The spirit is still there.

However, due to the injury, he also looked old.

Zhao Biao died in Wulong Villa, and the impact on him and the Southern Dynasty had not yet dissipated. The sudden death cast a shadow on the victory of the Southern Kingdom in Jinling.

Logically speaking, if the regent is killed by the people in the martial arts world, the southern country should have formed a large army to capture the murderers of Chen Qiu, but in fact, the state will be very stable.

It was just released the captain's documents, and the amount was high.

And the people who were accomplices to the court went to search for clues of Chen Qiu's whereabouts, but apart from that, the overall southern country did not make any major moves.

On the one hand, Chen Qiu's group of people had a mysterious whereabouts and had excellent martial arts skills. Unless the army surrounded him, a small group of troops would be dispatched, and he could only goats to the tiger's mouth.

Moreover, Chen Qiu has the world's treasure blade in his hand, and his martial arts are also very skilled.

Even if the army sieges, he may not be left behind.

On the other hand, the king Zhao Ming was not unhappy with his uncle's death, and the Marquis of Wei Zhao Lian was not unhappy with his nephew's resentment.

Instead, there is something more important to do now than avenge Zhao Biao.

The king of the country and the general of the army are always unable to do things according to their mood in the face of the general trend of the world.

Especially the dispute between the north and the south is now at this moment. If you cannot fight your might and defeat the north in one fell swoop, you will probably not be able to find such a good opportunity again in the future.

The Northern Dynasties' army was repelled from Huainan to the Central Plains, but the danger of the Central Plains has not yet been lifted and a large area of ​​land has fallen.

After the national teacher who had been blocking the sky in the north was happy to die, Weihou was convinced that the Northern Dynasties would definitely be in chaos.

The facts are indeed as Zhao Lian thought.

In the Northern Dynasty, the situation was turbulent, which made a group of front-line generals who were good at fighting could only defend the important places in the Central Plains. Zhao Lian originally wanted to dispatch troops, but had already tried to surround and kill.

But the direction of the matter was somewhat beyond Weihou's expectations.

"Yelu Jienan"

Zhao Lian closed his eyes on the recliner and said softly:

"At a young age, I really have some ability. I was happy that as soon as I died, I barely stabilized the court with the help of the nobles of the northern country and sent reinforcements to respond to the war in the Central Plains.

I really underestimated you.

But when the child first encountered a big event, he was a little busy and gave me such a good opportunity."

The terrain of Youyan in Qilu spread out in Zhao Lian's mind.

The Northern Dynasties army, which was originally arranged in Changshan and other places to resist the Qilu military peaks, were divided into part and sent to the Central Plains to rescue the siege. The remaining ones formed a weak line of defense.

And if we gather a large army and go north from Qilu and break the Changshan defense line at this time, we can travel starry night and straight into Yanjing.

It’s only 500 miles from Bingfeng, Southern Chao to Yanjing.

Zhao Lian had a quick deal with Zhao Biao's funeral, so he returned to Qilu to take charge, and this was the idea.

The veteran general was about to launch a surprise army and ignored the war in the Central Plains. He was like a sharp knife rushing straight into the heart of the northern country. As long as the speed was fast enough and the offensive was fierce enough, he rushed to capture Yanjing City before the Northern Army returned to aid.

The general trend of the world can be decided.

"Marty, Chief Wu is waiting outside."

A personal soldier came forward to report, and Zhao Lian, who closed his eyes and rested, immediately opened his eyes. He rubbed his heart and said to the personal soldier:

"Please come in."

Soon, Wu Shifeng, the chief of the bandit suppression of Qilu, was originally the leader of the third leader of the French village. He walked into the garden with a mask covering his face.

But the scars left by the severe burns can still be seen from the neck and back of the hands.

These scars make him look like a ghost.

In addition, in the past or two years, Wu Shifeng's fierce methods in suppressing bandits in Qilu made his nickname "Ghost Scholar" really become the ghost scholar in the mouth of a hero in the green forest of Qilu.

"Marty."

Wu Shifeng leaned over in a hoarse voice.

This action was a bit disrespectful to the officials of the border, but Wei Hou didn't care. The old man sat up and said to Wu Shifeng with a smile:

"Shifeng, I heard that I have broken a clan again these days? Will the bandit suppression be smooth?"

"smoothly."

The ghost scholar said in a hoarse voice:

"Now, there are only big mountains left in Qilu. When I destroy them, the land of Qilu will be subdued!"

"Okay, Shifeng is really a good method."

Weihou patted the armrest of the rocking chair, exclaimed, but then said:

"It's just Shifeng. This time I invited you to come, but I want you to pause the suppression of bandits and borrow the five troops under your command."

Under the mask of the ghost scholar, he frowned.

He thought for a while and said:

"Is it a feint to attack the Central Plains? Marquis, is he going to raid Yanjing?"

"Haha, I know, I can't hide it from Shifeng."

With admiration, Weihou looked at the ghost scholar in front of him.

This person's knowledge is fine, but his sense of keenness about the battle formation is surprising. Just as Wei Hou said casually, he guessed what Zhao Lian wanted to do.

What a pity.

Zhao Lian thought that if Wu Shifeng could truly serve the country, the pressure on his shoulders would definitely be much smaller.

"I will let you take your troops and horses to move to Heze and make an action to encircle the troops and horses in Xiaoxiang to attract the attention of the Northern Army. I will wait for the elite troops to cross the Yellow River and go to Changshan.

As long as you break down Changshan and arrive at the city of Yanjing, the big thing will be half done.”

Zhao Lian explained his plan slightly, the ghost scholar nodded, and he said:

"The Marquis is very calculating, but I have two things to ask about."

"You ask."

Wei Hou waved his hand, looking calm.

"First, is the 'elite soldiers' mentioned by the Marquis, the Hundred Battles Army that won the Battle of Jinling?"

Wu Shifeng asked.

Zhao Lian didn't hide it either, nodded, twisted his beard and said:

"I don't have any good feelings for the Bai Zhan Army. I am indeed brave when fighting, but after killing red eyes, it is like a group of beasts, and it is difficult to control it.

But this time it was a surprise attack, all you need is to be quick!

Take them with you and use them together. Shifeng also has any objections to the Bai Zhan Army?"

"I dare not say anything about it."

The ghost scholar bowed his hand and said:

"But I am a man from the world and have a way of thinking. Marquis, I would like to advise you to be farther away from that army of war, the better. I am very familiar with the methods they practice.

Unfortunately, what they practiced was wrong, but it was a life-saving technique.

The better you repair, the bigger the problem.”

Speaking of this, the ghost scholar glanced at Zhao Lian's calm expression.

A sighed in my heart.

This old man made up his mind and could not persuade him.

He stopped talking about this and asked the second question again, saying:

"Marty, I heard that in Lin'an City, after the unfortunate death of the National Master Dongling, the king appointed a third national master, who was also a foreigner, and it is said that he also had immortal skills?"

Seeing Wu Shifeng mention this, Zhao Lian's expression became quiet.

He said coldly:

"Just the demon.

He bewitched the kings and made a big move to make a good country chaotic. After Yanjing, I will go back to Lin'an and drive all the evil demons and heretics out."

"hehe"

Wu Shifeng laughed, his voice hoarse and unpleasant, he said:

"As far as I see, it is a trivial matter to guide Yanjing. The destiny of the southern country is not in the north. The marquis should not go north when he travels, but to go south."

"I studied the learning of saints in the first half of my life, and paid attention to respecting ghosts and gods and staying away from them.

Marquis, don’t think I’m speaking harshly, but the actions of Lord Zhao Ming in recent days are very similar to those who have fallen into the country who have cultivated immortals and asked about the Tao.

I have received the favor of the Marquis and admire the Marquis's desire to be in the stable. I will complete the matter of moving troops to Heze and feinting the attack on the Central Plains with all my heart.

But if the Marquis continues like this, I am afraid that even if the Marquis takes Yanjing, he will not be able to save the fate of the southern country.
Chapter completed!