The First Tyrant of Daxia

After another two hours of long waiting.

The team finally set off.

In addition to the one hundred or so Jinyiwei along the way, there was also an elite cavalry guard of one thousand people, but in order to conceal their tracks, they did not take the same route.

But if anything happens in Osaka Kamiyama, they will provide support at the first time. Even if they face an enemy force of 10,000, they can resist one or two.

Osaka Sacred Mountain.

Located in the war zone between the enemy and us, it is a famous mountain in Japan, similar to Mount Zhongnan and Mount Huang in Daxia, and has a certain special significance.

Many Japanese people like to come here to worship gods, etc.

But due to the rapid advance of the Daxia army, this place has become sparsely populated.

Qin Yun and his group finally arrived in the evening of the next day.

There is a huge red sun in the sky, falling slowly.

Qin Yun ordered the entire team to rest on the spot and make a fire to cook.

"Your Majesty, we are almost there, eat something to fill your stomach." Dujuan said softly, bringing a bowl of meat porridge. Although it was wild, it was still quite exquisite.

Qin Yun took it and took a sip. It tasted okay, but it was far inferior to what Aunt Mu made.

Thinking of this, a trace of longing suddenly flashed across his eyes. He missed the people in the imperial capital and everything there.

Ruier, Tianyao, Jincheng and the others are a little older now, so it’s okay.

But there are several babies still in their cradles crying, but I am not around.

After a long silence.

His gaze turned to Mrs. Chiba who was standing beside him. She was resting with her eyes closed, and the porridge in front of her had gone cold.

"You haven't eaten for a day and a night, don't you want to eat something?"

Madam Qianye opened her beautiful eyes, her pupils opening and closing with majesty, and sneered, "Prisoner, do you still have the right to eat?"

"Who said you are a criminal?" Qin Yun raised his eyebrows.

"You didn't say it, but didn't your people restrict me along the way?" Qianye said coldly.

Qin Yun was too lazy to pay attention to her: "Do you want to eat?"

Qianye glanced at him arrogantly and disdainfully.

"Your Daxia food is cooked like this, even dogs won't eat it."

She didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but her one sentence directly angered everyone!

Old Feng, Xuan Yunzi, the Jinyiwei and others all looked at her with cold eyes, holding bowls of porridge in their hands.

The scene was awkward for a while.

Qianye also realized that she had said the wrong thing, but as proud as she was, she refused to bow her head.

Qin Yun sneered: "So, you have a lot of delicious food in Japan?"

"That's natural."

"Whether in terms of history, culture, or food ingredients, is there anything that can be compared with your Great Xia?" Mrs. Chiba said proudly.

Qin Yun sneered.

It seems that the shameless culture of the Japanese people started in ancient times.

"What are you laughing at?" Qianye narrowed his eyes.

Qin Yun said disdainfully: "I laugh at you for being a frog in a well, and you have never seen the world."

"With your limited cooking skills, you Japanese people have the nerve to say that Daxia can't compare? Have you been to Daxia? Do you understand the Han people?"

"My hair is long, my knowledge is short."

"Everyone, hurry up and eat. Don't pay attention to her."

Qin Yun was too lazy to say anything and just greeted people on his own.

Madam Qianye clenched her teeth tightly, and seemed to be arguing: "Then tell me, what good food does Daxia have?"

Qin Yun glanced at her plump body, especially the delicate whiteness of her collarbone.

I blurt out: "Have you heard of sand-stuffed meat?"

“Have you heard of crystal buns?”

"Have you ever heard of twin flowers blooming together?"

Upon hearing this, not only Qianye was stunned.

Du Juan, Feng Lao and everyone else were also stunned.

What are the names of the dishes that Your Majesty reported? Why have I never heard of them? Aren’t they palace cuisine?

"Haha, I can tell you've never heard of these dishes."

"You must have never seen a rare ingredient like black fungus."

"Stir-frying, steaming, deep-frying, braising, and other culinary arts...Have you heard of the 18 cooking techniques?"

Qin Yun spoke continuously, and even he himself didn't know whether he was talking about the food or something else.

Mrs. Chiba was speechless.

With her eyebrows furrowed, she could only reply: "Then do you know about Japan..."

"Yes, of course I know. Fish fillet, right?"

"There's a reason why you Japanese are short and weak in combat. How can you be healthy if you eat raw food every day? Who can't cook fish fillets?" Qin Yun said disdainfully.

These are what he really thinks. From a cultural perspective, Japan and Daxia have no chance of fighting.

Hearing this, Mrs. Chiba remained silent.

It's not that she didn't want to refute, but she also felt that there were no upright people in Japan.

The Emperor is just an old man.

Taizheng, not even a man.

Yunzhongjun is too insidious.

The Ono no Lang who died in the battle and others are just good-looking but rotten inside.

"Hmph." Qin Yun stood up and snorted: "I hit you right in the heart, didn't I? You can't refute it, right?"

"It seems that old Taizheng is really old, tsk tsk!"

"What are you talking about?" Qianye clenched his fists, his face full of black lines, knowing that there was something fishy in his words.

Qin Yun smiled but said nothing.

Not to mention, Mrs. Chiba is very beautiful, and when she gets angry, she has a different kind of charm.

"Okay, it's almost time to go into the mountains."

"Split into small groups, sneak into Osaka Kamiyama, and follow my signal!" he shouted.

"Yes!"

All the Jinyiwei put down their porridge bowls and stood in silence.

Then, they dispersed and disappeared completely.

However, Qin Yun himself did not take action immediately.

Instead, he returned to the carriage, and when he got off, he had changed into a black tight-fitting coat.

"Let's go."

"..."

Osaka Kamiyama is bare and somewhat desolate.

I don’t know if it’s because it’s winter, but there are almost no green plants here. There are many houses, but few people live there.

At this moment, the sunset has completely set, replaced by the deep night, and the moonlight sprinkled all over the mountain path, appearing somewhat pale.

The cold wind was howling and it was biting.

"Report!"

"Owner, people are coming and have entered the mountain."

A man in yin-yang clothing kneels at the top of Osaka Kamiyama, where there is a primitive temple.

"How many people are here?" Yun Zhongjun was in the dark, with his back to the people, his purple pupils flashing with a strange light.

"Lou, OP, I'm not sure about this."

"It should be Daxia's powerful Jinyiwei who is taking action, so..."

Yun Zhongjun heard this, but he was neither angry nor afraid. Instead, he smiled coldly: "Jinyiwei?"

"This time I have to thank my mortal enemy Qianye. Without her, it would not be so easy to lure people here. Tsk tsk, I thought I would have to wait a long time."

"Master, what should we do now?"

Yun Zhongjun turned around slowly. His three-dimensional facial features seemed unreal, like an exquisite mask. His purple pupils and Onmyoji's attire were a little creepy in the dark night.

He looked toward the huge altar on the top of the mountain.

He smiled coldly: "What should I do?"

"Just wait for them to come and die."