Chapter 1155

"In the 78th year of Shun, summer, the dragon and ape fought in the Huai River water mansion, the dragon suddenly erupted, tracing ten thousand miles to invade Southern Zhili, all Martial Saints were restrained, Jianghuai was shaken, and the world was turbulent. The Southern Frontier thieves took advantage of the gap to invade the north, and the Northern Court remnants also took the opportunity to peek south, but the Northern Court had just experienced chaos, and there was internal strife in the royal court, so it was pacified after ten days of disturbance.

Only the war in the Southern Frontier was delayed. At that time, the miasma in Lingnan covered the fields, snakes and vipers filled the roads, and the two arts of Mayfly Blood Collection and Blood Hidden Demon Gu were rampant. The army was old and difficult to advance, like falling into a quagmire. The Prince of Nanhai was seriously ill from war wounds, half of the Lingnan Province was lost, the mourning people covered the fields, and the starving people filled the roads.

At the moment of danger, the Pingyang Xingyi Marquis Liang Qu carried a halberd and asked to go. Arriving in Lingnan, as soon as he engaged in battle, he destroyed the sharp and trapped the strong, beheaded fifteen Grandmasters, and captured one alive. He performed the method to summon clouds, rained for three days, and the grace covered two hundred miles. The thieves were abused by the heat and poison, and suffered from thirst and hunger.

Then at noon, the Marquis fell into the formation alone, penetrating the central army. In the square inch, he captured the Nine Poison Red Water and surrendered the Nine Poison Black Water. Where the spear edge reached, thirty-eight Grandmasters were beheaded, and the remaining crowd was wounded and messy, countless. The thief formation was deprived of its spirit, and the declining trend could not be reversed.

Subsequently, Governor Xu Haitao and Deputy General Ji Yanyu led fifty-six Grandmasters to support, fighting against the enemy's two hundred strongholds. Although the crowd was different, the soldiers were moved and competed to die. The Southern Chief Centipede Great Shaman heard the alarm and rushed to rescue, the Prince of Nanhai supported the wound to intercept the battle, and the north and south Martial Saints all stared at this battle. After half a day of fierce fighting, the thief stronghold collapsed, Lower Dragon Bay was restored, and Liang Qu personally led the Tiger Guards, chasing south, tracking and pursuing..."

"Ha, ha..."

Violent panting sounded in the pitch-black forest, and the chest and abdomen were pulled open and closed like a bellows.

Pitter-patter, branches broke, and sharp thorns scraped across the eyeballs, stimulating intense sourness and pain.

"Ah!"

A wooden thorn pierced into the corner of the eye, Min Yan screamed, fell to the ground, his body was covered with dead branches and fallen leaves in the undried mud, losing the cover of shadows, and the millipedes and centipedes fled.

White foam appeared at the corners of his mouth, tears gushed out uncontrollably from the lacrimal glands, dripping down. Min Yan covered his eyeballs, under the pressure of great fear, curled up, and couldn't help but cry loudly.

He was a small martial artist from the Ancient Forest Stronghold in the Southern Frontier, a small stronghold that was not very famous. He came to Lower Dragon Bay with his brothers to seek military merit, be a small soldier, hoping to exchange for some money and treasures, and go back to marry and have children with women from other strongholds.

Dead.

All dead.

Just a flash of light, two broken hands fell to the ground, and one step forward was the abyss of the canyon.

There was no thousand-mile tracking of the Perfected Form, and no sudden feeling of impending danger of the Hunting Tiger. Min Yan could only run, could only run. He ran for his life, abandoned his brothers, day and night, regardless of direction, regardless of fatigue, ran for three days, didn't know how many roads he walked, and swam across several rivers.

Anywhere is fine, anywhere is fine.

It doesn't matter if you get separated from the troops, as long as you can run out of the range of the dark clouds, run to a place where it won't rain, and survive.

Is it safe?

Is it safe?

Min Yan curled up on the ground, hugged himself, and asked again and again.

The stinging and sourness of the eyeballs gradually eased, and the ups and downs of the chest slowly calmed down.

Lying on this damp and warm land, Min Yan's emotions calmed down,

"Whoosh..."

"Ah! Ah. Don't! Don't!"

Min Yan screamed uncontrollably, kicked his hands and feet, swept away all the dead branches and fallen leaves, revealing the muddy and damp land.

The rain passed through the canopy and fell on his face. He was like a black-haired wild boar rolling in the mud. The mud pit was kicked deeper and deeper, and the more he kicked, the smoother it became. He couldn't climb up no matter what, until he exhausted his strength and emotions, had nothing, and was forced to go blank.

Just... ordinary rain?

Sitting under the tree, Min Yan's eyes were red, and he stretched out his hands.

The rain washed away, the mud on his hands flowed slowly, revealing the broken nails of his ten fingers.

The fingers were mixed with muddy water, and it was unclear whether it was blood or red mud.

"Ha..."

Min Yan laughed lowly.

Ran out, finally ran out...

Lightning danced like a snake in the air, illuminating the forest.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Min Yan looked up sluggishly, and raindrops hit his eye sockets.

Dark clouds rolled, long winds whistled, and the blue dragon scales were hidden in them, like ups and downs in the big river.

The blue dragon lived high in the firmament, driving the wind and chasing the clouds, and occasionally revealed its true appearance during the ups and downs.

Something tightened, and then broke.

The lower abdomen relaxed.

Warm water flowed out from under the crotch, mixed with the muddy water in the puddle.

"Plop."

Water droplets dripped on the eyebrows, pupils focused, blank thoughts returned, Min Yan looked at the pitch-black sky, touching his body.

Go, gone?

The wind blew on his body.

A bit cold.

The spear base stopped, Liang Qu stood independently between the dragon horns, Long Eying sat obliquely behind the dragon head, and the remaining thirty Grandmasters sat across the dragon body.

Click, click, click.

The armor engaged.

Liang Qu's upper body silver armor was completely broken and twisted, the Mirage Tiger arm armor was slightly better, the whole upper body was naked, the chest showed several red marks, the Dragon Spirit Gauze hung around the waist, and the hem fluttered.

Chasing and killing for three days.

Fifty people charging two hundred people, after all, there was some lack of strength.

Under the violent rise, about one hundred and sixty people were killed. Although the Southern Frontier Grandmasters had not completely recovered, they were still like a mess, but they knew where their advantages lay, gave up holding Lower Dragon Bay, broke into pieces, and scattered into the ten thousand mountains.

Great Shun's front-line Grandmasters recaptured Lower Dragon Bay, seized and transformed it, and stationed there.

Liang Qu led the supporting Grandmasters who had not leaked their Qi to perform clouds and rain, continued to chase and kill, and went deep for more than a thousand miles.

It is a pity that there were more than forty Perfected Forms supporting from Pingyang. Except for casualties, those who were injured and then had their Qi taken away, only thirty "hermits" remained behind, and Long Binglin was injured.

The Qi sea in the body was almost exhausted and had never recovered. After being targeted by the Five Gu and Nine Poisons, he was also in danger of exposing his flesh and blood and being captured of his Qi. Fortunately, he had the Six Voids and Heaven Gate and Earth Axis, filling the fault tolerance points.

There was no time to deal with those scattered small characters at all.

"My lord, further ahead is the hinterland of Lao'ai Mountain, which is unfavorable for pursuit."

Someone advised.

Liang Qu looked at the mountain forest towering into the clouds, and after crossing three hundred miles, it was the Lucang River, the Southern Frontier pseudo-dragon...

Looking into the distance for a long time.

"Go!"

The Perfected Forms on the dragon body couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Chasing to this point, they were already physically and mentally exhausted. Rushing deep, not only was it easy to have casualties, but it was also possible to be wiped out by a sudden Southern Frontier Wu Sheng, and the result was set before Great Shun could trade.

At this time, Liang Qu and others returned to the camp, not to the north bank of Lower Dragon Bay, nor to the south bank across the Red River, but to Linjiang, a thousand miles away from Lower Dragon Bay! Crossing Linjiang is Qinzhou!

The more people want to prove themselves, the more they will put in two hundred percent effort.

Knowing that he was set up by the Southern Frontier and fell into such an embarrassing situation, the Prince of Nanhai held his breath, actually suppressing the Centipede Great Shaman alone, and gained a good advantage at the Wu Sheng level.

Cooperating with other Martial Saints to stalemate, the death of seventy Perfected Forms and above, the Lingnan that originally lost two-thirds, recaptured one-third in one fell swoop, leaving only the remaining one-third!

At this time, this remaining part does not necessarily need to be fought for by force, but there is hope to get it back through political means, negotiation.

Nothing else.

Too many Perfected Form experts died.

Liang Qu and others arrived, divided into three teams, cooperated with Xu Haitao's intelligence, and killed more than thirty people in one fell swoop. This trip had two hundred and thirty-one people, sharply reduced to one hundred and sixty. After the pursuit, there were ten more people. In total, within a month, the Southern Frontier died more than a hundred Perfected Forms!

The whole front line was headed by Lower Dragon Bay, totaling about four hundred Perfected Forms, and one-fourth died at once.

This casualty figure is higher than Great Shun!

Great Shun's deaths were certainly not small. At first, there were more than twenty in Qinzhou, and later, Mayfly Blood Collection and Blood Hidden ambushes also caused dozens of casualties, totaling only about eighty.

The Southern Frontier has more territory now, but more Perfected Forms died. From a strategic point of view, it is absolutely a completely unqualified, wrong strategy.

If Great Shun completely breaks the Mayfly Blood Collection Technique and Blood Hidden Gu, and then the north and south are swapped, the situation will completely fall into a disadvantage, and it is very likely that the wife will be lost and the soldiers will be broken.

The chieftains are willing to continue the stalemate, but the nine major tribes are not necessarily willing to support.

Perfected Forms and dragon experts are united. The Prince of Nanhai will "not heal from serious injuries", and Great Shamans like Centipede and Pandong will also.

Thinking of this, everyone felt relaxed, and no one was willing to tie their heads to their belts.

"This should be the end..."

"It's been a month, I don't know if I can go home for the New Year in the second month."

"I think it's hanging."

"Haha, I think those Southern Frontier people are dumbfounded and scared out of their wits."

The blue dragon roared.

Everyone laughed and talked, and some talked about how cute their little daughters were.

The little mirage dragon drilled out of the sleeve, probing its head, not understanding that they just fought a battle, why were they all happy, obviously so many people escaped, pulling the boss's sleeve to ask.

Liang Qu leaned against Long Eying's thigh, finding a comfortable position: "Do you think one hundred is very few?"

"General Xu said there are four hundred, we only killed one-fourth, don't we need to kill them all?"

"Hahaha."

Someone behind laughed when they heard this, and the little mirage dragon hugged his arms in dissatisfaction.

Liang Qu laughed and asked: "Do you know how many Grandmasters there are in a province?"

"How would I know, one hundred, two hundred?"

Liang Qu held up three fingers: "In ordinary states and prefectures, generally speaking, there will be about three Perfected Form experts locally. Some strong states and prefectures will have five to six or more, but they are individual cases, one in ten.

In a province, the number of states and prefectures is about thirty to forty, counting..."

"I understand!" The little mirage dragon was proud, "That is more than one hundred!"

"Wrong!"

"Ah?"

"The number of Perfected Forms in a province is roughly double the total number of states and prefectures!"

The little mirage dragon frowned and counted his claws.

"Don't count, because the core of a province has a 'siphon effect' on the Perfected Forms of states and prefectures! The core of the province has many more Perfected Forms than the local ones, and they come from the states and prefectures around them." Liang Qu yawned and explained simply.

Not all counties can become prefectures, and all prefectures can get support from the imperial court. Cultivating to a certain realm, without household registration restrictions and local freedom, many people leave their hometowns to seek better development.

In the former Huaiyin Prefecture before Pingyang Prefecture changed its name, there were only two Perfected Forms, the Weng family and Su Guishan, because the capital of Southern Zhili next door had a very strong "siphon effect", and could even siphon Perfected Forms from other provinces to seek development in Southern Zhili.

Two capitals and eighteen provinces.

Capital: High houses are built on high platforms, and there are pavilions.

Therefore, the capital is called "Imperial Capital", the city of high buildings, separated by the Huai River, one north and one south.

There are thirty-eight states and prefectures in Southern Zhili, and the siphoned state and prefecture Grandmasters have one hundred, and the central core is several times larger, much more than other provinces, almost known as two capitals and two thousand.

"Ah, so many?" The little mirage dragon couldn't count with his claws.

"Actually, not that many." Liang Qu denied.

The little mirage dragon's brain was about to smoke.

"Isn't this a lot?"

"Not many obey orders. Many Perfected Forms are not fully under the control of the imperial court. With an order from the Emperor, they are willing to throw their heads and shed their blood. Actually, those who can fully obey orders, there are about half in the two capitals, about one-third in the nine core provinces, and even fewer in the outer nine provinces."

"Oh, those who actually obey orders are halved or even less, and the rest fight on their own!"

Liang Qu nodded.

Half, one-third, one-fourth, it sounds average, but actually being able to unite so many people is already a quite powerful result.

The remaining two-thirds are not a heart of either/or, but dozens or hundreds of hearts, one prefecture and one side, like Huangzhou, the Xu family of Liang Qu's godmother, of course, the Xu family obeys the imperial court, and those who don't obey, all take local families as units, just being kidnapped.

In a small town, a dozen or twenty strong young people are united, forming a fish gang to monopolize, and the remaining thirty or forty fishermen have to obey them, even if the latter are stronger when they swarm up.

"Everyone says crows are generally black, and I say, people in the world are all the same.

First blood relationship, then fellow villagers, then culture, the Southern Frontier is the same, the nine tribes are equal to nine provinces or even ten provinces, the Northern Court's eight tribes, although they sound fewer in number, can roughly equal fourteen or fifteen provinces.

The two are more than Great Shun combined, and the weakness is that there is no super big capital at the 'capital' level, strong unity, strong radiation, strong control.

The Southern Frontier counts as having nine provinces. This chieftain has strong control and can assign one thousand two hundred people. Most of these one thousand two hundred people have to be used for stability. Those who can be taken out to fight are only four or five hundred. Losing one-fourth is already a quite amazing proportion..."

The little mirage dragon suddenly realized.

In short.

If Liang Qu were the great chieftain of the Southern Frontier, he would be uncomfortable to death, get up in the middle of the night to slap himself twice, stab the straw man with the name "Liang Qu" with silver needles, and cast a curse.

One hundred and ten Perfected Forms, including top experts like the Five Gu and Nine Poisons and Twenty-Four Fiends, how long will it take to recover.

And such a major mistake, people who were willing to unite around you will choose to leave.

All monarchs, throughout the ages, talk about virtue.

Virtue can unite people. All founding monarchs basically have strong personal charm, thereby quickly expanding their power.

I follow you, have benefits, have upward channels, and won't kill me at every turn. What you say doesn't count, you have to do it, show it to everyone.

Even those who kill at every turn didn't show it before the event was completed.

The monarch has always been without virtue, the hearts of the people below are scattered, they are not willing to listen to you, gradually the accumulation of heavy illness, at this time want to change, there is no way to change, in case the furnace ancestor lives too long, and does not care about the descendants' situation, change someone to worship himself...

All changes are inseparable from the sect.

People with ability and charm can always expand their power. Once the base population is large, experts will always appear. Next, it depends on whether the timing is appropriate, whether there is heaven, earth, and people, and the Yellow Heaven should stand.

"Charm..."

The little mirage dragon's claws supported his chin, secretly pondering.

Learn, must learn, can't not learn.

The fat catfish is getting more and more powerful, is it because it united the frog tribe by charm?

What should I do?

Damn it, the ancestor didn't leave any dragon Ding for it!

A lonely dragon, go back and test the hedgehog, can't let it be idle!

The blue dragon folded its wings and landed in Linjiang.

Great Shun Grandmasters re-established the base, arranged rituals, and the whole army was happy and high-spirited, and the morale was visibly surging.

Xu Haitao was busy coordinating the records of merit, no need to disturb.

Bathing in the awe-inspiring eyes, Liang Qu let Long Yao and Long Li boil hot water, ready to take a good bath.

"It's been a month."

Water mist steamed, Liang Qu stroked Eying's smooth back, leaned against the edge of the wooden barrel, and looked up at the tent roof.

I don't know how Xigui and the Frog King are preparing?

"That hedgehog, this prince wants to test you..."

The little mirage dragon's voice came from outside the tent.

"The Centipede Great Shaman retreated and went to Qinzhou!"

"Dry Bone Great Shaman..."

The Southern Frontier tribes gathered together, looking at the sand table, indirectly learning about the front-line dynamics with the help of the Great Shaman's movements, seeing the Wu Sheng retreat, realizing that the situation was not good, and were anxious.

Until today, Liang Qu chased and returned.

"How many did you say?"

The message-transmitting Perfected Form knelt on one knee, cold sweat dripping.

"Changmu Dian Red Water Poison was captured, Wanxiang Meng Black Water Poison fled, whereabouts unknown, Lower Dragon Bay was lost, more than seventy Perfected Forms died in battle, countless Hunting Tigers and Wolf Smokes, when the subordinate reported the news, the front line was still fleeing, Liang Qu led people to chase on the dragon, performed clouds and rain, suspected of having the ability to track in the water, casualties in three days, not yet counted..."

(End of chapter)