The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 221: Battle of Fame

"When a golden elixir is swallowed, my fate is determined by God."

He shook his wide sleeves, and his robe fluttered. A clear and ethereal energy from the nine heavens condensed under his feet, and a white cloud carried Shen Yuanliang and flew on the wind.

From a wandering earth immortal to a golden elixir celestial immortal, Shen Yuanliang broke free from the constraints of the earth. Riding the wind is no problem, and flying in the clouds is just a basic operation.

With a "whoosh", the white clouds disappeared into the sky. In less than half an hour, they crossed tens of thousands of miles from the Sui Dynasty to the Liaodong Peninsula. It looked like an immortal.

"Somersault Cloud! I want to play too."

Looking at Shen Yuanliang who suddenly came, Shen Qianqian, who was playing and having fun, ran over hurriedly with her short legs, blinking her big eyes.

Then he stretched out his chubby little hands and pinched the white clouds in front of him. They were soft and comfortable like marshmallows.

"It's not Sun Wukong's somersault cloud, it's just the ability to ride on clouds and mist."

Rubbing Shen Qianqian's furry head, Shen Yuanliang smiled slightly, raised his eyebrows and said.

Myths shine into reality and one embarks on the path of cultivating immortals. All those incredible abilities in the past are now commonplace. This is the meaning of cultivating immortals.

"Brother Yuanliang, you're back."

After receiving the news, Li Wan'er hurried over and came to Shen Yuanliang in a pretty manner. She looked at him steadily, and the worry in her eyes melted like ice and snow.

Nearly a month had passed since the battle in Yan County. Shen Yuanliang disappeared without a trace, which made Li Wan'er very worried and she lost a lot of weight.

"Um!"

Reaching out to pick up his sister, holding Wan'er's soft hand, Shen Yuanliang and his group disappeared into the depths of the flowers, their silver bell-like laughter echoing from far away.

Star-catching tower.

"Lin Pingzhi, how is the Iron Guard recovering?"

Sitting on the armchair, Shen Yuanliang, dressed in a green robe and using a flying sword as a wooden hairpin, tapped the mahogany table top repeatedly and asked calmly.

Half a year ago, Shen Yuanliang joined forces with the Ming Dynasty to wipe out the Later Jin Dynasty. In the battle of Haizhou City, the Iron Guard suffered heavy losses, with nearly one-fifth of its personnel reduced.

At Shen Yuanliang's suggestion, the Iron Guard commander Lin Pingzhi selected loyal and reliable soldiers from the Imperial Guard to fill the vacancies in the Iron Guard and even expand its organization.

"My lord, the Iron Guard has a total of 8,000 members, one third of whom are martial arts masters, and the rest are innate peak masters who can go into battle at any time."

Hearing this, Lin Pingzhi, wearing bright silver armor and with a resolute expression, stood up suddenly, cupped his hands, and reported everything in detail.

The Iron Guard is Shen Yuanliang's personal guard, equivalent to the emperor's royal guards. They have always enjoyed the best welfare benefits, sufficient resources, excellent martial arts, and their abilities are top-notch.

In order to become a member of the Iron Guard, 300,000 imperial guards and 800,000 garrison troops participated enthusiastically. Countless geniuses gathered together, which made Shi Tou and others feel distressed.

If Shen Yuanliang had not given the death order, Shi Tou and other talents would not have given up the top talents in their hands.

"Ah."

Shen Yuanliang nodded, expressing his satisfaction. He then looked at Shitou, the Grand Commander of the Imperial Army, and asked, "Shitou, how is your research on the art of military formation?"

Relying on the Qimen Dunjia and the formations of various schools, Shen Yuanliang spent tens of millions of his luck to refine the basic art of military formations, further expanding his advantage.

"My lord, the initial practice of the art of military formation has been successful. A random strike can overturn rivers and seas, and the sky and the earth will collapse. From now on, you don't have to be afraid of martial arts masters anymore."

Scratching his head, Stone responded in a muffled voice.

The concentration of the vital energy of heaven and earth further increased, and the differences between individuals were like those between ants and elephants. In the face of the endless stream of martial arts masters, the armies that used to maintain peace and stability seemed to have lost their due role.

Now with the art of military formation, the 300,000 imperial guards are no longer idlers. The combined strength is enough to make martial arts masters flee.

"Step up the training. In three months, the art of military formation will be of great use." Shen Yuanliang took a sip of the boiling hot tea, frowned, and instructed in a serious tone.

"promise!"

A refreshing and wonderful fragrance rose slowly. In the quiet Zhaixing Tower, Shen Yuanliang paced and a heavy atmosphere filled the air.

After taking a quick look, Shen Yuanliang clenched his fists and said seriously, "In order to reduce casualties and achieve our goal in one go, I have decided to use the Famous Fight!"

"Battle of Name? What is Battle of Name?"

Everyone looked at each other, somewhat confused.

……

Luoyang, Taiji Hall.

"Greetings to His Majesty the Emperor of Tang."

Under the gaze of the crowd, Xin Qiji, dressed in a purple robe and with a scholarly spirit mixed with a hint of iron-bloodedness, bowed and saluted in a graceful and elegant manner.

"Why did the messenger come?"

On the red wall, Li Shimin, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe and with phoenix eyes, stroked his curly beard and asked with a little surprise.

In recent times, the Blue Emperor Shen Yuanliang has been in the limelight. Not only did he destroy Goguryeo, he even turned the entire Sui Dynasty upside down, and the entire Buddhist force suffered severe damage.

The immortals on land and the immortals in heaven died like rain, which made people terrified. Even the Khan of Heaven Li Shimin did not dare to underestimate the Qingdi City. The status of both sides was equal.

"In order to resolve the dispute on the Liaodong Peninsula, my lord has decided to use a battle of names to decide the winner."

"With the honor of our ancestors and the reputation of the dynasty as guarantee, we will bet on treasures, masters, and armies, and the game will be a best-of-three contest."

Inside the majestic palace, Xin Qiji spoke eloquently and recounted the battle of fame.

Treasures represent the heritage of the dynasty, martial arts masters are the ultimate power of the dynasty, and the army is the cornerstone of maintaining the dynasty and deterring all forces with evil intentions.

The three battles, through comparison in all aspects, were convincing and resolved the disputes that both sides had objections to.

"Oh! That sounds like a good idea."

Holding the dragon throne with both hands, Li Shimin thought for a moment and his eyes lit up instantly.

The trend of world integration is inevitable, but hundreds of countries are like the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, with constant killing and fighting, and the final result can only be mutual destruction.

Now that we have a famous fight, it is a good way to win while reducing our own losses.

Thinking of this, Li Shimin was eager to make a move. He took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, and said calmly: "The messenger will go down and rest for a while. I will reply to you later."

After Xin Qiji left, the quiet palace suddenly became noisy, with civil and military officials whispering to each other and discussing the famous fight.

"Your Majesty, I, Old Cheng, think the Famous Fight is pretty good. How about giving it a try?"

Among the military officers, a burly fat man named Cheng Yaojin, holding a tablet, couldn't wait to make a suggestion.

"Your Majesty, could the Battle of Names be a conspiracy? How about letting other dynasties test the waters first?"

Changsun Wuji, who was thin and had a gloomy face, walked forward with a worried look on his face.

"The Tang Dynasty is the Celestial Empire, and all nations come to pay tribute to it. Your Majesty is the Khan of Heaven, the greatest emperor of all time. Are you afraid of the Qing Emperor?"

Cheng Yaojin, who had always been at odds with Changsun Wuji, puffed out his chest and spoke carelessly.

(End of this chapter)