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Chapter 482 Three Major Events in the World (asking for monthly tickets)

Li Guanyi and Murong Longtu both realized something in the moment of silence.

The veins on the King of Qin's forehead were throbbing.

He raised his hand to cover his forehead and sighed, "Senior Tai Gu Chi Long, hasn't he always been arrogant and looked down on ordinary people? He also disdained strategies and tactics, and only believed that strength could solve everything?"

"Why do you use such a trick?"

Sword Maniac Murong Longtu smiled and said, "Anyway, everything has been accomplished, which is a good thing. Guanyi, just wait here for a while."

"Grandfather will be back soon."

When Li Guan saw Murong Longtu holding the wooden sword Longtu, he walked out calmly.

A moment later, the sounds of swords and the roar of the ancient red dragon rose in the wilderness outside the city of Xiyi. From afar, the sword energy was like a waterfall, responding to the stars in the sky, moving back and forth. The roar of the ancient red dragon was refreshing and hearty.

"Hahahaha, cheating?"

"How could I have lied to you? Aren't there more than 50,000 people? It's just that they are not Iron Pagodas."

"I'll let you cultivate the life-extending Gu first, and let Li the kid lure out the Khan's reinforcements. Is there a more interesting option than this?"

"If I had taken action at that time, I would have only fought against the Great Khan's 3,000 Iron Pagodas, which would have been just a stretch. With that small force, Li could have walked out on his own. What's the point of that!?"

"No fun, no fun!"

"It's better to do it now."

"Hahahaha, I'll fight the army first, then I'll fight you."

"This is the most auspicious wisdom of this old man throughout the ages, hahahaha!"

Jian Kuang sneered and said, "Guan Yi, wait."

"Do you want dragon scales?"

"Grandfather will take off two more scales for you!"

"Red Dragon, stop!"

The sword energy surged like a torrent. The ancient red dragon laughed loudly and fought with the sword maniac Murong Longtu with great pleasure and excitement. His sword moves were surging and domineering. He was no longer bound by the previous situation and just wielded them freely.

The witchcraft lineage, the life-extending Gu.

It really works wonders.

During the time in Xiyi City alone, the sword maniac Murong Longtu successfully crossed over the day three years ago. During the period of time when the sword maniac was supposed to die, he fought with the most auspicious ancient red dragon, deep into the Western Regions for 800 miles.

The sky and earth changed color during the fight, and the sound of sword energy and dragon roars shook for thousands of miles.

The people are all seen in heaven.

The historian Zhao said: In the fifteenth year of the Tianqi reign, the second year of the King of Qin, outside the city of Anxi, dragons fought in the wild, and their blood was dark yellow.

Although Li Guanyi didn't know how useful the life-extending magic of the witchcraft lineage was to the martial arts legend, he felt much more at ease when he saw that the old man could still swing the sword so freely and freely.

Li Zhaowen smiled and said, "Guan Yi, you really have a good feeling towards Mr. Sword Maniac."

Li Guan nodded and said, "Yes."

"Although the time I spent with my great-grandfather was not long, he supported me all the way. The relationship between relatives should not be measured only by the length of time."

Li Zhaowen raised his eyebrows and said "oh".

He then asked, "When will my third brother Li Yuanchang be taken away and sent to Yan Daiqing in the Western Regions?"

Li Guanyi said, "Send it along, but I'm afraid we won't be able to keep this matter secret from Jiang Wanxiang."

Li Zhaowen held a chess piece between his fingers and tapped the tabletop casually, saying, "Is that His Majesty Emperor Ying? I'm afraid such strategic changes cannot be hidden from his eyes. However, the most powerless thing in this world is aging."

"The Emperor of Ying State is already powerless."

"But this matter between you and me will surely shock the whole world."

Li Zhaowen smiled slightly: "This incident is enough to break the balance and change the situation in the world. I just don't know how this incident will be recorded in the history of future generations, and how it will record the relationship between you and me?"

"Thousands of years later, there are still people reading the text and imagining what you and I have experienced."

"So it feels like we will grow old one day, but that's okay. In history, heroes are always full of vigor and vitality. You and I will also be forever young, and always be like this. Isn't that good too?"

Li Guanyi looked at the territory map and his eyes drooped slightly.

"The world?"

The world has been stable for a year, but changes are looming.

Only this time, the King of Qin was no longer a fallen leaf struggling in the storm of troubled times.

He became the original source of this storm that swept the world.

While Xiyi City was repairing and forming a Western Region merchant team to transport a large amount of Iron Pagoda armor to the south of the Yangtze River, the Great Khan finally led his people to break through and returned to his own tent.

He also saw the complete military report.

The seventh king, Ashina.

At the most critical moment, not only did he not send out troops, but he also sent out cavalry to block the reinforcements of other Khans at the key node, and a conflict broke out. The seventh prince Ashina personally charged into the battle and killed several generals.

Although he cannot be compared with the top generals of the time.

But he is also a first-class warrior.

This not only failed to complete the encirclement that the Turkic Khan had expected, but also led to the failure of the overall strategy. However, the Khan still couldn't believe the battle report and murmured, "Ashina, Ashina..."

"It was you who did such a thing."

The weakest son, his Ashina, actually did the most rebellious thing - he still remembered that the child's mother was the daughter of a noble family in the Central Plains, and that was a period when the conflict between the grassland and the Central Plains was not so intense.

He married the woman, and later when they had a child, the king of the grassland looked at the fair-skinned child and knew the unwillingness in Ashina's eyes.

Thirty years ago, the Great Khan also got drunk and talked to Muzhakha about this.

"This child is too weak, just like his mother."

"But he doesn't look like a hero on our grassland."

Ashina, his little Ashina, he hated his father, but even the hatred for his mother's death from illness could not make him draw his knife. He just stared at himself with red eyes like a little girl.

A child with no future.

However, the Great Khan did not expect that at this time, the young man who did not even dare to draw his sword against him would actually give him the most ruthless blow at the most critical moment.

The character of the people in the Central Plains is either to endure or to be completely intolerant.

There doesn't seem to be any room for buffer in the middle.

This time the rebellion of seven kings.

Not only did it lead to the failure of the encirclement, it also caused the death of Muzhakha, and finally he lost 3,000 Iron Pagodas, and a total of more than 5,000 other soldiers and horses, with countless casualties.

The loss of these troops is still tolerable for the vast grassland.

However, the death of the seventh general Muzahe made the Khan heartbroken, to the point of waking up in the middle of the night with shock.

It's like having an arm cut off.

When he was young and had not yet accomplished anything, he had the title of a royal family, but it was just a title, and he had only a dozen cattle and sheep. At that time, the world was in chaos and instability, and the grasslands were full of roaming horse bandits.

The Great Khan was not very good at fighting at that time, so he was beaten up and escaped with his life, but even his few horses, cattle and sheep were taken away.

It was Muzahe who held the bow and arrow and was given a war horse. The two of them chased the bandits on the grassland on a rainy day for three days and three nights. They not only took back their livestock, but also looted the bandits' belongings.

"Look, we are real men. As long as we have a road under our feet and a knife in our hands, then anywhere in the world can be our pasture. What is there for you to be sad about that would make a man shed tears?"

The young Muzahe patted the Khan on the shoulder and said with a smile:
"You are weak, I will protect you."

"From today on, we are brothers."

The Great Khan returned to his tent, thinking about his youth. Holding the shepherd's flute he played when he was a teenager at his waist, his heart ached. The loss of one Iron Pagoda was more painful to him than losing ten brave men.

If he could have Muzahe come back alive, he was willing to exchange him for 30,000 iron pagodas, but the dead cannot be resurrected, and Muzahe, who had stood by him since his youth and supported him no matter what, truly died on the battlefield.

When cracks appeared in the army formation due to the impact of the ancient red dragon.

He was pierced through the center of his eyebrows by a white-haired old swordsman from the Central Plains with just one blow, and was nailed to the ground. A famous general who was at the ninth level of the Grand Master realm and had experienced hundreds of battles was killed by an old swordsman using the methods of a gangster.

Could the swordsman in the Central Plains be so powerful?
Are the so-called martial arts legends really so powerful?
He suddenly thought of Jiang Su.

The man who was called the God of War in these three hundred years is still alive.

The Great Khan was silent for a long time. He looked at his three broken fingers, especially the broken fingers on his right hand. This would reduce his combat effectiveness while holding a weapon to a certain extent.

But at his level, he can also exert great power by holding the weapon in his left hand.

Whether you can continue to fight depends on the choice of your heart.

It is undeniable that when facing the ancient red dragon, the sword maniac, the King of Qin and the army, the Khan, who had no elite warriors on hand, felt a sense of approaching death. This fear almost made him want to escape.

The Great Khan held the shepherd's flute in his hand and placed it on the table.

Then he slowly clenched his palms, and the aura on his body calmed down again after the drastic change.

The Khan's will became firm again. He looked at his severed finger and smiled carefreely: "Good martial arts, good tactics. This time you have fallen flat on your face, Muzahe."

"I only have this much time left to live. Rather than accepting my failure and living for a few more years, only to die in this golden king's tent when my lifespan is about to end and my blood and qi are exhausted, I might as well give it one last try."

"Anyway, after I die, the grassland will fall apart."

"I fought with all my might against the Central Plains, and died. After my death, the grassland fell apart. From this point of view, there is no essential difference."

The Great Khan's expression was grim: "After I die, why would I care about the grasslands?"

"It can't get any worse."

"Muzahe, you are right. As long as we have a knife in our hands and the world in our hearts, anywhere in this world is our pasture. I will not give up, even if it means a fight to the death. At worst, I will go down and meet you again."

Outside the Great Khan's tent, the other khans and generals all lowered their heads, with a look of tension and panic on their faces - the Great Khan's brother, the general with the best archery skills on the entire grassland, was dead.

Seven princes rebelled, and even the Great Khan was seriously injured.

Before this, in the world situation, Ying State and Chen State were both impacted and suffered losses to varying degrees, while the King of Qin had just risen, and his foundation was not strong enough, and his strength was not strong enough. The Turks, who had been wandering on the edge of the war in the Central Plains, retained most of their strength.

This situation is an excellent state for the grassland.

As long as there is any change in the Central Plains, we will raise troops and march south, and we will be able to trample the Central Plains on horseback.

But the King of Qin came.

Just like the King of Qin went to the south of the Yangtze River, the Western Regions, and the Southwest.

One sword tore through this advantage.

Just one action caused the steppe Turks to suffer huge losses. At this moment, these khans were somewhat worried that the Great Khan would vent his anger on them. Just as they were daydreaming, they heard footsteps. The royal tent was opened and the Great Khan walked out again.

"Assemble the troops."

The Great Khan said calmly: "Let's go see my good son first."

"My Ashina, how dare he rebel against us at this time?" "Has his brain been affected by the stupid blood in his body?"

"His father, I, am not dead yet!"

………………

After the ancient red dragon and the sword maniac Murong Longtu had a hearty battle, they left calmly. The army under Li Guanyi's command turned to the Western Regions, and a part of the elite troops took light boats and went downstream, delivering the goods to Jiangnan as quickly as possible.

When they arrived in Jiangnan, Mr. Yan Daiqing looked at the things, waved his hand, and asked them to be taken away to the military logistics department. The craftsmen of the Foundry Department were ecstatic when they saw the Iron Pagoda heavy armor.

But when they realized that there were more than 2,000 armored soldiers behind them, they became stunned.

How many? !
Pan Wanxiu, a Mohist master who had established Anxi City in the Western Regions with Li Guanyi, thought for a long time and came to a conclusion that was very close to the truth.

"Could it be that the King of Qin robbed the Iron Pagoda and the Great Khan?"

In any case, these Mohist mechanics and military craftsmen were in a good mood - being able to concentrate on studying what they like with sufficient financial support was a reward in any case.

The point is, His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin really allocated funds.

As I said before, although the newly brought back heavy armor is made of very good materials, its structure is still too old and is a bit outdated in this era.

It hasn't been long since then.

His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin directly kidnapped the Great Khan.

Be nice.

More than two thousand fully operational iron pagoda armors.

They were about to dismantle them, but were stopped by Mr. Wen Qingyu, who told them that they must leave behind two thousand intact horse and man armor. Gentle Mr. Wen Qingyu stroked the armor with his hand and smiled approvingly, "Great..."

Mohist master Pan Wanxiu and agricultural master Xu Tiange said.

Mr. Wen Qingyu's gentle smile makes people uncomfortable.

When Pan Wanxiu went to look for the Mohist master with the handwritten letter from His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin, he heard another noisy argument coming from inside: "What? We still need to continue the transformation? What's the use of this guy?!"

"It's an old ghost from five hundred years ago."

The Mohist master said, "Oh... this, Twelve, you don't have to say it so harshly."

Guan Twelve said angrily: "One hundred and twenty-seven mechanical men!"

"One hundred and twenty-seven. Even if you dismantle them, it will take you several years, right? His was better. All of them broke down in less than half a year."

"I've been here for almost a year. I'm either repairing the mechanism or adjusting the materials. None of the built mechanism arms can last more than three days!"

"He destroyed them all!"

The Mohist master said: "But then again."

He wanted to smooth things over, but Guan Twelve was obviously very angry and said, "All of them, either the toughness is not enough, or the strength is not enough. This is still not letting go of your hands and feet. General Xue, are you here to make fun of this old man?!"

A hearty laugh came from inside:
"No, it's just that your mechanical man is really easy to break."

Pan Wanxiu took two breaths of cold air.

A master from the same lineage as Mohist school.

Pan Wanxiu felt that it would be better for this mysterious general to directly tease the Mohist elder so that he would feel more at ease.

Guan Twelve's face was a little blue with anger, and he said with a sweep of his sleeves: "Okay, okay, your Qin family is big and powerful, and you, General Xue, will go down in history. I can't afford to offend you, old man. I can't cultivate your body. I'm leaving, isn't it okay for me to leave?"

"Big old man, shut up."

"If you continue to try to make peace, be careful, old man, I will scold you as well!"

The elders of the Mohist School were chivalrous and righteous when they were outside, and each of them had a very violent temper.

If I say I will scold you to death, I will scold you to death without any hesitation.

Even the leader of the Mohist School would not give him face. The leader had no choice but to say:

"This is for the sake of the world after all."

Guan Twelve got angry and cursed: "For the sake of the world?!"

"Don't think that I don't understand the situation in the world because I'm running around outside. It's better for you to stay in the Zhongzhou Academy. The four countries have only been recuperating for a year, and the situation in each place is evenly matched."

"If there is to be a change in the world, there must be another major change at this time, which will weaken one of the grasslands, Chen, Ying, or Qin, and make it a piece of fat meat, so that the price for the other three countries to eat this piece of meat will be reduced to an affordable level."

"Otherwise, there would be no chance of a fight!"

"Continue to recuperate for ten years, maybe even twenty years."

"Fighting is still possible, and fighting is still possible. Even if I leave here and travel around the world, I can't fight even if I come back!"

"You you you? What do you mean you!"

"You, this damned White Tiger clan who dismantles the machinery, and that King Qin, you all don't understand machinery technology!"

"You bastard, you are not worth a plan. Let's go!"

Guan Twelve came out angrily and saw Pan Wanxiu over there. He glared at him and was about to scold him, but Pan Wanxiu suddenly had an idea and took something out of his arms, held it high above his head, and shouted, "Elder Guan, a letter from His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin!"

Guan Twelve was just about to turn away and say he didn't want to watch it.

But he actually knew in his heart that this matter had little to do with the King of Qin.

He had a bad temper, but he would not take his anger out on others. He raised his sleeves for a long while, then snorted coldly and took Pan Wanxiu's letter. While reading it, he saw that Pan Wanxiu was carrying a box and asked, "What is this?"

"This is a gift from His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin."

Guan Twelve's anger was visibly weakened. He nodded, and his tone softened. He said, "...The King of Qin still knows how to behave. Even though he is thousands of miles away, he still cares about an old man like me. I will accept your courtesy."

Guan Twelve was silent for a moment, but he shook the letter and read it while opening the box.

A golden-red light emanated from the box.

At the same time, there was an indescribable aura of majesty that slowly dissipated, carrying the spirit of the pinnacle of all auspiciousness, dissipating in all directions, surging, and the surroundings became quiet in an instant.

Inside the box are scales in an irregular and broken state, which exude a sense of calm and majestic momentum.

Dragon scales!

And it’s an especially special kind!
Guan Twelve's expression froze, and his eyes fell on the letter, scanning it.

[Li Guanyi is thousands of miles away, and I am sorry that I cannot talk to Mr. Guan from time to time. This time, I traveled thousands of miles away, and had some opportunities. I got the dragon scale. General Xue and I are actually master and apprentice. His methods are overbearing. Guanyi guessed that few mechanisms can withstand the power of General Xue.]

[This time, we got more than ten dragon scales of different sizes, some as big as an adult, and some as small as a palm]

[They are all the Lords of the Red Flame Sky. The scales on the body of Zhulong Tunri Tianzun show that he is a top general. The military evil spirit formation rushed down. It is extremely hard and stained with the breath of the Red Dragon Dragon Essence and the top general. I think it can be used to make a mechanism.]

Using the scales of the ancient red dragon, the first auspicious sign, to create a mechanism? ! !
Still using it casually?

really? !
Guan Twelve's eyes were almost shining and his breathing became heavy.

Then look at the last part of the letter.

[Guan Yi does not understand the art of mechanical devices, but it would be a pity if so many dragon scales were wasted.]

【All should be handed over to Elder Guan! 】

[Apply as you like to create mechanisms]!
Use the scales of the first auspicious sign in ancient times, the Lord of the Red Flame, the Candle Dragon Swallowing the Sun, to create mechanical devices, and use them at will, mobilizing all kinds of gold and silver, and are completely satisfied?

Guan Twelve stared stiffly at the golden-red dragon scales, feeling that the light emanating from the dragon scales was almost penetrating into his heart. He had just had a big quarrel with the leader of the Mohist school, and had been planning to leave here with this momentum.

While the King of Qin has not returned yet, he immediately left Jiangnan.

When the King of Qin comes back, he won’t be able to say anything to him, nor will he be able to find him.

This is how he calculated...

click-

The Mohist disciples behind Pan Wanxiu held a pile of boxes and opened them one by one. All of them were filled with dragon scales emitting flowing light.

However, dragon scales are so fragrant.

The King of Qin was truly abominable. He actually used the dragon scales of the ancient red dragon to forge the mechanism he wanted, and casually provided financial support without any criticism or punishment in order to tempt a poor Mohist mechanism master.

Which Mohist mechanical engineer can resist such temptation?

The leader of the Mohist school and General Xue looked at Guan Twelve in anger. Guan Twelve kicked the door and left. Guan Twelve read the letter, then came back in silence with a sullen look on his face.

The great Mohist master understood people's hearts and knew that he could not say anything at this time.

But General Xue blew a whistle and said, "Didn't you say that we don't understand mechanical engineering, so we won't do it?"

The leader of the Mohist school raised his hand to cover his forehead. Sometimes, as a leader, he felt helpless when being surrounded by these two people.

Guan Twelve's face was tense, and he hugged the box containing the dragon scales even tighter.

"You don't understand mechanical engineering."

"But King Qin, Your Highness King Qin..."

The upright Mohist elder Guan Twelve said solemnly:
"Young Master Li Guanyi is really good at mechanical engineering."

General Xue laughed loudly, just watching Guan Twelve cursing and dragging the Mohist leader to prepare to re-plan how to use dragon scales as the material to forge a mechanical armor that is powerful enough to accommodate General Xue's power.

General Xue's smile faded slightly, and he seemed to be thinking: "…………The ancient red dragon armor."

"I should be able to fight with all my strength."

"But this change has only been stable for a year. Has there been any new change in the world?"

General Xue's silent thinking surpassed everyone else.

On the second day after Long Lin arrived, three pieces of news spread simultaneously in all the countries.

The first news came from the world.

The Great Khan of the Turks and the King of Qin clashed in the northern border.

The Great Khan was defeated and fled in the night.

In this battle, 3,000 elite soldiers of the Iron Buddha's personal guards were killed, including the Turkic pillar, Zuo Xian Wang, the seventh divine general in the world, and Mu Zhahe, the best archer in the grassland! The national strength of the grassland was greatly impacted, and the army's spirit was damaged.

The second message was spread in the martial arts world, and became known throughout the world as knights performed heroic deeds and drank in taverns.

Murong Longtu was born and cut through Mu Zhahe with one sword.

Destroy all three thousand iron pagodas.

Prove again that within the three-foot-long sword, you can look down on everyone.

The third news————

The list of Godly Generals has been updated.

The second most powerful general in the world has changed his master.

(End of this chapter)