The clan relationship of Long Yun's relatives of the Qian family can be traced back to the royal family of the Hengxiu Empire, and the royal family of the Hengxiu Empire is a lineage of the Qian family. Like Lin Lan behind the Yun family, behind the Qian family is Qian Wantong.

The south side of Longyun is the Hengxiu Empire, there is a mountain range at the southern edge of Hengxiu, called the Zhaohe Mountain Range, there is a great monk in the town, named Qian Wantong, has reached the realm of the Great Perfection in the late Yuan Infant period, and is only one step away from the transformation of the gods.

In the Zhaohe Mountains, next to a dwarf tree covered with golden leaves, Qian Wantong was drinking with Lin Lanshi's table.

"The rules set up thousands of years ago can't be changed!" Qian Wantong sipped the golden cup of tea and didn't look at Lin Lan.

"Who are the rules of the Sword Emperor for, Qian Daoyou, you should know that my master and she originated in the Long Yunyun clan. Don't say anything else, can't this huge Hengxiu fit the clansmen of Daoyou? If this is the case, I still have three points of thin land in the Sword Domain, how about giving it to Daoyou?"

Lin Lan was polite when he should have been polite, but his momentum had not been restrained, after all, his realm was higher than Qian Wantong.

Qian Wantong gradually grasped the Longyun dynasty through his relatives, but he was subject to the rules of the millennium, and on the surface, Longyun was still owned by the Yun family.

"Lin Daoyou, the rules are the rules, now that the thousand-year covenant has not passed, we need to follow the rules, and do something if necessary, to show the power of the ancient saints to mortals, this is also for the good of the people, there are rules, and the seven countries of this Qin domain have a thousand years of peace and prosperity. ”

Qian Wantong is not called Lin Lan's predecessor, because the powerful monk behind him is stronger than the powerful monk behind Lin Lan.

Lin Lan sneered, thinking: If it weren't for the master's ascension a hundred years ago, giving you and your ancestors 10,000 guts, you wouldn't dare to be presumptuous.

"Qian Daoyou, I made it clear that the Yun clan wants to choose a new heir to inherit the throne. You must know this person, I don't care what you calculate, you and I don't need to interfere in mortal affairs. ”

"How can this be done, we will guard the Qin Domain to protect the stability of the water and soil for thousands of years, this is my duty, unless the world is in turmoil, we have never intervened in the dispute between mortals, but the rules are broken, someone rebels, disturbing the peace of one side, there are still a hundred years, we still have to follow the rules, I and the old group of monks have sworn in their hearts!"

If Lin Lan wanted to, he could wipe out Qian Wantong with one blow, but Qian Wantong and him belonged to the same Sword Pavilion, and Qian Wantong was protected by a stronger ancestor, even if the anger in his heart burned, Lin Lan had to endure it and get it done.

"Qian Wantong, I will decide the internal affairs of the Yun Clan, I guess you have no reason to intervene! Yun Clan, millions of clansmen, one million deaths, nothing, natural disasters are better, or is it better to have plagues?"

Lin Lan's master is named Yun Zhi, born in the Yun clan, and can be said to be the nominal guardian of the Yun clan, with the power of life and death.

In the face of Lin Lan's naked threat, Qian Wantong looked confident, sipped tea, and played with golden leaves in his hands, turning the leaves into ingots.

"In another ten years, the junior surnamed Chen has reached the end of his life, and you will have to return to the Sword Domain, and this Qin Domain has nothing to do with you. I'm not like Lin Daoyou, I'm also partial in the Qian family, it's only been a few hundred years since I got this Zhaohe Mountain Range, and I'm going to move people before it's warm, so it's a problem for me to go anywhere. I'm a monk, and it's nothing to cross mountains and rivers, but I'm a member of the clan, so I can't take them all away!"

Lin Lan was unhappy in her heart, this money was clearly talking about a deal. Lin Lan's power is not in the Qin Domain, he came here to protect the old grandmother, and the matter here has little to do with him, but the old grandmother wants Yun Fan to be the king, and for this reason, he needs to help Yun Fan's revenge rebellion get rid of the intervention of the monk because of the thousand-year rule.

"How about a hundred years? After a hundred years, Long Yun will naturally give it to Qian Daoyou completely. ”

Qian Wantong had his own calculations, even if he knew that Lin Lan had no intention of controlling the country with Long Yun, he couldn't agree that Yun Fan would replace Yun Feng, who had the Qian family's bloodline.

Qian Wantong has his own little abacus, and he has finalized it for Lin Lan, he is fighting for greater interests for himself, and the interests of the monks are exchanged. Yun Fan is a mortal, let him be the emperor for a hundred years, and after he dies of old age, Qian Wantong, as a monk, can still take Long Yun back.

In Qian Wantong's heart, because of the protection of the ancestors, when Lin Lan was forced to lose face, a burst of coercion came.

"Fellow Daoist, how about selling me face?"

The void shook, and Zhang Gumu stepped on the wind.

Zhang Gumu, like Lin Lan, is a cultivator, but he is not a Sword Pavilion monk, he is an outsider who temporarily serves as a guest secretary. When he came here, Qian Wantong didn't notice it at all.

Watching Zhang Gumu playing with his money tree, Qian Wantong's face twitched, Zhang Gumu was not a member of the Sword Pavilion, but he could always be active in the Qin Domain, which was forbidden for foreign monks, and the background was so deep that Qian Wantong had to get up and salute.

"Welcome Senior Zhang!"

"I said Qian boy, you know that after a hundred years, no, maybe in less than a hundred years, this Qin domain will be given to others, what do you want Long Yun to do?"

Zhang Gumu's words made Qian Wantong speechless, he couldn't tell the little abacus in his heart.

"I know you are stingy, you have carefully developed your own sect over the years, and you did not hesitate to go into battle in person in response to the invasion of foreign monks a hundred years ago, and I don't care what benefits you can get, aren't you about to break through, how about using it to exchange it for a hundred years of stability in Longyun?" Zhang Gumu took out a small red-gold humanoid tree and handed it directly to Qian Wantong.

"A three-thousand-year-old golden-shaped tree, this is a treasure that helps break through the Transformation Stage, and it can increase the chance of one percent. Qian Wantong's eyes rolled, quickly calculated his gains and losses, and finally grinned. "I naturally want to give Senior Zhang's face, I will not interfere in the affairs of Long Yun's mortals for a hundred years, but the affairs of the monks cannot be ...... because of the new emperor."

A money tree withered quickly, Zhang Gumu absorbed the essence of it, and said impatiently: "He is a mortal capable monk or something, we just think about the thoughts of a dying junior." ”

"Well, I'll not bother with it. Qian Wantong readily agreed, thinking: The interests of these two people are not here, they just want to set up a mortal emperor to be stable for a lifetime, and they won't ask me about my little abacus, the gold-shaped tree, it's worth it!

The two sides negotiated, Zhang Gumu and Lin Lan did not stay, and returned together.

"Lin Daoyou, you guys are really... If you don't want Xiao Fan to cultivate the truth, you won't abolish his spiritual root!"

"Zhang Daoyou, do you think we want to? Xiaoyun insisted, if we don't let this kid step into the path of cultivation, we can't help it. Besides, if the existence who is not afraid of the Sword Pavilion discovers Xiao Fan's innate spiritual root... Oh my life!"

"For the sake of the kindness of the master and apprentice, Daoyou has guarded Xiaoyun for a hundred years, and he is still so obedient, which is admirable!"

Lin Lan smiled bitterly.

"Tell you one thing, you may have bought a fake pill, and I cast a spell to restore part of Xiao Fan's spiritual root. ”

Lin Lan's eyes widened and he looked surprised, while Zhang Gumu said lazily: "It's only a part, it's better not to recover." Let's offset it with the golden-shaped tree!"

After that, Zhang Gumu flew away, and Lin Lan stood in the void and thought for a while, and disappeared in an instant.

............

The rising sun rises at the end of the steppe, reflecting the long serpent-like marching procession, and several cavalry teams gallop through the smoke and dust, with a clear goal of smashing into Tianfu, the capital of the Hun people's alliance.

In order not to fall into the mouth, Yun Fan requisitioned troops in the name of the Northern Expedition, and the troops in the north were basically controlled by him, and the generals of these armies were basically Zhang Gumu's subordinates, and Yun Fan could be trusted.

In the twenty-eighth year of Chaoxing, that is, when Yun Fan was sixteen years old, Zhang Gumu returned to his former residence that no one knew, and the affairs of the north were also taken care of by Yun Fan.

In the Chinese military tent of the Beizhen Army of the Northern Expedition, Yun Fan was communicating with a man with slightly red hair in Hun costume, who was about the same age as Yun Fan.

"Chiwei, have you done everything I told you?"

Chiwei is the son of the former tribal alliance leader, whose father was killed in an inexplicable rebellion and then fled to Longyun.

"General Yun, I'm done, the tribes of the stomach envoys have all been arranged, they are all my father's old subordinates, and they can be trusted. ”

Yun Fan nodded: "I must make sure that nothing goes wrong." ”

At this time, many tribes of the allied Tianfu converged, and many representatives of the tribes who were a little farther away also came to see the alliance.

Chiwei also has the right to join the Alliance, and can win support through the Alliance and become the leader of the Alliance. But he himself did not have the strength to fight against the Dazhimu tribe who had killed his father, so he had to rely on Long Yun's power again to help him achieve his goal.

Because of the assassination and rescue, the north is good at lighting beacon fires, Yun Fan is worried that there is no reason, this time the Northern Expedition kills two birds with one stone, one is to stabilize the north, and the other is to make the transfer of troops clear and smooth.

The combined forces of the two were interspersed from the tribes of the capital of the city, Yun Fan was not worried about the two tribes, and at the same time, he was not worried about Chiwei, so he let the cavalry suppress the high ground early to deter the two tribes.

The dragon cloud cavalry was like a sudden descend of heavenly soldiers, which really frightened the Hun people, when they found that the military flag actually had the word 'fan' written on it, it was even more chaotic, and most of the tribes whose core interests were not here fled.

The two armies set up formations in the steppe to face each other.

Yun Fan straddled his horse and stood in front of the military formation and replied: "Yun Fan, the general of the Zhenbei of the Longyun Empire, has come to help Chiwei fight!"

Hearing the word Yun Fan, the leader of Dazhimu looked afraid, two years ago was Yun Fan's second Northern Expedition, and the Megatron Grassland. He originally thought that the new emperor of the Longyun Empire would have no time to take care of him, and wanted to take advantage of a loophole, but unexpectedly made a wedding dress for Yun Fan.

The leader of Dazhimu didn't want to tear his face with Yun Fan, and wanted to send an envoy to sue for peace, hoping that Yun Fan would turn to support him, but the envoy had just come out of the formation and was pierced by ten thousand arrows.

Even if Yun Fan was well prepared, after a battle, both sides suffered heavy losses, but they gained a lot, the Dazhimu tribe was defeated, the leader was killed, and more importantly, Yun Fan found a sparkling pendant in the spoils of war, which was the meteorite fragment that he and Su Rong failed to get eight years ago.

After cleaning up the mess, Yun Fan transferred the army south to return, and by the way, he looted the supplies of some restless tribes.