"The last general, Wang Qi, see His Royal Highness the Prince"

Luo Shan hurriedly got off the donkey and helped the other party up, Corporal Lixian, well, it's better to get off the donkey, not to get off the horse.

After several days of rushing and continuing to travel by boat, I finally came to the boundary of Yunzhou, the first thing to bear the brunt of was a fortress that had been tempered by war, the black walls were solid, and the bricks covered with moss showed a sense of sadness, like a giant, standing there expressionlessly.

The person in front of him is subordinate to King An's Mansion, he is a general guarding the city at the border gate, and he has nearly 10,000 horses, so he must not be neglected.

Wang Qi looked at the stupid and cute donkey, silent, probably holding back his emotions.

"Come on, bring five war horses"

"Yes, General"

After a while, a few soldiers brought a few horses, and the most cheerful among several people was the red clothes, as a sonorous rose who was determined to cross the battlefield, how could there be no horse, although the horse was not the red rabbit BMW in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, an ordinary war horse, but she was still very excited, and finally she didn't have to ride that stupid and cute mount.

Don't cross this fortress and continue to ride on horseback, the military camp cannot be entered by outsiders without a special order, and the prince is no exception, this is the system of Yunzhou, and there is nothing to go to.

Yunzhou has the flavor of the land south of the Yangtze River, and the air enters the territory with the fragrance of rice.

The rice paddies on both sides of the main road swaying with the wind, like the waves of the waves, the rice flowers bloom, the small poor flowers are like grains, tender green color, if it comes to late autumn in a few months, here is a sea of gold.

What should I do next, Luo Shan thought about it, and it seemed that it was still a little early to directly establish the school palace.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he sat on top of the war horse and intersected his fists and snapped.

Burning this world, then form a burning legion, with a scale of 1,000 people at the beginning, and consider expanding it in the future.

Chen Xiaosheng is very responsible, his gun soul was born in Zhao Yun, and under its influence it is very suitable for the battle formation to exert his strength, and he directly has countless strategic experience.

As for the disciple Hongyi, Nian is still young, and he will build her a hundred-person army to test the water.

Don't invade others, but you must have the strength of self-preservation, which is prepared for the establishment of the school palace, one must have a big enough fist, and the other must have enough influence here, both of which are indispensable.

The fist does not refer to the strength of a single person, it is the overall heritage, you don't see the invincible Lu Bu of the Three Kingdoms, how to call the end? Under the big system, you need to follow the rules step by step.

influence, he has already begun to lay out, Bai and Sun Kui are dark and bright, this is not enough, more seeds are needed.

There are too many people in the world who turn black and white upside down, and the people who have reformed throughout the ages have been portrayed as bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods, as if they were anti-human and anti-social.

The Warring States Shang martingale changed the law, and the car was torn to death,

Between the two Han kings, Wang Mang ended up with the destruction of the country and the death of the deep,

In the late Tang Dynasty, Yang Yan implemented the two-tax law, and gave death on the way.

Fan Zhongyan's new policy in the Northern Song Dynasty failed, and he was excluded and depressed.

Wang Anshi of the Northern Song Dynasty failed to change the law and was finally demoted.

The world of this river and lake is more dark for example, and if you want to reform into a new era, you have fists, no influence, and you are a mess that has been smeared, and you can stop crying in the people.

Among the men and women who don't know the truth, they are just a group of killers who take money to do things, and among the common people and officials, they are anti-human and anti-social. Only some power controllers know that these people really only exist for ideals, but it will harm their interests, so they are not allowed to exist.

If you just enter this realm, you will immediately establish a school palace, and nine times out of ten you will fail, not only will you not be able to receive people, but you will also be smeared as a cult demon.

The task seems simple, and it is actually difficult to establish a branch of the Qianyuan Academy Palace with the same concept.

Not to mention that Luo Shan dug a big pit for himself, and needed to provide a body for the people in the main world of Xianxia to descend with a ray of consciousness, experience red dust, and temper their state of mind.

Even if they are sinful or voluntary for those with new ideas to come and change, those who are willing to get what they need and can dedicate their lives to the benefit of this place.

The moral impediment to this plan is significant.

Human beings are collective beings, and they are mutually constrained under the big system, and this plan is too big.

Luo Shan didn't know what kind of situation the lord of the new country was able to gain a foothold in the Xianxia master world, all the concepts were too post-modern, and he didn't break his legs when he took such a big step, he was quite admired.

After 179 years of reform, the new force of the origin plate is much stronger than the sum of these two, which is backward and inevitably weak.

If someone can do it, why can't he, Luo Shan thought.

With a bang, his whole person seemed to be burning, not referring to strength, not to the surface, but to will.

As an existence that was about to enter the third order, if he didn't restrain it, a single thought would affect others, not to mention that Luo Shan was burning like he was enlightened at this moment, and the four people around him seemed to feel a non-existent flame rising from him, burning fiercely.

Nie Zhu trembled and touched the Hidden Blade, it was the fire of faith for him, what a great shore, he wanted to fly over and burn together.

There is a flame in the heart of the red cloth holding the glaive knife, her concept, her worldview are all changed by Luoshan, may this life fight in all directions, sweep away all obstacles, and return a pure land.

Gu Cai and Hua Chong, the two real evil people, still have the concept of being so old-fashioned, and they don't understand how the three people around them are so passionate and impassioned.

A middle-aged man like a merchant at the checkpoint, who entered Yunzhou together after the security check, is Li Yan, a life-urging pharmacist who creates the blood of heroes, looking for the Holy Son for thousands of people from the Holy Gate.

He chased away that day, even if he was fast, how could he pass through the Luoshan body quickly, a sword for thousands of miles.

Therefore, after chasing to no avail, he began to analyze the intelligence, and felt that all this was related to Zhou Ziling's son, and he suddenly lost his memory and returned to his temperament, and he had great strength, and he was not defeated by the sect master's full strength.

In the end, he came to the conclusion that the Holy Son must be related to Zhou Ziling, and he felt that it might be the apprentice of the Holy Son, otherwise how could he appear after Zhou Ziling was seriously injured, and the demon-like majestic posture made him obsessed.

Kill for repentance, kill for salvation, sword of hell, may a sword turn hell into a pure land.

Only the Holy Son can possess this sword, this is the idea of the pharmacist Li Yan.

Not only did he guess that Luo Shan's current identity was related to the ontology, but many people guessed it, but they just didn't want to be the first bird and kill the grandmaster with one sword, and they didn't want to be targeted by such a terrifying force.