After a short time, Ji He left the castle tower and sent people to various villages and towns in the south to find people who were familiar with Qingshi Mountain in order to pave the way for his plan.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs, and he turned his head to see that it was Ji, this guy was carrying a ** bag and was stepping downstairs.

"People bring," Ji descended the stairs.

"What's the sack?" he didn't have to look to know that the sack was filled with Wuqu.

"Follow Childe Jingmi's orders," Ji said again.

"Okay," he said suddenly, pointing to the room on the west side, "send it in, don't stun people in the future, carry them savagely, and it's not good to beat people out of trouble." ”

"Okay," Ji nodded and turned around.

......

After a while, a blue light flashed in the room, and Ji opened the door and walked out.

"Is the barrier ready?" he asked, tilting his head from the side of his chair, and on the table in front of him lay a parchment map with Chinese characters and a route map for the frontal march.

"It has been arranged, wear this talisman to avoid the influence of the enchantment, and come and go as you please," Ji walked over as he spoke, and casually condensed two palm-sized wooden signs.

"Great, give me one and the other for Ji He, and I will let him take care of Wuqu personally," Meng Yun put down the ink pen and took it, and found that there were fluctuations in the spiritual energy of the wood on the wooden plaque.

"It's up to you," Ji said.

"Be careful these days, if someone forcibly breaks into the wizard tower, don't forcibly block it, just protect the spirit body of the wizard," he said as he put away the two wooden cards, and then took out a stone ball from his bosom, "This is the spirit guide of the spirit, give you one, if it is within a hundred miles, he can rush over in the blink of an eye." ”

"Okay," Ji nodded and accepted the stone ball.

......

From today onwards, the city will be busier than ever, almost everyone is preparing for the war, no one knows what the outcome will be, but everyone knows that the food will run out one day.

The second floor of the castle tower, in the middle of the night.

On the table, the flames of several oil lamps kept jumping up and down, and beside the lamps were placed various decrees, almost all of which had been issued before, but in two versions, one of which was compiled by the clerk and the other was his draft, and the comparison between the two was his method of literacy.

At this moment, the lights flickered, a breeze blew from the front window, and Qingyi's figure quickly appeared, she did not deliberately hide the aura fluctuations.

He didn't turn his head to know that it was Qingyi, everyone's aura fluctuations are different, just like when people speak, almost all have their own unique timbre.

"What are you doing?" Qingyi said softly.

"I'm learning to write," he said, putting down the pen in his hand, turning around and looking up with a smile.

Qingyi knelt down beside him and sat down, "Didn't Mr. Turtle teach you?"

"It likes to go to bed early and play, and I don't have time during the day," Meng Yun said.

"Can I read it," Qingyi pointed to the words he had written on the low table.

"Here," Meng Yun pushed a few sheepskin rolls over, tilting his head to admire Qing Yi's side face.

"It's a bit inappropriate to use this word here, and ...... here"

Qingyi was wearing a pine green long dress, wearing a light veil on her face as always, and her body exuded a faint fragrance, except for a slightly weird dark blonde hair, it can basically be said that from appearance to temperament, the whole person can be called perfect, but the most important thing is that her cultivation is ridiculously high.

......

The next day, it was a little cloudy.

After arranging the affairs in the city, he and Jing Jian hurried all the way to the Dangshan Mausoleum, and the two of them set off early in the morning and arrived at the place before the sun set.

It is a valley surrounded by mountains on three sides.

On the north side of a cliff, carved with two giants holding spears, up to more than 100 feet, hideous faces, very majestic, the entrance of the mausoleum is at the feet of the giants.

In order to build a mausoleum, I can think of hollowing out a mountain, and this brain hole is also quite powerful.

"Wo Nima, your father is Qin Shi Huang, right?" Meng Yun couldn't help but sigh.

"Who is Qin Shi Huang?" Jingjian wondered.

"Nobody, just casually," he said, he turned his head and pointed to the cliff, "Hollowing out the belly of the mountain to build a mausoleum, who came up with this idea?"

"Naturally, it's my father," Kami said.

"How did you build the mausoleum in this place, your ancestors are also here?" Meng Yun asked, pouting.

"Twenty years ago, there was a sorcerer who was good at divination, and he once said to his father that the east has dragon energy, and if it is buried here in a hundred years, the royal family's luck can be extended for ten thousand years," Jing Jian paused when he said this, "The tomb of the ancestors is not here. ”

"Luck?" He didn't know if this dragon qi was talking about, but the dragon pond where he lived before was not close to this place, so it had to be thousands of miles away, and he shouldn't be able to borrow any qi from such a distance.

At this moment, a soldier came forward to salute the scene, "It's getting late, please enter the tent and rest." ”

"Brother Yun, please," Jing Jian raised his hand at him instead.

In this place, the soldiers did not recognize him.

......

In the entire valley camp, there are bonfires rising everywhere, whether it is soldiers or slaves, they are burying pots and cooking at the moment, under the notice of Jingjian, the slaves have stopped working for several days, and the Northern Xuan Kingdom is in danger, and it doesn't matter whether to build a mausoleum or not.

Jing saw that his father was a strong man, and during his reign for decades, he had almost always adopted a high-pressure military policy against the northern barbarians and the alien tribes in the northwest, and the northwest tribes were bitter. It not only protects the border people, but also expands the land.

This move seems to be a good deal, but then the matter is also obvious, excessive deployment of forces, rushing to the northwest tribe with troops, ignoring the barbarians who are eyeing the side and secretly accumulating strength, causing the latter to capture the giant spirit city, all the way straight in, and put the entire Northern Xuan Kingdom into his pocket.

He walked around the camp, and he was very impressed by these slaves, who were unusually tall and mighty, and their height was generally about 1.9 meters.

What kind of concept is this? There is no harm without comparison, his height difference is two centimeters and one meter eight, and the soldiers of Blackwater City are generally about one meter six, to defeat such a group of people, it is basically conceivable how many troops have to be used.

In other words, it's a bunch of fierce people.

After chatting with a few slaves for a while, when he returned to the tent, Jingmi was discussing the withdrawal of troops with the camp commander and several officials.

It was his business to pardon slaves without permission.

......

The next morning, he asked people to do two things, and in the center of the Dangshan camp, he set up a simple ring and prepared a table of wine and meat. The officials and generals of the Dangshan camp had known the purpose of his trip long beforehand, but when they heard that he was going to gather tens of thousands of slaves at a time, they came to persuade him not to do so.

The entire Dangshan camp is only 5,000 garrisons, and 40,000 slaves will be gathered at one time, and once something goes wrong at that time, it will easily turn into a riot, and many people are worried that they will not be able to control the situation.

The end result was obvious, he did not heed the warnings of the men, and in fact he gave an even more exciting order to cut off the anklets of the slaves!

Dangshan camp, nine o'clock in the morning.

Tens of thousands of slaves were gathered, and the huge crowd was talking, almost guessing his identity and what his intentions were, and five thousand garrisons were stationed around with weapons, and every soldier was sweating in his palms, knowing that this was a group of fierce men.

In the ring, several officials stood behind him, looking nervous.

"Slave status is not innate," Meng Yun looked around the crowd indifferently, and with his shout, the crowd gradually quieted down, "Everyone here used to be real warriors, but why did they end up like this?"

"Hmph, what kind of thing are you in terms of momentary success or failure?" said a person in the front row disdainfully.

"That's right, just because you are the vanquished!" Meng Yun scolded angrily as he glared at the other party.

The slave who spoke, I didn't expect him to have such a big reaction, so he shrunk his neck and stopped talking.

"There is no place for the loser at the winner's banquet!" Meng Yun shook his hand angrily and shouted, "This is why I can stand on the stage, but you only deserve to stand under the stage!"

At the moment when he finished scolding, the audience was already angry, everyone clenched their fists, every pair of eyes were on fire, several people behind him were frightened, and Jingjian had never seen him angry, and he didn't dare to squeak in a daze.

In fact, he didn't know why he was so angry.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, and the whole person quickly calmed down and said, "But it wasn't me who gave you slave status, and I won't recognize your slave status!"

As soon as he said this, many slaves had doubts in their eyes, and they couldn't understand what he meant by that.

"After all, I am willing to give you a chance, whoever has the ability to force me out of the ring will be pardoned as a slave immediately, and even this table of wine and meat is his," Meng Yun pointed to a table of wine and meat next to him and said coldly, "If anyone can defeat or kill me, everyone present will be pardoned! Who dares to come?"

At this moment, there were people in the crowd who kept doubting him, "Who are you?" "Who are you?" "Who are you?" and "Who knows if you will be beheaded if you are killed......

Meng Yun sneered and pointed to Jing Jian on the side, "This is the future monarch of the Northern Xuan Kingdom, and I am the supreme military commander, do you think my words count?"

Even he himself had to admit that he was completely talking nonsense with his eyes open, Jing Jian is the second son of the current monarch, and there is a brother of a compatriot on it, and it is not his turn to sit on the throne, as for his identity, it is even more ridiculous.

He was just pushed up to save the scene by Jing Jian and others on a whim, and he couldn't talk about any commander at all, this term was purely made up by him.

In this world, the appointment of any high-ranking general can only take effect if the monarch makes the decision, otherwise it will be nonsense no matter how much he says, but then again, whether he says it or not, and whether others believe it or not, these are two different things......