"Just wait for me. One day, I will make the Guiyuan Shen Sect surrender to me and let you join my army to fight." Jiang Ziyu shouted.

Xu Tianji took out his ears and said: "My little King Wei, unless you become the emperor, even if your father wants to make you the prince, how many years will you have to wait before you can ascend the throne? By then I might have already entered the Tomb of Heroes."

The reputation of the Tomb of Heroes has spread, and many martial arts masters come to visit it in the name of burning incense. The two tombstones of Jian Chi and Dao Kuang are enough to fascinate people in the world. Xu Tianji plans to be buried here in the future, so as not to lose the prestige of a generation of martial arts overlords.

"Okay, Ziyu, don't worry, I will teach you a little bit now."

Jiang Changsheng's voice floated over, and Jiang Ziyu immediately ran over and listened carefully.

"If you want to realize your ambitions, when you appear is critical."

Jiang Changsheng said leisurely: "The building is about to collapse, and we have just turned the tide. That is the time when you have achieved the greatest success, and it is also when you are closest to the throne. Now that you join the army, you will most likely die. Even if you make a contribution, it will be a small one. Wait a few years, and then

Both you and Ping An are brave enough to attract more generals."

Jiang Ziyu frowned, he understood the truth, but he was afraid that he would not be able to wait.

"What if Dajing fails in the past few years?"

"So what if we lose? The thirteen states are so vast, and the country cannot be destroyed in just a few years."

"What if the ancient Khan came to the capital and killed himself at the feet of the emperor?"

"Then I will teach you how to truly turn the tide."

Jiang Ziyu was shocked by Jiang Changsheng's calm words. How powerful he was to say such confident words, which he could not refute.


Chapter completed!