Baixiaolou is the intelligence center of Beiliang, and there are countless spies loyal to Baixiaolou. Bai Xiaolou's spies infiltrate all over the world, controlling every move in the world, known as "knowing the world and knowing all things".

The real behind-the-scenes operator of Bai Xiaolou is the poor Confucian Gao Shiqi, who has traveled with his son Xiao Xuan for five years and nine thousand miles, the peerless strategist who plotted to break the Ten Kingdoms.

Xiao Xuan came to the top of Baixiao Building with a pot of plum wine, Lao Gao seemed to know that the prince would come, and he had already set up the chess game, looking at Xiao Xuan with a smile, just waiting for Xiao Xuan to enter the game.

It's just that Lao Gao is much older than when he traveled, white-haired, and there is no longer the former look in his eyes, he looks a little dull, and he seems to have stepped into his twilight years.

Xiao Xuan's nose was sour, although no one told him, but Xiao Xuan understood what was going on, and no one was more familiar with his mother's relics than him.

He knew the method of "forging the body with strength, washing the muscles and cutting the marrow" at the age of ten, and this method requires a person with profound skills to use his own cultivation to wash the muscles and bones for others, reshape the body, and let the other party get a new life, and his life's cultivation will be scattered.

Lao Gao took a sip of plum wine and praised intoxicatedly: "A sip of plum wine is enough to reach a thousand years of life!"

"Young master, do you dare to play the next game?" Lao Gao held the pot in one hand and the chess pieces in the other, and he was the first to dial the pawn.

"Why don't you dare!" Xiao Xuan entered the game with a smile, and played a game with Lao Gaoxia in this world.

Xiao Xuan and Lao Gao barely thought about it, you take one step at a time, and in a blink of an eye, the chess pieces were disorganized, but neither of them ate each other's pieces.

"Lao Gao, the current situation is uncertain. The young prince turned the car to block Lao Gao's pawn who wanted to cross the line.

"Really?" Lao Gao ate Xiao Xuan's horse with a car, and said slowly: "Tian'an City doesn't know how many chariots and horses are ready to move, young master be careful." ”

"I have 500,000 iron horsemen, how can they withstand me?" Xiao Xuan returned to the soldiers, attacking and retreating.

"You don't see the heavy artillery at the head, the pawns who cross the river go sideways, once they are gone, the 500,000 pawns are just a plate of scattered sand. ”

Lao Gao shook his head solemnly, and pointed to the originally inconspicuous river crosser, Xiao Xuan realized that his chess pieces had become a dead end.

"How can I break the game?"

Xiao Xuan frowned, the interception on the way back, the pawns of the Great Zhou Dynasty have crossed the river, the king of Northern Liang has entered Beijing, and the generals of Northern Liang have been trapped in Beijing, no matter how you look at this game of chess, 500,000 iron cavalry in Northern Liang are far apart, and an invincible Chen Xuanba is not enough to protect Zhou Quan, the king of Northern Liang.

Lao Gao waved his sleeves, directly overturned the chessboard, and sneered: "The person who plays chess is not a person in the game, and if he is a person in the game, he is a chess piece, and he overturns the chessboard so that others have no chess to play." ”

Xiao Xuan nodded slightly, walked to the corridor, and said lightly: "Order the three armies to welcome the general back to Liang." ”

On this day, 200,000 troops from Northern Liang left Liangzhou, marched to Yanjing under the banner of welcoming the general Xiao Zhan back to Liang, traveled 200 miles a day, and arrived at the shore of Liuzhou Crescent Lake on the second day.

200,000 iron horses from the Northern Liang rode out of Liangzhou, and the Great Zhou, Great Chu, and Great Qi all urgently dispatched troops, and the whole world almost entered a state of combat readiness within this day.

On the eighth day of the 27th month of Jianning, in this Laba Festival, the world is in a tense atmosphere, especially above the Great Zhou Dynasty, the atmosphere is even more weird, the old but dignified Son of Heaven sits on the dragon chair, and the civil and military officials below are all silent, only the rickety old man and the old god from Beiliang sit comfortably on the Nanmu chair.

200,000 iron horses of the Northern Liang rode out of Liangzhou, the world shook, and many people in the court pinched a cold sweat for Xiao Zhan, and Xiao Zhan, the king of the Northern Liang, was actually not afraid, worthy of the slaughter of the people of the four countries.

"Your Majesty, I ask to see you outside the General's Palace. "A captain of the Imperial Forest Army bowed outside the hall and respectfully reported it.

"Biography!" the old emperor's expression remained unchanged, and he said lightly, it seems that there is nothing in the world that can make this person change color, the emperor's heart is unfathomable, and no one knows what His Majesty the Emperor is thinking at the moment.

It didn't take long for a middle-aged general in silver armor to walk into the main hall, he was taller than ordinary people, and he was extremely heroic.

This person is Meng Ao, a top famous general on the same level as Xiao Zhan, who is the highest in Xuangong cultivation among the four famous generals, known as the "Martial Saint".

The four famous generals, the Great Zhou Dynasty monopolized the second, Xiao Zhan, the king of the Northern Liang, can wear a sword to the palace, and the martial saint Meng Ao can bring a armor-faced saint.

Meng Ao is different from Xiao Zhan's wild road, Meng Ao was born in a family of generals, the Meng family army is famous all over the world, although Meng Ao did not destroy the country in the chaos of the Ten Kingdoms, but he had the merit of protecting the country and savior.

When Xiao Zhan and the Northern Wei Dynasty fought a decisive battle, Western Chu suddenly sent troops to Tian'an City, the Chu army almost hit the imperial city, Tian'an almost broke the city, fortunately, the young general Meng Ao led the Mengjia army to the rescue and defeated the Western Chu military god Zhao Jue, which was also the only defeat in the life of the Western Chu military god Zhao Jue.

Meng Ao is the military general of the Great Zhou Dynasty whose military exploits are second only to Xiao Zhan, and his art of war is even in Xiao Zhan, what is more commendable is that Meng Ao is also the seventh master of Xuangong in the martial arts evaluation list, and his ranking is still above Chen Xuanba, Meng Ao's arrival made the civil and military officials in the court secretly relieved.

"Weichen Meng Ao, see the emperor!" Meng Ao bowed respectfully.

"Meng Qing doesn't have to be polite. There was a smile on the emperor's face.

Meng Ao Xie got up and turned his head to look at Xiao Zhan, who was at ease with the old god, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

Xiao Zhan raised his eyes slightly, and glanced at Meng Ao lightly, even if he was also a famous general in the Spring and Autumn Period, Meng Ao had not yet reached the point where he needed Xiao Zhan to get up to greet him.

"Xiao Zhan, do you know that there are 200,000 iron horsemen in Northern Liang who have come out of Liangzhou, and they are already on the shore of Crescent Lake, do Northern Liang really want to rebel?"

Meng Ao sharply questioned Xiao Zhan, the king of Northern Liang, and his momentum suddenly rose, and a powerful momentum pressed towards Xiao Zhan.

The tense breath made the courtiers uneasy, if Meng Ao killed Xiao Zhan in a fit of rage, the 500,000 iron cavalry of the Northern Liang might really face the capital, and there would be no room for maneuver.

Even if Meng Ao is known as a martial saint and even defeated Zhao Jue, the god of the Western Chu army, I am afraid that there is still no chance of victory against the Northern Liang Iron Cavalry, which destroyed the four countries.

Xiao Zhan rolled his eyes, and said angrily: "If Northern Liang really wants to rebel, it won't be as simple as 200,000 iron horses riding out of Liangzhou." ”

Meng Ao snorted coldly and retracted his momentum, it was not that he didn't dare to kill Xiao Zhan, but he couldn't. The Northern Liang has an invincible 500,000 iron cavalry, and once the king of the Northern Liang is not there, the 500,000 iron cavalry of the Northern Liang will instantly become the source of the turmoil in the world.

"When are you going to leave Beijing?" Meng Ao asked nonchalantly, the king of Northern Liang stayed in Beijing for one more day, and the Northern Liang Iron Cavalry was hundreds of miles away from the capital, which was not good news.

Xiao Zhan touched the Beiliang knife on his waist, and said slowly: "This king still wants to kill someone......"

The Manchu Dynasty Wenwu was startled, and suddenly felt that his neck was cold, for fear that Ren Tu would put the butcher knife on his head.

A chill flashed in Meng Ao's eyes, Xiao Zhan was really bold, and the Jinluan Palace dared to say that he was unashamed to kill people, if it weren't for His Majesty's measurements, he would have been dragged out and beheaded.

Meng Ao asked coldly, "Kill whom?"

"As far as this king knows, one of the culprits who intercepted and killed Su Su thirteen years ago was hidden in the Baoguo Temple......" Xiao Zhan clenched the handle of the knife in his right hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a chill inexplicably appeared in the hearts of the people present.

"Spread my will, seal up Baoguo Temple, and arrest the thief. ”

After the emperor's will was issued, Xiao Zhan, the king of Northern Liang, finally got up slowly, he patted Meng Ao with a Liang knife, and said slowly: "Your Majesty, Weichen is old, and he doesn't want to toss anymore......"

Everyone looked at the king of Beiliang who was hanging from his waist and slowly walked out of the main hall, and couldn't help but feel that an era was really coming to an end.

After the king of Beiliang walked out of the main hall, he disappeared into the afterglow of the slanting sun with the thin young man carrying two gilded sledgehammers.