In about a month, Mu Yu's injuries had all recovered, and his cultivation had become more refined, and it seemed that he had reached the middle level of the eighth layer of the Qi refining period. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

You must know that Mu Yu had just broken through to the eighth layer of the Qi Refining Period two months ago, and he was able to break through again soon, probably thanks to the repeated battles in the past few months, and this time he used the secret medicine to forcibly stimulate his potential!

Although Mu Yu has found a shortcut to a quick breakthrough, he also knows that it is impossible to use such a method all the time, and it is not a good thing to pull out the seedlings to help them grow after all.

The road has to be walked step by step, and the same is true for cultivating immortals!

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In the blink of an eye, it was the middle of winter, frost covered the sight, the air was cold, and there was a cold wind.

Dressed in thin clothes, Mu Yu stood in the courtyard, sweating like rain, pinching his hands, aiming at a wall, and casting spells.

Superficial primary-level spells such as fire bullets, wind blades, golden thorns, and ice picks were thrown out of Mu Yu's palms like flowing water, and slammed into the gray and white stone walls, smashing out one after another round or horizontal potholes.

Mu Yu deliberately restrained the power of the spell, and in just three breaths, more than thirty different spells were struck, shattering the gray and white stone wall into slag.

A burst of applause rang out, Tan Yong walked slowly with a smile on his face, and exclaimed: "Senior brother's use of beginner-level spells is really becoming more and more proficient, his movements are like flowing water, there are almost no flaws, just with the foundation of this continuous spell, an ordinary cultivator can be defeated by his junior brother with a single face, right?"

Mu Yu wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile: "Senior brother praises falsely. ”

After Mu Yu cast a water balloon on himself and washed his body, he put on dry clothes, walked into the room, carried a teapot from the charcoal stove, and filled Tan Yong with a cup.

"The half-year armistice is coming to an end, and the secular people in the city have gradually settled down, and the rest of the state cities that have not yet fallen have also provided some grain and grass, and it should not be a problem to survive this midwinter. Tan Yong said.

Mu Yu sighed lightly and frowned: "I can survive for a while, but I can't survive for a lifetime." ”

Tan Yong opened his mouth, and was about to say something, when suddenly, the pair of sword eyebrows condensed slightly, and a rainbow light flew in from the window, and he reached out with a palm to firmly grasp the rainbow light, revealing an origami flying crane.

Under the surprised gaze of Mu Yu, Tan Yong recited a spell, and the origami flying crane stretched out and turned into a blank piece of paper.

After a while, Tan Yong's calm expression revealed a trace of worry, and then turned sadness into joy, and handed the white paper in his hand to Mu Yu with a chuckle.

"There is a letter from the sect, the Immortal Cultivation Realm of Wu Zhaoguo proposed peace talks, and an agreement was officially signed yesterday for a truce of eight months!" Tan Yong laughed.

Mu Yu shook his head calmly, put down the page of runes, and said: "There is something strange! A few days ago, I also heard a rumor that the four major sects had killed and injured more than 50,000 Qi refining cultivators, and the tens of millions of troops in the secular world had also been defeated by more than 4 million, and the bones were piled up in Duo'er Prefecture, and a plague broke out, affecting more than 70 county towns and villages, more than 300 million people were affected, and in just two months, 10 million people died, and 460 million people became refugees. More than 40 million people rose up, and hundreds of rebels, large and small, rebelled against the royal family of Dong'an. ”

"This is a sign of the death of the country, even if there is a majestic talent, it is difficult to return to the sky. Tan Yong said sadly.

"All of the above, the Dong'an Kingdom is about to be destroyed, and it only needs to be carried out in one go, adopt the technique of onslaught, coupled with the internal self-disintegration, and when the spring of next year comes, it may be possible to overthrow Dong'an and overthrow the imperial court. When the secular world is pacified, the martial arts world will not be a problem...... Therefore, the junior brother doesn't understand, why did he propose peace at this juncture in the Martial Zhao Kingdom Immortal Cultivation Realm?"

Tan Yong was silent and hesitated: "Maybe it's ...... Can't bear too many casualties in the secular army?"

Nowadays, Dong'an is already a terminally ill rotten wood, in the case of internal and external difficulties, if you secretly aid the hundreds of rebels, by tens of millions of angry peasants, drowned in the vast ocean, and then, Wu Zhao is sending troops to Dong'an, you can minimize the loss.

Mu Yu listened to Tan Yong's words, shook his head gently, and said: "How can a mortal's life enter the eyes of the sect leader? Although the monarch of Wuzhao Kingdom is a generation of male masters, he has a lot of immortal spirit wisdom roots, and his cultivation speed is very fast, but he is at most a great cultivator at the peak of foundation building, not to mention that there are still elders of the five major sects above, and with the disciples of the five major sects at the peak of foundation building, there are not ten but eight, and it is impossible to influence the decisions of the five major sects. ”

The two looked at each other, guessing a lot of situations, but they couldn't discuss what kind of wishful thinking the five sect heads of Wu Zhaoguo were making.

"However, it is always a good thing that the immortal cultivation realms of the two countries can reach an armistice agreement. With this respite of more than half a year, in the spring, the wheat seeds were sown and ripened by magic, and in less than three months, a batch should be harvested, and a little famine was alleviated to a certain extent. Tan Yong said.

"These things, after all, must be done by the secular court, and the affairs of the secular world, the monks of the four sects cannot easily interfere. The pastor reminded.

A thousand years ago, when the four sects established their dominance of Dong'an, there were clear regulations.

The disciples of the four sects are not allowed to meddle in the affairs of the secular world without authorization, nor can they harm the ministers and officials of the imperial court, princes and nobles, once discovered, they will be punished with capital punishment and will not be tolerated!

"Hmph, Dong'an Kingdom has come to this point, and it is inseparable from the corruption of the secular court!" Tan Yong snorted coldly.

The pastoral language is silent, the current situation of Dong'an, the country will not be a country, and the secular court is certainly wrong, but it is a small mistake. The big mistake was Dong'an's immortal cultivation realm, but although the two of them knew this sentence very well in their hearts, no one dared to say it.

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After April, in a wasteland in Anzhou City, many figures were busy in this wasteland.

In the middle of winter, the spring breeze came slowly every day, and at Tan Yong's suggestion, the Anzhou Prefecture Pastor organized millions of refugees to reclaim this wasteland, and improved its soil essence with magical powers, summoning a cloud and mist, raining down, and with careful care, the wheat was ripe this month, and it was golden.

The initial grain production was about 7 million stones, enough to feed 2.3 million people for a month.

If you only eat two meals a day, one gruel, one rice and some vegetables, you should be able to survive this autumn. When the follow-up grain is ripe, the famine in Anzhou City can be alleviated.

"Brother pastor, Senior Brother Tan Yong asked you to go to the Yamen. A disciple came up and said to the pastor who was standing in the field.

Mu Yu nodded, followed this disciple to the yamen of the state capital, and saw Tan Yong sitting in the pavilion.

"Senior brother, the sect has just sent an origami flying crane, ordering you to take ten qi refining disciples to the capital of Dong'an Kingdom to protect the monarch of Dong'an Kingdom. Tan Yong handed over a piece of rune paper, swept it roughly, and immediately frowned.

"Someone wants to assassinate the monarch of Dong'an?" Mu Yu was surprised.

"Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Dong'an is already in decline, rebels from all walks of life are emerging one after another, and the number of peasant uprisings is as high as 80 million! And how many troops are there in Dong'an to defend the county seat and the state capital? Not to mention that in recent days, even the martial arts world has been ready to move, and these gangs of rivers and lakes are a force to be reckoned with, and if they make a rebellion, it will be no less than a riot of one million people. Tan Yong said.

"Isn't there a group of monks in the royal family to worship? Moreover, as far as I know, the royal family of Dong'an Kingdom also has a ninth-level ancestor in the Qi refining period, who sits in the palace all the year round, not to mention the innate martial artists, even if it is a few martial arts giants who have broken through the virtual realm, they can't help a single hand of the royal ancestor. The pastor said.

"The cultivation of that royal ancestor is profound, but he is exhausted of qi and blood, old and old, and when he heard that the great rivers and mountains of Dong'an were ravaged by foreign enemies, and the officers and soldiers of the court were like lost dogs, when they were defeated and retreated, they were angry and attacked, and they were eaten by a dark disease, and they were afraid that their lives would soon be lost. Tan Yong said.

"Doesn't it mean that the secular court has stabilized its position, won three battles and three victories, and killed hundreds of thousands of troops of the enemy country?"

"That was already a year ago!" Tan Yong looked helpless, and said: "A year ago, there was a young man, like a comet, born out of nowhere, at first, he only had five hundred strong men and slaves, in a ruined land and under the gaze of countless refugees, solemnly issued the "Zhengwu Zhao Ten Blood Killing Book", within three days, he killed more than 8,000 enemy horsemen, and became famous in the secular world! After being recruited by the imperial court, he was incorporated into Hu Lingwei, and successively served as a ranger general, a Dingyuan general, General Xuanwei, up to the general of Yiwei, and later the governor of the three states of soldiers and horses......"

"About a month ago, the king of Dong'an listened to the rumors, beheaded the young general, punished his nine clans, and even his old troops were either sent to prison cells or exiled and killed. The pastoral recounted, recalling this rumor.

"What about saving his life if he is so faint? Could it be that he can still rely on him to thrive and save the situation a little?" Mu Yu frowned and flicked his sleeves.

"If the monarch is assassinated and killed, the country of Dong'an will be in chaos, and the officers and soldiers who are already like lost dogs will be crushed, and once the war in the secular world is over, the foundation of the sect is broken, and we cannot replenish the strength from the secular to the army, then the situation of the war will only become more and more unfavorable for us. Tan Yong analyzed the stakes.

Mu Yu pondered for a moment, nodded helplessly, and said, "Senior brother, do you know who wants to assassinate that faint king?"

There are suspicions for the royal family, there are suspicions for the ministers, there are also suspicions for the generals in the capital, and there are still suspicions for the leaders of the rebels, even ...... His sons are still under suspicion. ”

"Hehe, doesn't this mean that the faint king has reached the point of betraying his relatives?"

Tan Yong shook his head and said, "It's just a good bird to choose a tree to perch on! Continue to be loyal to a rotten tree that is about to collapse, it is better to vote for another master, keep yourself safe, and your children and grandchildren will be rich and ......" (To be continued.) )