Chapter 767: Take Their Place?

In the deep autumn of that year, Shuo Fang Military Governor Hun Hun dispatched the Tiele‑origin general Pu Gu Huaien to escort several hundred Tibetan war captives to Bianzhou as tribute, and announced his acceptance of the Bianzhou court's regulation and deployment.

In response, the Son of Heaven Li Qi, who is "very easy to talk to," gladly accepted the Shuo Fang army's return and pledged not to meddle in the Shuo Fang army's internal personnel adjustments.

Appointments above the rank of officer only require a single report, the rest can be arranged independently. As usual, in Bianliang City a new "Shuo Fang…

At that moment the waiters also suddenly sensed that the restaurant's atmosphere was oddly strange today. However, when they followed the crowd's line of sight, they suddenly understood.

A giant python's tail swept over, and along the way many beings who couldn't retreat in time were flung like cut kites, soaring far, far away, and after hitting the ground they could not rise again, terrifying the crowd into retreat.

"It's very simple!" Ran Zizai said with a slight smile. Fan Yu, however, shook his head, slowly looked into the distance, his eyes flickering faintly.

Wang Dong explained in great detail; much of it were principles he had distilled through his own practice, and he shared them without reservation, so that the students each listened intently, and even Qi Changming couldn't help but nod.

Li Yi's fingertips shifted once more, a wisp of pure white Tian Gang energy and a wisp of red, slightly blackened Di Sha energy almost simultaneously poured into the Tai Chi Light Seal.

Han Yi spat out a large mouthful of refined blood, his face ashen, glaring at Ling Luo with resentment, clutching his chest, yet he could not utter a single word.

"Do you know who I am, and yet you dare speak to me that way?" Li Guangjie sprang up like thunder, disregarding whether he could raise his voice here, a hint of killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"No, I don't know him, I won't stay, I want to go with you all," Leng Youyou refused outright; how could she possibly fall behind.

Fan Yu slowly approached the cultivator, while the other cultivators gradually retreated backward.

After cutting her hair, Ye Miao finally saw Feng Yue clearly; he was quite a good‑looking guy, though his skin was a bit dark. Unable to find her home, Ye Miao asked Feng Yue to escort her back.

Upon learning that the Central Discipline Inspection Commission had arrived at Jun Du, Zi Chuanhai's sense of danger deepened further.

"Liang, the higher the position, the greater the danger; I truly worry about you…!" The sentence was left unfinished as Qiu Lihua's voice became a little hoarse.

In the late Eastern Han, this was one of the regions where private academies flourished most; besides local aristocratic families, many eminent scholars from outer commanderies opened schools here, with disciples ranging from hundreds to tens of thousands. Along the way, one could see neatly dressed young scholars everywhere; the closer one got to Yingchuan Commandery seat, the more vigorous the academic atmosphere became.

A crisp clang of blade against sword rang from the point of contact, followed by a thin stream of dark‑red blood trickling slowly along the broken edge of the knife.

"Damn it!" On the other end of the phone, Zhang Li suddenly turned tender, and Zhang Jialiang guessed that Zhang Li might be in a relatively safe place; otherwise he wouldn't speak so casually.

"Zhang, from now on a few of us will have to rely on you for meals!" After Zhang Wei invited Zhang Jialiang to sit at the main seat and settle, he sighed.

He had just gone downstairs to retrieve his suitcase, hang his clothes properly; everything was as usual, as if nothing had happened.

But as long as the dishes were cooked by Mo Jiuchen, no matter what, she would eat them all, just as she does with her parents' cooking.

Chen Duo recalled the boy of the past who never showed joy or sorrow; other students at his age were enjoying the finest years, recklessly shouting how youth should be spent.

However, Bao Tian believed that excess is as bad as deficiency, so he closed himself off for cultivation to solidify his foundation, preparing for a future breakthrough.

Then there was nothing worth seeing; this mutual market didn't have many good items. Bao Tian wandered around but still didn't spot anything he liked. However, this mutual market was only a pre‑meal soup; Bao Tian's hope lay in the fish market.