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

The war enveloped Xiangyang City, and this most important city in the world that once resisted the King of Northern Liang for ten years was on the verge of crumbling.

In Xiangyang city, the royal palace courtyard.

Jiang Yuan didn't pay much attention to the situation outside. He kept exchanging chess pieces with the man in blue shirt in front of him.

The two of them sitting here playing chess is also a kind of exchange of pieces. In the eyes of outsiders, Cao Guanzi, who has risen from a Confucian scholar to a tyrant and been promoted to a celestial being, can already compete with Tuoba Bodhisattva, who is second in the world. In a horizontal comparison, he should definitely be better than the Duke of Ji.

"If I were still a Confucian sage, I would probably be forced into a desperate situation by the Duke at gunpoint."

Cao Changqing glanced at the Deer-Cutting Spear not far away with fear. The filth and dirt inside it was horrifying. It was undoubtedly a nightmare for people from the three religions. Even if it was just a scratch on the skin, it could make people groan in pain and quickly destroy their purity.

Jiang Yuan didn't say much. After all, he and the Demon Cult leader had the same tone, so he would be exposed in three sentences. As for hiding things, it was not because he was disdainful of doing so, but simply because he was tired of it.

"I have heard for a long time that the Duke is a master of boxing. In my Great Chu, there is a man named Wei Miao, a warrior in the Celestial Realm, whose boxing skills are the best in the southern border. At this moment, it is estimated that he has already broken through the battlefield with Kou Jianghuai. Before sunset, Xiangyang City is bound to change hands. Can you teach me then?"

Jiang Yuan took a sip of his drink and then nodded.

"The Duke can't stand a traitor like me?" Cao Changqing was surprised. Why didn't this guy say a word in response?

"My lord is practicing silent meditation to perfect his Vajra state." Ning Shijian, who was standing with his hands aside, replied.

"Then I am sorry for bothering you." Cao Changqing shook his head and laughed. The two great Vajra had unprecedented physiques and it was reasonable for them to study the Buddhist traditions on a daily basis.

When the game reached the middle stage, it was still a monotonous exchange of pieces with no winner or loser. One was busy constructing the five cities and twelve towers in his body with slow and steady efforts, while the other was strategizing the battle. They had no way to concentrate, and the result was just a way of killing time, going back and forth and taking pieces one by one.

Not long after, a group of servants and maids hurried over. Princess Jing'an's face was pale and her majestic breasts were trembling.

There was no one on the Western Chu front who failed to recognize that blue shirt.

"My princess, are you well?" Cao Changqing said with a smile, "I am not entering the city to fight. I am just in the mood to have a few rounds of hand-to-hand conversation with the Duke. My princess, please do as you please. There is no need to worry."

"Hello, Mr. Cao." Pei Nanwei bowed and saluted. She wore a dark-colored, wide-sleeved, cross-collared robe, a pure white gauze dress, and all the jewelry, flower hairpins, and jade ornaments were intact. It was obvious that she was ready to die in a dignified manner.

"Don't meet me. In Xiangyang City, apart from your prince who treats you as coldly as ice, only the Duke can protect you." Cao Changqing found it quite interesting that the princess had not yet realized that she had been sold out.

"I will submit a petition to the capital regarding the Crown Prince's succession to the title, but I cannot guarantee what the outcome will be, provided that the Crown Prince is alive." Jiang Yuan said calmly. Pei Nanwei is old man Pei's legitimate daughter. If she does not have to die, then she can live.

Among the servants and maids, an old maid met the cold gaze and nodded her head with all her might. She then took out poison from her sleeve and swallowed it. After only three breaths, she died instantly.

Ear-piercing screams broke out one after another, and Pei Nanwei's cloud-shaped brocade shoes slipped, and she fell to the ground with her body tilted. No one helped her because the old lady's death was particularly miserable, with her eyeballs almost exploded and her face covered in black blood.

Cao Changqing looked at the general named Ning beside someone. What a silent man he was. He kept silent all the time. It seemed that he really didn't take him seriously.

Pei Nanwei's face turned pale, and the thought of committing suicide that lingered in her mind disappeared completely. She used to be afraid of pain, and when she heard the servants say that the situation was hopeless, she couldn't help but recall the scene of her dilapidated home in the past. At that time, her father didn't care about anything and abandoned the ancestral home, allowing a large number of Zhao Gou's killers to break in. Seeing this, she planned to jump into the well, but as soon as she got to the side, she felt the well water was extremely piercing. She found white silk, and saw the miserable appearance of the hanged maid. She was too ugly and too miserable. The jade sword on her waist was for decoration, so she must not die happily, so she could only prepare to hit her head against a wall, and finally fell to the ground like this.

Zhao Gou got the order from above to capture a chess piece reserved by Mr. Yuan. The process was effortless. When the target was found, the cardamom girl knelt in the hall and waited obediently. At the chess table, Cao Changqing picked up a white piece and dropped it casually, afraid of pain and death. This princess was not a heroine, but the willows in the south of the Yangtze River in spring, the fragrant trees intoxicated the tourists. Since she was a beauty on the Rouge List, there was no reason to waste the gift of nature.

Jiang Yuan turned his head and glanced at the crow on his shoulder.

"Life and death are your own responsibility." Old man Pei said with a complicated tone. He would not take action once, otherwise how could he be worthy of his daughter who was replaced. However, she had been with him for many years and they had always been each other. It had been like this since birth. Things were a mess and he could only try his best to turn a blind eye to them. In the past, he gave her a sword and a boxing manual, intending to even the odds. But who knew that the other party was so afraid of pain that she refused to practice.

"From today on, you will learn boxing from me. There will be no master-disciple relationship between us. In the future, we will go our separate ways." Jiang Yuan said the second sentence.

Pei Nanwei didn't quite understand and was about to cry.

Cao Changqing looked up suspiciously, he always had a feeling that something was not quite right.

……

The night of the 25th day of the first lunar month.

Xiangyang city was broken.

Fifty thousand elite frontline troops were destroyed, the Spring and Autumn veteran Yang Shenxing died in battle, Prince Guangling rebelled, and the two naval forces changed hands after a fierce battle.

The eldest prince left the city overnight and Prince Jing'an led his troops to escort him. Two of them were beheaded, one was shot to death, and the crown prince disappeared.

When the news spread, people in the Central Plains all lamented. The king exchanged his flesh and blood for his brothers, and his loyalty to the current emperor was beyond words.

From a big picture perspective, the fall of Xiangyang meant a shift in offense and defense, and Western Chu was able to covet half of the Central Plains and the south of the Yangtze River.

The Queen of Western Chu issued an edict, appointing Prince of Guangling Zhao Yi as the King of Shu, giving him full responsibility for military affairs in Shu.

Tens of thousands of Beiwei troops set out immediately. As the "only two" vassal kings who could compete with Beiliang to some extent, this elite force under the King of Shu was of outstanding quality and was far from being a match that the Governor of Shuzhou could resist. The Beiwei infantry were good at trekking into dangerous places, and any discerning person could see that Shu was in danger.

As for the rebellion in the south, Beiliang had not yet responded. An army of 200,000 Tuoba clan troops arrived at Longyao Prefecture in the south from the north court and deployed their troops on the border. A war was about to break out.

In the martial arts world, the battle between good and evil began. The leader of the martial arts world and the sword servant joined forces to deliver a sword, barely withstanding the fierce power of the leader of the Demon Cult. More than a hundred people on both sides died in the battle, and the hatred intensified. The young master of the first-class sect Kuaixue Mountain Villa was killed. The owner was heartbroken and made a great vow to kill the Demon Cult's great protector.

After the fall of Xiangyang City, chaos had already broken out in the Central Plains and Jiangnan. The Liyang court urgently dispatched infantry and cavalry from six states to Yu and Yang states to build a defense line and, relying on Langan City, create a second Xiangyang Protectorate.

At the same time, General Gu Jiantang, following the imperial order, led only 10,000 border cavalry southward.

As if unwilling to let Western Chu dominate alone, the Emperor Yan of Southern Tang personally led his troops northward and looked at the city of Xiangyang from afar. At the same time, the first massacre occurred in Shu.

The troubled times have finally arrived.

(End of this chapter)