"I don't believe it!"

A dignified half-step first-grade grandmaster.

Looking at the entire Qin Dynasty, there are only a handful of them.

How could he die in the hands of an unknown trash!

"My lord, please don't be too sad. I feel very sorry for the death of Prince Guangling."

At this time, an elderly man wearing a Taoist robe slowly walked up to King Changshan.

"I and Zhao Xu are sworn brothers on the battlefield."

"The two of them were crowned kings together. Not long ago, they said they would have a nice drink when the Crown Prince of Guangling and Princess Qi Xuan got married. I didn't expect that they would be separated from each other so soon!"

Maybe many people don't know.

The king of Guangling, Zhao Xu, and the king of Changshan, Zhang Yan, were sworn brothers.

Both men had saved each other's lives on the battlefield.

After the world was unified, the two of them became kings and vassals respectively, and it has been difficult to see each other again.

Not long ago, news came from King Guangling that his son was going to marry Princess Qixuan and invited him to a wedding banquet.

I thought the two brothers would be drunk until then.

Who would have thought that just how long had passed before King Guangling was already separated from him by yin and yang!

The old Taoist looked at Changshan King Zhang Yan, sighed slightly and said: "My lord, please don't be sad, there are still some people who believe in the Sanxian view of the poor Taoist."

"Since the King of Northern Xinjiang dares to kill King Guangling, then Pindao naturally dares to lead everyone from Sanxian Temple to go and have a meeting!"

Zhang Yan, the king of Changshan Mountain, looked at the master of the Sanxian Temple and said in a deep voice: "I would like to ask the master of the Sanxian Temple to take action in person, so that the king of Northern Xinjiang, who doesn't know the heights of the world, must pay with his blood!"

Although King Changshan seems to have been living in a corner since the unification of the six kingdoms, doing nothing.

But it is backed by Sanxian Temple, the top sect in the Qin Dynasty.

Compared to the immortals of the three religions in Sanxian Temple, what does Fusu mean?

You must know that the master of Sanxian Temple is someone who once fought against the Great Qin Sword Immortal.

Although he could only take down the three swords of the Great Qin Sword Immortal, it was enough to shock the world.

...

At this time, in the capital of the Great Qin Emperor.

An imperial edict was issued.

"It is destined to be carried by heaven, the emperor decreed."

"Fusu, the king of Northern Xinjiang, is murderous and slaughters our Qin soldiers."

"They even stationed troops in northern Xinjiang, intending to raise troops to rebel."

"I have specially ordered King Fusu of Northern Xinjiang to go to the capital of the Qin Dynasty to plead guilty. The emperor's grace is so great that he can still be spared the death penalty!"

As soon as this news came out, people were immediately in a panic.

"I didn't expect that the King of Northern Xinjiang was really murderous and dared to massacre the Qin soldiers."

"Who says otherwise? If the king of Northern Xinjiang starts a war, wouldn't our Central Plains be plunged into dire straits?"

"I hope that the King of Northern Xinjiang can have a sense of conscience and not be stubborn."

For a time, countless people gathered to discuss the matter.

Inside Changshan Prince's Mansion.

"I didn't expect today to be so scheming."

"It not only ruins the reputation that the King of Northern Xinjiang has gained from guarding Northern Xinjiang for so many years."

"It even gave him the eternal reputation of rebelling."

Changshan King Zhang Yan burst out laughing.

In his opinion, doing this today is simply murderous and heartbreaking.

Not only did it ruin the reputation Fusu had accumulated over the years.

He even described him as a rebellious minister and traitor, which directly made the people of Qin hate him.

This move kills two birds with one stone, no wonder he can sit on the dragon chair now.

In a courtyard of the Imperial Capital of Qin.

Li Si sat on a wicker chair, listening to the confidants beside him talking about the news coming from Northern Xinjiang.

"I didn't expect that Fu Su, who had kept a low profile for many years, could be regarded as gaining power all at once."

"It's just that he was too impatient. Once King Zhao Xu of Guangling died, everything in Guangling fell into chaos. The current man on the throne could also take this opportunity to belittle him."

"Although this move protected Northern Border, it made the people of Great Qin lose the last trace of goodwill they had towards Northern Border."

The confidant beside him asked: "Sir, the King of Northern Xinjiang has lost the support of the people this time."

"I'm afraid Zhao Gao's goal has been achieved."

Li Si nodded and said: "Zhao Gao has never thought about letting King Guangling come back alive from the beginning. Only when King Guangling dies will the people of Great Qin completely return to the emperor."

"It's a pity that the chess game planned by His Majesty and me back then was disrupted by Zhao Gao's move."

"At this point, we can only see how the King of Northern Xinjiang responds to the current situation."

...

Northern Xinjiang, reject Beicheng.

A cavalry army of only a few hundred people roared out from the gate of Jubei City.

The person who took the lead was none other than Fusu, the King of Northern Xinjiang who now decreed the sealing of Northern Xinjiang.

"What's going on? What does the Northern Xinjiang King lead his hundred Xuanjia troops to do?"

"Could it be that the King of Northern Xinjiang really has this ability and wants to march into the Central Plains with these one hundred black-armored horses?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. Even if the King of Northern Xinjiang is a madman, it is absolutely impossible for him to do such a ridiculous thing."

"Look, there are hundreds of cavalry troops leaving the remaining cities in Northern Xinjiang!"

"No, these people don't look like cavalry, they look more like people from Northern Xinjiang!"

"Damn it, how come the King of Northern Xinjiang has no less than five thousand cavalry behind him so quickly!"

"Where did these people come from?"

In the desert of northern Xinjiang, a man dressed in white is standing astride a horse with a sword.

Behind him, one hundred Xuanjia troops were wearing iron armor.

Behind these one hundred Xuanjia troops, countless civilians from Northern Xinjiang followed closely behind, each riding a fine horse.

Fusu rode a war horse and galloped across the desert, and returned to Jubei City after a long time.

At this time, behind him were no longer the hundred Xuanjia troops that originally left the city.

But a total of five thousand two hundred horses.

All men!

"Your Majesty, what is this?"

Yuan Baixiong stood in front of Fusu, looking at the five thousand cavalrymen who entered Jubei City one after another, with a look of shock on his face.

Fusu said calmly: "Since the one sitting on the dragon throne is bullying me, there is no one in Northern Xinjiang."

"Then I want him to see it today."

"We not only have three thousand Xuanjia troops in Northern Xinjiang, but also countless men from Northern Xinjiang!"

"Old Yuan, distribute the treasure armor obtained from the Guangling Cavalry."

"As you command!"

After today, there will not only be 3,000 Xuanjia troops in Northern Xinjiang, but also 5,000 Beizi battalions!

In the Beizi Camp, everyone is a son of Beijiang, and everyone can ride a horse and hold a sword!

The territory of Daqin at this time.

A piece of news shocked the entire Qin Dynasty.

"Fusu, the king of Northern Xinjiang, is cruel and unkind and has become a demon!"

"Sanxian Temple can't bear the suffering of the common people, and is willing to go out to the mountain to kill the devil!"

When this news reached Jubei City.

In the entire Jubei City, whether it is the Xuanjia Army or the Beizi Camp.

They are all filled with righteous indignation.

"My lord, this Sanxian view is obviously distorting the facts."

"If the prince had not guarded Northern Xinjiang, Northern Xinjiang would have been defeated long ago, and they, the Taoist priests, would not have been slaughtered to death by the barbarians in the north!"

When Yuan Baixiong heard the news, he wanted to kill those smelly Taoist priests from Sanxian Temple with one knife.

What kind of devil is the King of Northern Xinjiang? His grandma just farts!

Fusu looked calm about this.
Chapter completed!