How big is Luoyang City? Dongluo didn't know, because his steps were too small, so small that the position left for him by Luoyang City could only accommodate his feet.

For the first time, he had close contact with this sacred city in the eyes of the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and when he witnessed how the sun set in Luoyang City, he knew that Luoyang City had eight districts, four elephants, two instruments, and one day palace.

And the place he is going to today is the Great Zhou Tiangong, the center of the entire Datong Dynasty.

The Great Zhou Tiangong is located in the dry area, and it is not far from the 15th lane of Kun District.

Out of the remote alley of the winter fall, as long as you look up, you can see the sea of luck rolling on the Great Zhou Heavenly Palace, if you look closely, you can faintly see that there is a golden dragon with a head and feet in the sea of luck is dispersing the clouds and fog, and the wind is exhaling.

Dongluo glanced back at the long alley behind him, and the shredded sunlight hit the mottled doors and windows, spilling all over the ground. The children's graffiti on the damp walls is crooked and indestructible.

In this big Luoyang City, there are many such alleys, and there are many such doors and windows.

In alleys like this, there are many stories that mostly end badly.

Dongluo turned around and walked briskly in the direction of the Great Zhou Heavenly Palace.

As for what will happen next in the alley, will it be bloody or warm? He can more or less guess a thing or two.

What happened on the Dragon and Tiger field was listened to by some inconsequential people, and it might only be regarded as some fairy legends, but it was tantamount to a reminder for some people who were interested in it.

Will those high-level forces who have suffered losses at his hands take revenge? How will those people who are staring at the ownership of the throne of the eighth king of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Han Wang, feel in their hearts?

Are these questions?

And the old stall owner in the alley, the little stall owner, gave him the answer.

As for who sent them, whose money they received, and why they killed him, does it matter?

Very important.

At least tell him that his current pitiful cultivation wasn't enough to give him peace of mind.

Why did Gu Jianzhi tell him that the old stall owner who sold dumplings was a big demon who was about to step into the transcendent realm, and the small stall owner who bought the small terracotta figurines would only cultivate higher than the transcendent realm, which could be seen from the few small terracotta figurines he gave to the middle-aged man.

Each terracotta figurine is full of fist intent, and the boxing regulations are harmonious and moderate, just to observe the fist intent on it, so that a person who has not yet practiced tendons has the atmosphere of boiling blood. How could the small stall owner's cultivation be weak?

Gu Jianzhi told him so much, it was nothing more than telling him one thing and telling him a truth.

Surviving doesn't mean surviving.

It depends on luck to survive, and it is ability to survive.

His enemies are no longer the horse thieves who can kill people on their backs with their lonely courage on the extremely northern grasslands, nor the second-level array spirit master on the North Mangshan Road, not to mention Lin Jingyu under the rain of swords on the cross street, and even more so Jia Qingshi and others who have a hard fist in the Longmen Secret Realm.

It's Chen Batian, the Chen clan, who is the one who is in power in the far north, and the one who has lived forever and looked at the great cultivators who he didn't even dare to think about in the past.

The enemy is constantly changing, and it is constantly strengthening, if he is still resting on his laurels and stagnating, if his vision is still so small, and his vision is still so low, then in the end it is he who suffers.

Today, on the way to the Great Zhou Heavenly Palace, Gu Jianzhi helped him block the long-planned assassination, so what about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow? Not every assassination Gu Jianzhi happened to follow him, and not every assassin Gu Jianzhi could deal with it.

To put it bluntly, everything can only rely on oneself, and only one's own strength is really powerful.

This sentence is the truth that Gu Jianzhi wants to tell him.

Dongluo clenched his fists tightly, and walked towards the Great Zhou Heavenly Palace, which was getting closer and closer.

At this moment, he only felt.

Luoyang City is small but the world is big.

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......

On the extremely northern grassland, a black-faced boy riding upside down on a horse was walking side by side with a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's scholarly anger looked extremely heavy, and there were large tracts of Haoran Qi around his body, and what was wrapped in Haoran Qi was a rich bloody qi, and those bloody qi seemed to overflow from his soul, thick and deep.

The middle-aged man said with a respectful expression: "General, the horse thieves on the extremely northern prairie have all been wiped out by the Rong family army, and those with outstanding abilities have been fully absorbed, and those who have committed the most heinous crimes have all been killed. Under the guidance of the general, there is no war in the entire northern border of the Great Zhou Dynasty at present, where should the Rong family army go to train next?"

The black-faced young man said casually, "What windfall do you have when you purge the horse thieves?"

"Yes, of the eight heinous large horse thief gangs that have been exterminated, three have the support of families in the Great Zhou Kingdom, and five have the shadows of several kingdoms outside the Great Zhou Kingdom. ”

"Is the evidence conclusive?"

"There are many bones, and the evidence is ironclad. ”

The black-faced boy slapped his palm on the horse's back, and the whole person jumped up, turned around in the air, and fell back on the horse's back.

The black-faced young man lowered his head and played with the horsewhip in his hand, and said expressionlessly: "What does General Li think about this matter?"

The middle-aged man replied, "Three days ago, General Li took Lord Dong to Weicheng. Before leaving, General Li said that you can handle the affairs of the northern border of the Great Zhou as you like, and he will bear what happens. ”

"Discretion. The black-faced young man leaned over his horse and looked at the ice ridges that could be seen everywhere on the grassland, and said slowly: "Rong Xuxuan, do you know what these four words mean by discretionary treatment?"

The middle-aged man Rong Xu Xuan shook his head and said loudly: "I don't know, the last general only knows what the general Jianfeng is pointing at, and the last general is in the past." ”

The black-faced boy smiled, "The sword is not in my hand, and my hand cannot hold the sword." But I hope that when the person with the sword in his hand appears, the direction in which his sword is pointing will also be the direction you are heading. ”

The horse's hooves clattered on the yellow blades of grass and the ice slag.

The black-faced boy said expressionlessly: "If you retreat, or if you are unwilling to move forward, then I don't mind picking up the sword myself, but when the time comes, my first sword will definitely fall on you first." Don't worry, my sword is very light, but you still can't catch it. ”

Rong Xu Xuan frowned slightly, but still nodded and said, "The last general knows." ”

The black-faced young man sighed, and his eyes were snow-white, "Rong Xuxuan, remember the two words of vision I told you, the extreme northern grassland is too small, galloping on the extreme northern grassland is not a real skill, the world is big, and galloping in the world is a real ability." ”

The black-faced young man stepped on the horse's pedals with his feet, stood on the horse's back, raised his head and opened his hands, and said loudly: "The soldiers of the Rong family are divided into eight routes, fight quickly, take the sins and evils, blood and chaos of those horse thieves to find those who secretly support the horse thieves, don't reason with them, just beat them hard." If they have to speak, then give them four words, blood debt and blood payment. ”

Rong Xu Xuan said with some concern: "The number of the Rong family's army is not much, will the division of troops ...... Too adventurous?"

The black-faced young man turned his head to look at Rong Xu Xuan, and said with a sneer: "Take a risk? Rong Xu Xuan, are you stupid in reading? Let me ask you, from ancient times to the present, which war is not taking risks before the dust settles? Which war is not walking on the tip of the knife and struggling? If you fight, you will only win more and less, and the strong will bully the weak, then you will not go home to raise pigs, maybe the pigs you raise will be better than you can fight." I have time to flip through the stories of those famous generals and see how many of them are not respected as famous generals because they have accomplished feats that ordinary people can't accomplish. ”

The black-faced young man's voice softened slightly, "This is just a military training, and it doesn't deserve to be called a war, I think the Rong family army of the Beimang Army God Rong Xu Xuan is not so weak that even a training exercise feels like a risk! If that's the case, it's too disappointing." ”

The expression on Rong Xuxuan's face was extremely complicated, but he couldn't find any rebuttal.

The black-faced young man in front of him can be said to have spared no effort in cultivating the Rong family's army, asking for exercises for exercises, for battle formations for battle formations, for spirit stones for spirit stones, and also to find some martial arts masters to guide the army in cultivation, among which he is naturally the one who benefits the most.

It can be said that even if the current Rong family army is against the strongest peripheral army, it is not far behind in terms of combat power.

However, Bi Jing, the army of the Rong family, was brought out by him, and it was not a wise move to divide the troops into eight routes, and it was really not a wise move to resist the three major families and five kingdoms with the strength of tens of thousands of people in an army, and he couldn't watch his son die in vain.

Rong Xu Xuan stubbornly said: "What the general Jianfeng pointed out is that the last general has been in the past, and the last general also knows that most famous generals in ancient and modern times are called famous generals because they win more with less, and win tactically with the weak and the strong. But those famous generals were not forced out. The same is true for the last general, if it is a real battle, the situation is compelling, and the troops have to be divided into eight routes, and the last general naturally has nothing to say, but if it is for a training exercise, it is too risky to divide the troops into eight routes, and the last general cannot agree. ”

"What if I said this was your last training?

"General, what do you mean ......?"

"The division is famous, and news came from Luoyang City three days ago that we are famous. The black-faced young man said calmly: "Now we are ready for everything, and we only owe the 'winter' wind." And what you have to do is get everything ready before the winter wind solstice. ”

Rong Xu Xuan's expression was solemn, and he hugged his fists and said: "The last general will go to prepare, and strive to finish this last training as quickly as possible." The Rong family army should meet the next war with the strictest military appearance. ”

Rong Xu Xuan turned his horse's head and beat the horse away.

The sound of horses' hooves stomping on the ground, the sound of broken ice edges, and the sound of whistling wind, rise and fall.

The black-faced boy reined in his horse's head and looked peacefully at the extremely northern steppe covered by ice edges in front of him.

Winter is coming, will spring be far away?

The black-faced boy grinned, every grass seed had been carefully hidden under the snow and ice, and it was only the spring breeze to wake it up.

The black-faced young man slowly closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he saw the scene of the dry grass blowing in the spring breeze on the extremely northern grassland.

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......

Weicheng has returned to its former prosperity.

There is a small earthen bag on the bank of Weishui that goes around Weicheng, and on top of the small earthen bag, there is an even smaller small earthen bag.

Li Mu, dressed in casual clothes, sat opposite the small dirt bag, and between the two of them was a pot of the best Du Kang wine from Luoyang City.

Li Mu raised his hand and filled the two empty wine bowls in front of him, picked up a bowl of wine and drank it all, "Old Chen, when you hear this good news, don't you want to drink a few more glasses? What bullshit is cold, what is the overlook of the Venerable Master, fuck it! I didn't dare to say anything before, but I think who dares to stop me now and won't let me say it." ”

Li Mu said with a drunken face: "It is said that the scourge will last for a thousand years, and I know that kid has a big life, and sure enough, even God can't kill him, hahaha......"

Li Mu threw away the wine bowl, directly picked up the wine jug and poured it violently, "Such a good wine, you can't drink it anyway, rather than pouring it on the ground and cheapening those flowers, grasses, insects and ants, it's better to get it cheaper." I'm not the kind of person who doesn't pay attention to it, and I will leave you a bowl of meaning. ”

Li Mu took a sip of wine and chattered for a long time.

After a pot of wine, Li Mu got up and staggered away.

Along with Li Mu leaving, there was also a middle-aged man dressed in black, the middle-aged man was smiling, with tears in his eyes, and his whole body was trembling slightly with excitement.

The middle-aged man asked tentatively, "General Li, is the young master really okay?"

Li Mu snorted.

The middle-aged man continued: "Then do you want me to bring some people to pick him up?"

Li Mu shook his head and said, "No need, if you can't even get out of a small Luoyang City, how can you see the vastness of heaven and earth." ”

The middle-aged man still didn't give up, "But the young master, his cultivation is still very low!"

"It's nothing, if the cultivation is low, go slower, and it will always arrive. Li Mu looked at the middle-aged man and said drunkly: "If you talk in front of me again, believe it or not, I will invite you to eat dog meat hot pot tonight." ”

The middle-aged man really stopped talking.

Li Mu glanced in the direction of Luoyang City, with endless mountains and rivers in between.

In a hazy state of drunkenness, Li Mu seemed to see a young man crossing thousands of mountains and rivers and trekking over.