The news of Zheng Sleeve's death is still spreading farther and more remote.

Even in the barbarian kingdom outside the frontier of the Yan Dynasty, the kings of many tribes were concerned when they heard the end of the hostess of Great Qin.

Whether it is the Great Qin Dynasty or the Yanqi Dynasty, these remote kingdoms or tribes that live on herding, hunting and fishing are collectively called the Central Plains Dynasty.

The Central Plains Dynasty means wealth and civilization, and most of these remote kingdoms or tribes actually want to lead their armies to break through the territory and get a piece of the pie from the hands of these Central Plains Dynasty, or become a part of it.

In a sense, Jiaodong County has always been looked down upon by the old magnates of the Great Qin Dynasty, because in their eyes, Jiaodong County is no different from those fishy fisherman tribes.

Jiaodong County and Zheng Sleeve are actually vaguely the targets of successful counterattacks in the hearts of these barbarian tribes.

Especially when Zheng Sleeve became the mistress of Changling, and many battles between them came from her, Zheng Sleeve was a god-like existence in the hearts of many barbarian tribal leaders.

Fear, respect, worship.

Many of the leaders of the barbarian tribes who are enemies of Zheng Sleeve are actually looking forward to meeting this legendary queen who is both beautiful and powerful.

Many people are inexplicably in a bad mood because of this.

Especially some barbarian kings who lent troops to the Yan Dynasty in the past, although they knew that it was impossible, they kept saying that they wanted to enter Changling and capture Zheng Sleeve to be their concubines.

Now that Zheng Sleeve is dead, there is no more to talk about conjecture and fun on weekdays, just like an important program in ordinary times, and there will never be another in the future.

In anger, a tribal king smashed his favorite wine glass.

A certain tribal king burned a set of brocade clothes that he wore when he was about to enter the Changling Tomb.

......

The atmosphere in many royal palaces was cold and eerie.

However, the coldest and most eerie atmosphere is naturally the imperial palace of Changling.

Emperor Yuanwu left the port after being injured, but did not return to the Qin Palace in Changling, but went directly to the newly built Afang Palace at the foot of Lishan Mountain.

The royal palace there is indeed new, spectacular, and much larger.

Some government offices are also moving towards that side one after another.

However, at least before that, there was no intention to abolish the Changling Palace.

The vast majority of palace people are still in the Changling Palace.

So it's cold on both sides.

There were very few people in the palace on either side.

It's all like a dead city, dead.

Among the kings of the world, the most intriguing thing is naturally Yuan Wu's mood at this time.

But apart from Yuan Wu, who can know his mood at this time?

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Yuan Wu was in a dormitory in the deepest part of Afang Palace.

All the utensils in his bedroom were made of a strange black jade, even if the bed was covered with the softest cushion in the world, it was still too hard for Yuan Wu at this time.

He was very tired at this time, fighting with an evenly matched opponent, it was too draining on his spirit, and this battle was even more depleting to his mind than when he was in the Lushan Alliance.

What he needed most was rest, but he couldn't sleep.

You can't sleep in any position.

His injured arm rested on the cushion of the bed, not daring to make any movement, but even so. The pain still made his body tremble.

Broken bones and broken meridians make it difficult to nourish.

For a long time, he had to lie still.

But in his perception, the most painful thing came from the true element flowing in his body.

For a cultivator like him, the true yuan is the qi and blood that provides him with nutrients all over his body, and in the course of countless years of cultivation, he has fused the essence of heaven and earth's aura, constantly removed impurities, constantly condensed, and constantly changed, and the true yuan flowing in his body has long been the best elixir in the world, and it is the most suitable elixir for himself.

These elixirs promote the continuous enhancement of his physical functions, give him more vigorous energy, and even constantly stimulate his potential.

However, the true element that was now flowing in his body was no longer like this.

When Zheng Sleeve fought with him, he suddenly attracted those star vitality that he couldn't even notice, even if it seemed to outsiders, he forced all those stars out of his body at once.

However, there is an essential difference between the power of the vitality and the impurities of the substance.

Just like the countless cow hair steel needles pierced into the body can be easily removed, but in the process of many cultivators, the medicinal properties of some of the drugs that are used to quickly enhance the aura have already fused with the blood, and they cannot be separated from each other and are difficult to remove.

The true essence and the sea of qi in his body, all the places where these star vitality walked, shone, and penetrated had become completely different.

In his current perception, his true yuan made him feel a little strange.

Strangeness is disadvantage.

Even if the power of the True Yuan has not diminished in the slightest, the True Yuan flowing in his body is like a chronic poison.

This is the real broken thread, entangled endlessly.... Although Zheng Sleeve is dead, the unique power that belongs to her, her vitality power, is still eroding his body and will, including his confidence.

Even the shadow of Zheng Sleeve can't be removed from his mind.

"It's too vicious!"

He became irritated with unprovoked hysteria, his face contorted, and he cursed in a low and bitter voice in the empty bedchamber.

He couldn't even remember how many times it was.

And in the depths of his mind, there seemed to be a Zheng Sleeve standing vividly, smiling at him with disdain, mocking him, those spirit lotus seeds originally belonged to her alone, and he originally wanted to take them.

In Zheng Sleeve's mocking voice, there was also the clearest and most resounding sentence, "Your cultivation will only fall from today onwards, and will not rise again." ”

"Is it true that the widow is going to be defeated in your hands like the king of the year?"

Yuan Wu's face went from distorted to indifferent, and he finally temporarily withdrew Zheng Sleeve's shadow and Zheng Sleeve's voice from his mind, and then issued two orders, "Summoning Bai Qi back to Changling" and "Ordering Zhao Gao to Afang Palace".

An old man heard Yuanwu's voice in the Afang Palace.

He is Xu Fu.

He couldn't help but sigh softly.

At this moment, it suddenly occurred to him that Yuan Wu had always seemed to be just a lonely person, and he never seemed to have friends by his side.

At that moment, footsteps sounded outside his door.

An official sent a letterhead.

What shocked him extremely was that the first time he received this letter, he knew that this letter was from Bashan Sword Field and from Ding Ning.

The handwriting on the letterhead was extremely familiar to him, and it was exactly the same as the handwriting of Wang Jingmeng in the past.

And the content itself made his body tremble slightly.

The letter only asked one sentence, did he care about the life and death and future of those hundreds of boys and girls?