Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

Wanren Mountain.

Counting the time, the war to destroy the barbarians should have already ended.

The group of veterans who blocked the road before were sitting in the righteous square of Wanren Mountain, waiting for the news from the thousand-mile wasteland.

Wan Ren Yumen is one body, as long as there is news back to Yumen, Wan Ren will soon know.

However, why is there still no fluctuation in the square of righteousness?

Everyone's hearts were raised.

Is it—

completely annihilated!

...

The people in Wanren Mountain are also waiting for news like them.

Unlike in the past, nearly 60% of the troops on this expedition were ordinary people.

Among them were their sons, their husbands, and their fathers.

Therefore, they have more of a personal feeling.

...

In the conference hall, Han Qingzhu was still playing chess.

It doesn't seem to worry at all.

There is also Xianxin, who is playing chess while scolding the opponent, the Chinese chess master Yan Baichuan.

It has to be said that Han Qingzhu's calm behavior has also reassured many Confucian scholars.

After all, for decades, Han Qingzhu had already established an unparalleled prestige in the army.

But still some people are still whispering——

After all, it's ordinary people!

This time, the soldier was reckless.

...

The blue clouds on the righteous square were tumbling, and it seemed that a figure appeared slightly.

The veterans all stood up from the ground, and the people who had been waiting for a long time on the periphery also rushed up.

someone is coming.

A fiasco? Is it a fiasco? still--

completely annihilated?

Everyone stretched their necks, and for the first time felt that the righteous transmission formation was so slow.

Finally, the blue cloud dissipated, and only one figure appeared on the square.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat.

This is the guard of Yumen Pass!

Didn't any of the soldiers who went on the expedition come back?

Sure enough, ordinary people will die if they go to the first battle!

An air of sadness began to spread through the crowd.

...

Nie Xiaowu shook his head, his head was still a little dizzy when he passed the teleportation formation for the first time.

But the military report matters.

Just when he slowed down, he saw a pair of eyes staring at him.

An old Confucian student asked tremblingly: Boy, how is the battle?

How many soldiers are still alive?

Nie Xiaowu was stunned: How many are alive?

Those people are almost finished drinking their Yumenguan wine!

Everyone will be too drunk to get up.

Nie Xiaowu cleared his throat, he didn't have a thunderous tongue, but at this moment, his voice entered the sky——

"The Wilderness Victory—"

"Slaying Javier, the big boss of Mordan Khan, and Mochik, the little prince of Mordan Khan!"

"Destroy the Turanwan Rider!"

"Wasteland, great victory—"

Everyone looked at each other.

Only when the military order is fixed, the casualties are less than 30%, and the enemy army is completely destroyed, can it be called a victory!

"Great victory? Great victory?" The veteran wanted to ask again, but Nie Xiaowu had already used his body light technique and ran towards Wanren Mountain's Mighty Hall.

Running all the way, shouting all the way -

"Victory in the Wasteland! Victory in the Wasteland! Victory in the Wasteland!"

Great victory!

The veteran wiped his tears.

I haven't heard such a word in years.

Guarding at Wanren Mountain for a mile, he dreamed of hearing such a voice.

He wants to hear such voices on behalf of those dead comrades in arms.

His hunched body stood upright, and the remaining Haoran burst out vigorously. He raised his neck and shouted—

Great victory-

Soulmates, have you heard?

...

With the sound of "Great Victory", the entire Wanren Mountain boiled.

Han Qingzhu, who is sitting in the mighty mansion, naturally felt it.

Looking at the excited Confucian Confucian in front of him, Han Qingzhu suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, flipped his wrist, took out a goose feather fan from nowhere, and flapped it gently, as if he was in control of the battle.

"It seems that the soldiers broke the barbarian enemy."

"Put your mind away first, this game is not over yet."

As he said that, he picked up a chess piece, but couldn't hold back his emotions. That arrogant righteousness flowed out from his fingers and smashed the black chess piece to the ground!

Fortunately, at this time, Xiao Qi walked in quickly and shouted: "The Minister of War, a great victory in the wasteland, there is a military report sent from Zhongqifang."

"Huh? Read!"

"Return to the military commander, and release the commander's battalion against Turan's cavalry to fight in the wilderness. Lai Wan'anbo's heroic spirit, combined with the strength of all the soldiers, will destroy Turan."

Xiao Qi took the military newspaper jade slip, and his voice trembled slightly: "Below the little prince Mochik, level 1083, Mordan has no more Turan cavalry since then. Our army has fallen five hundred and seventy. Two people, one thousand and forty-four people were seriously injured."

"The head of the barbarian enemy is cast as a Jingguan, piled up like a mountain, as high as several feet."

"Great Profound Victory! The might of the human race!"

Before Xiao Qi's words could fall, the great Confucian who was playing against the soldiers quickly got up and left his seat, disregarding the rules, took the military newspaper from Xiao Qi's hand, and read it again.

Han Qingzhu was also excited at this time.

He knew there might be surprises.

Did not expect such a big surprise!

An army dominated by ordinary people fought fiercely in the open field, and actually wiped out the barbarian army with 20% of the battle losses!

Of course, this army of ordinary people was formed by Wanrenshan gathering the elites of the entire Great Wall defense line.

But what about three years, five years, or even ten years?

"The world is turned upside down!" Han Qingzhu murmured, suddenly thinking of the figure of the young man who was in Changming Palace, facing the rushing step by step of the Ministry of Rites and giving himself poems.

"Heaven descends saints!"

...

Zhongjing.

This is the time when the lanterns first come on.

The news of the first battle has spread all over the world with Di Bao and Daxuan Min Bao.

At this moment, everyone is waiting for the battle situation from the north.

Chuanxin Blue Bird fluttered its wings regardless of the cost, and in almost an hour, it flew from the Northern Territory to Zhongjing.

When the sergeant on the watchtower received the blue bird, his expression changed. He jumped down from the watchtower directly, got on his horse, stepped on the Suzaku Street, and ran towards the Changming Palace, shouting continuously: "Victory in the Northern Territory! Great victory in the first battle!"

Like a drop of water, dripping into a hot oil pan, Zhongjing city boiled instantly!

...

News of victory always spreads fast.

Here, there are hundreds of officials in Changming Palace, and they are still reviewing the battle this time. On the other side, various details about this battle have been disseminated by unknown people through various channels.

"Hahaha, the warriors of the human race can rival the barbarians! Lords, drink to victory!"

"My human race has billions of trillions. Although there are only ten million scholars, there are also billions of warriors! My human race is a great prosperity!"

"There are also heroes in the battle formation! Unfortunately, I'm not in the army, I can't see Guan Yun riding alone for thousands of miles, I can't see Zhao Zilong seven in and seven out to rescue Ah Dou, and I can't see Zhang Yide drinking down Dangyang Bridge!"

"Study hard in the Three Kingdoms, but have never seen the Three Kingdoms!"

"That's why I also read the Three Kingdoms, but I can't outline the charm of the heroic spirit?"

"Brother is joking. I heard from my father, it seems that to outline the charm of the heroic spirit, it also needs to be nurtured by the blood of the battlefield."

"I heard that not only heroic spirits, but some people even comprehend the art of war!"

"What's so difficult about this? Haven't finished the latest "The Condor Heroes" yet? Guo Jing and Huang Rong have helped guard Xiangyang for 20 years."

"Wan Anbo's so-called: The great man is for the country and the people!"

"Now that Wan Anbo chose the Holy Land, he also chose Dongcangcheng in the North Land."

"Respect the soldiers in the Northern Territory, Respect Wan Anbo!" someone shouted.

"Respect the soldiers of the Northern Territory, Respect Wan Anbo!"

After drinking the wine in the bowl in one gulp, a strong man suddenly stood up and shattered the wine bowl in his hand.

"Go north today and vote in Dongcang!"

Someone immediately echoed: "My dear friend's words won my heart. I would like to walk with you, go north today, and join Dongcang!"

"Go together! Go together!"

"North! North!"

...

The impact continues.

At this moment, not only Zhongjing, but all the prefectures and prefectures of Daxuan are changing little by little.

"Brother, I want to go to Dongcang City!" A street ranger said, "Wan Anbo let me understand the martial arts, and have a lot of courage, but I am wandering in this village all day long, wasting my time."

"I want to go to Dongcang City, listen to Wan Anbo's teachings, and go further in the martial arts. In the future, I will compete with the barbarians!" The young man gave a deep salute to his usual respected brother.

The mighty man looked at the twenty or so righteous brothers in front of him, and nodded: "I want to go north for my brother. The house and land have been sold, and some silver, you can take it and share it, so it's road money."

The leading boy was stunned for a moment: "Brother is going to Dongcang City too? What's the road cost, I'll just follow my brother?"

Wei Wuhanzi shook his head: "You are still young, and you can still go further in martial arts. It is suitable to go to Dongcang. Brother Yu has limited talent and is willing to join the army on the Great Wall of Righteousness."

"In the past, I thought I was waiting to join the army, and at most I was a handyman, but Wan Anbo made me wait for the ability to fight against the barbarians. If you don't go now, when will you wait!"

"Brothers, let's say goodbye now, the green mountains and green waters, and may we meet again at the Great Wall of Righteousness in the future!"

"Hehe Wufu, for the country and the people!"

Nawei Wuwu gave a deep salute, and everyone quickly returned the salute: "Hehe Wufu, for the country and the people!"

...

The same thing happened almost everywhere in Daxuan. If there is a saint overlooking Daxuan, you can see that Xixi people are heading to the north, some of them are going to the major towns in the north, and some are going to Dongcangcheng.

...

Yuezhou, Nanyu House, Mengjia.

"Father, everyone is here."

Three generations of great scholars in the Meng family, he is a famous scholar in Nanyu Mansion.

At this moment, Meng Huizu, who was sitting in the middle hall, opened his eyes, looked at his descendants who were kneeling on the ground, and sighed.

It should be a good thing for the family to multiply and the incense is strong, but there are more people and more waste.

If it's just a loser, that's fine; if you're afraid, you're afraid of making some fools and hurting others.

Meng Huizu nodded: "Today, a great victory in the Northern Territory!"

"We old men have just made a decision. From today, the family school will open a martial arts hall. From now on, my Meng family members are either Confucianism or martial arts."

"I don't learn Confucianism, I don't practice martial arts. After I was eighteen years old, I cut out the genealogy and gave me a sum of money. From now on, I have nothing to do with my Meng family."

"In addition, Sanfang Jinghui, his martial arts cultivation base has reached eleven meridians and seventy-two orifice points. From tomorrow, take half of the family's wealth and bring my brother north to Dongcang!"

"Reopen the door of the Meng family in Dongcangcheng, which is the direct line of the Meng family's martial arts."

"Although the martial art is weak, it will become the foundation of the human race!"

"As far as I know, countless wealthy families have made the same decision."

"Besides, this old man thinks that Wan Anbo will be able to open the way to heaven again!"

"Don't talk about it, just do it."

After speaking, Meng Huizu nodded on the crutches in his hand, and the figure disappeared in place.

In an instant, Meng Mansion became busy.

...

The red sun is rising.

The hundred officials in Changming Palace discussed all night, and finally came out of Changming Palace~www.wuxiamtl.com~ About the adjustment of the northern front, about the reconfiguration of the army, about the strengthening and promotion of martial arts... Good news, one thing after another was thrown into the Changming Palace.

Of course, these issues cannot be concluded overnight. It is foreseeable that in the next month or even several months, these regulations will be discussed repeatedly before they are finally promulgated.

But everyone already feels that the pace of the new era has come slowly.

This time, only one thing was finally agreed, and the imperial decree covered with the jade seal had already left Zhongjing and headed to Dongcang City long before the sun rose.

There is only one content of will—

Great work!

Fenghou!

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