The north and south of the river, spring comes and winter.

Green trees sprout new sprouts, and migratory birds come and go back to the south.

Winter is gone without a trace, and spring comes to the branches.

The branches in the spring are more in the heart.

In the spring of three years, the Central Plains, which has experienced countless wars and smoke, finally ushered in a moment of tranquility, as if to let it rest and take a breath, so that it can have a fuller spirit to meet the next wave of wolf smoke and war.

In a broad sense, the Central Plains refers to the entire Dazheng, east to Houjian, west to Baozhu, north to the grassland, and south to southern Xinjiang. In a narrow sense, the Central Plains refers to the area south of the North Land, north of the Great River, and centered on the Eastern Capital.

If it is divided according to a narrow sense, the "world" of Dazheng is roughly divided into the Central Plains, the Northeast, the Northwest, Jiangnan, Lingnan, and Southern Xinjiang, of which five states in the northwest and three states in the northeast, the Central Plains includes six states in the north, five states in the south of the Yangtze River, two states in Lingnan, and two states in southern Xinjiang, a total of four capitals and 23 states.

Aside from the barren and sparsely populated four prefectures of Lingnan and southern Xinjiang, there are 19 prefectures.

The hall is full of three thousand guests, and one sword is cold in nineteen states.

If you get these nineteen states, you will win the whole world.

World.

Endless conquest and killing, not just for these two words.

In this war, in addition to the Northeast and Lingnan, the rest of the places have been affected to varying degrees, the northwest is fine, after all, it is already poor and white, at most it has destroyed a lot of military villages, and Jiangnan is famous for its wealth is very different, it can be called a broken muscle, looking at the whole Huzhou, a depression, and no longer half of the world's granary of the rich scene.

After the Northwest Army withdrew from Huzhou, the situation in Jiangnan was divided between Jiangdu and the White Lotus Sect on the surface, but in fact, people with a discerning eye knew that whether it was Jiangdu or the White Lotus Sect, it was just Lu Qian's right and left hands. Just like Xiao Yu's Northwest and Taoism, Shepherd's Northeast and Buddhism, Xiao Lie's Central Plains and Confucianism, Houjian and Demon Sect, Weiguo and Sword Sect, King Kong Temple and Baozhu Fruit, rely on each other and rely on each other.

As the supreme ruler of the five states in the south of the Yangtze River, Lu Qian personally came to Huzhou, a land that had been poisoned by the war, not to inspect the people's and military's conditions, but to come.

Now the Northwest Army led by Lan Yu still occupies Shuzhou, which means that the northwest gateway of the entire Jiangnan is still controlled by Xiao Yu.

On the other hand, Xiao Lie in Jiangbei has a big river and natural dangers, so there is no need to worry about it for the time being.

As Xiao Jin said, among all the princes in the world, although Lu Qian has an army of one million, his military strength is uneven, and his combat power is the weakest. In the first battle of Huzhou, even if there were the characteristics of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, the Northwest Iron Cavalry could not give full play to its advantages, but the million-strong army in the south of the Yangtze River was still completely defeated by more than 100,000 Northwest Army.

Although Huzhou has now returned to the hands of Lu Qian, the so-called Huzhou defense line is like a sieve, and the army that has re-entered Huzhou has retreated in Xiangyang, Xiangfan, and Jiangling, allowing those guerrillas to scatter and toss in Huzhou. In the final analysis, the initiative is still in Xiao Yu's hands.

This is what Lu Qian can't bear the most.

Lu Qian is the lord of Jiangnan, so Zhang Chuanting is the first person in Jiangnan. During this inspection of Huzhou, in order to show solemnity, Lu Qian and Zhang Chuanting walked together, which made Huzhou's officials, large and small, tremble.

Hanshui, originating in Shaanzhou, passes through Huzhou.

At this moment, Lu Qian and Zhang Chuanting were standing on the bank of the Han River, looking at the rolling river, Lu Qian sighed with emotion: "Xiangyang City was built on the Han River, in the last years of the Great Chu, the Houjian Iron Cavalry destroyed all the way and captured most of the world of the Great Chu. ”

Speaking of this, Lu Qian sneered, "But what about our Xiangyang City? The garrison of 300,000 troops, relying on Xiangfan and Xiangfan, was conquered by the Northwest Army in just over a month. Is it because the Northwest Army is too good at fighting, or is our Jiangnan Army too good at fighting?"

Zhang Chuanting was silent for a while, and then slowly spoke: "Tingyi, there is a sentence that I don't know whether to say or not. ”

Lu Qian smiled: "Brother Boya, but it's okay to talk about it. ”

Zhang Chuanting pointed in the direction of Shuzhou, "Last winter, the Tang family in Shuzhou was wiped out, except for those who defected to Xiao Yu and those who ran to our Jiangnan, the rest of the people died. I heard that before the old lady of the Tang family was destroyed in Jincheng, the younger generations of the family persuaded him to go to Jiangnan for temporary refuge, so as to preserve his vitality and facilitate the secondment of our Jiangnan army to recapture Shuzhou in the future. But the old lady of the Tang family said a word. ”

Lu Qian turned his head to look at Zhang Chuanting and asked curiously, "What did you say?"

Zhang Chuanting said in a deep voice: "He said that the Northwest Army is all veterans of a hundred battles, and the one million homeless people gathered by Luo Zengxian from the south of the Yangtze River, they can't even ride horses, such homeless people, even if there are one more million people, are useless and can't win." ”

Lu Qian nodded, looked at Han Shui again, and sighed: "Jiang is old and spicy, the old man is really in a word, this army of one million homeless people was killed by the Northwest Army." ”

Lu Qian looked up at the towering Xiangyang not far from Hanshui, and said: "Xiao Jin came to Jiangnan to see me, knew the benefits and disadvantages, and clearly defined the situation, and finally persuaded me and agreed to let Lanyu retreat. As a reward, he made a secret agreement with me on behalf of Xiao Yu, stating that he would return Huzhou and give up Shuzhou, but at the moment, he Xiao Mingguang still let Lan Ruiyu occupy Shuzhou, but he didn't plan to admit it. ”

When Lu Qian said this, he seemed to think of something, and laughed at himself: "Also, since ancient times, I owe someone one or two pieces of silver, and it is my grandson who owes the debt, but I owe one million taels of silver to others, and the one who owes the debt is the uncle. ”

Zhang Chuanting, who was standing on the side behind Lu Qian, sighed and said, "Tingyi, there is a saying that Xiao Jin is right, what we need most is time. Therefore, the top priority at the moment is to take advantage of the fact that the war on all sides is about to stop, use the wealth of the south of the Yangtze River to organize and train a new army, improve military strength, and not to mix the troubled waters of the Central Plains in a short period of time, but can only develop with peace of mind, in order to take advantage of the opportunity in the future. ”

Lu Qian thought deeply and said, "What Brother Boya said is extremely true. ”

The two continued to walk slowly along the riverbank, and after walking for about half a mile, they came to Xiangyang City, Lu Qian stopped, pointed to Xiangyang City and said: "Where do you look at the south of the Yangtze River? This time I came to Xiangyang, I first planned to rectify military affairs, and secondly, I wanted to build Xiangyang into an iron city.

With that, Lu Qian walked straight towards Xiangyang City.

Xiangyang City opened its gates.

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10,000 acres of bamboo forest.

Fu Chen, dressed in white, stood on top of a green bamboo that stood off other bamboos and closed his eyes.

The green bamboo moves with the wind, moves with the waves of the bamboo sea, and Fu Chen moves with the green bamboo, his clothes are fluttering, and he suddenly looks like a fairy.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, the originally gentle spring breeze suddenly stopped.

Qingzhu also stopped.

Fu Chen, who was standing on the bamboo, also stopped.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the sky, a smile blooming on his face.

Then, the smile slowly expanded, taking over the entire face.

Fu Chen laughed loudly.

The laughter shook countless bamboo leaves, shook the entire bamboo forest from side to side, and shook the clouds in the sky.

Fu Chen was very happy in his heart.

The real person who taught him and threatened him, the master brother, finally left, ascended to the sky, ascended, and crossed the gate of heaven to the boundless mystical world that could never be turned back.

I can never go back to this turbid world.

The four masters who went to send Brother Zichen Dao to heaven also ended up with a great loss of vitality.

I can't come out for a while to make waves.

The Dao Sect was fighting among itself and was too busy to take care of itself, the Sword Sect could only shrink into a corner if its vitality was seriously injured, the Buddhist Sect only cared about its own one-third of an acre, and the Demon Sect and Murong Yan were fighting fiercely.

Then who else in the world can stop him Fu Chen?

What else can't he Fu Chen do in this world?

So he couldn't help but be unhappy.