Royal Palace.

Shouxin Hall.

The eldest prince Mu Yuan left not long ago.

A battle report from the northern border was hurriedly sent to the Shouxin Hall.

"Yunzhou City was lost and the entire Yunzhou City was massacred!"

These shocking words not only shocked the emperor of Dashang, but also shocked the entire capital of Dashang.

soon.

The news that Yunzhou City was massacred spread quickly throughout half of the Shang Dynasty, and all the people of the Shang Dynasty suddenly woke up from their peaceful dreams and began to panic.

The cruelty of war gave the arrogant big businessmen a hard slap in the face.

"The city is broken?"

Li Yuan.

Li Ziye also looked surprised after receiving the news.

So fast?

With the troops stationed in Yunzhou City, as long as they can't hold on, they should be able to wait until reinforcements arrive.

The Eight Tribes of Mobei are a people from the grasslands and are good at riding and shooting. However, attacking cities is not their strong point. How could they conquer Yunzhou City so quickly?

For a long time, Li Ziye suppressed the turmoil in his heart and continued practicing his sword.

We can only wait for more detailed information to be sent back before we can know what happened in Yunzhou City.

The next day.

It's still dark.

Li Ziye was preparing to go to Taixue Palace to do morning classes as usual.

"Young Master, urgent report from Mobei."

At this time, a boy walked over quickly and delivered the latest information.

Li Ziye took the information and after reading it, his expression quickly darkened.

This is so!

This could not be a worse outcome.

In this case, the strength gap between Mobei and Dashang will be further narrowed.

If Dashi does not deal with it carefully, he may even lose.

What's even more troublesome is that there's a huge creature to the west that's been keeping an eye on it, and it's not known when it will take action.

This war will probably last for a long time, and the outcome will not be determined so quickly.

This is not a good thing. The longer the war drags on, the more likely those forces who are intimidated by the big businessmen will find opportunities to stab themselves in the back and take advantage of the situation.

Outside Li Mansion.

Li Ziye got on the carriage and rushed towards Taixue Palace.

North Courtyard of Taixue Palace.

Morning classes are about to begin.

After Li Ziye hurriedly borrowed the Heavenly Book, he began to practice swordsmanship with the Confucian disciples.

Day after day, the tacit understanding between Li Ziye and the Confucian disciples is getting higher and higher, and the progress is getting faster and faster.

Early summer is approaching.

There has been significantly more rain.

In the early morning, light rain fell.

Under the rain, the sound of swords was clear and sweet. In the sword formation formed by sixty-three people, a young figure raised his sword, moving each move as fast as thunder.

Sixty-three people helped him, corrected his body, and helped him with his strength, without any reservation.

In the world, there are treacherous and evil people, there are selfish people, but there are also honest gentlemen and simple and pure Confucian disciples.

It has been two months since Jian Chi returned from sending the letter. Over the past two months, sixty-three Confucian disciples have evolved the seventh form of the Flying Immortal Technique every day. Although their own cultivation levels can also be improved, what's more,

Most of them are making wedding clothes for others.

Regarding this, the selected Confucian disciples had no complaints.

Originally, the choice this time was also voluntary.

The sixty-three people were basically the people who went to the land of the polar night. They had experienced life and death with Li Ziye, and they had also secretly eaten Li Ziye's dried fruits together.

It rains.

The sound of the sword rustled and the fortieth change occurred. Li Ziye lost control of his body and flew out involuntarily.

This moment.

The Confucian disciple responsible for evolving the fortieth level of transformation immediately swung his sword to straighten himself.

Outside the sword formation, Bai Wangyu saw this, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Brother Li has made really rapid progress in recent days.

Unexpectedly, the person who helped Brother Li the most on the road to martial arts turned out to be the Demon King Xuanfeng of the Demon Clan.

"Thank you!"

In the sword formation, Li Ziye steadied his figure, apologized and saluted everyone.

The Confucian disciples returned the courtesy and left one after another.

"Old Bai, let's go, come with me to return the Book of Heaven."

Li Ziye turned around, glanced at Little Red Riding Hood behind him, and urged.

"Um."

Bai Wangyu came back to his senses and stepped forward.

The two of them left the North Courtyard together and headed to the East Courtyard of Taixue Palace.

east.

In the small courtyard.

Confucius was busy working on his vegetable garden as usual.

It seems that this vegetable garden is more important than anything in the world.

Li Ziye and Bai Wangyu came together to return the Book of Heaven.

"How was your practice?"

Confucius asked while tidying up the vegetable garden.

"I have reached the fortieth level of transformation."

Li Ziye handed over the heavenly book and answered truthfully.

"not bad."

Confucius took the Book of Heaven and threw it aside, saying, "At this rate, it should be in time."

"Thanks to the help from the Confucian sect." Li Ziye said softly.

"No need for polite words."

Confucius said calmly, "You must have known about the fall of Yunzhou City. Do you think the chances of Dashang winning this war are high."

"At most 50%."

Li Ziye responded, "Now that the eight tribes in Mobei have found a way to attack the city, the biggest advantage of Dashang is no longer there. Coupled with the threat from the west, the 50% chance of victory is already saying too much."

"Is there any precedent in your time?" Confucius asked.

"have."

Li Ziye nodded and said, "The Mongolian cavalry went south and swept across the Central Plains."

"What's the final result?" Confucius continued to ask.

"Changing dynasties." Li Ziye said in a deep voice.

When Confucius heard this, a look of surprise flashed in his vicissitudes of life, and he said, "Are their methods of destroying the city also so cruel?"

"Worse than that."

Li Ziye replied, "The original Mongolian cavalry used the lives of prisoners of war and improved trebuchets to break the city. After breaking the city, they immediately chose to massacre the city and not waste a single soldier to defend the city."

At this point, Li Ziye's expression darkened and he said, "Confucian leader, I'm afraid history is about to happen again."

When Confucius heard this, he sighed softly and said, "It seems that among the eight tribes in Mobei, there are also extraordinary heroes."
To be continued...