From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Joyful spring.

The winter outside is cold and harsh, but here the grass is green and lush.

"I've read all the history books and found that when a talented person rises, he will always meet a few noble people. I don't dare to take this title, but being one of the eight commanders of Beimang should not be dispensable. The Kongbi Army is the strongest army in the world, and the Helian family of Xihezhou has a total of 180,000 troops. Objectively speaking, this apprenticeship gift is not light."

Helian was very serious.

He had heard some news from Liyang, and the information that Taiping Ling would return to Beimang was no secret among the top leaders.

The troubled times are coming again and he is already old, so it is time to place the bets.

No one can tell who will conquer the world.

But the Marquis of Ji'an is sixth in the world and is extremely young. Even if he is defeated in the future, he can retire to the mountains.

More importantly, it is still underdeveloped.

From any perspective, there is no reason for a qualified homeowner not to invest.

Jiang Yuan thought for a moment. He always used force to subdue his opponents and rarely encountered someone who would actively approach him like the other party. In the beginning, he recruited the scholar Guo Si by means of threats. Otherwise, no one would look up to a mere captain with real power.

"Change it to the grandson."

Helian Weiwu shook his head, "Then I will be immediately liquidated by the Queen of Beimang. The Spider Web has penetrated the North and South Courts quite well. These things may not be successfully concealed, but as long as they are ambiguous, the weight of the Helian family is enough to protect themselves. Besides, my two sons are not ambitious. They are brave enough to be a general, but not enough to ensure the stability of the generations. Among my grandchildren, only Huoyue is worth watching."

"He can only be a registered disciple." Jiang Yuan said. The so-called registered disciple is a disciple in name only, not officially recognized. He actually didn't earn much by exchanging for the Helian family army.

"Why?" Helian Weiwu was surprised, this time it was just pure confusion.

"There are pearls ahead."

Jiang Yuan stood up and put the fishing rod aside. Without the blessing of the energy that circulated for five hundred miles in one breath, this lively fishing rod was just an ordinary branch seen on the roadside.

"Take me to see the Leiming Temple. With the luck of the Tantric sect, there should be some small opportunities."

Helian waved his hand mightily, and more than a hundred elite warriors in the distance moved to clear the way.

"The Taiping Order has entered the capital, and the Northern Mang is about to go to war. The Buddhist sect is wealthy, and the next step is probably to destroy Buddhism. After all, all major events in the world cannot be separated from money. If you come again next time, I'm afraid you will not have a chance to visit the Leiming Temple."

……

The hinterland of the two Liao regions.

A roadside restaurant.

This shop is famous for its beef and mutton offal, and the spicy and fragrant ancestral red oil has attracted countless local foodies.

The man in green shirt sat upright, and occasionally picked up his chopsticks with great grace. Perhaps because the red oil had penetrated his lungs, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his face showed a rare look of happiness.

Cui Nan didn't remember the past events clearly, but at least he knew what he wanted to do. Throughout the history of this world, there were as many as 37 exiled immortals recorded in ancient books, but without exception, all of them failed to reach the summit due to "inadaptability to the local climate and water."

The head is too heavy and the feet are too light. The locals are born to adapt to it. It's just that it's a little more difficult to practice. The foundation is seven or eight points stronger than that of the outsiders. But if it's a banished immortal from outside, he will first have to take a heavy blow. The four gods in the sky were born with the four worlds, and the main gods of later generations were born from them. They are only one level weaker than the three founders of the three religions. Shinto does not talk much about combat power, but its "weight" is unquestionable.

As a newcomer among the exiled immortals, and still a half-stolen immigrant, Cui Nan had a particularly hard time. There was no question of any realm or no realm at all. He even dared to conclude that he would not live past forty.

Two sturdy servants stood with their hands behind their backs, accustomed to the teacher's frail body. One of them had unexpectedly reached the Profound Finger Realm. If he was still in Zhao Gou, he would be able to be a big boss.

Across the table, the middle-aged man was still waiting.

Just like he had waited for the unification of the nine kingdoms in the Spring and Autumn Period and had waited for the six national wars between the North and the South, everyone in the world knew that the great general Gu Jiantang, who was stationed in the two Liao states, had 200,000 to 300,000 elite border troops under his command and was the stabilizer of Li Yang.

"Before I met him, I thought General Gu was a stone statue."

Cui Nan wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, smiling calmly. "Just for colluding with Cao Changqing, I would not be too harsh to kill you. Don't expect a bamboo basket to be useful to Xuanwu Fu. Gu's knife is not as good as Wang Xianzhi's, but it is still quite powerful." Gu Jiantang had no expression on his face.

Cui Nan smiled and said, "I was a little confused before, why did Brother Cao dare to hastily support the new emperor? After all, this is inconsistent with the policy I gave for Western Shu. Everyone can see that the Spring and Autumn Period has passed, and Western Chu is just a flash in the pan. It is bound to be regrettable. But if Brother Cao wanted to die, he would never drag the daughter of his beloved into it."

The Queen of Great Chu was the most beautiful woman in the world and had secured a place among the Thirteen Greatest Men of the Spring and Autumn Period. A duke once offered 6,000 elite soldiers to exchange her for Xu Xiao, the King of Northern Liang who had conquered the capital of Chu, just for the sake of their sexual pleasure.

“But if there’s a magic move on the edge of the board, things will be very different.”

Cui Nan picked up the crude tea bowl and took a sip of the plain water. The red oil was almost killing him.

"Not to mention the world, even I, when I heard it from others, was inevitably prejudiced and thought that General Gu was a loyal pillar of the court. But I am a self-reflective person. Why can Xu Xiao wander around the border, while our general who also commands the elite border troops has to be a coward?"

Gu Jiantang unconsciously grasped the hilt of the knife.

Zhi Xuanwufu, who was acting as a servant, stepped forward.

Cui Nan pretended to have suddenly realized something and said, "The reason why the country is stable is because the two major border armies are stationed in the northern border. Xu Xiao is a bad guy, so our General Gu must be a good guy. After all, if they were all bad guys, everyone would immediately line up to buy coffins. Human hearts are so interesting."

"Are you here to die?" Gu Jiantang asked coldly.

"General Gu, you might as well wait a little longer. Don't be too disappointed." Cui Nan said gently, "I can roughly guess the content of the agreement that you and Brother Cao have not yet reached."

Western Chu restored its country and regained control of the Central Plains. It fully supported Gu Jiantang in pursuing the enemy and driving them north, making up for the regret that the other party Chunqiu was unable to completely let go. In this regard, Western Chu had nurtured scholars for two hundred years, and the reputation accumulated over history was several levels higher than that of Li Yang.

Gu Jiantang loosened his grip on the knife.

"I know much more about how the Zhao family of Liyang treats its meritorious officials than you, a young man. The veterans like Yang Shenxing will soon die a miserable death. I will inevitably be in the same dilemma as Xu Xiao in the future."

“Then let’s have a gamble. We bet on whether the three veterans can get a second round of support from the court, whether Xu Xiao will be given a great posthumous title after his death, and whether Zhang Julu, who paved the way for poor scholars, will be imprisoned and his entire clan executed by Li Yang because of a counterattack by the wealthy and powerful families.” Cui Nan said. As long as he could win one of the three bets, he would win, because there was not much time.

Gu Jiantang pondered for a long time, and instantly drew out the world's best sword from his waist - the Crossing the River Pawn.

The one who will cause chaos in the world must be this person.

"If you can't be of any use to me, you'd better die early."

"General, why are you angry?"

An old monk with tattered robes suddenly appeared.

Liangchan Temple, the Buddhist leader of the world, monk Nagarjuna.

First he became a great Vajra in Buddhism, and then he was promoted to a deity on earth.

The defense is the best in the world.

Together with Qilin Zhenren of the Daode Sect, they are known as "Southern Buddhism and Northern Taoism".

Cui Nan stretched, paid the bill and got up to leave.

Gu Jiantang put away his knife, he knew that even if he tried his best he couldn't chop off the Buddha's head.

"I owe Cui Nan a huge favor. I hope the general will forgive me." Monk Longshu clasped his hands together and bowed to apologize.

"How can a clay Buddha protect himself when crossing the river?" Gu Jiantang sneered. Both the north and the south were about to destroy Buddhism and worship Taoism. It was because these guys were too fat and ate too much.

"Amitabha, I will go to Qilin Zhenren to seek advice." said the monk Nagarjuna.

(End of this chapter)