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There were many people gathered around the high platform. They didn't seem to care much about what the people on the high platform said, but they couldn't leave. They were obviously forced to come.

The barbarian on the high platform was not affected at all by the audience's indifference. He flipped through a book in his hand and continued to explain with gusto.

"The ancient history books "Historical Records of Hengxiong" excavated by us Wuxiong people clearly describe the origins of people in the world, such as this paragraph."

"Chiyou was the fourteenth generation of the royal family of the Wuxiong Ancient Dynasty. Inspired by King Hengxiong, he invented weapons and chariots..."

Su Hanshan looked over there for a while, and Jiangdong's pioneer officer came closer quietly: "Is there anything wrong with the Hu? Is he a master?"

Yang Baifa's more than 10,000 soldiers and horses, including himself, include three masters in the spiritual realm and six people with psychic powers.

But the vanguard officers sent in, in order to disguise themselves as common people and not attract attention, are only in the realm of internal refining of their souls.

When it comes to identifying masters, we mainly rely on Su Hanshan, whose spiritual sense makes even the powerful in the realm of souls unable to predict.

"No, he's just an ordinary barbarian."

Su Hanshan said, "But the things he talked about are not ordinary."

The Pioneer Officer didn't take it seriously: "It's just a random fabrication. Just look at the faces of the people and you can tell that none of them take these things seriously."

"No matter how false the lie is, if it is supported by force, it will become unclear if it is propagated for a few more years."

Su Hanshan's eyes were quite serious and he said, "The soldiers and horses of the Donghu people are not called kings or generals, but called teachers. Obviously, what this Hu man does is not his personal matter, but their teaching to the middle and high-level people." The means laid out.”

"With such great ambitions and knowing how to plot, you must be more careful when seeking information."

The pioneer officer nodded slightly and gave a few instructions to the people behind him. All the horses and horses escorting the wood slowly dispersed into several teams while walking, and went their separate ways.

On the surface, it seems that because they transported too much goods, they scattered them so that they could each find buyers.

In fact, it was to prevent so many people from gathering together and attracting attention, and also to make it easier to inquire about news from all parties in the city.

Su Hanshan and the others, disguised as civilians escorting goods, originally had two plans.

First, the barbarians are bad. If you meet them outside the city, you will attack them directly. Then the large troops behind will press on and attack the city directly, but then it will become a pure head-on confrontation and a fight for strength.

Now that we can successfully enter the city, of course we should follow the second plan.

The group of people who entered the city were mainly looking for information, such as the residence of the leader of the Hu people and the focus of defense after the Hu people entered the city.

Which side is their direct lineage, which side is the surrendered troops, and what is the relationship with the surrounding cities?

There is more than one city in this area where several large inland rivers merge into the Bohai Sea.

Although the other cities are not as good as Juma City in terms of geographical location, military strength, and number of experts, their attitudes may have a certain impact on the battle situation, which still needs to be considered.

If all this information is obtained, the priorities and priorities during the siege will be in order, and the losses caused by the war can be minimized with the goal of victory.

Su Hanshan and the group of pioneer officers headed to the west dock of the city to observe the situation of the ships in the port.

When we arrived at the pier, we saw only a sparse crowd. Although there seemed to be a lot of moored ships, many of them were empty and there were no people on them. Instead, there were some suspicious signs of damage.

Hu soldiers carrying long and narrow scimitars were walking around on the dock, accompanied by several officials-looking people.

Pioneer pretended to be a good official. When he got here, he talked to some merchants and complained softly about the difficulty in finding buyers.

Su Hanshan was mingling next to the lumber truck when he suddenly saw a dozen speedboats approaching on the river to the west and docked at the dock, with a black bear's head flag flying on one side of the sail.

The soldiers of the Hu people rushed over and greeted them loudly, looking very respectful.

After the clipper stopped, nearly a hundred people came out one after another, most of them dressed as barbarians, and there were also some men in black robes with their hair tied in buns.

Su Hanshan felt a trace of surprise in his heart.

The aura of those men in black is obviously different from that of the warriors in this world.

For experts in this world, it may be difficult to distinguish because they have never seen it before, but Su Hanshan is very familiar with it.

Because that is a sign that one's own vitality is restrained in the meridians and is flowing and nourishing in an orderly manner, that is, the inner strength of the true energy has been developed.

The temple of Honyin and Benzhi was directly inherited from the heyday of the Wude Dynasty. It is basically certain that within the scope of information that the Wude Dynasty could reach at that time, there was no established method of breathing out the true energy.

However, the world is developing after all, and after these fifty years of great changes, it is possible for someone to figure out a method similar to breathing out the true energy.

Su Hanshan didn't make too much fuss. His eyes were still lowered, looking at the lumber truck, but he raised his hearing to the highest level and paid attention to the movement over there.

Among the men in black robes, a young man with narrow eyes, a handsome smile, said: "The leader has already experienced the soul-suppressing bell this time, so he must understand our sincerity, right?"

"It is indeed a good baby."

The person who answered among the Donghu people was a man with thick eyebrows and long beard, not tall, but with a very powerful temperament.

Different from those soldiers who could only speak nonsense, this man spoke the Central Plains dialect very fluently, with an extremely natural tone and tone, as if he was a native speaker. He raised his hand in an invitation gesture.

"Master Bai, please get on your horse. Let's go back to the city lord's mansion and have a good chat!"

After the group of people got on their horses, they shook the reins slightly, causing the horses to neigh, and then galloped towards the city.

Su Hanshan used the method of transmitting sounds into secrets, told the pioneer officer, and then quietly left the team, mixed in the crowd, and gradually disappeared.

"The Vajra body does not leak, the Brahma's mouth does not leak, and the meditation intention does not leak."

While Su Hanshan was walking, he put his hands between his chest and abdomen, quietly changing the seals, and silently reciting the secret sound. This secret sound was only inside his body, vibrating back and forth. When the lingering sound was subtle, his whole body seemed to fade away.

The people around him didn't notice anything strange.

After Su Hanshan came into contact with the martial arts in this world, he made reference to each other and drew parallels. Although he has not yet entered the extreme realm of the ladder, he has developed more small methods.

For example, using the method of guarding the three secrets of body, speech, and mind to lock up all the essence, energy, and spirit is much more advanced than the previous method of simply condensing internal energy and isolating the smell.

There is no need to suppress the internal organs, and it will not affect combat effectiveness, but the entire person's sense of existence becomes as indifferent as a light shadow, making people turn a blind eye and hear but not hear.

He had done a little experiment before. As long as he maintained a distance of fifty steps and did not appear in the front sight, Sun Xingzu and the others would not be able to detect his movements at all.

Now, for the sake of safety, he kept a full two hundred steps away, hanging far behind the leader Wu Xiong and others.

The horse galloped and dismounted at the gate of the city lord's mansion. A servant came forward and took the reins.

Leader Wu Xiong led the people into the lobby, and everyone sat down. A servant immediately brought tea and cakes, all of which were steaming hot. "Mr. Bai, please sit down quickly."

Of course, the leader Wuxiong himself sat in the first place, facing north and south. Sitting in the east row were two men and one woman. They were his deputy leader Bu Dugen, the protector Shi Huai, and the protector Qianman.

These three people were the ones who actually led the troops to conquer Juma City. They were the three most adept at fighting in the Wuxiong Sect. They had great military exploits, and their fist spirit contained that murderous aura on the battlefield. Even if they didn’t do it deliberately, If you use it casually, your eyes and aura will make people feel shorter.

However, the men in black sitting opposite them were all calm and did not show any timidity.

"The efficacy of the soul-suppressing bell is indeed true. Prince Bai can create such a treasure. In time, it will be no problem to dominate the world."

Leader Wuxiong said, "If Prince Bai is not far away, I, the leader, must go and visit him in person."

Mr. Bai smiled and said: "The leader is an unparalleled talent among the Donghu people. He is talented in both literature and martial arts. Our princes have also been friends with each other for a long time. It is not difficult to meet him in person."

"The leader accepted the soul-suppressing bell and agreed to send troops to attack Chang'an from both sides with Prince Bai's Mansion. When the time comes, two royal flags will be flying on the wall, and the meeting of the two unparalleled heroes will be a story that will go down in history!"

Leader Wuxiong held the teacup and laughed, "I don't dare to take it."

He picked up the lid of the cup, gently opened the tea leaves, and sipped the tea. He seemed to be very thirsty and wanted to drink all the tea. He didn't say anything for a long time.

Deputy Cult Leader Bu Dugen said: "Although the soul-suppressing bell is indeed effective, one soul-suppressing bell can only control a hundred living corpses."

"If you want us to send troops to attack the cities occupied by Du Wentong in Chang'an, I'm afraid our sincerity is not enough just based on these soul-suppressing bells Mr. Bai has brought, right?"

When Bu Dugen was talking, he couldn't stop looking at the copper bell in the leader's hand.

That kind of copper bell is similar in appearance to the Taoist Sanqing bell. It has a brass handle, the handle is six inches long, and a small copper bell three inches high is cast under the handle.

The bell wall is engraved with various patterns and charms, and there is a chain and copper tongue inside. When it is shaken, the sound is very clear.

It has been fifty years since living corpses appeared in the world. It is not that no one has thought about using these living corpses for their own purposes.

Some people wanted to use it as a soldier's fighting strength, and some wanted to use its brute strength to replace the oxen that plowed the fields, but none of them could succeed.

Even if a strong man with a divine soul in his body could directly use his fist spirit to suppress a living corpse, there was nothing he could do to make it act according to his will.

These monsters, said to be wild beasts, are actually more stupid than wild beasts. They don't know life or death, are not afraid of pain, and have no way to tame them. They only know how to eat living people.

However, such a small bell can actually control a hundred living corpses at once, allowing them to move in and retreat.

It can even allow them to screen out living people in close proximity and only attack the targeted target.

When Bu Dugen saw this scene, he didn't know how many ambitious thoughts flashed through his mind. He looked at those copper bells as if they were looking at the treasures given by God.

It's a pity that such a treasure does not really fall from the sky, but is a bargaining chip for other people's transactions, so you have to consider it carefully.

Mr. Bai had already expected it and said confidently: "Of course, these one hundred soul-suppressing bells are just a deposit. By the time the troops of the Wuxiong Sect march south for thousands of miles, the expedition will be nearly halfway through and they will set up camp. Another thousand soul-suppressing bells have been delivered."

Bu Dugen muttered: "One thousand..."

"A thousand soul-suppressing bells are an army of 100,000 living corpses."

Mr. Bai said, "The casting of soul-suppressing bells is extremely difficult. Even in our northwest cities, there are not many of them. I have given 1,100 of them to your sect. I definitely tried my best and my sincerity."

Leader Wuxiong put down the tea cup at the right time and said: "Then it's settled. After we reorganize and arrange things in each city in the sect, we will send 70% of the cavalry in the sect to go south to cooperate with the Baiwang Mansion. We will attack from both sides and capture the cities of Chang'an!"

Mr. Bai smiled and said: "I will fly a pigeon to deliver the message and report the news. As for those of us, we will stay in Juma City for the time being, and then we will set off with the leader's troops."

"Hahahaha!"

Leader Wu Xiong smiled and said, "It's great that Young Master Bai is willing to stay. I want to entertain Young Master Bai well, let's do it tonight. There will be a big banquet tonight, and we won't stop getting drunk."

Mr. Bai stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Then I'll go back and recharge my batteries so that I can enjoy the delicious food tonight."

Leader Wuxiong laughed boldly again, called out a group of female slaves, and led these black-robed men to rest.

After those people left, the smile on Leader Wuxiong's face disappeared. He tugged on his beard with his fingers, showing a thoughtful look.

Bu Dugen said: "Leader, do we really want to send troops?"

"Although this kind of treasure is good, I don't know if they will have any countermeasures. If they really fall out with us after taking over the cities of Chang'an, I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with the lone army we sent out. ah."

The two guardians were originally happy for the soul-suppressing bell, but after hearing this, they immediately reacted and looked at the leader.

"Since Prince Bai's Mansion has come up with such a method, it will be possible to capture the cities of Chang'an sooner or later. The invitation for us to attack from both sides is also to eliminate future troubles faster and prevent Du Wentong's troops from flowing around and causing more twists and turns."

Leader Wuxiong thought as he spoke, "It would be best if they don't have any countermeasures. If they do, it would be better for us to choose to form an alliance with them now than to become enemies with them."

"The world is so big, so many people have turned into corpses, and someone is always needed to govern it. When they become emperors, at worst, we will seek a position as kings, and we will slowly figure it out."

After listening, Bu Dugen nodded slowly.

The protector Shi Huai said with a smile: "The leader is wise. We have formed an alliance. Sooner or later we will have the opportunity to learn all their methods and make them our own. When the time comes, we will add a few more chapters to the "Historical Records of Hengxiong"."

"These things are still far away, and there is plenty of time to think about them slowly."

Leader Wu Xiong changed the topic and said, "The most urgent task is to carefully study this soul-suppressing bell."

"Bu Dugen, starting from tomorrow, you choose a hundred warriors to bring these soul-suppressing bells to summon the living corpses. It is best to find some who are more than thirty or forty years old to verify the control strength and controllability of the soul-suppressing bells. Quantity, if there is any difference, in two days, we will find a remote city of little value and conduct a drill."

"Let's see if these zombies can be controlled tightly when they come out in large groups and encounter a large amount of living blood, without the risk of losing control."

The discussion in the lobby of the City Lord's Mansion continued, but little did they know that their words fell on the ears of someone outside the mansion.

Although the perception of local warriors is strong, when they reach the realm of channeling fists and spirits, their mental perception is clearer and sharper than that of their physical body.

Often when you concentrate on perception, your mental power is emitted, capturing words, movements, etc. It is a state of active detection.

There were many powerful people in the lobby. If any local experts wanted to eavesdrop, they would be triggered and confused with each other, so they did not worry too much about this matter.

However, for a strong person whose foundation is internal strength, the keenness of the ear is to distinguish the one he wants to observe from the surrounding qi. He can temporarily block the miscellaneous qi and concentrate on receiving it from a distance. , the sound wave vibration gradually decayed and became almost non-existent. Further discrimination allowed us to restore these words.

Su Hanshan stood quietly in the shadows of the street outside the mansion, his energy and energy not leaking at all. He accepted these words, his eyelids drooped slightly, and there seemed to be a cold dark color in the slits of his eyes, suddenly flowing.

(End of this chapter)