Lu State, Qufu City, Confucian Academy!

This academy is located in Qubu City and was opened by the King of the King of the Holy Confucian Republic of the Kingdom of the Kingdom of Lu. It mainly serves the powerful and wealthy people of the State of Lu and provides education for their descendants. Of course, the main courses are also mainly based on the Six Arts of Confucian Republic.

It can be said that those who can go to school here are either rich or noble, and don’t even think about it without power or status.

Mo Wentian’s foothold in Qubu is in the Confucian Academy. After all, it is relatively quiet and more in line with his identity at this time. After all, he is a guest elder of the Confucian School and has corresponding rights and interests to enjoy.

As the teachings of the Shengru Sect, Zhuang Huizi and Qing Lingzi both have courtyards here, and have special servants to clean daily. Even if no one lives there for a long time, the room can be cleaned.

Of course, as the crown prince of Lu, Zhuang Huizi had a mansion in Qubu City. His luxury and luxury were unimaginable. There were even thousands of slaves, but he did not like to live there.

The night falls, the breeze is gentle, and the sound of the piano is heard.

Obviously, it is difficult to find a soulmate, just like Boya Zhong Ziqi, Zhuang Huizi and Qing Lingzi play the piano and the zither, and I don’t know where to watch the moon at this time?

Tomorrow, because Mo Wentian planned to go to the auction, he was not in a hurry to go to the Lu Palace Hall. They were also idle here, playing the piano, drums and zither to express their love to the vocal music.

At this time, in a hall in the backyard, Mo Wentian sat cross-legged on the cushion, and the candlelight shone on his face, illuminating a look of uncertainty.

Yue Shiqian is really capable, and I don’t know what transactions are behind the scenes, so that he can actually get the support of Tianquan Mansion of the Seven Star Palace?

This trip took a thousand miles, and he actually wanted to assassinate Wu Daoyuan. When the heroes emerged in this troubled era, he obviously had some plans. Wu Daoyuan was indeed in Qubu City at this moment. Mo Wentian saw the man with a python robe riding a flowing horse outside the city gate in the morning. He was Wu Daoyuan, the king of Wu.

According to Yue Shiqian, Wu Daoyuan had a close relationship with the Holy Artifact Sect. Wu was originally close to the East China Sea. He hunted a large number of deep-sea monsters every year and transported bone membranes to Qubu, Lu. These are all important raw materials for refining weapons.

It can be said that the State of Wu is an important raw material manufacturer of the Holy Artifact Sect and is also the largest buyer of the State of Lu, because all the ships of the State of Wu’s navigation and fishing were made from docks supervised by the Ministry of Industry of Lu.

Therefore, every year when the tide in the East China Sea rises, a caravan in Wu Kingdom comes to Lu Kingdom. But what I didn’t expect was that the king of Wu Kingdom actually came in person. If it weren’t for a large order to negotiate, there would be other unknown reasons.

But to be honest, Mo Wentian was indeed quite interested in the killing of Wu Daoyuan. Half a year ago, the scene of Wu Daoyuan bullying Yu'er was vivid in my mind. How could he not forget this hatred?

It’s not too late for a gentleman to take revenge!

However, if it involves his beloved wife Yuer, he doesn't want to wait for a long time.

So, basically without thinking, he agreed to Yue Shiqian's request.

However, when the butler of Ziwu in Tianquan Mansion said something about it during the meal, it made him feel quite bad.

The true king of Baiyan, the housekeeper of Tianxuan Mansion, seemed to be in Qubu at this moment, like a sharp sword hanging over his head, and felt that something big was about to happen.

Just now, he had asked the Sha Snake to tell him and asked Wang Ai to investigate the news in Qubu City to see if there was any trace of the Baiyan Zhenwang, but he had no hope.

How could a Yuanying True King who is good at assassinating be able to track his tracks by a Jindan monk?

The world's heroes are competing for the world, and the State of Lu is not a paradise, nor can it be left out.

The storm is about to come and the wind is full of the building. It seems that something big will happen in Qubu City.

The night came, and suddenly covered the bright moon, trying to erase all the truth. In the distant suburbs of Handan City, under the dim clouds, the bright moon was completely covered, and it was difficult for the earth to see the light again.

In the deserted ridge late at night, the wind was howling, as if ghosts were crying and wolf howling, making people shudder.

True Lord Lei Wei stood with his hands behind his back. At this time, there was a mass grave at his feet. Ghost fires floated all over the sky on the hills, and vague tombstones could be seen in the darkness.

"President Lei, Duke Zhao was very pleased to release people. It seems that he has no objection."

Behind him, the laughter of a silver medal captain came. After hearing his words, there were echoing discussions around him.

"That's right, the trip went very smoothly, and it was beyond imagination."

"I'm also worried for nothing. I thought that Duke Zhao would not let anyone go, and I'm afraid he would not be able to submit a job at that time."

"It's a trivial matter to be a clue. If Duke Zhao wants to rebel, how can we have the fate?"

“…”

During this trip, six gates were all out, twelve bronze medals and thirty-six iron medals all followed the head of Lei to the government office of Zhao State. After all, it was the prince of Qin who passed the order and had to complete the task successfully.

However, the mission was indeed completed successfully. At this time, the prison car they were escorted was Han Yunqi, the identity of the king of Han, who was personally verified by the head of Lei. It would never be fake. It seemed that he had been tortured and forced to confess, and he was still unconscious until now. However, when he returned to the King of Qin City for recuperation, he would probably soon become alive and the truth of assassinating the Duke of Wei was revealed.

However, as the head of the Six Gates, True Lord Lei Wei was always worried. As the silver medal captain said, this trip was too smooth and easy, which was obviously a bit unusual.

Especially when he stepped onto this mass grave, he felt even more uneasy. I remember that just last month, six gold medal arresters from Six Gates were also buried in the mass grave.

The six huge tombstones are still vivid in my mind. After he returned to the King of Qin, he did not dare to tell people about this past. Until now, the fall of the six gold medal guards has nothing to do with the Ministry of Justice.

"Qua, qua, qua!"

A crow passed by in the night sky, as if he was reporting a death, and there were a burst of harsh sounds.

"Noisy!"

A silver medal genius was displeased and was about to use his flying sword to kill the crow, but at this moment, he found a blood line on his wrist and was about to come forward to look, but found that the hand had broken and blood gushed out in an instant.

"ah!"

The silver medal squealed a shrill scream, but he couldn't make a sound soon, because he didn't notice that an inexplicable blood line appeared on his neck, and his head fell down immediately, and the sound from his vocal cords stopped abruptly.

"Who is it?"

True Lord Lei Wei was furious and was about to rush forward to check, but at this moment, a person suddenly appeared beside him, appearing lightly in front of him, like a paper man in front of the grave, and his white gray face was about to be pasted.

"Marquis of Cold-Yiyi?"

True Lord Lei Wei let out an angry roar, but when he looked around, the furious heart fell to the bottom of the valley.

In the wilderness, thousands of desolate tombs suddenly opened, and figures rushed out from it.

Tonight, it was obviously not peaceful. On the night of Xunzhou in Daqin, the cold wind in the northwest whistled, and black clouds swept over the head. No moonlight poured down. The scenery on the ground was blurry, and it was difficult to see the five fingers with your hand.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and when people are robbed!

This sentence is obviously the most appropriate to describe the night at this time.

On the official road, countless torches were lit, like a winding fire snake, coming from miles away, and it seemed that there was no end in the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the bull hooves trampling, as if they were accurately controlled, neatly without any discord. At the same time, the sound of wheels crushing the road surface came, which was obviously full of cargo, and ox carts drove out slowly in the dark.

At this time, the moonlight broke free from the shackles of the dark clouds and sprinkled the dim light on the ground. However, on this wide official road, there were rippling carriages and horses filled with tens of thousands of ox carts, which seemed to be loaded with food and other things. There were three thousand Shenwu Army guards on both sides, with a sharp look on gold and sharp expression. It was obviously all warriors who had been through the battlefield for a long time.

These grains and grass are transported to the frontline positions. When the 150,000 southern troops stationed in Wuxukou, the grain supply was carried out by Qian, Kun, Zhen and Xun. Of course, Xunzhou is the closest, so it shoulders more supply tasks.

For cultivators, they can take fasting pills to retreat. They are also consumed in their daily life, which is beneficial to improving physical meridians, tempering the impurities of the internal organs, and to a certain extent to speed up the cultivation speed.

However, the Shenwu Army is just a mortal cultivator, but there is no such treatment. You can simply count the calculations. The Shenwu Army of the Great Qin Kingdom has more than 700,000 yuan. If they all consume the fasting pill, a fasting pill can be managed for three days, and then seven or eight million fasting pills will be consumed in a month. Not to mention whether there is a source of supply, even if it is converted into a low-grade spirit stone, it will cost nearly 40 million yuan, equivalent to 40 top-grade spirit stones.

The same is true for Lingwu. Only the leader of the Shenwu Army is qualified to treat Lingwu as military ration. The rest are ordinary grains and cereals, which are the same as ordinary people. However, in order to ensure sufficient nutrition, the Shenwu Army's appetite is three or five times that of ordinary soldiers. The 150,000 Zhennan Army stationed in Wuxukou will require at least 400,000 to 500,000 rations.

This is the reason why the troops and horses move before they move.

Tonight, the tens of thousands of ox carts were transported with millions of chariots, which were the grains plundered from the cities of Xunzhou.

"See through the world, and the immortals guide the way!"

In the quiet dark night, a misty sound suddenly came, rising and falling in the wind like a flame.

"Who is it?"

The leading general was a minor general, and he also had the cultivation of the Jindan Zhenjun. He immediately pulled out the sword from his waist and urged Zhanma to check it out, but he saw a figure on the official road ahead. It seemed to be a middle-aged Taoist priest. He was holding a banner in his left hand, floating in the night wind.

There seemed to be words on the banner, but I couldn't see clearly. The general was about to open his eyes and look again.

However, there was a scream behind him. In an instant, the man and the horse were neighing, as if in a mess. Suddenly, a fire rose into the sky, illuminating half of the night sky behind him.

At this moment, the general's eyes lit up and he also saw the words on the banner clearly.

Immortals guide the way?
Chapter completed!