Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 290 Bamboo Forest Nanzhao
It is spring in March, and the willow branches dance lightly in the wind. It has been seven days since Zhao Wumian defeated the sword master in the 100-foot arena. The weather has warmed up and drizzle has fallen. The caravans on the official road in Shu have increased instead of decreased. The straight official road crisscrosses north and south. The drizzle is blown by the spring breeze. The willow trees on both sides bring up green waves. An endless stream of caravan carriages pass by on the road, leaving traces of wheels.

The sword master plaque has now become the property of Wei Ming Hou. Chengdu's annual tax is the same as before, but Wei Ming Hou is a close minister of the emperor. In the future, will Chengdu also receive some unspoken special treatment compared to other martial masters' garrisons? Even if not, it will certainly not be bad to go to Wei Ming Hou to pay homage.

There were tea stalls every ten miles on both sides of the official road. The early-rising tea stall owners would warm up the tea and listen to the idle chatter of the wanderers coming and going.

“Oh my god, how can I spare you? Yangshe Congyun’s swordsmanship was like a tornado, and the hundred-foot arena was chopped into pieces. But Weiming Hou was unmoved and split the arena in half with one sword, treating the Minghong Sword as nothing. When he came to his senses, Yangshe Congyun’s arm was chopped off, and he knelt on the ground begging for mercy…”

"No matter what, Yangshe Congyun is the former sword master, how could he beg for mercy?"

"Well, if you don't have a sword at your neck, who wouldn't say something tough?"

"Ha ha……"

Tap tap tap——————

The crisp sound of horse hooves could be heard. This tea stall was built next to the official road, and there were numerous wanderers coming and going, so the sound of horse hooves did not attract anyone's attention. However, the noisy conversations at the tea stall suddenly stopped.

When this happens, it usually means that the person who comes is very important, so important that no one dares to say anything. But if you don't have any characteristics when you go out, who can recognize you? This world is not full of portraits.

So it was just because the person who came was a woman and was too beautiful.

The woman held a green oil-paper umbrella in one hand and the reins in the other. The horse followed her obediently, snorting from time to time, walking in the rain, quiet and elegant.

Her eyes are like water apricots, her face is like a silver moon, and a touch of vermilion dotted between her lips makes her skin look even whiter.

She was dressed in a loose monk's robe with a white background and gold patterns, which made her look holy and solemn. However, in order to make it easier for her to travel around, she tied up the cuffs of the robe with pure white wristbands, and a white belt outlined her waist, highlighting her slender figure. But the most eye-catching thing was her ink-black long hair that cascaded down like the Milky Way in the sky, reaching her calves, clean, and soft and smooth at first glance.

He was clearly wearing a monk's robe, but his hair was not shaved. He was clearly traveling around the world, but his long hair was clean and dust-free... He was incompatible with the world, but no one present dared to underestimate him.

There are many women roaming the world, but there are only a handful of women as beautiful as this nun. Even fewer are there who are so beautiful but roam the world alone...

If she looked like this and didn't have any skills, she would have been eaten up and disappeared without a trace on the first day she entered the world... This nun is obviously not one of them.

Anyone with a little knowledge in the martial arts world can basically recognize the woman's identity... the eldest sister of the Buddhist sect and the only direct disciple of the abbot of Xiao Xitian Dongwen.

The Jianghu people stopped talking, all looked away, and drank tea with their heads down. They didn't even dare to discuss loudly, let alone mention any covetous intentions.

It is well known in the world that Buddhism forbids killing, but there is one exception... This nun with untied hair does not care about the rules and regulations against killing at all.

Logically speaking, if she violated such rules, even if she was not expelled from the Buddhist sect, she should be imprisoned and repent until she corrected her mistakes. However, no one in Xiaoxitian punished her, which became a strange fact widely circulated in the world.

There are many different explanations, but no one knows the real reason.

The nun ignored the reactions of the people around her and stopped in front of the tea stall, leading the horse. She walked under the curtain, put up her oil-paper umbrella, carefully shook off the raindrops on it, sat down, stroking the hem of her monk's robe, and ordered a pot of cold tea and a bundle of fine hay.

The tea stall owner knew that the visitor was of noble status and did not neglect him. He quickly mounted the horse. The horse jumped happily on the spot and lowered its head to eat grass.

The nun picked up the teapot with an expressionless face, first rinsed the teacup with tea, then carefully wiped it with a handkerchief to make sure it was not cleaned thoroughly, and then drank the tea silently to quench her thirst.

The surrounding martial artists looked at the nun cautiously, and seeing that there seemed to be nothing unusual about her, and that she would not kill people for no reason, she looked just like an ordinary martial artist. They slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to talk in a low voice about the battle with the Sword Master not long ago.

Zhao Wumian didn't do much in Shu, but every single thing he did was earth-shattering, and they were all related to the martial arts masters who were usually elusive in the martial arts world.

Like the sword-killing of Tang Weiyu at Mount Emei, and... the three evil women of Longquan fighting over a man.

But somehow, when the latter was mentioned, the traveler felt a chill down his spine for some reason, and he looked around but couldn't figure out the source.

The nun withdrew her gaze and lowered her head to look at the surface of the tea, not knowing what she was thinking. Outside the tea stall, the rain continued to fall, and inside was a dense bamboo forest. There was a slight rustling sound, and when she looked over, she saw a giant panda scratching the green bamboo, pretending to be itchy, but actually looking towards the tea stall quietly... probably wanted to ask for some tea, but didn't want to appear too concerned.

The shopkeeper smiled, picked up a large tray of tea and placed it in the bamboo forest, then left with his hands behind his back. The giant panda came to drink tea only after he was far away... The tea stall owner obviously knew the panda and fed it a lot of food on a daily basis.

There are not many giant pandas in Shu, but they are not few either. You can always see a few if you stay there for a long time. The nun looked at the pandas for a few times, thought to herself that they were not as cute as the nun, and then looked away.

Time passed slowly. The nun finished a pot of tea and the horse finished a bowl of grass, but they still stayed at the tea stall. The surrounding people were curious, but no one dared to come forward to talk to her. However, they gradually got used to the presence of this nun and the discussion became louder, until the hurried sound of horse hooves was heard.

Hoof tap, hoof tap————

The sound of horse hooves was as fast as thunder and a little chaotic. The accumulated water on the ground began to tremble and waves rose in all directions.

An experienced martial artist heard the trick and frowned slightly, "The sound of hooves is like heavy rain, at least two horses, but it's urgent and chaotic... It's not two people and two horses, but one person and two horses... So urgent, are they seeking revenge? Or are they escaping?"

The wanderer could hear it, and the nun was no exception. She raised her hand to tuck the strands of hair behind her ears, and glanced sideways with her beautiful eyes towards the end of the official road. Within a few seconds, a figure rode towards them in the rain. It was indeed one person riding two horses.

One man riding two horses is usually the running style of the Rong cavalry, which is mainly used for guerrilla warfare and marching. People in the Central Plains would not run like this unless there is an emergency... At the beginning, Zhao Wumian and others fled in Jin, and they were reluctant to ride two horses because it was too conspicuous. If you run like this on the road, everyone will know that there is something wrong with you.

In a blink of an eye, the man arrived in front of the tea stall. The tall horse under his crotch was steaming with sweat, and he looked very handsome. His breathing was like a bellows. It was obviously a very rare BMW. The man on the horse was also leading another horse, and his figure was also quite good... He could ride two BMWs while traveling around the world, so his identity must be extraordinary.

On the side of the horse under his crotch, there was a nine-foot-long spear wrapped in black cloth. Looking up, the man was wearing a bamboo hat, with only the lower half of his bearded face showing. He was wearing a black cloak behind him, and underneath he was wearing a black suit decorated with gold patterns. A small gold-plated "殛" character could be seen on his chest.

A man, two horses and a gun, walking on the official road, it seemed as if there were thousands of troops galloping on the road. Even if the identity of the gunman could not be guessed, it made everyone present tense. This sense of oppression was completely on the same level as the indifferent and cold Guan Yunshu.

Fortunately, the gunman was obviously in a hurry and had no intention of resting at the tea stall. At this speed, the gunman would disappear in a few breaths, so it was expected that nothing unexpected would happen... But when traveling in the underworld, the most frightening thing is the word "expect".

You never know when an accident might happen.

Just as the gunman passed by the tea stall, the nun in monk's robe who was facing away from the official road suddenly narrowed her eyes, turned around, and suddenly exerted force with her hands, and the teacup shattered under the powerful finger force and internal energy.

Sau————

Amid the sharp sound of breaking wind, the fragments of the teacup were like stars in the sky, piercing through the rain curtain and shooting towards the gunman!

The attack came suddenly and the distance was so close that ordinary martial artists would not be able to react at all, but the gunman was obviously not ordinary. In an instant, he raised his hand and fiercely lifted his cloak. The dark cloak suddenly swirled at the side of his body like a black curtain, suddenly gathering the fragments of the teacup, and then he clapped his hands and collapsed forward!

Bang!
The powerful energy suddenly created a hole in the rain curtain, but the cloak was not damaged at all. The energy bypassed the cloak and turned into a soft force to suddenly knock the fragments inside forward, stabbing towards the nun sitting on the tea stall at a faster speed.

But the teacup fragments were just a feint. The nun held the sky-blue oil-paper umbrella tightly in her other hand and stabbed forward suddenly as if she was wielding a sword.

Tear————

The oil-paper fan suddenly pierced a hole in the black cloak, like a green snake coming out of a hole and rushing straight towards the gunman.

The gunman raised his palm and grasped the nine-foot spear on the side of the horse's belly. With the skill of controlling the crane and catching the dragon, the black cloth around the spear was torn into pieces and scattered, and then absorbed into the gunman's palm. However, the distance was too close and there was no time to use the spear. Therefore, the gunman just turned his wrist slightly, pushed his palm forward, and hit the tip of the oil-paper umbrella with the palm of his hand.

bang————

It was like the sound of muffled thunder, with strong winds blowing in all directions. The cloak was completely broken into pieces and scattered everywhere. At this moment, the teacup fragments pushed back by the gunman had only flown half the distance in the air, which showed how fast the two men were fighting.

From the gunman's perspective, in the sky full of dark cloak fragments, before he could see the face of the attacker, the oil-paper umbrella that the nun had thrust forward suddenly opened like a round shield, blocking the teacup fragments.

But the energy from the oil-paper umbrella was so powerful that even the gunman was secretly frightened. Although he was not as powerful as him, as the saying goes, power comes from the earth. He could withstand this force, but the BMW under his crotch could not.

The gun barrel and the oil-paper umbrella were in stalemate for only a short moment, and the BMW under the gunman's crotch let out a mournful cry, blood oozing from the corner of its mouth. Then the gunman suddenly exerted force, and the gun barrel pressed over the tip of the umbrella, like a long whip hitting the oil-paper umbrella heavily from bottom to top.

bang————

A powerful force came from the umbrella, and the seat under the nun turned into pieces in an instant. Her back hit the wooden table, smashing it into pieces. Then her slender figure seemed to be hooked up in the air, flying backwards from bottom to top, and with a "ripping" sound, she hit the curtain above the tea stall and flew backwards towards the bamboo forest without losing momentum.

Just by looking at this move, you can tell that the gunman's physique is far beyond that of ordinary people.

"hiss----"

But the BMW under the gunman's crotch could no longer bear it. It let out a long, painful howl, then its four limbs went limp and its tall body fell to the side. The gunman, holding a big spear in his hand, his black robe fluttering, got off the horse's back easily, raised his hat, and looked forward with a very cold face.

In the bamboo forest behind the tea stall, the nun flew backwards without losing her balance at all. The white boots under her monk's robe lightly stepped on a green bamboo, and the thick green bamboo instantly pressed backwards into an arc like a taut bowstring.

The sky was full of falling rain mixed with the bamboo leaves of Xiaoxiang. The nun still kept raising her hand and stretching out the oil-paper umbrella. The umbrella with a sky-blue background and embroidered bamboo leaves was blocking the nun's body, and then slowly lifted up, revealing the nun's clean monk robe and exquisite, expressionless face inch by inch.

The gunman's extremely cold face showed a bit of surprise under the bamboo hat, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Xiao Xitian, Guan Yunshu... raided me?"

Guan Yunshu held up the umbrella to keep out the rain. Her monk robe and long black hair were a little wet. She stood on the green bamboo and looked at the spearman in the bamboo hat. "Spearmaster Chen Qiyuan, I have been waiting for you for a long time... After all, this is the only way from Yingtian to Shu."

The two men fought so fast that the gangsters around the tea stall only came to their senses at this moment. They all ran around like monkeys when a tree falls, trying to escape in order to avoid being killed by the aftermath of the fight.

Those who run slowly won't survive for many days in the martial arts world...

But as they fled, they couldn't help but look back at the two of them, each expression more surprised than the other.

Guan Yunshu, a disciple of Xiaoxitian Zhenchuan.

The head of Wujitian Sect, the spear master Chen Qiyuan.

The two met on a narrow road and suddenly attacked each other and fought in the bamboo forest. It was unknown what grudge they had... This was a top-notch event in the martial arts world.

Chen Qiyuan raised his hand and completely tore off the tattered cloak behind him and threw it into the rain with a very cold expression, "There is no hatred between Wujitian and Xiaoxitian, and I don't think there is any hatred between you and me... either. If you can't give me an explanation, don't blame me for taking a gun to the Buddhist sect one day." Not only is there no hatred, Xiaoxitian and Wujitian, with the help of someone, had joined forces to deal with Crown Prince Luo Shuzhi at the beginning of the year.

Guan Yunshu glanced at Chen Qiyuan and smiled faintly, "I really have no hatred against you, but you went to Shu in such a hurry... Are you going to seek revenge?"

Chen Qiyuan's face darkened, he raised his hand and made a spear flower, put the nine-foot spear on his shoulder, and stared at Guan Yunshu in the rain, his eyes were as fierce as a tiger, no longer as unrestrained and free as before.

"Longquan, Xiao Yuanmu showed up. It was said in the martial arts world that three evil women held Zhao Wumian hostage. Xiao Yuanmu forced Meng Po and Canghua Niangniang to retreat, but Zhao Wumian showed up safe and sound three days later... If Zhao Wumian really fell into Xiao Yuanmu's hands, how could he be fine? The only explanation is that he has some unclear connection with Xiao Yuanmu."

Guan Yunshu was silent for a few seconds but did not deny it.

Chen Qiyuan smiled coldly and continued, "Xiao Yuanmu is the enemy who killed my father... Monk Guan thinks that I shouldn't go and avenge my father's death?"

Guan Yunshu's expression remained unchanged. "Whether you kill Xiao Yuanmu or not has nothing to do with me, but Zhao Wumian will not sit idly by and watch you kill her... so I will not stand idly by and watch."

At this point, it is already very clear.

In order to avenge his father's death, Chen Qiyuan rode at full speed all the way from Yingtian to Shu after hearing the news that Xiao Yuanmu had appeared.

Guan Yunshu guessed that Chen Qiyuan would take this route to seek revenge in Shu, so she came here in advance to intercept him... If she didn't stop him, and let Chen Qiyuan go to Chengdu and meet Xiao Yuanmu and Zhao Wumian, given their personalities, they would definitely fight.

There is also a ranking among the top ten martial arts champions. Fighting with a sword and a spear is a life-threatening situation. The spear champion Chen Qiyuan is stronger than the sword champion Yangshe Congyun... Not only is their advantage in weapons, but also in terms of hard power, Chen Qiyuan is stronger.

Among the warriors who can fight with Wudamu, how many of them are ordinary people?

If a fight really breaks out, Zhao Wumian might be able to defeat Dao Kui, but he may not be a match for Chen Qiyuan... It's not that Guan Yunshu underestimates Zhao Wumian, that's the fact.

Although Chen Qiyuan has a carefree personality like a street urchin, he is very powerful and is recognized by everyone in the world.

Chen Qiyuan knew the relationship between Guan Yunshu and Zhao Wumian. Although he was surprised by her appearance, he was not surprised. He held the gun tightly in his palm and smiled.
"Back in the capital, I told that kid Zhao Wumian... I know he has a close relationship with Xiao Yuanmu, so let's put things aside, cooperation is cooperation, friendship is friendship, and revenge for his father's murder is revenge for his father's murder. If we meet again in the martial arts world, we will fight, and no one should show mercy or hesitate."

Zhao Wumian now has a distinguished status, and facing the imperial court, Yangshe Congyun has to be a little wary, but Chen Qiyuan and Yangshe Congyun are not the same kind of people at all... He doesn't care about the so-called imperial court at all, and is not afraid of it at all.

I'm just a little shocked by Guan Yunshu's current strength... The title of the strongest Yuankui is loud, but Yuankui is just a nickname for young warriors with potential... He is not of the same generation as Wukui.

They are all juniors, so no matter how strong Yuankui is, how strong can he be? For example, Su Qingqi's talent is so high that even Xiao Yuanmu is shocked, but she is too young, so it is destined that her strength will be difficult to catch up with the older generation of warriors in a short period of time.

They are all geniuses, but you are special? Who among those who can become the martial arts champion is not a contemporary hero?

Not everyone can treat the poison of the Gu King as candy like Zhao Wumian, relying on his innate poisonous body and the blood of the devil to fight against opponents of higher levels.

But Guan Yunshu is indeed a special existence among the Yuankui... He is so young, yet so powerful, and now it is obvious that he has achieved unity between man and nature. It is not possible for him to defeat Chen Qiyuan, but it is impossible for him to be defeated in just a few moves.

Guan Yunshu didn't care. She glanced at the BMW lying on the ground next to Chen Qiyuan, spitting blood. She knew that she was no match for Chen Qiyuan, so she came here not to kill people... but to kill horses.

It mainly serves to delay time... The horse under Chen Qiyuan's crotch is not an ordinary one, it is not so simple to find casually in the market.

If you want to chase him with your legs and Qinggong... won't you be exhausted after you run to him? Wu Kui's Qi is endless, but his physical strength is not endless.

Going to kill someone, but exhausting yourself to the point of hurrying, is pure idiocy... Who travels the world without a good horse? Even Xiao Yuanmu travels in a carriage.

Now one has been killed...there is still one left.

Guan Yunshu said no more words, rolled up his oil-paper umbrella, and swept it over the bamboo leaves, making a rustling sound.

Wipe——————

The green bamboo under his feet suddenly rebounded like an arrow shot from a bow, or like a falcon catching a rabbit, and flew straight towards Chen Qiyuan.

On Mount Qingcheng, Zhao Wumian suddenly turned his head and looked into the distance, his brows slightly frowned. He stood on the top of the mountain, gazing around, looking down from his high position, and could see an area of ​​more than ten miles in radius.

But it was too high after all, and even with his eyesight he couldn't see the details below the mountain.

"My Lord, my Lord?"

Tang Weiyu's words brought Zhao Wumian back to his senses. "Where were we talking about just now?"

There is a wooden house on the mountain, and now there is a long pavilion on the edge of the cliff, surrounded by willow trees.

Tang Weiyu stood in front of the table in the pavilion, poured a cup of tea for Zhao Wumian, and hesitated a little, "Do you really want me to stay in Qingcheng? After all, this is the mountain that the Marquis conquered..."

Zhao Wumian picked up the teacup, took a sip, and felt that it was not as good as wine, and even worse than drinks like Coke and orange juice. He put the teacup down and glanced at the dancing red flowers all over the mountain below the hill.

Wherever the terrain is gentle, poisonous flowers are basically planted...The Fan family is really fucked up.

He retracted his gaze, "I don't plan to continue cultivating this poisonous flower, but these Tiandi Masters have been researching and are trying to find a way to neutralize the addictive properties... If it works, under the supervision of the court, it will be strictly controlled and used in the medical field. I don't know how many people can be saved. If it doesn't work, we can just burn it all, or control the dosage to save people...

But this will take time after all. I can't stay in Qingcheng forever. To prevent Wu Honghua from falling into the hands of thieves, someone must keep a close watch on it... Patriarch Tang is obviously the most suitable person."

These days, Zhao Wumian has not returned to Beijing because he is worried about the Wuhonghua incident.

Zhao Wumian wanted to burn all of this poisonous flower, but everything has two sides. There is no anesthetic method in this world. If the addictiveness of the dancing red flower can be neutralized and used as an anesthetic, it will benefit all living beings.

The emergence of anesthetics can also promote the progress of surgical medicine... No matter when, Xinglin is the top priority.

Although talking about surgical medicine in this era is obviously ahead of its time...it is still a good start.

Hundreds of years ago, a genius in Guixuan Valley developed a method to double the yield per mu. I believe there are geniuses who can develop surgical medicine among future generations.

As a marquis in the imperial court, he had to worry about his duties and affairs... At that time, he even boasted to Meng Po that he would pay more attention to people's livelihood, which obviously could not be just a formality.

Because of the Donghuang fragments, it took nearly forty years for Qingcheng to have the soil it has today... Only here can the Dancing Red Flower be grown, which can be considered a monopoly in a sense.

Because the price is naturally decided by Zhao Wumian... I hope that poor people can also use this anesthetic.

Of course, this is just a concept, and there are still many details to be considered, but it is at least a direction to work towards... We have just taken the first step, but fortunately, according to what Fan Mucheng said, the Dancing Red Flower can be completely cultivated within a year.

"And this Fan Muqing seems to be your father's old lover whom he knew in Jiuli..." Zhao Wumian glanced at Tang Weiyu.

Tang Weiyu's eyes twitched, but he didn't refute... When his father Tang Xingwen was young, he went to Jiuli and learned a lot of poison techniques. When he arrested Fan Mucheng and brought her back to the prison for interrogation, he found out...it turned out that those poison techniques were secretly revealed to Tang Xingwen by her.

Otherwise, how could Jiuli allow Tang Xingwen to return home safely with the tribe's poison technique? Even the Western Region Saint Church coveted this thing.

Zhao Wumian smiled, "Fan Muqing's mind is full of Wu Honghua. As long as she can continue to cultivate, she doesn't care who she works for... In this case, we will take her in and cultivate her here with peace of mind. She will be supervised by the court, and any results will be sent to the imperial teacher for inspection, which can minimize the risk."

Tang Weiyu took a few sips from the teacup. Although this action seemed to make him have a stepmother in her sixties or seventies for no reason... it was not good to talk about the things of the previous generation, so he turned around and said:

"If this Dancing Red Flower can really neutralize the addictive properties and is used in the military, wouldn't it be able to quickly drive out the Rong people?"

Zhao Wumian shook his head slightly. "If used in moderation, as an anesthetic, it may be fine, but if it is refined into Wu Hong Dan and used on the human body, it is obviously impossible to say that there are no side effects. If it is used on the frontline soldiers... At the national level, this may be understandable. The lives of soldiers cannot be compared with national interests and victory in war, but for me personally, I don't want to treat the frontline soldiers as sacrifices...

The emperor and I have the same idea. You don't have to worry. Wu Honghua is involved in many things. If you don't pay attention, it will cause a big mess... So I will be fully responsible for this matter, and the emperor will send people to directly manage it. "

To put it bluntly, if the Dancing Red Flower can be successfully cultivated and benefit the people, the whole world will benefit, but if something goes wrong, Zhao Wumian will be fully responsible.

Tang Weiyu couldn't help but look up to Zhao Wumian... He wasn't just some brave and aggressive guy, he was someone who really wanted to get things done.

Maybe some people think this is stupid and not beneficial to themselves, but if you really see it, it is impossible not to admire it... Jiuli is thinking about capturing living people to make poison, while Zhao Wumian is thinking about how to do something beneficial to people's livelihood. In comparison... Tang Weiyu is definitely more willing to cooperate with Zhao Wumian.

Using living people to make Gu, no matter how much clan beliefs you talk about, the reality is so dark, and the excuses like the Jianghu is dangerous cannot change the outrageous extent of this matter... Not to mention Tang Weiyu, any Jianghu person with normal morals would stab Jiuli if they saw it.

Bah! Disgusting stuff.

Now, not only was the memory of his wife hanging on Zhao Wumian, Tang Weiyu herself also felt a little more admiration for him.

He slightly bowed, said no more, and flew away, preparing to have the Tang family move to Qingcheng... It would be inappropriate for Wu Honghua to be without a martial arts master to take care of it personally.

After so many days, the Qingcheng matter is almost settled. The Wuhonghua has now made a start, and once it is completely cultivated, we can find a way to study its medicinal properties.

There was no need to stay in Qingcheng Mountain any longer. I wondered if Luo Chaoyan had suffered any injustice in the capital...

Fan Mucheng was released and continued to cultivate Wuhonghua under supervision, but her young master Fan Shunan was not so lucky. After prying something out of his mouth, Zhao Wumian slashed his neck with a sword, giving him a quick death.

I did learn a lot about Jiuli.

Jiuli is indeed not in Dali, but in Nanzhao, west of Miaojiang... Nanzhao was originally a small country on the southwestern border, with a territory similar to that of Nanyue and Goguryeo. It was also a vassal state of Dali, but it was infiltrated by Jiuli a hundred years ago... The so-called Nanzhao was nothing more than a puppet of Jiuli.

Since it involves countries, it is indeed a bit troublesome. Zhao Wumian is definitely not stupid enough to run into Nanzhao and kill people all over the place... Therefore, he still has to return to the capital and discuss it with Luo Chaoyan.

Discuss a date, mobilize the Southwestern Army, and attack Nanzhao...

(End of this chapter)