"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Good news, good news! Wang Zhenliang hurriedly rushed into Zhao Yizhi's palace, Qiyang Palace.

As soon as he opened the door, a sword flew in front of Wang Zhenliang's eyes, and was steadily inserted into the scabbard hanging on the wall, as if it had never been pulled out, only the rope was shaking slightly.

Wang Zhenliang lowered his eyes at the right time, and he didn't know if he saw it.

Zhao Yizhi sat in front of the table and chair, supported his chin with one hand, and asked boredly: "But Zhou Ziru Yi knife and they won?" ”

"Your Majesty is really wise, and you have won a great victory! The 200,000 Chu Xiang army was beaten without a trace in a few days, oops, that's a wonderful! Wang Zhenliang said with his eyebrows fluttering.

Zhao Yizhi sat up straight, pretending to be very interested: "Oh? What kind of wonderful method is it? Come, come, Mr. Wang, sit down and talk to me! ”

Wang Zhenliang naturally didn't know how to fight, but seeing that Zhao Yizhi looked very interested, he didn't want to ruin his interest, so he hurriedly bowed to the side and told the news from the sentinel.

Zhao Yizhi had already extended his divine sense to Anhui City, and he had seen everything about the whole battle in detail. The Sichuan Shu army, the Tang Sect and even the beggar gang, he is clear about everyone's movements. And Wang Zhenliang's news has many limitations, sometimes when he talks about a certain place, he doesn't know why, or Zhao Yizhi smiled and helped him make up for it. Zhao Yizhi didn't even notice that his divine sense didn't know when it was no longer limited to the land of the imperial court, but extended to the domain.

"In the end, Na Ge Cifeng killed himself outside Wucheng, and there were only more than ten miles left from Wucheng... It's a pity that he is only one step away from returning to Chu Xiang. Wang Zhenliang sighed lightly, then reacted, and quickly knelt down and kowtowed to the ground: "The old slave should die, the old slave should die..."

Zhao Yizhi stretched out his hand to help Wang Zhenliang up: "Get up, Manager Wang." There are many regrets in the world, and it is normal for people to regret them. ”

Wang Zhenliang stood up, Zhao Yizhi himself sighed and stood up, walked out of his dormitory, and looked up at the world: "When he left, he told me that he would leave an incense for the eight kings. Now Donglu and Chu Xiang have cut off the heirs of the vassal kings of the two places..."

Wang Zhenliang followed behind Zhao Yizhi, and did not ask who "he" was, but only replied to His Majesty in front of him: "Your Majesty, the two kings are all to blame, Your Majesty should not feel too much." Thinking about the changes in the Xuanwu Gate in the previous dynasty, the siblings are still killing each other, and Daqi has given glory and wealth to the eight kings, and it is a great grace. ”

Zhao Yizhi nodded: "Yes, six hundred years of wealth is indeed a lot." ”

"Your Majesty, they estimate that they will return to the capital in ten days, by the way, the only daughter of the King of Sichuan Shu, the lord of Sichuan and Shu, will also return to Beijing with Zhou Xiang, Duke Wuding, and Duke Zhongyi." Zhao Yizhi reminded.

"Well, good. I have long heard that the Peng clan of Sichuan and Shu is as fierce as fire, and in the past, he was a famous pioneer under the account of Taizu. I'd like to see how acute it is. Zhao Yizhi said with a smile.

Staying in the palace all day, although Zhao Yizhi has divine sense, he also feels depressed. Now that someone can come to the palace, he is also very excited and looking forward to it.

"Don't feel sorry for the silver, pick and search, it's okay to be extravagant and wasteful this time, this time Zhou Ziru won a big victory, we have to celebrate our Wenxiang!" Zhao Yizhi commanded.

Wang Zhenliang nodded again and again: "Well, the old slave will do it!" ”

"Tang Gate, the beggars... Scold... Yi Xiaodao really knows me. Zhao Yizhi stood alone at the stone railing, shaking his head and chuckling.

……

In the territory of Anxi, look at the Cangfeng Heavenly Sword Sect.

"Poof!" A man spat blood from his mouth and flew upside down towards the gate of the Heavenly Sword Sect, two doors were shaken to the ground, and even the plaque was shaken down and smashed on the man.

The door of the Heavenly Sword Sect was full of people, the clothing style was also uniform, and the word "knife" on the chest was very eye-catching, all of them were disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect. What is strange is that so many people are unusually quiet, except for the sound of the wind, there is nothing else, everyone even holds their breath, looking at a proud and independent woman in front of the door.

The woman was dressed in black, wearing a veil on her head, and she couldn't see her face clearly, but her body was graceful, and her body was plump but not fat.

Just now, Chu Xinghe, the first disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, was defeated by this woman's hands in just seven moves, and the weapons on both sides were knives!

Jianghu martial arts, there are thousands of sects, and the competition is also very fierce. If there is no skill that is good at martial arts, it will soon be squeezed by other sects until it is gone. What the Heavenly Sword Sect is good at is the king of a hundred soldiers—the sword! I think that at the beginning, the first head of the Heavenly Sword Sect had one person and one sword, and defeated seventeen heroes in the rivers and lakes in a row, which created the Heavenly Sword Sect in Anxi, which has been passed down to the present for hundreds of years.

"The first disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect is like this? Scold. The woman chuckled, her voice as nice as a silver bell.

Chu Xinghe struggled to push away the plaque on his body, got up, clasped his hands into fists and said, "Thank you for the girl's mercy, I don't know what sect or faction I come from?" In the future, when my Heavenly Sword Sect disciples encounter it, they should avoid it. "Chu Xinghe is a man in the end, the woman's last move was to shock her chest with the hilt of the knife, and he also appreciated it before the killer.

"Don't thank me, I just don't think you deserve my killing. Live well, you can only take me seven moves, above the martial arts, you are still far away! The woman mocked, kicked back the long knife that Chu Xinghe was standing on the ground, turned to leave, and the crowd silently made way for the woman to leave.

Chu Xinghe took the long knife, his face was red and white for a while, so he was not ashamed.

"Who the hell is it?"

"I don't know, who can defeat the senior brother in seven moves?"

"Shhhh

The woman walked alone halfway up the mountain, and suddenly stopped: "I almost forgot, I have been with me for so long, just for such a little news, is it worth it?" ”

There was silence around, and it was not known to whom the woman was speaking.

It's moving! The woman kicked her feet, and the person disappeared into place, rushing to the treetops behind her.

The treetops shook violently, and there were people inside, and when they saw the woman rushing towards them, they were startled and turned around to escape, but they were still one step slower...

When the woman landed again, she let go of her palm, and a man's corpse was thrown to the ground by her at will: "I hate others following me the most." ”

The corpse was dressed in a black-and-gray tight-sleeved shirt with a faint "Q" sewn with black thread on the waistband, but there was no other information.

"Ask Xiangge, it's these nasty guys again." The woman seemed to hate the Xiang Pavilion very much, and kicked the corpse at her feet. This kick was quite powerful, kicking the corpse from the mountain road on the side into the abyss.

After dealing with the "tail" behind her, the woman clapped her palms and took out a white silk from her chest: "Let me see, the next one is... Karamon. ”

……

Ten days later, Yi Xiaodao and the others finally arrived in the capital, and they saw the towering walls of the capital from afar.

"I've come back, and I heard that His Majesty has promised me a big garden at the east gate, but I haven't seen it yet... I don't know what happened to Ah San, Ah Si. Yi Xiaodao looked at the capital and was a little emotional. From a beggar to a grandfather of Daqi in three years, this is something that many people dare not imagine.

Zhou Ziru said on the side: "This battle is a great contribution to the Wuding Gongju, but in front of Your Majesty..."

"Credit? What credit? I just went home, what credit can I have? Ah, when I hope that Zhou Xiangxiang will pay tribute to Your Majesty, give me a report to appease the people and make me look better. Yi Xiaodao pretended to be stupid and stunned.

Xiang Lian'er interjected on the side: "How can this work?" You fought with Chu Xiang Qilin Bow Dead, and you almost died several times, how can you not report it? ”

Li Dingxing shrugged softly, signaling Xianglian'er not to interject.

Zhou Ziru smiled: "Wu Dinggong is really a smart person, so it couldn't be better." ”

Yi Xiaodao shook his head with a wry smile: "At present, I am already content." If it weren't for the moon, I wouldn't have waded into this troubled water. ”

"Hey, that's not good, what Wu Dinggong did, I saw it with my own eyes, if it weren't for Grandpa, this victory or defeat would be unpredictable!" Zhou Ziru complimented.

"Where and where, how dare you." Yi Xiaodao smiled from ear to ear and waved his hand again and again.

The two complimented each other politely, and Xianglian'er was a little tired of seeing it, so she simply didn't look at it, and went to find He Yue'er with her injured arm.

At the gate of the city, Zhao Yizhi stood on the city tower, and there were hundreds of civil and military officials standing on both sides, and the people inside and outside the city gate were crowded with people who came to see the excitement, and everyone was looking forward to it.

In addition to the Sichuan Shu Army, the beggar gang and the Tang Sect disciples also stayed in Wucheng together, including Yi Xiaodao and Li Dingxing's wave camp, Shangwu camp, and Nanhuai army, which can be regarded as a mutual containment of all forces. The only soldiers and horses who entered Beijing were the Yulin army of the imperial court, and the Yulin army only went outside the city, did not enter the city, and only passed in front of the city gate for Zhao Yizhi to read.

As early as when Zhou Ziru was in Anhui City, he gathered some of the previously defeated Yulin Army, plus his remaining soldiers and horses, plus the soldiers and horses left by Tang Xingchang in Anhui City on the north and south roads, there were as many as 120,000.

Wang Zhenliang originally planned to select only 10,000 strong soldiers for Zhao Yizhi to review in order to strengthen the country's prestige. Zhao Yizhi insisted on not allowing it, and every soldier who fought for the Great Apocalypse, he had to see it with his own eyes.

The Yulin army slowly passed under the city, silent, many of them were wounded, and their movements were no longer as uniform as when they set out on the expedition, and they were not even agile. Zhou Ziru has already tried his best to select a group of more majestic and healthy soldiers to walk in front. Slowly, the soldiers behind followed, those on crutches, those who carried, those who had severed limbs...

The onlookers slowly fell silent from the novelty and excitement at the beginning, and many women were already covering their mouths and crying. Soon, whimpering sounded in unison, and the city gate was filled with gloomy mist.

Wang Zhenliang was anxious: "This... It's a good thing to welcome the return of the king, these people... Crying... The old slave wanted to cry too..."After all, he is not a hard-hearted person.

The civil and military officials on the city wall also wept secretly, but they didn't cry.

Although Zhao Yizhi had already detected the tragedy of the battlefield with his divine sense, when these surviving Yulin troops appeared in front of him, his heart was shocked again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this... It's the Feather Forest Army of the Great Apocalypse! Why did they hurt and why did they die? It's for me, for the Great Apocalypse, for you! We, the monarchs, ministers, and the people are united, and the Great Revelation will be strong! Unstoppable! Zhao Yizhi's words were sonorous and powerful.

"I am willing to die for Your Majesty!" The Yulin army under the city wall shouted loudly, and the sound was like a wave, far away from the front and back, and it lasted for a long time.