"I will know the mistake at the end!"

The second-rank general knelt down quickly.

Behind him, a group of civil servants and generals also knelt down one after another. Wen Hou was angry. Who could afford to look at Baidi City?

"You guys..."

Wen Shuoyang frowned, turned to look at Beifang Shuoxue, and said, "It's just that the scar has healed and I forgot the pain! When Yue Hao fought in the northern border, he lost 930,000 soldiers from the three northern states, but he killed nearly one million demon clan troops and nearly 200,000 demon clan cavalry. Isn't such a record unprecedented in the history of our Da Shang?"

He raised his head and scolded his ministers in a cold voice.

"In the 37th year of the Great Shang Dynasty, the founding emperor Baidi ascended the throne for 37 years, he finally couldn't help but declare war on the demon clan and sent general Luo Rui to lead a 700,000 army to the north. In the end, in the battle of Mobei, the 700,000 army was lost to less than 100,000, but only less than 20,000 people were killed in the demon clan!"

"In the 101st year of the Great Shang Dynasty, Li Jingci, a famous general at that time, ruled a million soldiers to the north and fought with the 500,000 iron cavalry of the demon clan. He fought for more than a few months. In the end, the million soldiers were wiped out, but only killed less than 50,000 iron cavalry of the demon clan. Even Li Jingci's skull is now made into wine vessels and placed on the dining table of the demon clan's royal court!"

"In the 157th year of the Great Shang Dynasty, Zhou Tiannan, the former Wuhou, led an army of 800,000 to the north and fought with the three demon clan tents for half a month. In the end, less than 200,000 people were left to return to Yunzhou, but the record was only less than 30,000 demon clan heads!"

Speaking of this, Wen Shuoyang looked at everyone coldly and said, "It is true that you are the ministers of the Prime Minister's Mansion led by Wen Shuoyang, but I, Wen Shuoyang, are not so small. Although Wu Hou Yue Hao lost the army of 900,000, he killed a million demon clans, and the 200,000 demon clans are also true. This is a brilliant record that I have never had in the history of the Shang Dynasty! If Yue Hao is not qualified to be buried with the king's etiquette, who is still qualified?? Am I Wen Dudu?"

Everyone kowtowed quickly: "Stop your anger... Stop your anger!"

"Forget it, get up."

Wenhou gently brushed his sleeves one by one, and after everyone stood up, he said, "Your Majesty and I will go to Wang Ling to see Yue Hao off. As for Yue Hao's descendants, we should be good at cultivating them. Xu Huaili, you are the Minister of Rites. If Yue Hao's eldest son Yue Lin was transferred to the Ministry of Rites as a minister, would you feel a little bit bound to tie your hands and feet?"

"Won't!"

Xu Huaili bowed and said, "But listen to Wenhou's arrangement."

"Um."

Wen Shuoyang nodded slightly and said, "In addition to preparing for the funeral of Marquis Wu, there is another extremely important matter that everyone must take in mind, which is the top priority."

"Please give me instructions."

"The three southern states, the 200,000 armors of Huangzhou, the 300,000 armors of Furong Prefecture, and the 200,000 cavalry of Yuzhou must go north as soon as possible, all gather in Shanhaiguan, and stand by at any time to cross the Fusu Great Wall to fight the enemy in the north."

Wenhou frowned: "Also, the three central prefectures, 300,000 armors of Jeju, 200,000 cavalry in Liangzhou, and some Western Shu cavalry in Shuzhou, go north as soon as possible. The prefectures and counties only have the lowest garrison force. For all the food, grass, supplies and other matters, please ask the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Revenue to supervise them together. If there is any mistake, come and see you."

"Yes, lord!"

At this time, the second-rank general frowned and asked carefully: "Mr., will there be a war in the north...?"

"have no idea."

Wenhou said calmly: "In the Battle of Guxianguan, the troops of the three northern states have been wiped out. The demon clan and demon clan army are almost certain to go south. The only question is the time issue. We are mobilizing troops, and they are also mobilizing troops. Wuhou Yue Hao's surprise attack is just the beginning of this battle between the human race and the four northern tribes. The real battle... has not arrived yet."

Everyone was shocked, and everyone's mood became heavier in an instant.

Wen Shuoyang smiled slightly: "It's okay, we will win this war."

He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Although I am a Marquis of Wen, I may not be worse than Marquis of Wu in war. Please do your own job and do not disappoint me Wen Shuoyang. I, Wen Shuoyang, will naturally not let Your Majesty, you will not let you down, let this human race world be disappointed!"

"Yes, lord!"

...

In a blink of an eye, Lin Zhao had been practicing boxing with the old man in green for half a month.

Half a month later.

When Lin Zhao practiced boxing for the last time, he blocked the old man's nearly thirty punches, and then fainted. Just before he fainted, the old man slowly clasped his fists and smiled: "The foundation of the seventh realm is solid enough. You can break the realm at any time. Let's see you next. Everything I can teach you has been taught. See you again if you are destined to be together!"

When Lin Zhao woke up in the bathtub, he only remembered the old man's words. In the end, he didn't know who the old man was. A martial man from the fifth realm came to the snowy Tianchi Lake and was so silent!

Just that night, Lin Zhao broke through the realm!

Eight realms, the magnificent realm of martial arts!

Just as he broke through the realm in the courtyard, his true energy began to expand and became prosperous. His body was full of strong martial arts. The eighth-level martial arts man who was only fifteen years old was an opportunity, but he did it!

In the villa on the top of the mountain, doors open one by one.

Wu Zhi, Luo Yang, Mu Zuo, Hua Ping, Zhu Zhi and others walked out of the room one after another.

"This is the eight realms?"

Mu Qian is the most difficult to accept. He is obviously three years older than Lin Zhao, but he also asks himself that he is a martial arts genius, 18 years old and seventh level. It’s not bad, but Lin Zhao, a freak, actually reached his peak at the age of 15. What does this mean?

"Will this eight realms be too fast?"

Shao Zhi smiled and said, "Sir, the realm is moving too fast, and it may be unstable."

"wrong!"

Zhuzhi shook his head and said, "Sister Wu Zhi, you are a sword cultivator. You don't understand the various tricks of martial artists. I think... the eighth level foundation of the adults is not very stable."

"really."

Mu Qian frowned and said, "Lin Zhao, let me experience the fist of the Eighth Realm?"

"Can."

Lin Zhao raised his eyebrows and said, "I think... Mu Zuo, you may not be able to stop my punch."

"A punch?"

Mu Qian couldn't help laughing and said, "Are you kidding?"

"Try it?"

"Yeah, give it a try!"

Mu Qi took a step back with one foot, pulled a boxing stance for the Rongma boxing technique, and raised his lips and said, "Don't show mercy. After a while, the eighth level martial artist was swollen by my punch. I can't explain to Chu Shuai!"

"Don't worry, take the punch!"

Lin Zhao hit with one punch without using the speed talisman, but the speed was still so fast that Mu Qi could not react. When he saw Lin Zhao's punch, his fist was only a few inches away from his nose. With a "buzzing", the strong fist power formed a fist wind, causing Mu Qi's entire face to deform randomly. Although he didn't hit a punch, Mu Qi took three steps in a row. A breath of true energy in his body was disordered, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

"this……"

Mu Qi frowned and touched his nose. Although he was unwilling to admit it, he still sighed: "Yes... I may not even be able to stop the adult's punch..."

"this……"

Luo Yang looked horrified: "Ship Chu said that Mu Qian's seventh realm foundation is solid. If you can't beat the eighth realm, you can't beat it, but you won't just punch it, right?"

Shi Zhi smiled and said, "It only means that Lin Zhao's eighth realm foundation is more solid..."

"It's interesting."

Zhuzhi smiled and said, "From now on, we really have to follow Lord Lin Zhao to practice. We will come from behind and take the lead!"

Lin Zhao smiled slightly and clasped his fists at everyone: "Everyone works hard!"

"Uh-huh!"

Everyone nodded together.

...

The night covers the snowy Tianchi Lake, and the town is filled with lights.

"Buzz~~~"

A ripples suddenly appeared in the mountain protection restriction above the town, and then the ripples disappeared. The whole town was still as calm as usual. At night, there were children crying, couples quarrels, and night dripping sounds. In the restaurant, a group of martial artists and monks were drinking and blushing their faces.

On the stone road in front of the street, a woman in a fiery red figure was coming.

Her figure was faintly visible, and some drunken cavalry passing by could not be discovered at all. Even Chu Huaixi, who was in charge of the snowy Tianchi Mountain Protection Regulation, and Huang Tingyu, did not notice the subtle instant change.

Only, the scholar in the bookstore put down the book, slowly stood up, came to the door of the bookstore, bowed with a Confucian bow, and smiled and said, "Here are you here?"

"Um."

The woman in red chuckled and nodded, saying, "Sir, are you waiting for me?"

"yes."

Qin Suihan turned around and let the woman in red enter the door, smiling and said, "Do you really want to decide the trend of the world with a chess game?"

“Yes~~~”

The woman in red smiled and said, "Sir, don't you dare?"

"What's the point of not daring?"

Qin Suihan smiled: "My chess skills...even the old masters in the Wenlin are willing to give up the disadvantage, let alone you?"

"Since that's the case, let's talk about it later."

The woman sat down slowly, and played chess with the scholar in the yard and under the moonlight.

...

early morning.

Lin Zhao was refreshed and had a great time. His breath became thicker. So he walked around the kitchen of the mountain garden, then slipped out with a dozen old salted fish, rode a war horse and headed straight to the town. After arriving at the town, he hurried to the front street, tied the war horse to the tree outside the bookstore, and knocked on the door: "Boss Qin, it's me!"

"oh?"

Qin Suihan brushed his sleeves from afar, opened the yard gate, and smiled and said, "Come in."

"Okay!"

The boy rushed into the door like a gust of wind, hung a pile of dried salted fish on the windowsill of the scholar, and smiled and said, "You can cook it by soaking water. Add some chili and green garlic to taste. Give Boss Qin a drink!"

It was not until this time that he saw the woman in red sitting in front of Qin Suihan. Her face was extremely beautiful, so beautiful that she was unparalleled and was not very real. Lin Zhao frowned and stared at the woman carefully, looking at her, always feeling something was tricky, and you could tell it by looking at it again.

"gentlemen."

The woman smiled slightly, stood up and saluted, and said, "The little woman admitted defeat. This game... it was indeed the gentleman who won. The gentleman's chess skills are really amazing and unparalleled in the world."

"So?" Qin Suihan asked with a smile.

"so……"

The woman smiled and said, "So if the little woman loses the chess, she can't lose anymore. Please sit in the snowy Tianchi and wait for the five-game appointment!"

...
Chapter completed!