."

With a roar, in the wind and snow, a team of about two thousand warriors shocked the entire Hun camp.

Even Yizhixie never expected that the Zhou people would dare to hide behind him and take advantage of his lax defense to launch a sneak attack on him.

Thanks to the Huns' kindness, the road near the Huns' camp was in a mess due to the Huns' trampling.

But instead of becoming muddy and sticky, it smoothed out the snow for Ding Hai and his friends.

So, in order to thank these Huns for their thoughtful behavior.

The more than 2,000 soldiers who followed Ding Hai all happily took out their long-handled swords and slashed at the Huns along the way.

Five miles is neither long nor short, and two thousand soldiers are neither too many nor too few. However, this slight change caused the Huns, who were just about to set up camp, to instantly panic.

The Zhou people are coming!!!

Amidst the wind and snow, a group of cavalry rushed into the Hun camp which had not yet been fully formed. Wherever they looked, countless bright red flowers of blood were blooming.

At this moment, the two thousand riders turned into an indestructible blade.

The hatred passed down from generation to generation has made the iron cavalry composed of border troops have no idea what mercy is.

Swinging the sword and beheading, a blood-red road appeared behind the cavalry.

The Huns whose camp was blown up had completely lost their original order at this moment, and avoiding the cavalry chasing from behind had become their only obsession.

Anyone or anything that stands in their way is their mortal enemy.

Any person or animal that hindered their escape would be hacked to death by them and go to heaven.

Yizhixie hastily summoned his wolf soldiers and became furious when he saw the chaos in the Hun camp.

"You are all useless. As the King of Youguli of the Shuangdi clan, I order you all to stay where you are and be quiet. Anyone who dares to move will be chopped into pulp and fed to the beasts."

As a powerful bloodline warrior, Yizhixie's strength was also the best in the entire Xiongnu camp.

Although his roar could not spread throughout the entire Hun camp, it could easily cover the core area centered on him.

But his prestige had been almost lost at Yanmen Pass. Even though he still had the blood aura of the Shuangdi clan, it was not enough to suppress the boiling Xiongnu camp.

Amid Yizhixie's roar, there was only a moment of silence before the core area centered on Yizhixie became chaotic again.

A chaotic situation, scattered crowds, and compact tents.

These many obstacles made it impossible for the more than 2,000 wolf soldiers behind Yizhixie, who had already reorganized themselves, to take a single step.

The wolf soldiers, who were as swift as the wind on the grassland, were helpless in the face of this situation. Without enough space to charge and accelerate, they were no different from toothless tigers.

At this time, the cavalry, led by Ding Hai, had already reached the central area of ​​the Xiongnu camp.

Without having to use their eyesight deliberately, Ding Hai and Yi Zhixie could see each other clearly.

Looking at Yizhixie who wanted to eat him alive, Ding Hai smiled brightly at Yizhixie with his blood-stained face.

"The Xiongnu's Youguli King is not far from you. Whoever can take his head will receive a reward of 100 taels and be promoted three ranks."

It is no exaggeration to say that money can move people's hearts. In the face of such a large amount of wealth, the cavalry, which had been in decline, was suddenly full of motivation again, and an unmatched charge immediately took shape.

Although he knew that the cavalry's strength would be greatly reduced if they lost their speed, the pride in Yizhixie's heart would not allow him and the wolf soldiers behind him to just sit there and wait to die.

These Zhou cavalry charged all the way from the rear camp to the front camp. Even though their momentum was still high, their physical strength had inevitably declined. If they didn't raise their swords and fight, who knew who would win.

This world is not just a world of cold weapons. Personal force is also an important factor affecting a war. If the Zhou leader is killed, the Zhou people who have penetrated deep into the camp will be leaderless. Do they have any other choice but to be surrounded and killed?
"I command you with the blood of the Shuangdi clan to fight the enemy with all your might." As he shouted, a fierce and domineering aura rose from Yizhixie, and a strong smell of blood filled the air around Yizhixie.

A blood-covered dragon appeared vaguely behind Yizhixie. The wolf soldiers, enveloped by the blood dragon's aura, all showed bloodthirsty looks.

Looking at Yizhixie, whose momentum had reached the peak in front of him, Ding Hai did not hide the bright smile on his face. This Xiongnu King Youguli was indeed not a simple man, but so what?
Ding Hai felt an aura from him that was comparable to that of a Yin Shen Zhenren cultivator.

But in Ding Hai's eyes, Yin Shen Zhenren is not a threat.

Strands of electric light gathered towards the long knife in Ding Kai's hand, and a cold light began to flicker on the edge of the long knife.

"Wind, strong wind."

boom.

After the order to launch a general attack was given, a dazzling thunder sword suddenly appeared on the battlefield. With its unparalleled speed and indestructible electric light, this thunder spear instantly cut through the void and appeared in front of Yizhixie.

At this moment, the sky and the earth changed color, the wind and clouds changed, and everything blocking the thunder sword gave way.

An indescribable divine power made all the wolf soldiers who had just raised their swords to fight the enemy lie down. Even if they still had the will to resist, the horses under them had no room to resist.

Yizhixie, who had been full of confidence just now, looked at the thunder sword that suddenly appeared in front of him, and suddenly felt deep regret.

Why did he just hold on here for the so-called glory and self-esteem? Wasn't the glory brought by the blood of the Shuangdi clan enough for him to enjoy? Or did he really think his life was too long?

With a feeling of regret, Yizhixie rationally adopted a defensive posture. The blood dragon that was originally surrounding him and affecting all the wolf soldiers suddenly curled up its body and protected Yizhixie's body firmly under it.

But all this was in vain. The thunder sword composed of five-colored thunder as the core was simply not something that a blood dragon phantom could resist.

The blue and white blade of the Thunder Spear easily pierced through the Blood Dragon's defense.

In an instant, Yizhixie, who was sitting on a strange beast, was knocked to pieces.

Boom boom boom.

In a blue and white thunderstorm, Yizhixie's body that could tear a dragon apart alive was torn into pieces in an instant.

Under the high temperature erosion inside the thunderstorm, the Xiongnu King Youguli didn't even have a complete body left.

Boundless fear instantly spread throughout the entire Hun camp. The wolf soldiers, who had just mustered the will to fight, not only lost their fighting spirit, but also couldn't help but panic.

Dead! Their master, Yizhixie, the King of Youguli of the Shuangdi clan and one of the five most honorable people of the Xiongnu, was killed by the Zhou people in front of them.

A wolf soldier without fighting spirit is not even as good as a pig. At least a pig will still struggle when facing the butcher's knife, but a wolf soldier without fighting spirit has given up even struggling.

With the number of people being equal, it only took a quarter of an hour for the wolf soldiers that once terrified the surrounding troops to become a thing of the past.

After killing the most threatening wolf soldiers, Ding Hai did not expand his victory. The winter environment had little effect on him, but it was still a threat to his cavalry.

The most lucrative results of the battle have been achieved, and the next step is to conserve strength and recuperate.

Carrying dozens of totem flags, Ding Hai led his cavalrymen on the return journey.

…………

Bingzhou, the governor's office.

Enjoying the warmth brought by the ground dragon and looking at the military report in his hand, Wang Yun, the governor of Bingzhou, was full of disbelief.

This, how is this possible?

"Qingzhu, is this military report true?"

With a trembling voice, Wang Yun, who usually remained calm even when faced with a catastrophe, rarely lost his composure.

Fu Qingzhu was not unfamiliar with this scene, because he had experienced the same thing when he first received this military report.

"Zhou Bo, Wang Nanrong is the leader of the Qingliu. If he didn't have such a record, he wouldn't joke about his reputation."

After hearing the reply given by Fu Qingzhu and thinking about the character and reputation displayed by Ping Dingxie's predecessor in the past, Wang Yun believed the battle record reported in the military newspaper.

"What a great victory! Since Emperor Wuzong's restoration, our Great Zhou has basically lost more than it has won against the Xiongnu.

I didn't expect that Wang Nanrong, a man of noble character, could achieve such a great victory without making any noise. With just this one battle, he would probably go down in history.

That patriotic mage would never have thought that after being exiled to the frontier, Wang Nanrong not only did not remain silent, but instead found a way to success. "

As civil officials, Wang Yun, governor of Bingzhou, and Fu Qingzhu were both happy to see the evil monk Pudu Cihang suffer a defeat.

Not to mention, they can also share some of the credit for this great victory and make further progress in their careers.

To exaggerate a little, it would not be an exaggeration to say that this is a double happiness.

“Yes, I didn’t expect that Junior Brother Nan Rong’s heart would be so grand and magnificent.

Not only did he kill 80,000 Huns in one fell swoop at Yanmen Pass and Yinshan Pass, he even captured and killed the Huns' Youguli King Yizhixie.

This time, with such a record, even if that evil monk makes trouble, Brother Nan Rong will rise to the top. In a dozen years, the cabinet of the Great Zhou Dynasty will probably have a Wang Ge Lao!"

Fu Qingzhu couldn't help but feel a little sour when he said this.

The capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the residence of the guardian magician.

Pudu Cihang, a famous Buddhist monk of this dynasty, was holding an urgent letter from the border and thinking silently: "I never thought that even at the end of the Zhou Dynasty, there was still a trace of luck to protect the country.

This Wang Nanrong is probably the person that the remaining luck of the Great Zhou Dynasty has brought forward to save the world. If everything in this letter is true, this Wang Nanrong should be the last resort of the Great Zhou Dynasty. "

"At the end of every dynasty, there will always be someone who can turn the tide, but the world has suffered for a long time.

Wang Nanrong can't make any big waves under the overwhelming trend." The man who answered the question had a fat head and big ears, and a plump body. With his sleek bald head, he looked like a Maitreya Buddha.

This person was none other than the abbot of the White Horse Temple outside Kyoto - Master Guangliang.

Facing the great monk Guangliang, the representative of Buddhism in Kyoto, Pudu Cihang acted very casually, without the compassionate attitude he usually displayed.

They are from the same school. Although there is a difference in seniority between them, there is no need to be overly wary of them.

"Brother Guangliang, since you already know Wang Nanrong's special identity, can you ask the elders in the sect to help send Wang Nanrong to the Western Paradise?"

As a thousand-year-old centipede demon, even though Pu Du Ci Hang came from a Buddhist sect, when it encountered problems, it still subconsciously wanted to solve the problems at the physical level.

Master Guangliang was very disdainful of Pudu Cihang's impatience. After all, dog meat was not presentable and a monster was still a monster, there was nothing decent about it.

If it weren't for the special bloodline containing a trace of true dragon blood that made him immune to the suppression of the dynasty's dragon energy, he would be just a demon. How could he be qualified to become a leading figure in the Buddhist world of the Great Zhou.

“Brother, you are wrong. It is precisely because we know Wang Nanrong’s identity that we cannot take action against him.

Unfortunately, Wang Nanrong is just a powerless leader of the Qingliu clan. If he jumps too hard, he can be killed.

But now, he has become the last counterattack of the remaining luck of the Great Zhou. Not only can we not kill him, but we must be careful not to let him die too early.

If my Buddhist sect wants to swallow up the good fortune of the Great Zhou and turn this world into a Buddhist kingdom on earth, it will take more than ten years.

During this period of time, is it easier to deal with Ding Hai, who has already stood out in the open, or the countless remnants of the Great Zhou luck hidden in the world? "

After hearing what Master Guangliang said, Pudu Cihang knew that he had just done something stupid.

Yes, as long as the fortune of the Great Zhou is not completely devoured by Buddhism, it will instinctively search for and create the next Wang Nanrong.

Instead of killing Wang Nanrong, we should go to great lengths to search for the next 'Wang Nanrong'.

It would be better to save Wang Nanrong's life. Wang Nanrong, who is already standing in the open, is much easier to deal with than those bugs hiding in the dark.

Although he nodded in agreement with Master Guangliang's proposal, Pudu Cihang still felt some alienation towards the Buddhism that had created him.

If the Buddhist sect is willing to fully support him, then it wouldn't matter if he killed Wang Nanrong.

With all the power of Buddhism, it would be easy to find the next remaining luck, but they are just unwilling to make an effort to vent their anger.

Although he was mad in his heart, Pu Du Ci Hang still had a smile on his face: "Brother Guang Liang, what do you think we should do with Wang Nanrong?"

Facing Pudu Cihang's question, Master Guangliang, who had already made up his mind, answered easily: "Press Wang Nanrong to the border.

Isn't he capable of leading troops to fight? Then let him continue to lead troops to resist the Huns at Yanmen Pass?
The Huns were able to achieve success thanks to some luck.

If Wang Nanrong were to fight against the Huns, the little bit of Great Zhou luck in his body would be completely dissipated in no time.

By then, our plans might be able to be greatly advanced.”

After deciding on the arrangement for Ding Hai, Master Guangliang left the Imperial Master's Mansion. After sitting for a while, Master Pudu Cihang also set off for the palace to give the dog emperor a love potion.

Stepping out of the Imperial Master's Mansion and looking at the looming dragon aura of the dynasty above the Great Zhou Imperial Palace, Pu Du Ci Hang's eyes were filled with greed.

If the trace of true dragon blood in his body is nourished by dragon energy, there is hope of returning to his ancestral form.

By then, he will no longer be the thousand-year-old centipede demon under the Buddha's seat, but a real dragon that can stand shoulder to shoulder with immortals and Buddhas.

Pu Du Ci Hang suppressed the greed in his heart, knowing that the time had not yet come, put on his usual compassionate face, sat in the carriage and slowly went towards the Great Zhou Palace.

Under the influence of Pu Du Ci Hang, at the strong request of the officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and under the flattery of a group of upright people who idolized Ding Hai's predecessor.

Seven days later, the court of the Great Zhou Dynasty rewarded Ding Hai for his contribution in defeating 100,000 Huns and capturing and killing the Huns' Youguli King Yizhixie.

In the spring of the following year, just as the snow on the land of Bingzhou had melted, a team of imperial guards entered Yanmen Pass and announced the court's reward in the simple government office inside Yanmen Pass.

The Emperor's decree says: "Your Majesty the Emperor has saved the world and brought peace to the people. He has established a great plan for eternity and has inherited the orthodoxy of hundreds of kings."

When the Great Zhou emerged, the fires were extinguished and the whole land was filled with light; when the thunder roared, all other noises disappeared and the great news spread.

Today, Wang Nanrong, the prefect of Yanmen County, has been defending the country against foreign enemies and boosting the prestige of our Great Zhou. He has been awarded a piece of Fighting Bull and Kirin clothing, three thousand pieces of silver, one hundred pieces of silk, and one thousand pieces of silk and linen by the emperor.

He was retained as the governor of Yanmen County, promoted to General Anbei, granted the title of Male of Lingwu County, and given a silver fish bag.

The remaining departments were all rewarded according to their merits.

Upon hearing that he had become a baron of the Great Zhou, Ding Hai did not feel the slightest bit happy.

Not to mention the end of the dynasty, the title of lord was worthless. Even when the Great Zhou was at its peak, Ding Hai was not interested in a mere baronship.

However, Ding Hai was quite satisfied with the position of General Pingbei. According to the Zhou system, the military was led by the general, the general of cavalry, the general of chariots and cavalry, and the general of guards, among which the general was the cabinet minister.

The three generals, General of Cavalry, General of Chariots and General of Guards, can be compared to the ministers of various departments.

Under them, the Four Expeditionary Generals were the actual commanders of the four armies when they went on an expedition.

However, the Four Expeditionary Generals were not appointed permanently. Only when the local armies were no longer able to suppress the local forces would the imperial court send important officials to serve as the Four Expeditionary Generals to quell the rebellion and stabilize the border.

When his position is high, it is no lower than that of a Shangshu, and when his position is low, it is only comparable to that of a Vice Minister.

Below the Four Expeditionary Generals were the Four Peaceful Generals. Most of them were the supreme commanders of the four armies of the Great Zhou in peacetime. Their positions were equivalent to the governors of the nine states of the Great Zhou, and most of them were veteran generals in the army.

General Si'an is slightly inferior to General Siping, and most of them are military commanders of a certain front army of the Great Zhou.

They have the power to establish offices and build governments, and can recruit their own officials and staff.

After being promoted to General Anbei, Ding Hai's sphere of influence spread from Yanmen County to the entire Bingzhou.

Within his authority, he will command all the government troops and border troops in Bingzhou.

The secret deal he made with Fu Qingzhu when he first arrived in order to gather soldiers to go out of the border will never happen again.

Relying on the great victory in winter and his own prestige, even Wang Yun, the governor of Bingzhou in the Upper Nine Provinces, could not suppress him in the slightest in the land of Bingzhou.

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Several years later, outside Yanmen Pass, in the newly built Anbei Army camp, thousands of frontier soldiers were sweating profusely with their bare chests in the parade ground.

These soldiers who have lived on the edge of a knife and licked blood know the most basic truth that more sweat in peacetime means less blood in war.

Besides, there is no other place in the world where Kung Fu can be taught for free except the Anbei Army Camp inside Yanmen Pass. Not everyone can have the opportunity to change their allegiance.

Inside and outside Yanmen Pass, there were countless eyes staring at them, hoping that they would make mistakes and be expelled from the Anbei Army so that there would be positions available for them to fight for.

Inside Yanmen Pass, at the bluestone gate of the government office, two men dressed as civil servants looked at the thousands of soldiers with shock on their faces.

"Zhou Bo, only three years have passed, how come Yanmen Pass seems to have undergone earth-shaking changes?
If I am not mistaken, all the soldiers in this large parade ground have excellent martial arts skills!" The strength displayed by the thousands of Anbei soldiers surprised Fu Qingzhu, who had just come here from Kyoto.

Wang Yun seemed very calm about Fu Qingzhu's surprise. In the past three years, many people had been shocked by this scene.

Even including himself, isn’t it normal to have another Fu Qingzhu: “Qingzhu, these soldiers are the ones that Wang Nanrong despises and refuses to take out of the border.

If you saw the Anbei Cavalry and the Xiuli Camp under Wang Nanrong's command, you would be so shocked that you would drop your jaw.

Yanmen County has changed a lot in the past three years. The Xiuliying Camp, which was once just an ordinary border army, only accepted warriors at the Foundation Establishment stage.

The one thousand elite Anbei cavalrymen, who were picked from thousands of miles away, all have the cultivation level of martial artists.

Relying on the enslavement and plunder of the Xiongnu tribes over the past three years, Wang Nanrong managed to raise an invincible iron army! "

Speaking of this, Wang Yun, the governor of Bingzhou, was filled with sighs and admiration.

An army of over ten thousand warriors, three years ago, would have been impossible to gather even if the entire Great Zhou was emptied.

As a result, Wang Nanrong took advantage of the border and was able to support such an army composed entirely of warriors by himself. It was simply incredible.

Fu Qingzhu, who originally had a very simple mind for this trip, looked at these strong and vigorous soldiers in front of him and couldn't help but have some thoughts in his heart.

“I heard that the techniques these soldiers practiced were all deduced by Wang Nanrong himself. As long as they have sufficient blood and food, they can quickly get started.

If you practice diligently, it will be very easy to enter the foundation-building stage, and even become a martial artist who dominates the land. Lord Zhou, I wonder if this rumor is true or not?"

Wang Yun answered Fu Qingzhu's question very straightforwardly: "Qingzhu, this is not a rumor but a fact, a fact known to the entire Anbei Army. However, there are some tricks that outsiders don't know.

Wang Nanrong taught the Anbei Army martial arts seven times in the past three years. The first time was the winter three years ago when he destroyed Yizhixie.

That winter, in order to prevent his soldiers from doing nothing and gambling and causing trouble all day long.

Ding Hai not only gave away all the martial arts secrets that he had promised to give away.

He also taught a lot of alternative Kung Fu to those soldiers whose military exploits were not enough to exchange for martial arts secret manuals..."

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In the tent of the commander of the Anbei Army, Ding Hai looked at his soldiers and said, "I have taught you a lot of kung fu in the past three years.

But only Feng He and Yang Ye have reached the peak of the acquired realm and are halfway to the innate realm. You guys have been too lazy these days.

If the Xiongnu had not been busy fighting for the position of Chanyu in the past three years, they would not have had the energy to fight with us. If I had relied on you, I would have been captured by those Xiongnu barbarians and killed as a sacrifice to the gods."

Looking at the serious figure sitting at the head of the big tent, dozens of officers in armor in the tent were all silent.

If their soldiers saw them like this, they would probably be shocked. These officers are not ordinary soldiers.

Over the past three years, it was these officers who went out of the border one after another and defeated the attacks from the Huns, recovering the homeland on the border between the Great Zhou and the Yinshan Pass.

Many of them are used to stop children from crying in the tribes on the grassland!

But in front of the man at the head of the big tent, they were no different from children who were frightened by their reputation and dared not cry.

If these men were not mentally strong enough, some of them would probably hold their heads in their hands and pretend to be cowardly.

"General, you are very brave. The Xiantian realm is nothing to you, but for us, it still requires careful study.

I hope the general will extend the deadline. We will surely break through the pass within this year. If we take the Yinshan Pass for the general, we will not allow the Hu horse to cross the Yinshan Mountains."

The only general in the army who dared to persuade Ding Hai when he was angry was Feng He, who had worked with him in Yanmen Pass in the past.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that the thing that made Ding Hai unhappy today was not serious.

The reason why Ding Hai was angry today was that he hoped that the officers in the tent would practice hard.

So that he can see whether the skills derived by Zhang Zhiwei and the other two can adapt to the laws of heaven and earth in the Guixu small world.

Not long after his second descent to Guixu, Ding Hai discovered another difference between the Guixu small world and the real world.

Time flow rate.

The flow of time in these two worlds is so complicated that it is confusing.

Sometimes, the speed of time flowing in the two worlds is almost one to one.

Sometimes, ten to one or even twenty to one is not uncommon.

Mo Kan saw that three years had passed in a flash in the Guixu small world.

But in the real world, Ding Hai and his friends only experienced less than five months.

During these five months, I relied on the constant supply of materials provided by Ding Hai.

Zhang Zhiwei and the other two have reached a very deep level of understanding of the Guixu small world.

The martial arts popular in the Central Plains and the blood totem warrior ways popular outside the Great Wall have basically been analyzed by the three of them.

They have already figured out the differences between the two worlds by analogy.

The three of them tried their best and finally figured out how to adapt to the laws of the Guixu small world without damaging their own foundation.

At this moment, even if they went down to Guixu in person, they would not feel any discomfort.

Unfortunately, over the past few months, not only did Zhang Zhiwei, who stayed behind, not receive any news from the teachers and commanders who had gone to Xiaguixu before.

Even Ding Hai, who was in the Guixu world, was unable to find their whereabouts.

(End of this chapter)