Starting from the Valkyrie, pushing across the ages

Chapter 83 Returning to Qianzhou, Invited by Prime Minister Liu
At dusk in the desert, the red sun gradually sinks into the earth.

Under the vast sky, the yellow sand is boundless, the heat gradually dissipates, and the cold air rises.

More than a dozen corpses were half-buried in the sand, with their heads in different places.

Rushing footsteps sounded, and another group of figures rushed over, with the same purple face and silver waist, belonging to Daxia Shenzhang.

Looking at the corpses scattered all over the place, the god arresters were silent, and with a light whistle, they summoned the falcons and sent a message to the imperial capital.

The barren island is too far away from the imperial capital, and the harsh climate in the desert makes it impossible for homing pigeons to survive, so they can only rely on falcons.

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Bang!
The jade cup fell to the ground, and the crisp sound of explosion echoed on the Golden Luan Hall.

Yang Zongxian's complexion was gloomy, and the terrible wound on his neck had healed, but his complexion was still abnormally pale and bloodless.

There were few people in the Golden Luan Hall, and more than half of the ministers and generals from all sides were killed or injured, and the rest were still fleeing disaster outside and never returned.

If Yang Zongxian hadn't notified some important ministers in advance, there may not be many people still in the Jinluan Hall today.

Knowing the news of Sikong Yuan's disappearance again, Yang Zongxian couldn't sit still at the moment.

In Sikong Yuan's state of losing his mind at that time, even if he found those god arresters who were chasing him, he would never run away, and after killing those god arresters, he would still continue to cause trouble.

In the current situation, there are only two possibilities, one is that Sikong Yuan has recovered his sanity, and the other is that he still has a secret helping hand.

Regardless of the possibility, it is not good news for Yang Zongxian.

"Your Majesty, please calm down and take care of the dragon body."

Liu Kunnan took a step forward, bowed and said, "That man-devil's methods are treacherous, and all the gods must have tried their best."

"That's it."

Yang Zongxian closed his eyes, slumped on the dragon chair, and lightly twitched his eyebrows:
"The imperial decree, recently I will retreat to heal the wounds, and the affairs of the court will be handed over to Liu Xiang. I will give him the right to do things cheaply, and the governments of all states will be exempted from tax for one year, and they will open granaries. Burn the dead and bury the bones, beware of the plague."

"My minister complies with the decree." Liu Kunnan bowed to receive the decree.

After World War I, not only the entire imperial capital was almost leveled, but the rest of the continents were also affected. It would not take three or two days to recover.

All the people in the Golden Luan Hall had a gloomy look on their brows. They knew very well in their hearts that the majestic foundation of Daxia had begun to shake amidst waves of great changes.

"Your Majesty, the emperor's heir is the foundation of the country. Nowadays, the world is changing and people's hearts are fluctuating. I hope that Your Majesty will consider reopening the harem, spreading branches and leaves for the royal family, and strengthening the country."

"That's right, I hope His Majesty will think about it."

Several officials spoke up to advise one after another. They have one thing in common, that is, they are not very old, they are all in their twenties, and they have not yet reached their thirties.

The slightly older officials, including Liu Kunnan, were silent.

"I will consider this matter, let's go."

Yang Zongxian waved his hand, at this moment, how could he have such thoughts.

"I'm waiting to retire."

Liu Kunnan bowed and saluted, the eyes in his drooping eyes were obscure.

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Dry Chau.

This land near the Northern Territory is the only place Sikong Yuan has never set foot in. Perhaps his remaining consciousness made him avoid this former homeland.

Under the moonlight, the mountains are steep, the continuous mountains are like beasts lying quietly, the mountain wind is sweeping, and the forest sea is like waves.

Surrounded by mountains, it is a quiet valley with shaded trees, and a brand new tomb rises from the ground.

There are no words on the stele, and it looks a bit bleak under the hazy moonlight.

There were countless people who died under Sikong Yuan's hands, if someone inscribed on the stele, it would definitely cause trouble if someone happened to pass by.

What's more, Sikong Yuan has no descendants, and after a hundred years, no one will come to worship him, and there is no need to leave his name.

"Sister won't follow me back to the Northern Territory?"

Hearing Fu Chan's plan, Shen Qing frowned slightly, Fu Chan had no strength to restrain a chicken, it was too dangerous to stay alone in this mountain.

"I want to guard the mausoleum for him, leaving him alone, it would be a bit lonely."

Looking at the brand-new mausoleum, Fu Chan pursed her lips and smiled: "No one will disturb you here, it's pretty quiet."

Seeing that Shen Qing's brows were slightly frowned, Fu Chan said again: "Don't worry, Sikong Yuan taught me the method of cultivation back then, I will find a way to protect myself, there are villages and towns more than ten miles away, I won't be far away from people, just can't survive."

Hearing this, Shen Qing couldn't help being silent, just like what Si Kongyuan said back then, Fu Chan is an individual who has the right to choose her own future, and she has no reason to stop Fu Chan.

After pondering for a moment, Fu Chan raised her hand, pulled out a hairpin from the back of her head, and handed it to Shen Qing.

"This is?" Shen Qing was a little puzzled.

The whole body of the hairpin is green and integrated, with an inconspicuous crack in the middle.

"At the beginning, my father was beheaded for corruption and bribery. Before ransacking the house, he gave me this hairpin, and told me to grit my teeth and live. If I can escape from the teaching workshop in the future, I will give this hairpin Break it off, saying that there is a way to survive inside."

Fu Chan sighed softly, with bitterness in her eyes: "The second night I entered the Jiaofang Division, I felt that I couldn't survive, so I broke the jade hairpin directly."

Shen Qing didn't answer the words. The suffering in the Jiaofang Division is far from something ordinary people can swallow. Even if someone takes care of her, Fu Chan's life has not been easy these years.

"In this hairpin, there is a letter and a map. My father left me an inheritance. I don't know what it is. It is far away in southern Xinjiang."

"When I sent you away from the Jiaofang Division, I originally planned to hand over this hairpin to you, but southern border is not an ordinary land, and I didn't mention it for fear of causing trouble to you."

Fu Chan held Shen Qing's hand tightly, and said in a deep voice:
"You are someone who wants to do great things. I don't know if this thing is useful to you, but at least it will be better than nothing."

Shen Qing didn't refuse, and took the jade hairpin, but she didn't really intend to go.

The inheritance of a third-rank servant, presumably only some gold and silver property, has almost no effect on her, but now she refuses, Fu Chan will feel bad, after all, this is the way of life her father left for her.

Shen Qing carefully put away the jade hairpin, took out a few bottles of elixir, and handed over the silver to Fu Chan. Fu Chan also did not refuse, she really needed these things now.

"In the future, I will see you again when I have time."

Shen Qing lit three incense sticks, bowed in front of the grave, then turned and left.

Yang Zongxian is not dead yet, she still has a lot to do.

It won't be long before Qianzhou is hers too, and it will be much more convenient to take care of Fu Chan when the time comes.

After Shen Qing left, Fu Chan stroked the tombstone in front of her and remained silent for a long time.

The temperature from the fingertips was rough and cold.

The one lying in the tomb was not a demon, not the Demon Slayer, but a man named Sikong Yuan.

Like Sikong Yuan, she was alone and had no one to support her.

There is always nothing perfect in the world, her life was not going well, and Sikong Yuan also suffered a lot in his life.

Before that, she still had some unrealistic fantasies in her heart, maybe...meeting Sikong Yuan would be the beginning of her luck, the moment she was taken out of the Jiaofang Division by Sikong Yuan, her heart that had been dead for many years seemed to come alive , with long-lost vigor.

It's a pity that a flower that suddenly blooms will also wither suddenly, and after the cold winter wind blows, there will be no trace of the remaining petals in the end.

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Northern Territory.

Silver Tooth City.

A few days ago, this place was the king's capital of a powerful country, but now, the King Zhao flag has been planted.

Shen Qing stepped on the moonlight, entered the capital city, and went straight to the central palace.

The palace is surrounded by heavy guards, and several masters take turns to take care of it, which can be said to be watertight.

But for Shen Qing, the description is in vain.

In the side hall, on the soft couch, Zhao Yu was performing meritorious deeds. Under Shen Qing's compulsory request, she now spends at least six hours a day on cultivation, and most of the military affairs are handed over to the subordinates.

As a general of an army, what he has to do is to coordinate the overall situation, he can know how to use the general, and he can do everything by himself, so he can't achieve great things.

Hearing Shen Qing's footsteps, Zhao Yu slowly recovered, opened his eyes, and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

News of the great changes that took place in the Great Xia has already spread to the Northern Territory. All the countries in the Northern Territory are quite aware of the horrors of humans and demons. This caused a burst of panic, and she couldn't help but worry about Shen Qing's safety.

Glancing behind Shen Qing, Zhao Yu didn't see anyone, and when he came back alone, Zhao Yu didn't ask much, but just moved his body, and consciously gave way to Shen Qing.

Shen Qing lay down on the soft couch exhausted, even with a sundial that can adjust the state of the body, the mental exhaustion will not disappear, and it will take time to recover.

In the journey of cultivation, the importance of the soul is far more important than the body. Without a strong enough soul, it is impossible to control the rapidly expanding power.

Now Shen Qing's cultivation base is still shallow, and as her cultivation base increases in the future, it is very likely that her soul will not be able to control her body.

The rotation of the sundial only changed her physical body, but did not enhance her mental state, which was a disadvantage.

Seeing that Shen Qing's brows were always twisted, Zhao Yu quietly turned over, knelt down beside Shen Qing, and gently pressed the top of her head with her fingertips, soothing Shen Qing's nerves.

Unknowingly, Shen Qing lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning.

"Are you going to meet the messengers?"

As soon as Shen Qing got up, Zhao Yu's inquiry came from the side. Zhao Yu had already got up and started sorting out today's government affairs.

Shen Qing rubbed the center of her brows, just remembered the messengers Zhao Yu was talking about, nodded and said:
"Call them."

After a while, Shen Qing put on the mask again, and met those who delivered the letters for Liu Kunnan earlier.

There are a total of 47 people in this line, both men and women, most of them are in their thirties, Shen Qing glanced at them, but did not see any familiar faces, at least in the imperial capital, they were not famous figures, and their reputation was not obvious.

The overall strength of these people is not strong, and most of them have never even practiced martial arts. There is only one grand master and two innate martial arts masters.

Sending a letter, but so many people came, Shen Qing couldn't help but feel puzzled: "Aside from sending the letter, does Liu Kunnan have anything else to bring?"

"Xiang Liu sent me here to help the general and achieve a great cause together."

The only master among the crowd spoke respectfully.

After pondering for a while, Shen Qing waved his hand and drove away the group of people, then discussed with Zhao Yu and temporarily inserted these people into the camp.

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In a blink of an eye, it is already half a month.

But in half a month's time, the camp, which was originally a bit chaotic, took on a new look and cleaned up a lot.

Shen Qing was a little surprised to find that these people sent by Liu Kunnan handled internal affairs at a very high level, no less than those high-ranking officials above the court, obviously someone had carefully trained them.

With these people as the backbone, supplemented by many low-level officials, it is enough to support a huge empire in a short period of time.

It takes more than ten or even twenty years of hard work to cultivate such talents.

Liu Kunnan spent a lot of time and energy secretly cultivating such a group of people, and he probably planned a big game long ago.

This game of chess may have something to do with Shen Lie. Above the temple, it is not as simple as she has heard before.

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With the help of these people, Shen Qing's power in the Northern Territory has expanded several times faster, but in the past half a year, all the countries in the Northern Territory have been captured by her.

The army under his command has expanded to 30, most of them are soldiers from the northern countries.

During this period, Shen Qing specially dispatched one hundred thousand troops to search and dig in rare places in the Northern Territory, trying to find some clues about the secret realm.

When she just returned to the Northern Territory, she returned to the top of Jiutian Peak and relied on the sundial to deduce it for more than [-] years. However, the progress of her skills was not satisfactory, and she had just touched the late stage of the Condensation Realm. The threshold of Gang Sha is even more out of the question.

The speed of practice in the secular world is too slow. Even on Jiutian Mountain, relying on the power of the rare stars, her strength progress is not satisfactory. On the contrary, the huge rock on the top of the mountain is nourished by spiritual energy and is more transparent.

Time flies, and it is another year in a blink of an eye.

During this year, Shen Qing's cultivation level did not improve. She received a lot of news that seemed to be about the secret realm, but after checking it herself, she was disappointed.

The number of secret realms is much rarer than she imagined.

The strength of her army is stronger than before, expanding to 40.

Hao Yun has the power of elixir to nourish, and his cultivation base has returned to the peak, and even went further, becoming another martial arts master in the army.

In addition to the martial arts masters who are waiting for the wind among the countries in the Northern Region, there are more than ten masters under Shen Qing's command, and they are gradually gaining some momentum.

For these masters, Shen Qing didn't teach them the ancient methods. Firstly, the practice of the ancient methods was too slow, and they had to waste their work and start over. Given the age of these masters, it was obviously too late.

Furthermore, nowadays there are not so many resources to support so many monks to practice ancient methods.

In order to improve the fighting power of these grandmasters as soon as possible, Shen Qing copied all the exercises that he remembered in his mind, and reproduced the Shen family's Tibetan Martial Arts Pavilion.

This is even more helpful to those masters.

Just as Shen Qing integrated the Northern Territory and was about to get her hands on Qianzhou, she received another letter.

Originated from the Prime Minister of Daxia, Liu Kunnan.

In the letter, he first asked Shen Qing if the people who sent it were used smoothly, and then asked Shen Qing for an interview.

The agreed place is the junction of Qianzhou and Xuanzhou. This place is very ingenious, far enough from the imperial capital, but very close to the Northern Territory.

After Shen Qing received the letter, she set off immediately without any hesitation.

Because Liu Kunnan's letter clearly stated that he has what Shen Qing wants most now.

(End of this chapter)