Chapter 121: Return, Xianmiao [Subscribe]
Chapter 121 Return, Xianmiao 【Subscribe】
The Huns withdrew hastily.
Zhao general Li Mu immediately sent troops to pursue them and won several small victories, but the Huns were not reluctant to fight and retreated while fighting.
Li Mu then stopped chasing and returned to Zhaojingdai County.
His return also brought back a piece of news. Through interrogation of the captives, it was learned that the Huns suddenly withdrew because of the sudden death of their lord.
Tsangman was in a hurry to go back to fight for power, so he suddenly withdrew.
Zhao Guo heard the news and the whole country rejoiced.
King Zhao laughed in public at the court meeting, saying that the lord of the Huns had been condemned by heaven.
At this time, only a few people knew that the killing of the lord of the Xiongnu was done by the subordinates of the Ye Yufu sent by Zhao Huaizhong.
And in Xianyang, the mysterious bird broke through the sky and flew back.
At dusk on this day, the mysterious bird descended from the sky and landed outside the palace of Ye Yu Palace Master.
Zhao Huaizhong retrieved the small gourd from Xuanniao, the light flickered, and the generals of Ye Yufu in the gourd appeared one after another.
Mu Qingkong, Fan Qingzhou and others who stayed behind in the mansion also stood on the square outside the main hall, welcoming the generals to their triumph.
Seeing Xia Xin and others covered in trauma, Mu Qingkong's face was filled with envy.
He also wanted to go to the Hun's lair to kill him, but he had no regrets about his death.
Unfortunately, someone has to stay behind.
There are also many files to be processed in the mansion. Later, it was decided by lottery who would go and who would stay.
When Baiyao and others came back, Zhao Huaizhong stood in front of the main hall to greet him, and all the generals saluted.
Baiyao said: "Fortunately, Wei Chen and others did not lose their lives, and did not live up to the trust of the prince. The lord of the Huns is dead!"
Mu Qingkong and the others knew that the lord of the Huns had been killed.
This is equivalent to the confrontation between the two countries, and it is a supreme feat to behead the monarch of the other side.
In Ye Yufu, cheers surged.
"What happened to the people in Ye Yufu?"
In the Hall of Five Virtues next door, Ye Qi, Yue Qing and the others listened attentively with a confused look on their faces.
Soon after, Baiyao and other generals were called into the palace of Yeyu Palace Master.
"You and everyone else can rest for half a month and recover from their injuries. I will personally hold a banquet for you to celebrate."
Zhao Huaizhong looked at Baiyao, Xia Xin and others.
He took out several small vials of jade, all of which depended on their face to eat. They came from Mu Yangjing and Jiang Yan for nothing. The holy medicine for healing wounds was produced by Shennong, and the effect was excellent.
Zhao Huai took a look at Baiyao, picked up a jasper vial and handed it to him.
This vial was given by Jiang Yan's prodigal daughter, and it is very precious.
"This medicine should be able to heal your injury, and it will last a few days."
"No!"
Baiyao bowed and took out a white leather bag from his arms:
"This is what Weichen found from the lord of the Xiongnu after his death. It was carried by him, it should be something of some origin, and Weichen took it back."
Zhao Huaizhong took it in his hand, lowered his head and looked at it. There was nothing special on the surface, so he put away the skin and looked at it when he had time.
When Baiyao and others left, he also left Ye Yufu and came to Huacaoju.
Sunset evening photo.
In the courtyard of Huacaoju, Mu Yangjing was squatting there, staring down at the ground.
Jiang Yan was also there. The master and the apprentice looked attentively. When they heard Zhao Huaizhong come in, they didn't even look up.
Zhao Huaizhong came closer, looked at the ground, and saw a small seedling bursting out of the ground, emerald green and crystal clear.
The wonderful thing is that there are strands, like a chaotic airflow that gathers the breath of heaven and earth, surrounding this seedling.
Although it is a seedling, it already has a different kind of magic.
Zhao Huaizhong said in surprise: "Have the seeds planted that night grown?"
"Um."
Mu Yangjing's eyes were fixed on the seedlings on the ground: "One of the four immortal seeds that my Shennong clan has passed down through the ages has finally survived, but unfortunately I still can't see what it is."
Mu Yangjing and Jiang Yan's eyes were full of joy.
For these four immortal seeds, Shennong has been waiting for a long time.
When she spread the news to the clan, some old people from the clan rushed to Xianyang from the ancestral land hundreds of miles away that night to see the seedling.
It was late at night.
In the courtyard of Huacaoju, four old people, three men and one woman, formed a circle, taking the place of Jiang Yan and Mu Yangjing in the afternoon, and watching the seedlings in front of them intently.
"What kind of fairy seedling is this, maybe you can see it?"
"Xianmiao is not an ordinary plant. I have never seen it before. How do you know what it is?"
"Can you replant it back to the ancestral land of Shennong?"
"No, although the seedling is small, it has already begun to absorb the energy of the earth's veins, and even has an intersection with Daqin Guoyun, hooking up with each other, and moving without authorization, the immortal seedling may retract into a seed state, which is a waste of effort."
"Then let's move, let's move to Xianyang."
"Okay, move now."
Several old people muttered.
In the house, Jiang Yan and Mu Yangjing looked outside.
"Zu Weng and the others don't really want to come to Xianyang, right?" Jiang Ling asked in a low voice.
"No, I will go back after staying for a while at most. They have so many flowers and plants that they have raised since childhood, they are reluctant to bear it." Mu Yangjing looked calm.
"Oh." Jiang Yan nodded.
Mu Yang glared at her: "I heard that within Daqin, there have been ministers who have mentioned the matter of Qin Chu and his concubine a few times in recent days, what do you think?"
Jiang Ling blushed and said: "He doesn't say it, so I can't bring it up."
Mu Yang patted Jiang Yan's head dotingly, feeling a little complicated: "It's better to let them talk to Qin Chu while Zuweng and the others are there."
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The weather on the prairie has begun to get cold.
Tun Zangman gave up walking with other soldiers halfway, and rushed with the shaman who accompanied the team. It lasted two days and traveled thousands of miles, and finally returned to White Wolf City.
At this time, the white wolf city, the whole city was plain, was mourning the king of the Huns.
In the palace, the corpse of Tsung Taku was lying on his back.
After Tsangman came back, surrounded by a crowd, he stepped forward to check.
The eyebrows of the corpse were broken, and there was still a sharp breath left in the wound for many days.
The great shaman stepped forward, stretched out his hand and grasped it, and the strands of sharp energy gathered together to form a phantom of a soldier.
However, the next moment, the phantom of the soldiers exploded in the hands of the great shaman, and the countless breaths captured by him returned to the forehead position of the corpse of the corpse like a spirituality, and the sharp aura was still overflowing.
"This wisp of warlike energy has lasted for a long time, and it is still raging in the king's body at this moment, killing his body and three souls."
The great shaman's voice was low.
"This should be the sage of the Nanren who shot, pushed the immortal soldiers, and killed the king."
"Saint? Didn't the great shaman say that the sage of the Southerners cannot easily be involved in the war between countries? Otherwise, it will have a relationship with the national fortune and the ups and downs of a country. In the words of the Southerners, it is the cause and effect.
Why would a saint attack and kill my father? "
Tun Tangman's face was gloomy: "What was the situation at that time?"
The great shaman said: "The other party said that he was from the Imperial Palace of the Great Qin Ye.
They suddenly appeared in front of the main hall of the palace. They came in a strange way without warning. We were all unprepared.
When I came over, it was already a step too late, and the king was finally pierced between the eyebrows. "
Another general stood up: "What impressed me the most was the armor on the attackers.
Their armor is very strong in defense, and the attack power of the soldiers is also difficult to resist.
The fighting time was very short, but our Xiongnu soldiers would lose more than 3,000 people. The enemy was besieged by us, but the casualties were less than 1,000. They also took away all the corpses. We would rather increase casualties at the last moment than leave us any remains. or remains of armor.
That Jiage thing is by no means ordinary. "
Tsang Man asked in a deep voice, "What about the belongings of the king? That leather bag sewn from the skin of the white wolf king."
The Great Shaman was stunned.
He was shocked at the death of Jun Zangtuo and didn't notice Baiyao's actions in time.
recalled at this moment, only then did he remember a white leather bag that rolled off his body and was taken away by the other party.
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Xianyang.
In the middle of the night, Zhao Huaizhong took out a white leather bag in the study of the Prince's Mansion and touched it with the power of a saint.
The skin suddenly changed from the size of a palm to a size close to half a human.
Zhao Huaizhong poured out the contents.
Whoa!
The items in the skin bag fell out together.
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