Shaking his head slightly, he left these thoughts behind.

No matter what kind of thing you do, it's not a good habit to be ambitious.

When Lin Yi came out of the quiet room, it was already the next morning.

The morning light awakens the sleeping earth and brings light and warmth to the world.

A new day begins.

The plan of the day lies in the morning, and the plan of the year lies in the spring.

In Changle Mansion, there are already Taoist priests who have begun to climb the mountain, not only to exercise their bodies, but also to choose a good place to breathe in and practice qi. There are Taoist children reciting Taoist scriptures, the sound of books, and handymen cleaning.

Everything is in order and in order.

Lin Yi took in all this, bowed his head slightly, and then set his eyes on the vast land.

The world is like a game, and all living beings are chess.

Many people can only see one or two moves in the future, but a smart chess player can see more and see farther.

Lin Yi looked at the spring and vibrant earth, spring has come, so will autumn be far away?

What are the chess players who are qualified to fall in the overall situation of the world doing?

In the Netherworld, Zhu Hongwu subdued the ghosts and gods of the underworld, locked the seventy-two earth evil caves that communicated with the yang world, and worked hard to eliminate the evil consequences of the yin and yang war, so that the climate of this year was not so abnormal.

The people, who have been tormented by drought and flood disasters in the past few years, have finally been given a chance to breathe.

The Jurchen tribe in the northeast, Nurhachi is like a divine helper, refusing to accept the iron-blooded suppression internally, punching Goryeo externally, and kicking Mongolia, which can really be described as the destiny of heaven and swallowing mountains and rivers.

The Dharma kings of Tibetan Tantric Buddhism frequently appeared and held bloody sacrifices again and again, exchanging the lives of countless serfs for the improvement of their own strength.

Countless pieces of information converged on Changle Mansion, and Lin Yi was busy cultivating, throwing all these things to Wang Changyue to deal with.

Closed a few times, summer is coming.

After a few more retreats, autumn has arrived.

Emperor Zhaode had been preparing for the northern expedition for more than a year, and finally kicked off.

"Ten thousand wins, ten thousand wins, ten thousand wins."

On the high platform of the schoolyard in the east of the city, accompanied by a deafening shout, Lin Yi took over the sword of the Son of Heaven, which symbolized authority, from the hands of Emperor Zhaode. From this moment on, he was the supervisor of this northern expedition.

"This northern expedition, please ask the real person." Emperor Zhaode.

"Please rest assured." Lin Yidao.

The civil and military officials on both sides glared angrily at Lin Yi's "demon way", but unfortunately no one had the courage to jump out and shout and kill.

The army marched north, the flag covered the sky, the soldiers pointed out, and the ghosts cried and howled.

What made several generals who commanded the army happy was that this Qingxuan Zhenren was not like those civil servants, who obviously didn't understand anything, but they pointed fingers and commanded indiscriminately all day long.

But they never imagined that after the army left Shanhaiguan, Lin Yi had left quietly.

What remains in the army is just a stand-in to confuse others.

………………

Lin Yi hung the Longyuan Sword on his waist, carried the Sword of the Son of Heaven on his back, and stepped into Changbai Mountain.

This endless mountain was called "Buxian Mountain" in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, "Taibai" in the Northern Wei Dynasty, "White Mountain" and "Taibai Mountain" in the Sui and Tang Dynasties, until the Liaojin Dynasty, it was named "Changbai Mountain" in Chinese, and has been continued.

Historically, after the Jurchens established the Jin Kingdom in the northeast, they regarded Changbai Mountain as "the land of prosperity" and "the town of the old state", and were first crowned kings, then honored as emperors, and established temples to worship.

Lin Yi stepped out and entered another space.

There are earth, mountains and rivers, the sun, moon and stars, and many people dressed as Jurchen people live in it.

"What a kingdom of God." Lin Yi praised.

Before the words fell, he had already pulled out the Son of Heaven Sword on his back, and a dragon roar came, and the vast Son of Heaven Dragon Qi turned into a five-clawed divine dragon, and then a divine dragon swung its tail, breaking the space, and countless Yin soldiers and gods would come like a tide.

This is a war between the Great Ming Dragon Court and the Jurchen Ancestral Land.

At every moment, there are Heavenly Soldiers and Yin Spirits who die in battle, and then reborn and thrown into the battlefield again.

Fragments of shattered souls floated around, like foam in the sun, and then burst after they brood.

At this moment, justice and evil are so pale, and survival or destruction is the eternal theme.

The winner is king, and the loser is cole.

Compared with the accumulation of the Daming Dragon Court over the past hundreds of years, the power of the Jurchen Ancestral Land seems to be a little thin, and it is gradually exhausted.

Outside, Nurhachi was convening his subordinates to discuss the matter of facing the Ming army, but he didn't expect that his ancestral land was already facing the crisis of falling.

"Blood sacrifice, the ancestral god needs a blood sacrifice to be able to recover his strength." The great wizard of the tribe waved the bone staff in his hand and kept shouting.

Ten slaves, a hundred slaves, a thousand slaves......

The butcher's knife was wielded, and the blood flowed like a river.

Endless resentment, unwillingness, anger, mixed with bloody qi, poured into the Jurchen ancestral land.

The blood-stained Jurchen Yin Soul has greatly increased its lethality one by one, and ordinary Yin soldiers are injured when they rub it, and they die when they touch it.

Seeing this, Lin Yi raised the sword of the Son of Heaven in his hand and said, "Edict, Nine Heavens Ganlin, save the soul." ”

The yang and harmony qi between heaven and earth converged and turned into drop after drop of rain, falling on those Jurchen Yin souls who were contaminated by the bloody qi.

When the bloody aura fades, it is the incense power that condenses the Yin Soul Law Body, and it is also washed away. The clean Yin Soul is attracted to the Netherworld and reluctantly plunges into it.

Outside the world, the crazy blood sacrifice of the Jurchen clan is still continuing, and the war between the Daming Dragon Court and the Jurchen Ancestral Land is not over yet.

But Lin Yi understood that the result was doomed.

A month later, the majestic and domineering dragon qi of the Son of Heaven swept across the Jurchen ancestral land, and a god was forced to wake up from his slumber.

In the void, two purple suns kept colliding.

Lin Yi, who retired after success, had already left. The rest of the things were far from something that he could casually mix in as a second-order mage.

The Jurchen people, who were greatly injured, hid in the mountains and forests and licked their wounds silently.

Lin Yi returned to the Northern Expeditionary Army, announced the order of Emperor Zhaode, and the Northern Expeditionary Army was transformed into a cantonment regiment and took root in the northeastern land.

Grain, farm tools, seeds, and some people's families are constantly being sent to the northeast.

The development of the Northeast of the Ming Dynasty began in this way.

Three months later, the north wind was steep and the water was dripping into ice.

In this cold and freezing weather, Lin Yi climbed the main peak of Changbai Mountain with great interest, carved stone Jigong, sealed Changbai Mountain, and town Heishui River.

In the void, the Jurchen Ancestral God, who had been suppressed by Zhu Hongwu, let out an unwilling roar. A godhead composed of countless talismans flew out, blooming with an incomparably dazzling divine light from the inside out.