Chapter 417

The cow is a different species, as big as a hill, covered in blue, with red eyes, four flaming hooves, walking in the air, dragging an ox cart and speeding across the plain.

It's just that the appearance of this frame looks very simple compared to its owner's identity.

However, when Mr. Cheng and the old man saw the ox cart, they saluted immediately.

"Sir, see Your Majesty."

The flaming green bull stopped.

The bullock cart is shrouded in tulle, and there are many figures inside, with purple light looming.

There was a "click click" sound in the car.

Like someone cracking pine nuts or something.

Accompanied by the sound of "click, click", someone said: "Excuse me."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Mr. Cheng and the old man said in unison.

The former moved his sore joints, while the latter took a step forward and bowed to the bullock cart in front of him with a more solemn prostration: "The old minister is guilty."

There was a sound in the car, which seemed vague, as if he was chewing something.

"There are merits, and there are demerits. The merits and demerits do not offset. Go back and receive the punishment yourself."

The old man heard the words and said respectfully: "I thank the Lord for your kindness."

After saying that, he stood up and stood aside with his hands tied, watching the bullock cart start again and head towards Xiqin.

And the old man himself did not return to the border to re-command the team, but honestly returned to the Eastern Zhou Imperial City by himself.

With an oiled paper umbrella under his arm, Mr. Cheng followed the ox cart, and said as he walked, "Invading the Western Qin Dynasty without asking for instructions, and making an enemy of Tianhe, this will naturally be punished, but Marshal Hu is indeed dedicated to the public. , The person who has no selfish desires and only wants to expand the territory for my Great Zhou also does not want to embarrass you, His Majesty, he has long been prepared to take responsibility."

"Don't be in a hurry to plead for him. I can trust Lao Hu's character." There was a "crack" in the bullock cart, like cracking a nutshell.

Mr. Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, this opening should not be opened easily.

The so-called "will not accept the order of the emperor outside the country" also depends on the specific situation.

Dong Zhou's internal punishment of the old man was inevitable, and the right should be a reminder to the rest of his family.

But for people outside the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, the man in the bullock cart obviously didn't intend to pay attention.

The conflict between the Eastern Zhou Dynasty and the Western Qin Dynasty has never been less, and the tension in the relationship is not inferior to that of the Ancient God Sect and the Southern Chu Dynasty.

At present, the vast territory of the Western Qin Dynasty has been merged into itself. Compared with the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, it is naturally the result of keenly grasping the opportunity to expand the territory.

Mr. Cheng asked for instructions: "The minister is going to the Western Expedition Army..."

The sound of "click, click" in the bullock cart was endless, and the people in the cart kept talking: "That's it for now."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Mr. Cheng understood.

He returned alone to the mountain at the junction of the Zhou and Qin borders.

The generals of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty who were still waiting here quietly breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the decree.

Everyone, including the old man himself, was mentally prepared for the result of the old man surnamed Hu.

The only suspense is how His Majesty will deal with the territory he has occupied after he leaves customs.

Tianhe is inherited in one line, and these days people often run back and forth, trying to clear up the smoke between Zhou and Qin.

Now that His Majesty's order has come down, the attack on West Qin will come to an end.

But the territory that the family has built by its own ability has no possibility of returning it.

The next step is the stage of sorting out and digesting. As far as Dong Zhou is concerned, this trip has already made huge profits.

After Mr. Cheng made all the arrangements, he set off to chase the bullock cart again.

Bullock cart, all the way to Zhengyang City.

The acquiescence of the results of the generals of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty was based on the Eastern Zhou Dynasty's own considerations.

But in Zhengyang city, they also need to help out and give the old sword fairy a helping hand.

"Yinglao and the others, they must have seen Yunlao by now, right?" After catching up with the ox cart, Mr. Cheng sat down on the front shaft outside the cart, acting as the driver.

Along the way, before reaching the border of West Qin, Elder Tianhe rushed over after hearing the news, begging to see the empress who had left the customs, but Mr. Cheng blocked them all.

The other party had no choice but to leave, so he must have explained the situation to the old sword fairy.

The person in the car let out an "um" in his nose.

Mr. Cheng was very helpless: "Your Majesty, although I also believe that Mr. Yun's magnanimity will not be provoked by others, but we still have to do some effort to save face."

With a sound of "click", the people in the car threw an almond and dropped it into his mouth: "Except for Lao Yun and a few people, the people in Tianhe are getting more and more talkative, and I don't bother to listen to their nonsense."

Mr. Cheng smiled wryly.

As long as they are human, they may have their own thoughts.

Generally speaking, most people in Tianhe behave decently.

But also old-fashioned and stubborn.

For more than a hundred years, Tianhe has supported and protected the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.

The old sword fairy himself only cares for his old people, and the people in Tianhe don't regard themselves as saviors.

However, some people in Tianhe have more or less formed a sense of supervisor, and they can't see some of the actions of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, and they often have the intention of correcting them.

"Your Majesty, although many suggestions from Tianhe people are unrealistic, but no matter what, they are still different voices. If you listen to them, you will understand." Mr. Cheng remonstrated.

"No." The person in the car said without thinking.

"It's too tiring to be a wise king, and it's more suitable for me to be a foolish king."

Mr. Cheng almost had the urge to roll his eyes: "Your Majesty, you are too modest, and the faint king is still far away from you.

Of course, it would be even better if you could be more diligent. "

"Eating, drinking, and having fun are more suitable for me." The queen cracked open a pine nut slowly, savoring the taste of the pine nut.

Mr. Cheng finally rolled his eyes: "With all due respect, Your Majesty, you moved the national treasury three times to fill up the inner treasury, all for eating and drinking. If you look at it by the standard of a foolish king, you are also quite unambitious..."

Before he could finish speaking, the back of his head was hit by a pine nut shell thrown from the car.

Mr. Cheng sighed deeply.

"Your Majesty, you are good in everything, but sometimes you are too childish."

The middle-aged coachman looked at the huge green bull in front of him with a depressed face.

Because he hated the concept of green cattle, he gave up the dragon chariot and rode an ox cart since he was a child, and instead of riding a dragon, he rode a bull instead. This kind of childish behavior is only capable of being done by his Majesty.

Even after ascending the throne as the emperor and sitting on an equal footing with the master of Qingniu Temple, this habit has not changed.

As a result, I acted as her steward right now, and I could only drive an ox cart...

If there is any progress, it is the green cattle used for driving, which have been continuously upgraded from ordinary mortals to rare and exotic.

"It's good to be a baby." The person in the car knocked on the dried fruit again.

Mr. Cheng was helpless again.

He was about to say something, but suddenly he closed his mouth, his face became calm and stable again, and he turned his head to look into the distance.

"Your Majesty, someone from Qingniu Temple and Nanchu." Mr. Cheng said.

"It's not like, it's just like that." The person in the car said casually, "Hurry up, we have to go to Zhengyang City."

"Yes, Your Majesty." With an oil-paper umbrella under his arm, Mr. Cheng jumped off the bullock cart and drifted away in the wind and rain.

Ahead, among the mountains and rivers of the Western Qin Dynasty, a great battle is breaking out.

Half of the sky is full of purple energy, and the huge Taiji diagram formed by the intersection of yin and yang fish seems to replace the sun in the sky.

In the other half of the sky, there is a raging sea of ​​pure gold flames, which is so golden that it can't see the edge.

There is the light and shadow of the golden dragon, which rises and falls.

Ziqi is an old Taoist priest.

In this battle of the Western Qin Dynasty, the master of the Qingniu Temple has never appeared, and the Qingniu Temple is the current master of the Taoist sect who is in charge of the overall situation.

On the other side of the sea of ​​golden light and flames, there is an old man whose beard and hair seem to have turned into gold, dressed in royal and luxurious costumes, with an extraordinary aura.

As King Yuyang, who is two generations older than the current Emperor of Chu, he is also one of the top experts in Southern Chu. He spends most of his days in subterranean cultivation. Only in such a big battle right now does he come out to fight for Southern Chu. .

The two sides showed their strengths in the Taiqing Scriptures and the Brilliant Spectrum, and they fought in the West Qin land upside down, but they all wanted to occupy this territory.

They are the center of the battlefield, and no one else dares to approach it.

On the outskirts of the battlefield, there are more Qingniuguan true biography and Southern Chu masters fighting.

However, from the center to the periphery, everyone suddenly slowed down.

While guarding against the enemy on the other side, everyone looked into the distance vigilantly.

Clouds suddenly filled the sky and kept moving towards them.

As the cloud approached, continuous drizzle fell, washing the world.

The golden light is blazing, and the fire is low.

The vast purple air dissipates and retreats.

The sky and the earth were completely covered by rain.

A figure with an oiled paper umbrella under his arm appeared between the old Taoist priest and King Nanchu Yuyang.

The pressure of the two sides' moves all fell on him alone, but it quickly dissipated invisible.

Mr. Cheng bent down and beat his sore joints.

"The two of you are growing strong. Cheng's rusty arms and legs are really unbearable."

That being said, the middle-aged man looked relaxed.

In contrast, his two opponents had more solemn expressions than before.

"Master Yu, Uncle Cheng..." Both of them said in unison, their expressions seemed to be more gloomy than the rain clouds in the sky.

Uncle Cheng smiled kindly: "Your Majesty came out of the customs to quell the disaster of war here, please stop and leave."

The old Taoist took a deep breath: "Your Majesty, have you arrived here? I wonder if the poor can have an audience?"

Uncle Cheng shook his head: "Please forgive me, Your Majesty is not seeing any guests at the moment, so he asked me to come to see you, and please leave West Qin."

The old Taoist looked at Cheng Shuzhi: "Then, did you also spit out the Western Qin land you occupied in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty?"

"Don't worry about it, Master." Uncle Cheng Zhizhi said.

King Yuyang of Nanchu sneered, "You Eastern Zhou have thick skins."

Uncle Cheng moved his sore neck: "I don't dare to do it, but if the two of you don't retreat, you need to have thick enough skin."

While speaking, all the Southern Chu warriors and Qingniu warriors felt that the rain that fell from the sky suddenly changed.

Every drop of rain seems to become a sharp blade piercing the world!

When a drop of rain fell, it directly pierced through their protective body.

The rain did not increase.

But the drizzle continued, and the whole world seemed to be smashed into a sieve, full of holes, which is not enough to describe its desolation.

Most of the people present fell down in pieces like seedlings blown down by the heavy rain and wind.