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Chapter 475 [The Solution is in Hand]

After waking up, He Sheng couldn't help but stretch.

"Comfortable."

At this time, the sky was bright.

He left his bedroom, walked to the railing outside, looked down at the entire city, and looked at the busy pedestrians and soldiers below.

Hanfeng Pass was built on the mountain. In order to facilitate observation of the attacking troops, Emperor Wu Taizu naturally had to set up a command post at the highest point with the best view.

Therefore, the former Tancheng officials set up the government office in the former palace.

"With a natural barrier and a fortified city wall, no wonder the muscle guy has to use his brain."

It's not that the barbarians don't want to go around, the problem is that apart from the Hanfeng Pass, it would take several times longer to go around. Wars are fought on logistics, morale, and time.

The detours took twice as long, and there was no way to get supplies. After going through two major difficulties, morale was inevitably low. Since we didn't have anything, we might as well bite the bullet and attack the city.

Compared to Tancheng yesterday, Hanfeng Pass today is full of life. At least, there is smoke rising from the kitchen, soldiers patrolling, and people talking and laughing.

Outside the city, or where the city wall disappeared, six Jingguans were built at some point. They were filled with the heads of barbarians, each covered in blood, looking hideous and terrifying.

The old soldiers of the border troops would build a Jingguan every time they killed the barbarians, no matter how many there were, to deter the foreigners as long as they had enough time.

No one knows when this tradition became popular, but the elders did it, and the younger generations must do it, and they must do it quickly and beautifully.

That’s right, those rough men in the border troops thought that the Jingguan built with the heads of the enemies was a beautiful building, even more beautiful than their own women.

It should be said that they have aesthetic taste.

At the gate of the yamen, the generals waiting at the door saw He Sheng and immediately came up to report the situation.

"The rich families have surrendered? Wait, are they willing to hand over all their wealth just to let them leave Hanfeng Pass? No, what did you do to make them do this?"

"Sir, I really didn't do anything else. I just tore a few uncooperative wealthy people to pieces right in front of them. It's not that I didn't obey your orders. Do I need a knife to kill them?"

It’s no wonder that the rich families gave in and were willing to hand over all their property. It’s too brutal!
"A merchant petitioned to lead a caravan to purchase and transport wood and stone materials to build Hanfeng Pass? In our Ancient Fish Country, there are merchants with such good morals? Wait, why is there blood on the petition?"

"hey-hey."

Well, no need to think too much, it must be violent means, beating the other party into submission.

"How can you guarantee that the other person will come back? What if he never comes back?"

"Don't worry, sir. I have all the families of those merchants in my hands. I will definitely not kill them. But I told them that if they dare not come back, I will marry their wives to my brothers. Then, I will live in their houses, spend their money, beat their children, and play with their wives."

"stop!"

It's heart-breaking, isn't it?
"Oh~~~"

With the good start from the two generals, he had already anticipated how the tasks arranged yesterday would be accomplished.

But, he couldn't say anything.

No matter what, just tell me whether you have finished it or not?
Indeed, he was too naive.

It is really difficult to expect a group of men who have been fighting with barbarians for years to be gentle, not use violence, and use their brains.

"Very good, Hanfeng Pass needs efficiency!"

Let there be violence, it’s not you who will be beaten or torn to pieces alive anyway.

After dealing with the generals, he walked into the yamen.

Inside the house, the old commander of the border army was drinking tea.

"Captain He, I'm leaving soon. We took back Hanfeng Pass and killed another Zuxue warrior, causing the barbarian to go crazy again.

They had been confronting each other at the border, dragging the other half of my army. As a result, they sent more troops tonight at midnight and attacked the border like crazy. "

I'm afraid it's not just because the barbarians started the war!

He Sheng had always had a doubt in his mind, even if the border army was in turmoil, there were at least a million of them, it was impossible that they could not spare some troops to stop 100,000 barbarians from entering the former Tancheng, right?

How did the barbarians break through the border troops and transport 100,000 troops? Presumably, there was more than one rebellious general. Oh, no. General is a popular term. If we call him by his official title, he should be called General.

"Then I wish the old commander to kill another 100,000 barbarians."

"Hahaha, let me lend you some good words."

After that, there was a brief silence, and then they both spoke at the same time.

"Master, I have a question."

"I am the old man who is congratulating you."

They both shut up at the same time and made a please gesture.

“.”X2.

"Let me tell you first. Marshal, do you know any way to listen to the spring thunder? Also, do you know where the body of Wu Kuangren was lost?"

The first question is purely a matter of trying to figure out whether there is any result or not. The second question is that the old coach revealed yesterday that he was born in a military family and might know some information, even gossip.

"Spring Thunder? This old man really has no idea. If it is Wu Kuangren, then there is some news. My ancestor had some friendship with Wu Kuangren. In his later years, he said that Wu Kuangren was too crazy, crazy to the extreme.

He actually dared to go alone to kill the Barbarian King, but ended up diving into a bitter cold land and never heard from again. I guess he must have died at the hands of the Barbarian King. But what was puzzling was that there was no news from the Barbarians at all.

Logically speaking, regardless of success or failure, the barbarians would have angrily submitted a letter to the court to question the situation. But who would have thought that there was no news at all. "

There is a door!

He Sheng hurriedly asked, "Did Wu Kuangren hold the divine weapon Thunder Blade at that time?"

The old coach frowned and recalled carefully.

"According to my grandfather's description, he took the magic weapon with him. In fact, there is no need to think too much, he must have brought the Thunder Blade. Otherwise, how could he dare to kill the Barbarian King alone?"

After saying that, Lao Shuai leaned against the box he had been carrying on his back with a look of something wrong on his face.

"No, no! If Wu Kuang Ren took the magic weapon and disappeared, then why is the Thunder Blade in your hands?"

The person involved couldn't explain it, and Wu Ming didn't tell me when he gave me the knife.

However, based on the fragments of the Thunder Blade in the hands of the Ancestral Blood Warrior, we can get the information that Wu Kuangren did come, and a great battle took place, even breaking the Thunder Blade into pieces.

As for why and how the magic weapon returned to the Wu family, we can only wait for Wu Ming and the elders of his clan to come and ask.

"You say."

After he finished asking his questions, it was naturally the old coach's turn.

The old man took out a booklet from his arms and handed it over with one hand.

"My family's inherited martial arts technique - 'True Spiritual Technique'."

"???"

What do you mean!
Our relationship isn't even close enough for you to pass on your family martial arts skills to me.

"Don't get me wrong, I just don't want this pearl to be covered in dust." Where does that come from?

The old coach said helplessly at the puzzled expression on He Sheng's face.

"Although I come from a family of military commanders, I am a bastard. My talent cannot be said to be good, nor can it be said to be bad. After all, how could my ancestor who fought with my great grandfather to conquer the world have poor talent? Even if it has been passed down for so many generations, at least I have the blood of my ancestors.

In recent generations, our family has been busy transitioning from military to civil service. A military family can achieve fame and honor immediately, but it is blood that is shed. It is not as comfortable as being a civil official. Unless someone commits a serious crime of treason, in most cases, the whole family is safe and sound.

Besides, there are so many ways to make money, isn't it faster and more profitable than sucking the blood of soldiers and eating empty salaries? Besides, who can guarantee that every generation of children and grandchildren will be heroes on horseback?

It's good to study and be a civil servant. As long as you can make connections and gain fame, even a small official can rise to the top. As for me, a concubine's son who is not valued and who doesn't like to study, I can only come to the frontier to try my luck.

Who would have thought that a bastard could survive the brutal battle between the frontier troops? Moreover, the family's skills have improved rapidly. I have finally understood that the True Spiritual Skill passed down by our ancestors is to force the younger generations to see blood and fight.

If you stay in a comfortable environment every day, no matter how good your talent is, your progress in the True Spirit Method will be as slow as a turtle. The brothers who are now officials in the court are the best proof of this. "

The old commander's brothers were much more talented than him, but after practicing martial arts for so many years, their progress was not as good as his, who had been fighting on the frontier for a year.

"I haven't married yet. If I die in battle, I'm sure this book of martial arts will be shelved by the family. Isn't it more fun to study comfortably than to practice martial arts hard? So, I have always wanted to find someone capable to pass it on.

The Thunder Blade was like a madman. It spread all over Kyoto. Even the Wu family couldn't use it. There were many people who laughed at them. But you are able to control the Wu family's magic weapon. You must be a gifted person."

After saying this, he put down his skills, raised his legs and walked away, walking very coolly.

"Ah this."

It would be great to have a copy of Bai Nupi's martial arts skills, but the problem is that he doesn't have any extra advance payments now.

"Alas, we can only wait for Wu Ming and the others."

In this way, several more days passed.

"Sir, Wu Ming and others have arrived."

Outside the door, a general reported.

This is what the old commander left behind. There are no soldiers at Hanfeng Pass. What if a group of barbarians show up? It doesn't matter to He, because they can't hurt him anyway. The problem is that the only ordinary people left in the city are unarmed and facing a group of barbarians from the bitter cold land. Isn't that sending food?

"Master He."

In the past, people in Taiyue Prefecture could be called Qianhu.

Now, at Hanfeng Pass, what should you call He Sheng?
"You're welcome. I asked you to come here because I have something to ask you."

Next, he recounted how Wu Kuangren had gone alone to kill the Barbarian King, and inquired how the magical weapon, the Thunder Blade, had returned to the Wu family.

"You may not believe it, it fell from the sky."

The old man from the Wu family stroked his beard and replied slowly.

"???"

What the hell just fell from the sky!
"According to the information left by our ancestors, one day the sky was overcast and it was raining heavily in Taiyue Prefecture. Then, there was a huge thunder. A bolt of lightning that penetrated the sky and the earth struck the Wu family.

At that time, lightning destroyed many houses. When the rain stopped, the servants went to clean up and found the lightning knife stuck in the ground, flashing a weak electric light.

At that time, we knew that our ancestor had been in trouble. Since then, the Thunder Blade has gone crazy. Anyone who wants to control it will either die or be disabled. "

Now one thing is certain, the fragments of the Thunder Blade are related to the killing of the Barbarian King. Whether Wu Kuang Ren took the initiative to send the Thunder Blade away, or the Thunder Blade took the initiative to escape, anyway, it was broken by someone.

He Sheng had a say in the hardness of the magic weapon. When he was driving Chang Zai Shen, he once tried to bend the blade of the Thunder Blade. The result was self-evident, the Thunder Blade was fine.

The knife left fragments, left in the bitter cold land, and then was picked up by the ancestral blood warrior. No matter who broke it, or whether it was broken with a more powerful weapon, it was not good news for him.

That means if you want to find Wu Kuangren's corpse, you must first deal with that powerful and terrifying guy who is unknown (most likely the Barbarian King).

If that person died and left no message, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack to find Wu Kuangren's body. What if he was still alive? What if something happened? An old monster who had been alive since the founding of the Ancient Fish Country must be more powerful than just unfathomable.

"Where does the barbarian king stay all year round?"

"My lord, please take a look."

Wu Ming stretched out his hand and pointed to the map hanging on the wall inside the house.

"The Great Snow Mountain, the Barbarian King stays on the Great Snow Mountain all year round. If you want to meet the Barbarian King, you must be an Ancestral Blood Warrior. Among the Barbarians, barbarians who are not Ancestral Blood Warriors are all regarded as dirty blood. It is an insult for dirty blood to meet the Barbarian King, and it is disrespectful to Mahakala or the Great Black God."

Untouchables?
Well, all kinds of dregs can be seen in ancient times.

"I understand. Thank you for the trouble."

"It's not hard, not at all. It's my honor to meet you, sir." The old man from the Wu family had a flattering look on his face. It was not because of He's status, but because on the way here, he had heard about how the other party broke into the city.

Ever since the life and death of the old Wu family's ancestor Wu Kuangren became unknown (in fact, everyone believed him to be dead), the magic weapon Thunder Sword was directly scrapped. The scrapped Thunder Sword also ruined many outstanding descendants of the Wu family.

Now, someone has actually reproduced the ancestral swordsmanship and released the power of the magic weapon. Although he is not one of them, at least he makes them full of hope for the future.

"Oh, right, do you have any way to hear the thunder of spring thunder?"

After he finished speaking, the two of them looked at him with strange expressions.

"?"

No, what do you mean?

"Sir, the Thunder Blade can release thunder of all seasons." The old man of the Wu family reminded in a low voice.

"!"

He Sheng looked confused, is that so?

I don’t know, and it didn’t tell me.

"It was passed down from our ancestors that the Thunder Blade contains sword techniques, and the first few sword techniques have the distinct characteristics of the four thunders of spring, summer, autumn and winter. If we can inherit the sword techniques, we can listen to the thunder sounds of the four seasons more often, which will be beneficial to our sword techniques."

Hearing this, he hurried to check.

[Repaying: "Thunderbolt Divine Art" - 1/1000 (Listen to the spring thunder blooming). 】

Wow, with the sound of "Spring Thunder", it can be considered as listening to the spring thunder?
Ugh!
At that time, I was concentrating on killing the enemy and had no time to check any debts.

"Good good."

He Sheng stood up and pointed at Wu Ming.

"Come with me to the secret room, and I'll see if I can teach you the Thunder Blade technique."

"Thank you, sir!"

With a thud, the old man from the Wu family knelt on the ground.

After thanking him, he kowtowed several times.

There was no other way. Ever since Wu Kuangren disappeared, the family had been obsessed with the ancestor's skills and swordsmanship. If it weren't for an ancestor who acted decisively and not only burned the "Thunderbolt Divine Art" but also suppressed the divine weapon, who knows how many people in the Wu family would have died.

Now that he can fulfill one of his ancestors' long-cherished wishes, it would be strange if the old man was not excited. After going to the underworld and meeting his ancestors, wouldn't those ancestors praise him in various ways?

(End of this chapter)