More than a month later, in one of the back gardens of the Dragon Palace of Tongtianjiang Shuifu, Ji Yuan and Lao Long sat opposite each other at the garden table. This time, there was no chessboard on it, just cakes and tea.

Ji Yuan and Ying's three dragons only came back here yesterday, but they don't need to worry about the search for the dragon corpse and the fact that they saw the Fusang tree and the golden sun. The old Huanglong Huang Yuzhong will be mainly responsible for informing the dragons. In this matter, Ji Fate and they are also happy to rest.

At this moment, Ji Yuan was taking the Xiezhi scroll out of his sleeve and slowly unfolding it on the table. The soft and clear water waves in the water house had no effect on the scroll. The old dragon carefully stared at the lifelike Xiezhi on the scroll, and threw a handful of berries into his mouth to chew.

Ji Yuan looked at the unresponsive Xiezhi on the scroll, stretched out her hand and put some mana on the scroll, and watched the Xiezhi on the scroll become more vivid and brighter, and then spoke in a deep voice.

"Xiezhi, do you have anything to say to Ji?"

Ji Yuan's sentence seems to be unclear, but there is actually a reason. When he was observing the Fusang Sacred Tree, Ji Yuan once took out the picture scroll of Xiezhi more than once, but what was the reaction of the picture scroll of Xiezhi in those few times? nothing.

Ji Yuan waited for a while after asking the question, but the picture scroll still had no response. Lao Long glanced at Ji Yuan, and like Ji Yuan, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Xiezhi, have you seen the hibiscus tree and the golden sun crow before?"

After waiting for a while, the picture scroll still didn't respond much. Ji Yuan and Lao Long looked at each other, the latter nodded slightly, and the next moment, Ji Yuan waved his sleeves and threw out a corpse. There were several tables on the side. It was the kind of monster that attacked the dragon group outside the Xutang Valley.

"Um?"

Xiezhi on the scroll suddenly let out a puzzled sound, Ji Yuan picked up the scroll and aimed at the monster's corpse.

"What do you want to say?"

Black smoke began to rise from the scroll, and Xiezhi's animal head was already close to the surface of the scroll, as if it was about to emerge from the scroll.

"Tiger Jiao? This ghost looks like a six-pointed figure at most, and it's also a little smaller... Take its blood and give it to this uncle!"

Tiger Jiao? Ji Yuan had no impression of the tiger Jiao in his heart, it sounded like a Jiaolong, but this Xie Zhi actually said that he had a six-point image. However, these thoughts and plans were temporarily suppressed, and he looked at Xie Zhi in the picture scroll and said.

"Are you just a painting, or is there something special about you? Who painted you?"

"Sampling its blood marrow for my uncle, and drawing its blood marrow for my uncle!"

Xiezhi started to repeat the words again, Jiyuan frowned, and felt that this Xiezhi was acting stupid again. This time he didn't bother to fight with Xiezhi. Time is not for Xiezhi.

"Uh, Mr. Ji, why did you just put away the picture scroll?"

Lao Long was a little puzzled by the side. He thought that Ji Yuan would have another conversation with the Xiezhi in the painting, and Ji Yuan did not hide it from Lao Long and looked at the painting and spoke bluntly.

"Although it is said that the Xiezhi is a fair beast, it is not fully believed. The picture in this picture may be a real Xiezhi, and I cannot help him all the time. Such ancient mythical beasts with names and surnames cannot be regarded as ordinary monsters. Sun Jinwu Mr. Ying has seen it, it is naturally impossible for Xiezhi to reach the Golden Crow, but it is by no means easy, since this Xiezhi is often acting stupid in front of me, it is impossible for Ji to help this Xiezhi all the time.”

The old dragon's expression was clear, and when he recalled the shock when he saw the Golden Crow, he naturally looked at Xiezhi a lot.

"Mr. Ji's considerations are reasonable, please use tea."

"Please."

When the two were drinking tea, Ying Ruoli also entered the courtyard. She had just returned from her temple on the Tongtian River.

"Father, Uncle Ji, I'm back."

The old dragon pointed to the position by the table.

"Sit down and talk about the changes in three years."

Ying Ruoli approached the table and sat down, and told the things she knew one by one. It was not about the internal affairs of the dragon clan, nor was it a major event in the divine way, and it had nothing to do with cultivation, mainly because Dazhen was in the past three years. Things that happened.

For the cultivators, it is just three years. For the human world, it is not long or short. There are two things that Ying Ruoli should focus on. The first is that Emperor Hongwu of Dazhen died a year ago. , After the new emperor ascended the throne, he did not give himself the honorary title like the previous generations of emperors. Influenced by the education of the emperor Yin Zhaoxian since childhood, the new emperor believed that if it was not for the love of vanity, then the non-outstanding emperor could not have the honorary title. qualifications.

After Ying Ruoli said the first thing slowly, Ji Yuan put down the tea cup and sighed with a thoughtful expression on her face.

"Really, Emperor Hongwu is already dead..."

At the beginning, I knew that Yang Hao's fate was not good, but after entering "Wild Fox Shame" together, it was slightly better. I didn't expect that it only lasted for two more years and died in less than a little.

"The second thing, um, Uncle Ji, Daddy, you may not have guessed that the motherland of Yue has launched an army against Dazhen."

Ying Ruoli just finished speaking, but Lao Long didn't react, but Ji Yuan was obviously stunned.

"Huh? The Ancestral Yue Kingdom launched an army against Dazhen?"

This plan was unexpected. When he thought about it, it was still possible. How could the motherland of Yue be the first to break the armistice contract and deploy troops against Dazhen?

"That's right, and Uncle Ji, just half a year after Emperor Hongwu's death, the Zuyue Kingdom raised 80,000 troops, known as 300,000 soldiers. In two months, they conquered six passes and thirteen villages on the border of Dazhen, and entered Qizhou, half of Qizhou. The realm has fallen..."

Hearing this development, it even felt a little dramatic. The ancestors and Vietnam were troubled by domestic and foreign aggression and turbulence. How could such a victory be achieved? This should be the last fight for the motherland of Vietnam, right?

"What about Dazhen's reaction?"

Ji Yuan frowned and asked, Ying Ruoli knew that Uncle Ji was more concerned about Dazhen's affairs, so of course she answered truthfully and in detail.

"Dazhen people all over the country are indignant, from the lords and squires to the common people, all of them are angry that the ancestors are attacking more and more. In my temple, there are many people who pray for the protection of Dazhen. There are many winners of the war, and now there are even many Confucian scholars. All of them join the army, and there is no shortage of Confucian scholars who carry swords with them..."

"Oh…"

Ji Yuan nodded slowly, but the old dragon on the side smiled.

"Hey, it's interesting. Although this old man doesn't have much interest in human affairs, he also knows that his ancestors and Yue country are riddled with holes. Hearing Ruoli's meaning, Dazhen has suffered a big loss?"

Ji Yuan is already working on divination. It is hard to say anything about human life and luck, but it is difficult to calculate the future, but it doesn't take much effort to calculate the past, and you can understand a general direction.

"To put it bluntly, the Dazhen frontier army underestimated the enemy, and it was because he had a mind and no intention, that he suffered a big loss."

It's not like watching the video, and when the direction of the hexagram is so big, I don't know any absolute details, but knowing it is probably not a problem. In general, almost everyone in the Dazhen Army thinks that the national conditions of the motherland and Yue are extremely poor. He didn't have the guts to attack Dazhen at all, and even thought that the existing army in the motherland of Yue would not have any fighting power, and as a result, he underestimated the enemy and was defeated.

Hearing these two things, Ji Yuan sighed slightly, and got up to say goodbye. Lao Long didn't stay much, but gave Ji Yuan the small altar of ambergris he had promised before, but even if there was no Yingfeng matter, Originally, this wine was also intended to be drunk with Jiyuan.

After leaving the water house, he stepped on the waves and flew into the fog. Not long after, Ji Yuan landed in the city of Gyeonggi Prefecture.

The streets are still prosperous and lively. Ji Yuan walks on the streets, and pedestrians and merchants are constantly coming and going.

"Selling pancakes, newly baked pancakes~~" "Bingtang haws are sour and sweet..."

"Bows and arrows, bows and arrows are sold, a strong bow with one stone, you can wear the armor of Zuyue thieves from a hundred steps away!"

…

Ji Yuan was walking on the street, hearing all kinds of noisy and lively conversations and hawking sounds, and his eyes were wandering on the street. Although it was blurry, it seemed that in this early winter season, among the ten people dressed like Confucian scholars, eight out of ten. All of them actually wear swords, hang them around their waists and walk with swords, but his fate seems to be different.

Suddenly, outside the teahouse not far away, someone shouted loudly to the outside world.

"There is news about the frontier army. There is news about the frontier army in this restaurant, but if you come to the middle of the building to order tea, you will get a plate of refreshments~~~"

"What, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Bianjun news?" "Let's go and have a look!"

"Wait for me, take a seat, take a seat!"

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Many people on the street who heard the sound moved, and some of the vendors who set up stalls also told the hawkers next to them to help take care of the stalls. .

Ji Yuan paused for a while, then accelerated his pace and walked towards the front. When he got to the edge of the teahouse, the seats inside were already full, but there were still people coming. The table in the teahouse was originally four people , now there are at least eight or nine people crowded, and there are more people sitting on small stools by the aisle pillars, or simply standing, almost everyone is holding a teacup in his hand, and Dr. Tea is holding a teapot and pouring tea one by one.

The tea house was almost surrounded by water, and several tea doctors were pouring tea around with teapots, just like Ji Yuan's highly skilled bus conductors in his previous life, who could make everyone buy all the tickets on the crowded bus. The only exception was a table beside the counter, where a middle-aged scholar with a paper fan stood.

"Everyone, the ancestral rats deceived me too Dazhen! Take advantage of our border troops to enter Qizhou unprepared, and the country of Zuyue is in turmoil. A lot of bandit soldiers came in, and I rushed to help Qizhou with several troops, and the vanguard has already done several times with the Zuyue bandit soldiers!"

"A bunch of bastards!" "Yes, I wish I could go to the battlefield to serve my country!"

"My court is stable and peaceful, and the national strength is strong. The ancestors of the yue-rat don't appreciate my court's generosity, and they dare to kill themselves!"

For a while, the crowd in the teahouse was furious.