Chapter 204 The Northern Territory and the Imperial Capital

  “.”

  “.”

   “My lord.”

   “My lord!”

  When the barbarian alien king appeared in the human camp, the place was completely occupied by the barbarians. The tall and mighty barbarians put down their harvests and knelt down to him and performed the barbarian etiquette.

  Going all the way, the barbarian king Yi finally stopped in front of the big tent in the middle of the camp.

  There are 300 soldiers who surrendered from 5,000 Yubayashi elites, all of whom were pierced and knelt on the ground, and one of them was a heroic middle-aged man who took off his armor and sat middle.

  The flames flickered around, and there were all the elite barbarians who were fully armed and stood like iron towers.

  As if sensing something, the middle-aged man in the middle slowly opened his eyes and looked at the barbarian who came walking on the snow.

  The middle-aged man, supported by his personal guards, walked out of the crowd and stared calmly at the barbarian king.

  In the crackling of the bonfire,

  The barbarian Yi Wang stopped two meters in front of the middle-aged man.

  The middle-aged man is very burly, but he still looks a bit short under the iron tower-like figure of the barbarian Yiwang.

  The middle-aged man’s back is very straight:

   “Are you the barbarian king?”

   “Yes, I remember you.”

  The barbarian Yi Wang stared at the other party, and slowly uttered a rather jerky and flaming language in his hoarse vocal cords:

   “A general next to Wu Yuan on Dali Mountain.”

  The middle-aged man grinned when he heard the words:

   “Lord Barbarian King remembers that I am really terrified, but I have never seen Lord Barbarian King when I was in Dali Mountain. After all, you always hide behind the camp and cannot come out.”

  The barbarian Yi Wang was not angry, and said calmly:

   “This king thinks that you surrendered, it should not be to seek death directly.”

  The middle-aged man nodded and spit out a sentence:

   “The barbarian king is smart, I surrendered for two things.”

  The barbarian Yi Wang stared at the middle-aged man and nodded:

   “After you finish speaking, this king can give you a face.”

  The middle-aged man clasped his fists:

   “Then I will thank Lord Man Wang first. The first thing to do is to send a message to you, Man King, for my princess.”

  When the barbarian Yi Wang heard the words, the corners of his horny lips seemed to be smiling, which meant a lot:

   “It’s been two months since Dali Mountain was parted. I thought I could see Wu Yuan at Yunshun Mountain, but many nobles left beforehand. What does she want to say to me?”

  The middle-aged man stared at the barbarian King Yi, without being humble, and said in a deep voice:

   “Princess asked me to tell Lord Barbarian,

   “Time is waiting, return this horn to Yi Wang for the time being, and get it back together with your head in the future.”

  Speaking,

  The middle-aged man took out half of the horn from the bosom of the commoner and handed it to the tall barbarian king in front of him.

  The barbarian king Yi took it with his usual face, it was the bone spur he had been chopped off by Wu Yuan in Dali Mountain:

   “Okay, I can wait for her.

   “The next thing.”

  “.”

  The middle-aged man did not speak immediately. Under the gaze of the barbarians, he knelt down and bowed deeply to the south.

  Afterwards, he got up and glanced at the three hundred soldiers kneeling on the ground, and said with a smile:

   “I am a camp of thousands of thorns, and I want to give the princess a big gift from the barbarian king.”

  After all, the situation suddenly changed, and the middle-aged man’s eyes flashed with murderous intent, and without warning, he turned his fist into a palm and stabbed himself in the chest.

  “.”

  When the barbarian Yi Wang saw it, his expression was still calm, and he didn’t mean to stop him at all.

  Because half of the three hundred strokes behind the middle-aged man made the same move.

  Source Crystal.

  These human races directly swallowed the source crystals that contained the violent source energy in those warehouses.

   Immediately, a loud laugh spread throughout the camp:

   “Princess, this life is over, and I, Kong Yanghao, would like to be your music department in the next life!”

  The next moment,

  The wind blew up suddenly, the flames soared into the sky, and a huge mushroom cloud set off waves and rose in this snowy night

  Forty-five years of Jiajing,

  Blizzard fell in the northern region, Wu Yuan was defeated and fled to Yunshun Mountain, and all 5,000 soldiers of the Thousand Thorns Battalion died.

  Seven days later, Wu Chenghou suddenly appeared in Beifeng City and led the Beifeng Army from four towns into the Beihuang Snowfield.

  At the same time, a gossip gradually spread in the bustling Di’an City.

  Xu Sanshao from Xiangguo Mansion has returned to Beijing.

  Compared with the vicissitudes of the Northern Frontier War, Xu Yuan’s life in the Imperial Capital was very peaceful.

  Papa has no intention of letting him take over the affairs immediately, and the heir on the surface is still that old brother Wang.

  Because of this, his life is very idle.

  Two days later, Xu Yinhe called him to the study, gave him a letter, and asked whether the person writing it was Zhou Chen or him.

  The signature is Li Yunqing, the younger brother Xu Yuan just recognized not long ago.

   Seeing the content of this letter, Xu Yuan laughed outright.

   is very restrained, and there are no fancy words, but one can see the meaning of killing at a glance.

  Xu Yuan originally thought that the old man would ask him something, but Xu Yinhe just told him vaguely that if he goes out for fun, don’t go out of his way when you meet the third prince in the place of fireworks.

  But Xu Yuan has no intention of going to those places at this stage, because he has to practice quickly.

  Nine Yuan Calming Jue allows him to practice all the time, but the speed is still not as fast as his own practice.

  In this extraordinary world, which is regarded as a high martial arts, although cultivation is not omnipotent, if you want to sit in the position of daddy without cultivation, it is absolutely impossible.

   Therefore, life in the Imperial Capital is similar to that in Jingjiang Mansion. The only difference is probably that cultivation resources such as pill source crystals can be supplied in unlimited quantities.

  Di’an City, as the heart of the Great Yan, is extremely abundant in all kinds of materials drawn from various places, and so is the warehouse of the Xiangguo Mansion.

   During this period of time, Xu Yuan just realized what it means to be rich and self-willed.

  One hundred taels of all kinds of precious medicine pills can be eaten as jelly beans, and thousands of taels of silver can be dried in a day.

  Occasionally, he would drink a top-quality elixir worth ten thousand taels.

  Compared with the cost of cultivation, the cost of visiting Goulan in the past is nothing worth mentioning.

  Take drugs, practice, eat, take drugs, practice, take a medicinal bath, sleep.

  The life of the rich is so boring and boring.

  However, the elder brother Xu Changge occasionally finds time in his busy schedule to come to him, which brings a little pain to his boring and boring life.

  It’s a beautiful name, to help him exercise his actual combat ability.

  Practice sword skills.

  Gentlemen’s agreement, Xu Changge only uses sword skills and does not use source qi, while Xu Yuan can use the soul power of a saint.

   With the instinct that has been integrated into the body for more than ten years in the illusion, Xu Yuan was not very afraid of this big brother at first.

  But after being hung up and beaten several times, Xu Yuan learned from the pain.

  Well, just pretend to be dead and play bad and stop fighting.

  Besides, what Xu Yuan felt most about the Xiangguo mansion in the imperial capital was that there were as many high-level cultivators as Chinese cabbages.

  Occasionally after a meal, stroll along the wetland lake, you can see five or six third-rank great masters to report work, and most of the nursing homes are almost five-rank cultivation. The maids and waiters in the village generally have a cultivation base of around eighth rank.

   After living like this for about half a month, the news of Xu Yuan’s return to Beijing was deliberately spread.

   Therefore,

  His boring and boring life has one more hook to listen to music.

  (end of this chapter)