Although he picked up a life from Ling Immortal Pavilion, looking at the tens of thousands of military horses and horn company camps, Qingqiu was sick and realized that everything had just begun.

He had to go to his father, it was not a matter of willingness or unwillingness, and how many people in this world were busy walking every day, and how many of them did things that he was happy with?

What's more, he was followed by the Black Wind Ridge and the Savage Valley, as well as many more Shanzhai natives, who were waiting to claim the "reward" that belonged to them from the Qingqiu family and was promised by Qingqiu's illness.

Qingqiu was sick and could only stiffen his scalp, holding a black cane in his hand, and swaying into the door.

As the city lord of Qingqiu City and the prime minister of the Bright Empire, the request spiritual power is now in his fifties, but he is as strong as a descendant in his thirties. Even when sitting, he still appears to be tall, with broad shoulders and thin but muscular arms. Sometimes I stay with Qingqiu when he is sick, but looking at his appearance, Qingqiu is sick, but he looks older.

When Qingqiu was sick and walked into the hall of the tea shed, the spiritual lord of Qingqiu was chatting with his only remaining sibling, Qingqiu Yuli, drinking fragrant tea. My uncle was a little fat, his head was bald, his chin was full of flesh, and he had a short, well-trimmed beard.

Qingqiu Yuli happened to face the gate and saw him first. "Sick nephew?" he said in surprise.

"Uncle," Qingqiu greeted with a sick smile, "Father, it's good to see you." ”

Qingqiu's spiritual power didn't move at all, and he looked at the cripple with a meaningful face. "It seems that the rumors that you are dead have been debunked. ”

"This must have disappointed you, Father, and I apologize for the inconvenience. Qingqiu was sick and said, "Don't jump up and hug me, I don't want you to twist your old waist." He walked across the room to the table, and as he went, he felt his misshapen legs swaying and stood out.

As long as Qingqiu's spiritual power's gaze stayed on him, Qingqiu was sick and uncomfortable remembering all his deformities and defects. "I really can't figure it out, are you gathering so many soldiers and horses for me?" he said, climbing into a chair and picking up the teapot and bowl on the table.

If he didn't pour the water himself, I'm afraid no one would greet him.

"I know how much my father loves you, even though you gave me such a big basket," Qingqiu Lingli replied. "If it were your brother, Qingqiu Youyong, he would not be captured alive by a woman. ”

"That's the difference between Youyong and me, he's much taller than me, but I have an extra leg than him. Qingqiu was sick and raised his black cane to show his father.

Qingqiu's spiritual power ignored his display. "It's a matter of family honor, and I have no choice but to send troops. Those who let the Qingqiu family shed blood will be punished, even if they are far away. ”

"Come on, Father, I'll get goosebumps if you keep talking," Qingqiu shivered symbolically, "Seriously, I didn't bleed a drop of blood, but it turned out that the guards my brother gave me were all gone." ”

"So you need a novice?" Qingqiu Lingli glanced at the ugly ghost son, "But you know, I am short of manpower here. ”

"Father, I don't need to bother you with this, I found a few myself, and they are right outside the door. He tried to take a sip of tea, and the aroma of the tea filled his mouth, which was very strong, and his mind seemed to be clearer. It's a pity that the proprietress who made good tea for a lifetime was hanged. "How's your war going?"

"So far, everything is going well," Uncle Qingqiu Yu Li replied, "Bu Yangchen is already a prisoner of the order, and the Murong family in the south has scattered the men and horses into small teams and sent them to the border to stop our surprise attack, and your father and I will destroy most of them before they can meet." ”

"You're so brave that you've caught all the dust. Qingqiu was sick and thought to himself that he should die, I really don't know how many strange and bizarre things happened during his absence. But he still smiled and said, "I'm really proud of you guys." ”

"The news of your brother's victory has come one after another," said his father Qingqiu Lingli, "Your brother set out from Qingqiu City, and has already defeated the vanguard led by Nalan Gangfeng in the south, and then fought a decisive battle with the Murong family under Wanghai City. ”

"We are exterminating their vassals one by one, and most of them are surrendered. Qingqiu Yuli said.

"So no one can stop you?" said Aoqiu.

"Not really," said Uncle Qingqiu Yu Li, "The Murong family's Wanghai City has not yet been breached, and the eastern border is ready to move, it's really damned." ”

"The eastern realm is not in the way," Qingqiu's spiritual power analyzed. "Unless they are sure that they can win by sending troops, the Shangguan family may not dare to act rashly. As for the other families, as long as Yong'er takes Wanghai City, they will surrender. As long as the Northern Underworld and the Golden Crow City do not send troops, this battle has been won. ”

"But why are they all in a mess? biting like a pack of mad dogs isn't necessarily for me. Qingqiu was sick and asked, "The Qingqiu family is going to war against the Seven Kingdoms?"

"At most, six, child, the Moyi family is gone. Qingqiu Yuli said that he had learned mathematics well, and he said with a little resentment, "It's all to blame for this Bu Yangchen of the Bu Yang family, spreading some rumors that your nephew is not qualified to be the emperor, it really deserves to be killed." ”

"If it were me, I wouldn't worry too much about Jinwu City. Qingqiu was sick and said, "But the North Underworld is different, you have always been so witty to take down their father, step into the dust." ”

"That's our hostage. Qingqiu Lingli said, "He is now rotting in the dark dungeon of Guangming City, and he can't lead troops to fight. ”

"Bu Yangchen really can't lead his troops to fight," Qingqiu Yu Li agreed with his brother's calligraphy, "but his son Bu Yangfei has gathered his vassals and is currently leading a large army to Beiwang Canyon." ”

"Brother, that's just a sixteen-year-old kid. Qingqiu Lingli said indifferently, "It's just a new sword that has never been on the battlefield, presumably the little ghost of the Buyang family likes the sight of the horn blowing and the flag fluttering." But the battlefield is like a massacre, and I'm afraid that his sword is not out of the sheath, and his pants are already wet. ”

Qingqiu listened quietly when he was sick, and roughly understood the various changes in the situation during his absence.

Shaking the brain shell, Qingqiu was sick and thought quickly. Now that Huang Fuxiong is dead, his nephew Huang Fuzhang has ascended the throne, which is equivalent to his sister Qingqiu Yourong dominating the government. Now that he is in prison, disputes are gradually rising.

The situation in the seven countries is bound to be greatly shaken.

"If you're interested in helping, I've got a task for you. "There are a few small families stirring up trouble in our rear and attacking our rear territory, will you go?"

Qingqiu snorted sickly. "It's just a few bugs making trouble, and if it's normal, I'd be happy to give these unruly creatures a little bit of color, but my father, I can come in handy. ”

"Really?" Qingqiu's spiritual power looked unmoved. "Then there's a dusty remnant, a guy named Bearface, God knows how he escaped and harassed our food and grass delivery team. Can you use your ability to run away and deal with him? Of course, you can't poke me out of the basket. ”

Qingqiu was sick and foamed at the back of his hand, and said with a smile, "Father, your trust in me is really touching, and the work assigned to me is so magnificent. Hmm, are you going to give me twenty, or fifty, are you sure you're pulling out so many hands?" he climbed out of his chair and staggered over to the fruit bowl on the other side of the table. "But first, I had to fulfill my promise, and the creditors were waiting outside the door. "I want two thousand helmets, two thousand armor, swords, spears, shields, battle axes, iron gloves, bracers, chain mail, knee pads...... and the wagons used to load these things. ”

Qingqiu's spiritual power was about to reprimand this crazy thing, when the door behind him was slammed open. The force was strong, and the apple in Qingqiu's sick hand almost rolled to the ground.

Qingqiu Yu cursed and jumped up, and the captain of the guard guarding the door flew through the room, loaded the stove of the tea shed, and rolled into the already cooled ashes, his helmet crooked to the side.

Blackstone followed in, snapped, and broke the guard's saber in two with his knees, which were as thick as tree trunks, and then he dropped his sword and swaggered into the hall.

"Tsing Yi Imp," Blackstone roared and angrily scolded the captain of the guard, "the next time you dare to draw a sword in front of your Grandpa Blackstone, I'll chop off your head." ”

Qingqiu was sick and sighed for a while, this black stone was so fierce that he had no ability to resist in front of the snow wolf who was walking in the shadow, and he thought that when he encountered that wolf in the future, he would try to make a detour.

"Didn't you say you'd wait outside? Qingqiu glanced at Heishi with a sick and complaining eye.

Several other natives followed Blackstone into the hall, like primitive tribes that had broken into civilization.

"What are these things?" Qingqiu Lingli looked at these nondescript things, and his tone was full of anger.

"Father, they escorted me all the way here," Aooka explained, "Can I leave them behind, they won't have much to eat." ”

No one laughed, and no one cared about Qingqiu's embarrassing joke that he was sick. "Do you barbarians know what kind of place this is?"

"Civilized people, you say we are barbarians?" If you remove the big black mole on the speaker's face, this man is still handsome, and the black mole man in the Savage Valley shouted with a stinging sting, "We are all free men, and we never accept waiting. ”

"Who is the leader of you?" asked Heishi's mother, Qi Ying.

"It must be one of these two old men. Blackstone said.

Qingqiu Yu Li reached out to draw his sword, but his brother stretched out two fingers and pressed them on his wrists to stop him.

Qingqiu's spiritual power remained silent. "There are sick children, your politeness is there, why don't you hurry up and help introduce these people...... A few extremely respectful guests. ”

Qingqiu was sick and laughed. "It's an honor, Father," he said, "this beautiful girl is Qi Ying from the Black Wind Mountains. ”

"I'm not a girl," Qi Ying protested, "my sons have already cut off sixty heads. ”

"May they cut sixty more. Qingqiu staggered away from him when he was sick, "This is Heishi, presumably you have been impressed by him just now, we should be lenient with him, and don't let him pay for this damaged door." Then he turned to the black mole man, "I haven't consulted the daimyo of this handsome big brother so far, but I know that he is from the Savage Valley, and when I hear it, it is a place where pure men stay." ”

"I'm Matt. The man with the black mole said his name.

"Okay, Matt, that's a good name. After speaking, he turned to a few people, "Let me introduce you to my father, the patriarch of the Qingqiu family, the lord of Qingqiu City, the prime minister of today, and the patriarch of Qingqiu spiritual power." ”

Qingqiu's spiritual power stood up, and his majestic momentum was completely in line with the above title. "Even in Qingqiu City in the distance, we have heard of the heroic deeds of the warriors of the various tribes of the Bright Moon Mountain Range from time to time. Ladies and gentlemen, what kind of wind blew you from your cottage here?"

"We didn't come by the wind, we came on horseback. Blackstone said with a serious face.

"He promised to give us clothes and weapons, and gold. Matt said.

Qingqiu's spiritual power looked at his ugly son suspiciously, and Qingqiu had to shrug his shoulders when he was sick and said that this was true. He was just about to open his mouth to explain the reason, but the door came in again with a person.

The herald in charge of the investigation entered the hall, glanced at Qingqiu's illness and several natives with strange eyes, and then knelt down on one knee in front of Qingqiu's spiritual power. "Lord Qiyu," he said, "General Anyang has asked me to report to you that the army of the Northern Underworld has left the Beiwang Gorge and is beginning to move south. ”

Qingqiu's spiritual power did not smile, but Qingqiu had already learned to observe his father's joyful expression when he was sick, and such a look was clearly written on his face at this moment. "So the wolf is finally out of the nest and ready to play with the hunters. He said in a slightly satisfied tone, "Very well, go back and tell General Anyang to send a message to the forward team headquarters, and retreat immediately, and not to engage the northerners until the main force of our army has arrived, but I hope that someone will harass the flanks of the other side and try to attract them to continue south." ”

"Everything is as you command. The herald strode away.

"The terrain here is good," Qingqiu Yuli said, "not only close to the foreshore, but also surrounded by craters and sharp piles. If they go south, I don't think it would be better to wait for work and lay a net of wolves here. ”

"I hope that little imp has the courage to come here, but I'm afraid that after seeing our troops, that little imp will lose the courage to run away. Qingqiu Lingli replied, "And the sooner we defeat the army of the Northern Underworld, the more we will be able to free up our hands to deal with the Emperor Fuyun of the Golden City." ”

Qingqiu Lingli stood back in the main seat of the hall and said to Qingqiu Yuli in a handsome tone: "Tell the drummer to ring the assembly order, and send someone to send a message to Qingqiu Youyong, so that he can come back and march together to fight a decisive battle with the army of the North Underworld." ”

"Yes. Qingqiu replied.

Qingqiu watched with interest as he turned to face the semi-savage natives, knowing that his father must have something in mind.

"I heard that all the men in the Black Wind Ridge are brave and fearless warriors?" Qingqiu asked the natives with spiritual power.

"That's right. Blackstone of Blackwind Ridge said.

"It's not just men," Qi Ying from the Black Wind Ridge glared at Qingqiu's spiritual power and spoke, "The women and girls of the Black Wind Ridge are all warriors who are not afraid of death, and each of them is enough to deal with you self-proclaimed civilized people with one top ten." ”

"Join me in the fight against the enemy, and I promise you all that my son promised, and even more. Qingqiu Lingli told them.

"How do we know you'll keep your promise," said Matt, who was not stupid from Savage Valley, "and we already have a son's promise, so why do we need a father?"

"I didn't say you 'need'," Qingqiu Lingli replied with a smile, full of admiration for the heroes and heroes, "I said politely, nothing else." You don't need to fight alongside us, the Snow Wolf Warband from the Northern Realm of the Winter Realm is made of Dark Ice, and they are unstoppable, and even my cavalry will flee when they encounter them. ”

Oops, this trick is beautiful, Qingqiu is sick and watched his father perform, with a sly smile on his face.

The natives were fooled.

"We are not afraid of anything in the Black Wind Ridge, who cares that he is from winter and summer, my knife makes them have no return. Blackstone said, "We in Blackwind Ridge are fighting with you. ”

"The places you have been to in the Black Wind Ridge are the places we have already been to in the Savage Valley. Not to be outdone, Matt said, "We'll go too." ”

"The patriarch of the green clothes, we will go with you to fight the northerners," Qi Ying also agreed. "But your crippled son will be with us. He traded all his promises for a life, and until we get everything he promised, his life is ours. ”

Qingqiu's spiritual power was so happy that he almost wanted to answer for his son, but he was still reserved and looked at his son Qingqiu with those yellow eyes.

"It is my pleasure, Father. Qingqiu replied helplessly when he was sick.

Subsequently, Qingqiu was ill and began to set about the resettlement of the nondescript troops he had brought.

When he approached the manager of the armory and said that he needed weapons and armor to equip the bandit troops brought from the mountains and forests, the old man had his eyes wide and his expression was as if he had been asked to hand over his daughter.

Qingqiu was sick and had to take out his father's edict, and the old man took action slowly.

"I hope your barbarians aren't as useless as you, or our sophisticated equipment will be wasted. Said the old man in the arsenal.

"Lord Steward, I promise my barbarians will put your gear to good use. Qingqiu replied sickly.

The Armory Master couldn't help but frown as he watched Blackstone pick up a pair of delicate battle axes made of black heavy steel with two moonblades.

"That guy at Blackstone loves to dicks with both hands. "Qingqiu is sick, so he has to enlighten the stubborn old man.

His own wooden axe was still hanging behind his back. The old man said.

"I guess what Blackstone means is that three axes are definitely better than two. Qingqiu said that he was sick.

Then there were a series of materials such as helmets, chain mail, war horses, tents, etc., running back and forth in the vast military camp to choke Qingqiu's sickness and tiredness, but finally settled one by one.

During the dinner in the evening, Uncle Qingqiu Yuli sat next to Qingqiu's illness. "We have an idea, and when we go to war, we plan to put you and your group of wildlings at the front. ”

Uncle's thoughts are usually the thoughts of his father's Qingqiu's spiritual power. Qingqiu was sick, and he had already stabbed a piece of meat with a dagger, and was sending it to his mouth, but when he heard this, he hurriedly put it down.

"Striker?" he repeated with some skepticism. Either his father has a subversive re-understanding of his abilities, or he intends to get rid of this son who is not as nondescript as a wild man once and for all.

As for whether it is the former or the latter, Qingqiu has a sense of foreboding because of his illness.

"They all look mighty. Uncle Qingqiu Yuli said.

"Weimeng?" Qingqiu is sick today, and he has been learning to repeat his uncle's words like a well-trained parrot, and he no longer has the heart to eat.

Father was going to send him to lead hundreds of indigenous savages with no military training to the front, could it be that he was as powerful and invincible as Mo Yiyan?

"Fuck it. Out of the dining tent, Qingqiu scolded when he was sick, and secretly regretted that he was scared to death by his mother, and he shouldn't have scolded his mother.

Looking at the endless starry sky, it is better to stay in the attic of Lingxian Pavilion, Qingqiu has a sick thought.