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Chapter 164 The Coincidence of Black Qilin and Shen Ying

Northern Xinjiang Province.

Guard the general's mansion.

Yuan Hualing in military uniform stood in front of the sand table, and several generals beside him were also staring at the sand table, studying the situation on the grassland.

As the number one female general in Dali, Yuan Hualing is naturally not as charming and soft as Concubine Ming. She is seven feet tall, and her figure is burlier than ordinary men. There was a cold murderous look in his eyes.

Such a majestic woman is the real heroine general, who can deter hundreds of thousands of troops and sit on the position of Zhenbei General.

"General, Ye Su'er is at the foot of Longyuan Mountain, eight hundred miles away from us." A burly general said.

"According to the information sent by Xizuo, Ye Su'er has two master-level shamans around him. Although the shaman's combat strength is not as good as that of the warrior, they can bless the soldiers in various states. If they attack with all their strength, it will be difficult for us to catch them. Arrive quickly."

"There is also news from the capital that Ye Su'er has colluded with Bailianzong. Liang Yi, the previous elder of Bailianzong, is by Yesuer's side. This is the real master warrior."

The general said solemnly.

"So what do you want to say?" Yuan Hualing asked hoarsely.

"Now is not the time for us to send troops," the general said.

Although the northern army has many soldiers and generals, Zheng Qingsong's purpose this time is to take down Ye Su'er, not simply to fight.

Ye Su'er, who is protected by a master warrior and two master shamans, is not so easy to win.

Even with the lives of soldiers, it is difficult to keep Ye Su'er.

"You can be regarded as a veteran who has galloped in the battlefield for more than [-] years, so you just admit defeat?" Yuan Hualing glanced at him and said.

The general smiled wryly, "General, we don't have a master warrior to help us."

This is the most troublesome thing, only the Grandmaster can restrain the Grandmaster.

Even if there are hundreds of thousands of troops, it is difficult to keep the strong masters. It is not that the strong masters can defeat hundreds of thousands of troops, but that if the strong masters want to leave, no matter how many soldiers there are, it will be useless.

Grandmaster shamans are better. Their melee combat ability is relatively weak. As long as they dare to fight hard, they will always be exhausted.

But Liang Yi, the master martial artist, is the big trouble. If he wants to take it away, it will be very difficult to stop him.

Yuan Hualing knew that the general was telling the truth, and she had no intention of really arresting Ye Su'er.

Zheng Qingsong's intention was only to ask the northern army to eliminate Ye Su'er, but there was no time limit, and she also knew that Ye Su'er was not the key, but Bailianzong.

So she planned to delay talking for a while, of course she couldn't do nothing, she still had to send troops when she should.

She stretched out her finger and pointed to several positions on the sand table, and said: "We attack these tribes first, they are all vassals of Ye Su'er, if we want to go to Longyuan Mountain, we must go through their territory."

The general next to him looked at the sand table and didn't say much.

As long as they don't face the master directly, they have nothing to be afraid of.

It's just a few small tribes, how can they still reach their northern cavalry.

"Let's all go back and prepare. Three days later, the Flame Army will go out with me, and the rest of the troops will stay behind." Yuan Hualing ordered.

"Here!" The generals responded.

……

And far 42 years, May 22.

Under the leadership of Yuan Hualing, the [-] Flame Cavalrymen of the Northern Army began their conquest of the grassland tribes.

One hundred thousand flame cavalry, wearing fiery red armor, ran across the vast grassland with thunderous hooves.

It seems that a cloud of burning clouds is constantly devouring the vast grassland.

On the second day of Yuan Hualing's expedition, Bailianzong gathered nearly a hundred sects and formed an army of warriors.

There are a total of 50,000 people, but all of them are mid-rank and above warriors. They are all elite disciples from various sects, and of course there are also disciples of Bailianzong.

Outside Bailian City.

Standing on the city wall, Zhou Li looked at the army of warriors below, and a sense of pride suddenly rose in his heart.

How can the army of warriors be compared with ordinary troops, even Dali's most elite Beijing camp is far inferior.

At this time, he looked at the endless army, and couldn't help but imagine the scene where he led the army to kill all directions.

"I don't know why Master chose Ye Su'er, a tartar. Is a disciple like Bailianzong not as good as Ye Su'er?"

After fantasizing, he whispered dissatisfied.

"Hehe, what's the matter? Still dreaming of your emperor's dream?" Lu Mo beside him mocked.

"Isn't it possible?" Zhou Li looked at him with cold eyes.

"No wonder you haven't made any progress in your cultivation all these years, Zhou Li, you are not worthy of being a warrior." Lu Mo looked at him without the slightest fear.

Seeing that they were about to quarrel again, Gu Yuan said, "Pay attention to the occasion, this is not the time for you to mess around."

Lu Mo curled his lips and stopped talking.

Zhou Li's face was gloomy, and the cold light in his eyes became even colder.

"Chen Ze has already led 200,000 frontier troops into Guiyun Province, who of you will lead the army to encircle and suppress?" Zhou Li asked coldly.

"I don't know how to command troops." Shen Ying said calmly.

"Uh, don't look at me, I won't either." Lu Mo shook his head.

Zhou Li didn't intend to let Lu Mo go, so he looked at Ji Ming.

Ji Ming stroked his beautiful beard and said, "I still need to deal with the matter over at the Baizong Hall."

Zhou Li frowned slightly, then looked at Gu Yuan and Song Yan again.

Gu Yuan said softly: "It's still the suzerain, you go."

Zhou Li was taken aback for a moment, he is the suzerain, Bailianzong still has a lot of things waiting for him to deal with, how can he lead the army?

But looking at the army outside the city, he was moved.

If he can control this army, his position in Bailianzong will be more stable in the future.

And if Ye Su'er is finished, he may still have a chance to fulfill his ambition.

"Forget it, since none of you are willing to go, then I will go in person."

He bowed his head in response.

This is a rare opportunity.

……

Guiyun Province.

In the army camp.

Chen Ze sat with an old monk.

This old monk is the compassionate abbot of the hall of worship.

Ci Xin looks like a dry old man, with a slender body and thin body, wearing an extremely ordinary monk's robe. If he is placed on the street, no one will think that he is a strong master.

"I would like to trouble Master to come in person, I would like to thank you very much." Chen Ze cupped his hands and said.

Ci Xin had a pleasant face, bright and peaceful eyes, and said: "The governor is joking, the old monk is only here to protect the general, if the general wants to thank him, he should thank His Majesty."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ze cupped his hands in the direction of the northern capital, and said, "This is Your Majesty's Long Grace, I will certainly remember it in my heart, but it is also my honor that the master is willing to come to protect me."

Compassionately sighed slightly, and said: "Monks don't tell lies, the old monk actually doesn't want to come."

"The spirit of killing on the battlefield is too heavy, it is not suitable for the old monk."

Chen Ze nodded slightly, which was why he insisted on thanking the kindness.

It is indeed difficult for an old monk to go to the battlefield.

"The master doesn't have to go to the battlefield, he just needs to stay behind. As long as the master doesn't come, the master doesn't need to make a move."

"The old monk thanked the governor for his understanding, Amitabha!" Compassionate clasped her hands together and bowed slightly.

……

Dusk was approaching, the sun was setting, and a long figure was outlined in the afterglow of the twilight.

Shen Ying stood by the bank of the Yunshang River, looking at the torrential river.

Behind him stood a man covered in black robes.

"You're finally here." Shen Ying looked at the round sun on the river and said in a low voice.

"Haven't you been waiting for a long time?" the man in black said.

A bitter smile appeared on Shen Ying's calm face, and she said, "But I don't want this day to come."

"You want to betray His Majesty? Don't forget that His Majesty saved you and your mother." Heipao said humanely.

Shen Ying's eyes were full of confusion, and she said: "Your Majesty has the grace to save my mother and me, and Master has the grace to nurture and nurture me."

The choice is really hard sometimes.

At this time, Shen Ying faced a dilemma.

The man in black was silent for a long time.

"If you don't choose, the outcome could be worse."

"Is there no other way?" Shen Ying said.

"Can you change His Majesty, or can you change Xin Yuanchen?" the black robe asked humanely.

Shen Ying lowered her head, silently looking at the long sword in her hand.

He is the Great Elder of Bailianzong, a famous swordsman in Jianghu, and was even called the number one swordsman in Dali, but now he is like an orphan without any support.

No, the sword in his hand is his only sustenance.

"If it were you, how would you choose?"

He murmured in a low voice, and the figure in white clothes like snow appeared in his mind.

Hearing his words, the man in black said, "Now is the time for you to make a choice, Your Majesty doesn't want to wait too long."

Shen Ying said with a gloomy expression: "What does Your Majesty want me to do?"

The man in black nodded slightly, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it to him.

"This is the Gu King Poison of the Wuman Hundred Clans."

Shen Ying's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but he still took the porcelain bottle.

"Go back."

The man in black took a deep look at him, and disappeared into the dim twilight in the blink of an eye.

Holding the porcelain vase, Shen Ying stared blankly at the passing river.

Suddenly, he trembled all over, and his blurred eyes became sharp.

"Who!"

He stared at the boulder not far away, holding the hilt of his sword tightly with his right hand.

"Hehe, Seventh Junior Brother, it's me."

A figure stepped out from behind the boulder.

"Second Senior Brother, why are you here?" Shen Ying said in a low voice.

The person who came out was none other than Ji Ming.

Or should I say black unicorn.

Two spies hiding in Bailianzong unexpectedly met under such circumstances.

Hei Qilin was also very helpless, she did not come with Shen Ying, she came a moment earlier than Shen Ying, but her purpose was the same as Shen Ying.

Joint!

Just before Shen Ying came, she also received a mission.

Isn't this a coincidence?
What are you doing here?
I'm here to connect.

Coincidentally, I'm also here to connect.

Of course, Black Kirin wouldn't talk so much nonsense.

Hei Qilin didn't answer his question, but just glanced at the porcelain bottle in his hand, and said, "I won't report you."

"Why?" Shen Ying said.

The black unicorn didn't answer, but slowly backed away.

Shen Ying frowned, and his eyes were fixed on the somewhat blurred figure.

"Tell me, why? Otherwise, I won't let you go." He said coldly.

The retreating figure of the black unicorn paused, and he felt the killing intent from a late master master.

"Because, because I am also the person His Majesty arranged for the Hundred Refining Sect."

Shen Ying was stunned when she heard the words, her mind was in a trance for a while.

Is Ji Ming also arranged by His Majesty?

How can it be?

He was very surprised, but he soon realized that the other party was lying to him.

Ji Ming is more than ten years older than him, and it has been almost 60 years since Ji Ming joined Bailianzong.

Zheng Qingsong was less than ten years old 60 years ago.

However, it was too late when he woke up, and Ji Ming's figure had long since disappeared.

"He's not the second senior brother!"

Shen Ying has already sensed the true breath of the black unicorn.

He stood by the river and pondered for a long time before turning around and walking towards Bailianzong.

He can't be sure who the other party is, but he can be sure that the other party is not the original Ji Ming.

(End of this chapter)