In front of the sword box.

"Zoroastrianism, huh."

Chuxue snorted coldly.

When she thought of Zoroastrianism, she felt a little uncontrollably angry.

"What? The Zoroastrian Cult treats you well." Dong Wenjun raised his eyebrows.

"Since you treat me so well, why doesn't the leader give you the antidote?" Chuxue said coldly.

"Three Corpses Nao Gu Pills, there is no antidote, how do you ask the leader to give it to you? Besides, it is precisely because of the medicinal power of the Three Corpses Nao Gu Pills that our internal strength increases so fast." Dong Wenjun frowned.

"Saints of the Zoroastrian Cult were born in poor families in Judu, and many of them were orphans adopted by the religion. If they were not cultivated by the Zoroastrian Cult, how could you be where you are today? Look at how many people have died outside?"

"One code leads to another. I remember the kindness of the Zoroastrian Cult, but I also understand the leader's thoughts." Chuxue said calmly.

"What do you understand?" Dong Wenjun asked.

"Leader, he doesn't like Zoroastrianism. He is just using Zoroastrianism to achieve his own personal goals. I don't want to comment on anything else, but there is one thing I don't agree with, and that is colluding with the Persian religion."

"Persian religion, those who are not of my race must have a different mentality. They are not from the same group as us." Chuxue said.

"What are you talking about? Don't forget, Shi Yiyun is your enemy. If you attack Shi Yiyun secretly, you will already be fighting to the death."

Anger filled Dong Wenjun's face.

"So what? I've always been like this. If you don't like it, I'll just say it. As a martial arts master and a saint of the Zoroastrian Cult, can't I still speak my mind?"

"I am a human, not a dog!" Chuxue said firmly.

"I'm not letting you speak, but you shouldn't misunderstand the leader... The leader, what he wants is the unity of the world, not just for his own power. As the leader, what does he want? Why take this risk?" Dong Wenjun frowned.

road.

"Who would believe the words "Great Harmony in the World"? Does he believe it himself? Chu Xue said coldly.

"Why don't you believe it? When has the leader ever lied?" Dong Wenjun seemed convinced.

"I remember that he said that the Persian religion was his lifelong enemy. Why did he turn to the Persian religion in the end?" Chuxue only chose one of the things.

"That was an expedient measure. The leader used the power of the Persian religion to achieve his own goals. He did not take refuge in the Persian religion and only cooperated with them to a limited extent." Dong Wenjun explained.

"Isn't this going back on his word? We, the Zoroastrian Cult, have been fighting bloody battles with the Persian Cult for hundreds of years, and the enmity we have forged has long been impossible to resolve. What will be the consequences of his doing this?"

"Even if he succeeds in his goal, he will eventually destroy Zoroastrianism."

"Speaking of which, I can cooperate with you in other matters, but I will not cooperate with you in cooperating with the Persian religion."

After that, Chuxue left without looking back.

Dong Wenjun stood there and was silent for a while.

He originally wanted to have a good talk with Chuxue about the "Internet", but ended up breaking up on bad terms.

In fact, what he didn't say aloud was that he was secretly not happy about cooperating with the Persian religion.

Chuxue's idea is by no means an exception.

Among Persian religions, except for the lineage of the Great Saint, who firmly insists on being incompatible with Persian religion, most of the other major sects do not like Persian religion. Each of them has more or less blood debt with Persian religion.

If it weren't for the authority of the leader to suppress it, the Black Fire Cliff alone would have exploded.

"Is this really right?" Dong Wenjun was also a little confused.

…

In the evening, on the other side of Jianxi Pass.

Inside a dense mountain forest.

"Quack!"

A whistle sounded like a bird's cry.

Suddenly, a bunch of heads popped out of the dense forest.

The leader was a tall, burly man.

He looked at the handsome young man whistling on the rock opposite and shouted: "Who are you?"

"Imperial Envoy, Navy Admiral Luo Xingchen."

The handsome young man opposite replied.

"Master Luo, I finally see you!"

After checking the code, a look of enthusiasm appeared on the burly man's face.

"Chief Zheng, you have helped us a lot by leading troops to Jianxi Pass this time."

Luo Xingchen smiled.

What he greeted was the Tengjia Army led by Zheng Xiong of the Tujia people.

Under the leadership of Zheng Erniang, the Tujia people fought several victorious battles in the southwest, and the Tengjia Army became famous throughout the world.

"I feel embarrassed that Mr. Luo praised me so much. We Tujia people, among other things, are just loyal and not afraid of death. That's nothing to say."

Zheng Xiong stretched out his hand and scratched his head, with a simple and honest smile on his face.

But Luo Xingchen would not really regard him as a simple and honest person.

If he is really an honest person, how can he become the leader of the Tujia people?

Anyone who can firmly hold the position of clan leader is somewhat scheming.

"Okay, without further ado, we'll rush there."

Luo Xingchen stopped using polite words.

The Tengjia Army of the Tujia people was summoned just for the purpose of fighting.

But now, the military situation is urgent, and no one knows when the enemy will attack again.

Then, it is particularly important to arrange your own strength first.

In the meantime, no delay is allowed.

"Set off."

Zheng Xiong shouted loudly.

The orders were passed down from level to level, and soon the Tujia people lurking in the woods began to take action.

On the road, Luo Xingchen rode in front. At the same time, he was still observing the march of the Tujia people.

He discovered that the Tujia Tengjia Army was very organized when marching, and several people formed a small team.

"What's your formation?"

Luo Xingchen asked.

"It doesn't have a name, it's just the formation passed down from our Tujia people. This is how the old people fight." Zheng Xiong said with a smile.

"Ruo Ji Ruo Li, I think your formation is very similar to the mandarin duck formation in the Art of War." The corners of Luo Xingchen's lips rose.

"Yuanyang Formation? Mr. Luo is well-informed and a scholar. Maybe this formation is a type of Mandarin Duck Formation." Zheng Xiong said.

"Knowing it and being able to use it are two different things. Although the art of war is good, it still depends on whether it can be used."

Luo Xingchen said.

"Of course, we Tujia people don't pay attention to that. We go into battle just to kill the enemy. We can do whatever is useful." Zheng Xiong nodded.

"Have you been practicing martial arts day and night all these years?" Luo Xingchen asked.

"No, we were short of food a while ago, so we stopped for a long time. Hey, we were too hungry to practice martial arts..."

"Fortunately, Mr. Ning, the Minister of War, solved the food problem for us, so we have strength." Zheng Xiong sighed.

"You are not short of food now?" Luo Xingchen asked.

"Food is always in short supply. We go out to fight not because we like fighting, but also to earn food for our family." Zheng Xiong sighed.

This is what he thinks.
Chapter completed!