crossing with green hills

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"If the fairy intervenes, go straight to the fairy mountain!"

"If the sky doesn't allow it, then...the sky will be destroyed!"

The arrogant and domineering voice, like rolling thunder, exploded in the hall, stirring above, causing the sky to buzz, as if it was responding.

Mu Sangzi raised his eyes to look up at the top of the main hall, and looked at the sky through the clear glass.

The night sky, which was still clear just now, was obscured by thick dark clouds at some point, and the air was vaguely damp.

Boom!

Above the black clouds, there was a thunderclap, and electric snakes with thick arms shuttled through them, flashing from time to time, making the dark night sky flickering.

This thunder and dark cloud seemed to be a warning from heaven and earth to Ying Zheng's disrespectful words, or it seemed to be just a coincidence.

Let Mu Sangzi be shocked and afraid!

Only Yingzheng, still as stable as a mountain, got up, raised his hands and looked up at the sky, ignoring the raging thunder and lightning, as if he was staring at something through the clouds, his tiger eyes became a little colder.

"There is only one master in this great Qin and this world!" Ying Zheng said resoundingly, "That is the widow!"

Boom!

As soon as Ying Zheng's voice fell, the accumulated thunder fell, like the wrath of the gods, and suddenly, it crashed down and struck a century-old tree transplanted outside the main hall.

The flames ignited violently, dyeing the lush old trees into black coke in an instant.

Whoa!

The pouring rain fell instantly, hitting the transparent glass continuously, making a crackling sound, as if it was about to break it and fall into this magnificent hall.

A layer of rain curtain was hung on the sky and the earth, and the bean-sized raindrops fell continuously, hitting the tiles of the main hall, splashing out one after another, and then flowing down the eaves, forming a series of water lines, falling on the ground, splashing There was a large splash of water, which wet the ground, and gradually converged into a stream, heading towards the low-lying part of the main hall, where the sewer pipe was specially built at the beginning.

Mu Sangzi bid farewell to Yingzheng, and exited the hall respectfully.

Turning around, stepping out of the threshold, walking a few steps, looking at the dripping rain outside the hall.

Condescending, looking at the Xianyang Palace and Xianyang City shrouded in the pearl curtain of heaven and earth, he waved his hand and thanked the umbrella handed over by the servant.

Stepping into the rain, without using any internal strength, he let the cold rain hit his face, slide down his old cheeks, wet his white hair, and wet his clothes.

The whole person walked in the gradually blurred rain curtain, and his mind kept thinking about the scene in the palace, the majestic and domineering figure, and the Taoist theory that he had learned all the time, his eyes were blurred, and he turned around. He turned his head to look in the direction of Lingxiao Temple, glanced at the old tree that had been extinguished by the rain and emitted puffs of black smoke, and then raised his head to stare at the increasingly drowsy sky.

For a moment, I was a little at a loss.

"This Daqin...is really a lunatic!"

"But you should be crazy!"

"I hope...it's just a false alarm!"

The thin and small figure shook his head, not thinking about it for the time being, and gradually disappeared into the rain curtain as he walked.

The rain was pouring, pouring down.

It seems that there is only the sound of water hitting in the world.

Inside Lingxiao Palace.

Wearing a black dragon embroidered brocade suit, Ying Zheng stood alone with his hands behind his back, as if he was carrying a heavy burden, his eyes were staring at the heavy water curtain outside the temple, his knuckles hidden behind his back were clenched white, and only he could hear it. low voice, murmuring to himself:

"This Great Qin has me winning the government, that's enough!"

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Currently, I am still thinking about finding a job or writing.

Chapter 34 Thousands of troops rise up to conquer

The north wind howled, with biting cold and knife-like sharpness, blowing across the vast and boundless northern desert grassland.

The cold current drove away the coolness of autumn, and the icy winter gradually covered the entire vast prairie.

The heavy snow fell like goose feathers, the grass withered and leaves turned yellow, until it was completely turned into a barren land covered with ice and snow.

Nomads live by water and migrate by grass.

The temperature plummets and the winter with heavy snowfall is an irresistible natural disaster for all the grassland tribes.

Every time this white disaster occurs, it means that many herdsmen on the grassland will freeze to death, and countless horses, cattle and sheep will be killed and injured.

This year's winter came earlier than before, and there were obvious casualties in all ministries under the heavy snow. This sign shows that this year's cold winter will be more difficult to bear.

If we don't respond in time, many people will not survive this year, and the population will drop sharply in the coming year, and weak women, children and children will make up the majority, which is not conducive to the survival and reproduction of the tribe.

In this prairie where the law of the jungle is more important and the jungle is preyed upon by the weak, lack of success means the decline of the tribe, and even more means that it will be annexed by a powerful tribe, and the tribe will perish.

Women are occupied by other men, children are enslaved and bullied.

Not to mention some small and medium-sized tribes, even if they are as strong as the overlords of this grassland, the Da Yuezhi and the Huns, they are powerless in the face of powerful natural disasters and try their best to support them.

So, after the third snowfall of this year, the Xiongnu Shanyu and the Great Moon King each summoned their subordinates and mobilized manpower from the tribes under their jurisdiction, intending to recruit [-] troops each, as usual, to conquer the Central Plains.

If he could invade the prosperous Central Plains, he would naturally dream of it; even if he couldn't, he would be able to raid grasslands and plunder enough food and women to make this winter less difficult.

But this year, before their horses set foot on the Central Plains, the troops were still preparing and mobilizing. At the junction of the Northern Desert Grassland and the Central Plains, cavalry riding on strong, fat and well-built horses came in groups. A neat array of troops appeared on the transition zone at the edge of the grassland.

"Shut up!"

Riding a tall black horse, Meng Tian, ​​who was at the forefront of the army formation, wore an iron helmet and a black armor, with a long sword pinned to his waist, and waved his horse.

The generals and cavalry behind them pulled the reins one after another, stopped the horse, reached out and patted the horse's back lightly to comfort the horse under its crotch.

Sitting on the horse, Meng Tian stared at the endless snow field in the distance. When he thought that this time he was about to lead Da Qin Erlang to drink horses in the grassland and seal wolves into Xuxu, he immediately became energetic and proud.

"This time, this group of prairie wolves must flee in a hurry under my Daqin iron cavalry, and bring this grassland into our Daqin territory."

"Zhi Zhi starved for the meat of the barbarians, and laughed and talked about thirsting for the blood of the Xiongnu! The storyteller of the Great Qin Dynasty in the past is really good at writing, as if he had expected that you and I would have what happened today."

On the side, Wang Jian, who also led more than ten thousand cavalry, wore a heavy black armor, and his snow-white beard fluttered with the wind, urging his horse to come over. , hale and hearty, except for his gray beard, he doesn't look old at all.

On the contrary, he is getting older and stronger, even if it is the aura that emanates from his body inadvertently, it is not weak at all compared to the vigorous and vigorous Meng Tian, ​​and even faintly better.

"Old General Wang!"

Seeing Wang Jian approaching, Meng Tian bowed his hands in salute. This veteran caught up with the good times, seized the opportunity of spiritual recovery, and reached the pinnacle of martial arts. The environment can barely stop.

Potential exhausted.