The ox, of a different species, was as large as a hill, blue all over, with red eyes, and its hooves were on fire, and it walked through the air, dragging the ox cart on the plain.

It's just that this frame looks very simple compared to its owner's identity.

However, Mr. Cheng and Lao Shuai saw the ox cart and immediately saluted.

"Your Majesty, your Majesty. ”

The green ox with its four hooves on fire stopped.

The ox cart was shrouded in a thin veil, and there were many figures inside, and a faint purple light appeared.

There was a "click" sound in the car.

It's like someone knocking pine nuts or something.

Accompanied by this "click" sound, someone said, "No courtesy." ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Mr. Cheng and Lao Shuai said in unison.

The former moved his sore joints, while the latter took a step forward and bowed to the ox cart in front of him with a more solemn bow: "The old minister is guilty." ”

There was a sound in the car, which seemed to be a little muffled, as if it was chewing something in its mouth.

"There are merits, there are passes, and the merits and demerits do not offset each other, so go back and receive the punishment yourself. ”

When the old man heard this, he said respectfully: "Thank you, Lord Longen." ”

After saying that, he got up, stood aside with his hands tied, and watched the ox cart start again and head in the direction of Xiqin.

And this old marshal himself did not return to the border to re-command the team, but honestly returned to the Eastern Zhou Imperial City.

Mr. Cheng held an oil-paper umbrella under his arm, followed the ox cart, and said as he walked: "Attacking Western Qin without asking for instructions, and making Tianhe an enemy, this will naturally be punished, but Marshal Hu is indeed a person who is dedicated to the public and has no selfish desires, and only wants to open up territory for my Great Zhou, and he doesn't want to embarrass Your Majesty, and he is ready to take responsibility." ”

"Don't rush to intercede for him, I can trust Lao Hu's character. There was a "rattle" in the ox cart, like knocking open a fruit shell.

Mr. Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, it can't be easily opened.

The so-called "will not be subject to the orders of the monarch outside" should also be divided into specific situations.

The internal punishment of the old man in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty is inevitable, and the right is to remind the rest of his family.

But for people outside the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, this one in the ox cart obviously didn't intend to pay attention.

There was no shortage of conflicts between the Eastern Zhou Dynasty and the Western Qin Dynasty, and the tension between them was no less than that of the Ancient God Sect and the Southern Chu Dynasty.

At present, a large area of the Western Qin Dynasty has been incorporated into its own territory, and as far as the Eastern Zhou Dynasty is concerned, it is naturally a work to open up the territory and expand the territory keenly grasping the opportunity.

Mr. Cheng asked: "That minister went to the army of the Western Expedition......"

The sound of "clicking" in the ox cart was endless, and the mouths of the people in the cart were non-stop: "It's all right now." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. Mr. Cheng understood.

He returned alone to the mountain range at the junction of the Zhou-Qin border.

The Eastern Zhou people, who were still quietly waiting here, were slightly relieved when they heard the will.

As a result of the old handsome surnamed Hu, including the old handsome himself, everyone is psychologically prepared.

The only suspense is what His Majesty will do with the territory he has already occupied after he leaves the customs.

Tianhe is a lineage, and these days there are often people running back and forth, trying to eliminate the smoke of gunpowder between Zhou and Qin.

Now that His Majesty's will has been lowered, the attack on Western Qin will come to an end.

But there is no possibility of returning the territory that he has laid down with his ability.

The next step is the stage of sorting out and digesting, and for Dong Zhou, this trip has made huge profits.

After Mr. Cheng had arranged everything, he set out to chase the ox cart again.

Ox carts, all the way to Zhengyang City.

The results of the tacit acquiescence of the Eastern Zhou generals were due to the Eastern Zhou Dynasty's own considerations.

But Zhengyang City also has to help break the siege and help the old sword immortal.

"Win the old people, they must have seen Yun Lao at this moment, right?" After Mr. Cheng caught up with the ox cart, he sat on the front wheel of the car and acted as a charioteer.

On the way here, before he reached the boundary of Xiqin, Elder Tianhe had already heard the news and rushed to see the empress who had left the customs, but he was stopped by Mr. Cheng.

The other party had no choice but to leave, presumably he would explain the situation to the old sword fairy.

The person in the car made an "um" in his nose.

Mr. Cheng was very helpless: "Your Majesty, although I also believe that with Yun Lao's mind and bearing, he will not be instigated by others, but we still have to do some face-saving work." ”

With a "click" sound, the person in the car tossed an almond and fell into his mouth: "Except for Yun Lao and a few people, the people of Tianhe are getting more and more verbose, and they are too lazy to listen to their nonsense." ”

Mr. Cheng smiled bitterly.

As long as you are human, you may have your own thoughts.

On the whole, most of the people of Tianhe act decently.

But also old-fashioned and stubborn.

For more than 100 years, Tianhe has supported the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.

After the old sword fairy himself only cares for the old people, the people in the Tianhe do not regard themselves as saviors.

However, some people in Tianhe have more or less formed a sense of overseer, and they are blind to some of the actions of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, and often have the intention of correcting them.

"Your Majesty, although many suggestions from people in Tianhe are unrealistic, no matter what, it can be regarded as another voice, and it is clear if you listen to it. Mr. Cheng admonished.

"Don't. The man in the car said without thinking.

"It's too tiring to be a Ming Jun, and being a faint Jun is more suitable for me. ”

Mr. Cheng almost had the urge to roll his eyes: "Your Majesty, you are really too modest, and the faint monarch is still far away from you."

Of course, it would be better if you could be a little more diligent. ”

"Eating, drinking, and having fun is more suitable for me. The Empress slowly cracked open a pine nut and savored the taste of the pine nut.

Mr. Cheng's eyes finally rolled out: "With all due respect, Your Majesty, you have moved the treasury three times to fill the inner treasury for the purpose of eating and drinking, and you really have to look at it by the standards of a faint monarch, and you are also quite unambitious......"

Before he finished speaking, he was hit on the back of his head by a pine nut shell thrown out of the car.

Mr. Cheng sighed deeply.

"Your Majesty, you are fine with everything, but sometimes you are too childish. ”

The middle-aged coachman looked at the huge green bull in front of him with a depressed face.

Because he hated the green bull view, he gave up the dragon chariot to sit in the ox cart since he was a child, and did not ride the dragon to ride the bull, this kind of child's vindictive behavior can also be done by his own majesty.

Even after ascending the throne as the emperor and sitting on an equal footing with the Qingniu Guanguan, this habit has not changed.

As a result, he is now acting as a royal for her, and she can only drive ox carts......

If there is any progress, it is that the green cattle used to drive the car have been continuously upgraded from ordinary mortal breeds to rare and exotic species.

"It's good to be a baby. The man in the car clicked and clicked the dried fruit again.

Mr. Cheng was once again full of helplessness.

He was about to say something, but suddenly he closed his mouth, and his face became calm and steady again, and he turned his head to look into the distance.

"Your Majesty, like the people of Qingniuguan and Nanchu. Mr. Cheng said.

"It's not like, it's just that. The person in the car said casually: "Move faster, let's go to Zhengyang City." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. Mr. Cheng held an oil-paper umbrella under his arm, jumped off the ox cart, and drifted away in the wind and rain.

Ahead, among the mountains and rivers of West Qin, a big battle is breaking out.

Half of the sky is full of purple energy, and the huge Taiji diagram formed by the intersection of yin and yang fish seems to replace the sun in the sky.

In the other half of the sky, there is a sea of pure gold and fire, and there is no edge in sight.

There is a golden dragon light and shadow, which rises and falls.

The purple qi side is an old Taoist priest.

In this battle of the Western Qin, the Lord of the Qingniu Guanguan has never appeared, and the Qingniuguan is the current Taoist who has a number of elders to preside over the overall situation.

On the other side, in the sea of golden light and fire, there is an old man whose beard and hair seem to have turned into gold, dressed in the luxurious costumes of the royal family, and his momentum is extraordinary.

As the king of Yuyang, who is two generations older than the current Chu Emperor, he is also a top master of Southern Chu, and he cultivates most of the time on weekdays, and only in such a big battle as the current time does he go out of the mountain to fight for Southern Chu.

The two sides each showed their strengths in the Taiqing Sutra and the glorious spectrum, and fought upside down in the land of Western Qin, but they were all to occupy this territory.

They are the central battlefield, and no one dares to approach.

On the periphery of the battlefield, there are more Qingniu Guan Zhenchuan and Southern Chu masters, who are fighting a big battle.

However, from the center to the periphery, everyone suddenly slowed down.

While guarding the enemy on the opposite side, everyone looked into the distance vigilantly.

Suddenly clouds filled the sky and kept moving towards them.

As the clouds approached, a continuous drizzle fell, washing the heavens and the earth.

Golden flames, low fire.

The vast purple qi dissipates and retreats.

Heaven and earth are completely covered with rain.

A figure with an oil-paper umbrella under his arm appeared between the old Taoist priest and the king of Yuyang of Southern Chu.

The pressure on both sides to make moves fell on him alone, but it quickly disappeared invisibly.

Mr. Cheng bent down and pounded his sore joints.

"The two of them should be stronger, and Cheng's rusty arms and legs are really unbearable. ”

Having said that, the middle-aged man looked relaxed.

On the other hand, there are his two opponents, both with more solemn expressions than before.

"Master Yu, Uncle Cheng is ......" The two of them said in unison, and their faces seemed to be more gloomy than the rain clouds in the sky.

Uncle Cheng smiled kindly: "Your Majesty of this dynasty came out of the customs to calm the scourge of the war here, please stop and disperse." ”

The old Taoist priest took a deep breath: "Your Majesty, you have arrived here?"

Uncle Cheng shook his head: "Please forgive me, Your Majesty is not a guest at the moment, so I asked me to come to see the two of you, and ask the two of you to withdraw from Western Qin." ”

The old Taoist priest looked at Uncle Cheng: "Then did you also spit out the occupied land of Western Qin in the Eastern Zhou?"

"You don't have to worry about it. Uncle Cheng said.

King Yuyang of Nanchu sneered: "You Dongzhou are thick-skinned. ”

Uncle Cheng moved his sore neck: "I don't dare to be, but if the two of you never retreat, you still need the skin of your skin to be thick enough." ”

As he spoke, all the Southern Chu Martial Artists and Qingniu Martial Artists felt that the rain that fell from the sky had changed suddenly.

Every drop of rain seems to become a sharp blade that penetrates the world!

When a drop of rain falls, it directly pierces their protective energy.

The rain did not get heavier.

But the drizzle continued, and the whole world seemed to be beaten into a sieve, and the scars were not enough to describe its desolation.

Most of the people present instantly fell down in pieces as if they had been blown down by the torrential rain and wind.