Chapter 130 The Wind Rises
In the palace, the dancers danced gracefully, and the music was so exciting that it was thrilling to the bones.
The gate of the palace was originally closed, and the temperature in the palace was comfortable and not affected by the tide at all.
The royal city of Dongyue is built on a huge island. Its people are good at fishing and hunting, and interact with the sharks. Its territory controls the surrounding mountains and islands, and is adjacent to the East China Sea.
The door suddenly opened, and a cold wind and the smell of sea spread into the palace. The singer's dance was disrupted, and a soldier hurried in.
"Your Majesty, Tianze is back."
Yuejun's expression on the throne changed, but soon, the panicked voice of his own singer woke him up from his dream.
"The palaces built by the Chu people are so comfortable, the women given by the Chu people are as tender as water, and the utensils given by the Chu people are so exquisite, so you have forgotten how the late king died at the hands of the Chu people in the first place?"
Six huge black snakes entered the hall with an ominous aura, and a huge sense of fear swept through the body. The king on the throne watched as he slowly walked into the hall from outside the hall, as if the king had returned.
"Didn't you die at the hands of the Koreans?"
The voice of fear did not stop Tianze from moving. He walked towards the throne step by step and slowly lifted up the puppet on the throne.
"We are descendants of King Yu. Although we live among barbarians, we should not really regard ourselves as barbarians."
"Don't spare my life, I can help you."
Tianze did not listen to any words of this former betrayer. Blood dripped from his body bit by bit, and his breath fell.
Watching the person in front of him die, Tianze had no interest in looking at another corpse.
Throwing it away, Tianze sat back on the throne, although the throne was stained with blood and no longer noble.
"Now, East Vietnam is yours!"
Xuanjian leaned against the palace pillar, with a casual posture, his hands folded, and the black and white swords in his arms.
Tianze sat on the throne, leaning back and supporting his forehead with one hand. He seemed not satisfied with this.
"You helped me get rid of the eyes, ears and generals sent by the Chu people. Those dozen Mohist disciples also took over the army, navy and finance of East Vietnam. But, does Zhao Shuang only have a small ambition?"
"We don't have to comment on what your lord thinks. It's just that the country belongs to you. As for the rest, your lord is just getting the pre-agreed reward."
Tianze laughed and asked.
"If one day I turn against Zhao Shuang, will my end be much better than his?"
The corpse on the ground looked horribly dead, with bleeding from all its orifices. Tianze pointed at his predecessor, with an inexplicable meaning in his words.
"Within ten years, you will need the help of the Mohist family to develop and strengthen your national power, and the Mohist family will also need your power to expand its power in the world. As for what will happen in ten years, who can say with certainty Woolen cloth?"
Tianze sat firmly in his position and smiled slightly.
"So for at least ten years, Zhao Shuang and I will still be allies."
The King of Hundred Poisons, the Exorcist Demon and the Wushuang Ghost walked in from outside the palace and knelt down in front of Tianze. The cold voice contained no emotion, followed by naked killing and blood.
"Master, we have dealt with all future troubles according to your instructions."
Tianze stood up from the throne with a confident look on his face. From this moment, the worries in his heart disappeared.
"It is known to the whole territory that the Chu State will not give up and let all the armies enter a wartime state."
The Exorcist and the others looked at Tianze now, with a vague premonition in their hearts.
Their master is now a true king!
On the grassland, thousands of horses galloped.
When the Zhao army retracted its defense line from the north, the fear that had haunted the Xiongnu in the past disappeared. They are discovering that the world before them has become vast again.
The sound of whistling sounded, and before that damn Great Wall appeared, the Huns could move freely across the north and south, traveling freely.
And now, it's the same.
Touman rode forward, roaring loudly.
"Warriors, go through the canyon ahead. There are large areas of fertile land, a large number of cattle, sheep, and Nanman women, waiting for our Xiongnu warriors to conquer."
Touman's words floated in the air, bringing even higher emotions.
Until, in front of the canyon, the huge machine beast appeared in front of a group of Huns, and their high spirits came to an abrupt end.
The white tiger was fierce and fierce. With a flick of its thorny tail, the Hun cavalry at the forefront was swept off their horses, causing a huge cloud of dust.
Surrounded by wailing sounds, Touman led his guards to the forefront of the battle formation, pointing the riding crop in his hand at the man in front of the valley.
"I heard from my Xiongnu warriors that there is a huge monster over there in the South Barbarians. Is this it?"
Zhao Shuang appeared from behind the agency White Tiger, and Li Ji and several Mohist disciples followed behind him.
But, he didn't answer.
Touman was a little strange. What was the identity of the person wearing the red mask in front of him?
But when Touman's eyes shifted from Zhao Shuang to the several Mohist disciples behind him, and finally settled on Li Ji, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Warriors, don't hurt that woman."
Li Ji's heart tightened, but she saw Zhao Shuang walking out from behind, keeping a distance from the Mohist disciples, and even leaving the protective circle of the White Tiger.
The Xiongnu did not miss this opportunity, and when Zhao Shuang entered the shooting range, a feather arrow was shot from the cavalry.
Zhao Shuang smiled and waved his hand, and the arrow was shattered into powder by the internal force before it even got close.
"Sorry, this road is blocked!"
A gentle word floated in front of the tens of thousands of troops, and the man's voice caused a lot of laughter.
But in Li Ji's eyes, this scene was somewhat familiar. Looking at the figure in front and feeling the killing intent of the Hun cavalry in front, Li Ji felt a little uneasy.
On that day, when she was chased by a net and in the night, there was such a figure standing in front of her, like a god descending from the earth, rescuing her from danger.
Zhao Shuang?
The figure of the leader of the Mo family was very different from that little fat man. Li Ji shook her head to dispel this thought.
How could the old senior be Zhao Shuang?
Li Ji smiled bitterly, but they were obviously different people, but the feelings they gave her were so similar.
This feeling is very subtle, even Li Ji doesn't know where the source of this feeling is?
Until she accidentally glanced at the young Mohist disciple holding a sword beside her, his hand trembling slightly.
Li Ji suddenly realized something, and looked at the man not far away who was facing more than ten thousand Huns cavalry, his figure was like a mountain.
He looks so much like Zhao Shuang!
"Only by yourself?" Touman laughed, "As long as I wave the whip in my hand, my Huns' cavalry can block the river."
"However, if you are willing to give that beauty to me, I may be able to spare your life."
The wind blew gently, the grass fell in pieces, and silky gray wadding floated from the distance.
Zhao Shuang raised his head slightly and closed his eyes, seemingly not paying attention to Touman's threatening words.
"The time has come!"
"What are you talking about?"
Just when Touman thought that the person in front of him was crazy, he suddenly remembered a shout in his ears.
"Fire, there is fire."
The war horses were frightened, and Touman looked into the distance. On the grassland in the distance, a prairie fire approached in an instant. When he looked back, the man surrounded by sparks and gray catkins had opened his eyes, his gaze was sharp, and he spoke softly.
"Touman, you are defeated!"