"Get a lot of water, dry it, and boil it."

"Because now, besides the practitioners, there is no way to detect much smell, the water can be at least drunk after being treated like this, and it can be stored as much as possible."

After Gasuwen quickly finished these two sentences, he turned around and walked out.

...

Jin Chengzai's hand holding the wolf-haired pen was hanging above the rice paper, and the ink condensed into round beads along the tip of the pen, and the falling was not falling.

The city's priest was built in the valley at the commanding heights of the city. The three eaves pierced the twilight, and the vermilion paint on the corridor columns was mottled like blood coagulation.

The servant on duty had been shut out, but only the copper bells at the corners of the eaves were jingling in the wind. The old man suddenly put his pen down, and the ink traces meandered up along the texture of the rocks, and half of the waning moon appeared in the white space.

When the footsteps came from the triple stone steps, he was adding a third thread to the pine branches. The sound of the black iron armor hitting the crows flew under the eaves, but it failed to interrupt his pen - the twisted branches of the green pine were breaking in the waist, and the color of white paper was exposed at the break.

Gai Suwen entered the study and looked at the old man. He called out to the teacher, but unlike any previous meeting, he did not salute the teacher who usually respected the extreme.

"I need an explanation." He looked at Kim Seong-jae and said seriously.

Jin Chengzai turned his pen and pointed out several shocked cranes next to Duan Song, "What's the explanation?"

Gai Suwen stared at the old man with a calm face, and was silent for a moment, saying, "I just thought it through. Wen Hexuan is not decisive enough at all. He can sweep away arrows so quickly and lead the cavalry to leave. Without your assistance... he would not have been able to do it."

Jin Chengzai's hand was filled with the sheep hair in his hand and added a few rocks to the scroll. He did not answer Gai Suwen's question directly, saying, "I teach you a lot on weekdays. Just such suspicion is not enough to prove your judgment."

Gai Suwen smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "In the past ten years, the Jin family has been compiling the Koryo Water Sutra. Only you have spent your time carefully inspecting the direction of the underground rivers and springs in this area to destroy the water source in the city. Without the drawings you provide, the Tang people would not have been able to do it."

Kim Seong-jae suddenly smiled slightly and said, "Why, has the water source in the city been destroyed?"

Gasuwen looked at his smile and seemed to have something in her heart falling from a high place, falling into pieces.

"I know I can't have any evidence, but I want to know why this is?" Gai Suwen looked at Kim Seong-jae and said, "Do you really hope we lost this city?"

Kim Seong-jae put down his brush.

He looked at Gai Suwen, curled his smile and said calmly, "A general's success has been broken. You can become a general worshipped by countless people in Goryeo. It is based on countless lives. Those flesh and blood bodies like you are filled into a hole by you as chess pieces. You think it is natural for victory. You want to know why? For the rulers of any dynasty, for the family, do anything for the benefit. For you, the lives of those living soldiers are chess pieces, but for some people, the entire army, the entire army, the entire life.

A city is also a chess piece. If you abandon a city, you can gain longer and more amazing benefits, then some people will throw this city out like a chess piece. I know that as a general who would rather devote his life here, it is difficult for you to accept losing this city, but the rules of operation in the world are like this. If you think it is wrong, then you can lead troops to the royal city. If you can rule Goryeo, you may be able to draw some different rules. But you should understand that people who can't even understand these rules of operation cannot really accomplish anything."

Gasuwen narrowed his eyes slightly.

He looked at his teacher and said slowly and coldly, "I don't understand the so-called operating rules of you powerful people, and I don't want to understand them. But I thought that you, the teacher, are different from those powerful people, but now it seems, there is no difference. I accept the order to hand over to Jingguan. I cannot take the initiative to provoke war, but my duty is to lead the troops to guard this city. If they want to capture this city, they must pass my level."

After saying this, he finally bowed to his teacher. Before leaving, he said coldly, "The Chengzai Mansion is not allowed to enter and exit from now on. Whether it is you or someone else in the Chengzai Mansion, as long as you leave the Chengzai Mansion, you will be killed immediately."

Kim Seong-jae sighed as he looked at his back.

All of them are at this age, they are still too naive.

What is the difference between the powerful and the noble.

The reason why it looks a little different from others is that it is either pretending well, or the benefits are not big enough, or it is impossible to compete for benefits with stronger people.

Not to mention giving up one or two cities in exchange for the benefit of the Jin family, even if you give up ten cities, so what?

These are just cities in Goryeo, not cities in the Jin family.

When Kim becomes the master of Goryeo, how many cities can he get?

Gaisuwen walked out of the Chengzai Mansion, and the soldiers in front of him quickly closed behind him, arranged defenses around the Chengzai Mansion, and set up roadblocks and sentry posts.

He looked in the direction of the Duke Pei's camp again, and in the dark he could only see the fire light and the shadows of the carriages could not be seen.

He felt anger in his heart that could not be described in words. He could not imagine how the young Taoist leader of the Tang Dynasty could secretly reach such an agreement with Jin and Wen.

Three thousand to three thousand, and three thousand are the army that sieges.

If he really takes over this city, he and his subordinates will become stepping stones for the leader of the Tang Dynasty. How famous will this young leader of the Tang Dynasty reach?

At this moment, a strange whimper sounded in the wind.

The sound is like someone crying in the wind, or like a ghost in the air telling its story.

The sound of rotten wood hitting the ground was heard on the city wall.

A long feather seemed to grow above a Goryeo general who was patrolling the city wall.

He fell to death before he could even scream.

The alarm bell rang out immediately.

Some torches used for lighting are thrown away.

However, no one could notice where the arrow master was shooting this arrow.

The moment the torch's light rolled on the hillside and finally disappeared, a general subconsciously looked up.

He only saw a little dark shadow falling silently.

An arrow that didn't even sound like a monster falling from the darkness fell on his throat and penetrated from the back of his neck.

A burst of horrifying screams rang out.

In addition to the horrific screams of generals being shot and killed, there were also some panic sounds in the city, "There is a problem with the well, and there is a smell of corpses in the well."

A deep sense of powerlessness surged in Gasuwen's heart again.

Others' siege is constantly consuming the sergeants in the city, the arms in the city, and the will in the city.

However, what Gu Shiwu did was to constantly attack the heart and directly consume the morale of the defenders.

At this moment, a tide of exclamation suddenly sounded on the top of the city.

At this time, four generals had fallen down on the city wall. Even a general in a regular suit without any special outfit was shot and killed by the arrow master's cold arrow. But it was not the death of these generals that caused these exclamations, but a young man was walking towards the mountain road facing the city gate.

It was just a person, coming towards the city gate, less than five hundred steps.

The unique sound of the winch turning sounded on the city wall when the crossbow of guarding the city was blown. The young man held a torch, but seemed to be shopping.

He was still calmly coming towards the city gate, and the sloping mountain seemed to have turned into a flat official road at his feet.

Everyone could clearly see his body, even his eyebrows, because the true energy in his body emitted a bright glow, and the continuous surge of true energy caused a huge city to appear outside him.

The city-guarding crossbow jingled, which was doing the final aiming training.
Chapter completed!