Wei Hai, the lord of Wei, ended his life like this.

It was also on this day that the state of Wei was officially declared extinct.

On the North Road of Huancang, a cavalry army dressed in vegetarian linen clothes rushed all the way out of the middle city of Anyi, all the way to the base camp of the Qin-Zhao Alliance.

Standing beside the road around Cangbei, looking at the cavalry speeding by, Meng Juntong's heart was gloomy.

Bai Yu on the side didn't know why, just hiding behind Meng Juntong, she had already carried the Winter Thunder Wooden Sword on her waist, but at the moment, there was no trace of the demeanor of a swordsman in this girl.

Xiang Ming didn't have any emotion, just put his hands behind his back and silently looked at the Susu cavalry who had gone away, and he asked, "Miss Meng, do you know what this army is carrying." ”

Meng Juntong didn't answer, Xiang Ming had already given the answer: "A group of fifteen fine riders, each of them has a wooden box hanging on their saddle, and there is ...... in this wooden box."

"Enough, I don't want to hear it. Meng Juntong interrupted Xiang Ming's words, took Bai Yu's hand and continued to hurry.

In each wooden box there was a good head of the royal family surnamed Wei.

A country's fortune seems to have dissipated overnight.

For the dead country, those people don't seem to have any special sentimentality. However, there was no longer the Wei army who continued to detain them on their eastward journey to the ten cities of Anyi, and these people embarked on the road back one after another.

The entire Wei realm is now a mess, although the Wei clan has already delivered the surrender letter, but there are still some humerus veterans in the realm who are unwilling to abandon the country, and take their subordinates to fight against the coalition army, of course, there are no ripples at the moment.

The country is broken, and some people may sigh and sigh about this, but few people are willing to die for the country, at least for this Wei country.

Xiang Ming took Meng Juntong and Bai Yu all the way east, which was considered to have spanned the entire Wei State.

Winter went to spring, and by the time they stepped into the junction of Wei and Qi, it was already the beginning of spring.

It was not without twists and turns along the way, after all, the chaos in the Wei State would not have subsided so quickly.

Such a large piece of land, including the people, cities, and wealth, as the victorious Qin and Zhao, of course, had to be carefully discussed and divided.

It does not hurt the harmony of both parties, but also can be as fair as possible.

Meng Juntong didn't care about this, but he always listened to Xiang Ming chattering endlessly.

Although he didn't deliberately inquire about these things, every once in a while someone would take the initiative to come up and report to him completely.

In the past, those dragon shadow guards would avoid Meng Juntong a little, but over time, they no longer deliberately hid it, because they also knew that no matter how well they hid, it was useless to face this mysterious girl, as long as they were two hundred steps close to her, those dragon shadow guards would be locked by Meng Juntong on every move.

The states of Qi and Chu, which were adjacent to Wei, did not make any moves in this battle to destroy Wei.

It is precisely because of this that the border between the two countries is relatively calm.

In the spring of March, the Qi State Jixia School Palace will launch a huge sage conference.

Hundreds of students from all over the world will go to Qi at that time.

Along the way, Meng Juntong and the others were already able to see all kinds of people heading in the direction of Qi State.

There are Mojia rangers in ink clothes and hats with swords, Taoist immortal masters in green clothes and long shirts holding floating dust, Confucian students with Confucian shirts and jade crowns, and even some Buddhist monks wearing robes and mouths rich Buddha.

In short, all kinds of people, Meng Juntong can be regarded as an eye-opener.

Once about the deeds of the hundred schools of thought, Meng Juntong occasionally saw some in the big library of the high priest of Luoshu.

"Hundreds of schools, which one are you?" Meng Juntong suddenly asked Xiang Ming with some curiosity.

Xiang Ming said before that the nobles of the Six Kingdoms generally had their own different family sects, and these family sects were born from the various contexts of the hundreds of schools.

Xiang Ming didn't hide anything, he replied casually: "Soldiers." ”

"Soldiers, who specialize in marching and fighting?"

Xiang Ming nodded: "The art of war, the way of generals, and the formation techniques are all involved. ”

Meng Juntong twitched the corners of his mouth slightly: "The ambition of the soldier is the heaviest, and in the chaos of the troubled times, the soldier must account for at least four points." ”

Xiang Ming was stunned for a moment, and then smiled dumbly: "The soldier family is just the hegemonic weapon in the hands of the lord, in terms of this ambition, the Zongheng family, the Legalist family is not above the soldier's family?

Meng Juntong waved her hand, she was too lazy to make those meaningless arguments on this matter, anyway, she was biased, so it was useless to explain it.

Xiang Ming stretched out his hand and gently stroked his forehead, what is this called.

Bai Yu gently reached out and tugged at the corner of Meng Juntong's clothes at this moment, and stretched out his hand in one direction: "Master, look at it there, it seems that someone is fighting." ”

Now that Bai Yu has called Meng Juntong his master, Meng Juntong will feel a little awkward at first, but after being called like this for a long time, he will get used to it.

As soon as he raised his head, a fierce wind rushed in his face.

"Be careful," Xiang Ming moved out sideways with an arrow step, blocking in front of Meng Juntong and Bai Yu, and pushed out with one palm, shattering an oncoming piece of gravel.

It turned out that the two people who were fighting in the distance were completely moved, and the strength of the two people who fought this time was not bad, so it was inevitable that there would be a big disturbance and affect the pond fish.

Many people who had watched the battle before were injured by the shards of the blast just now, and fell to the ground wailing.

"How can this be reasonable!" Meng Juntong suddenly felt a nameless fire welling up in his heart.

On the way east, Meng Juntong always felt that there was an invisible depressed emotion pressing on his heart like a stone.

Now seeing a warrior fighting in the street and accidentally injuring passers-by, the suppressed emotions suddenly broke out.

Without waiting for Xiang Ming to make a move, Meng Juntong had already jumped out, and his body rushed towards the battlefield at a very fast speed.

Xiang Ming always felt that after leaving Baishui City, Meng Juntong's martial arts seemed to have increased a lot, although it was still far from reaching the point of a small master of the Strong Soul Realm, but the foundation of her own Qi Refining Realm seemed to be becoming more and more condensed.

Martial artists with the same realm have a huge disparity in their combat power.

Just like the same nine-dan player in Go, there is also a strong nine-dan and weak nine-dan players.

A strong 9 dan is better than a weak 9 dan is no more laborious than a weak 9 dan is better than a 7 dan player, and the most important thing is the difference in the thickness of the foundation.

Xiang Ming, who was also a Qi Refining Realm martial artist who had entered the hall, felt that his foundation had been solid enough, but compared with Meng Juntong, it seemed that he was still a line behind.

Although you may not lose to her in the fight, it may not be too easy to win.

In this trance, Meng Juntong had already inserted into that battlefield with an extremely strong attitude.