Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

She was young at the time, but she knew that almost everyone who participated in the April Meeting that year was killed by Qin Chuan!

It wasn't just some people, it was many people!

"Martial arts, in essence, are about establishing merit and ceasing hostilities; therefore, stopping war is true martial arts. Slaughter is hell; if I don't go to hell, who will?"

Qin Chuan did not think he had made a mistake in killing people back then.

Without the bloodshed of that year, the northern barbarian tribes led by Shuliduo would probably have already trampled the Central Plains.

Yelü Lige and his thousand cavalry alone committed numerous atrocities in the Central Plains.

What a hellish scene it would be if hundreds of thousands of troops from the northern deserts entered the Central Plains.

He couldn't imagine.

"If Master had been willing to talk to Mother back then, perhaps those people wouldn't have had to die..."

Yelü Zhiwu said this.

"You should know better than your teacher what kind of person Shuliduo is."

Qin Chuan paused for a moment, then said:

"Her ambitions extend far beyond being the Queen of Yingtian in the northern deserts?"

"My mother..."

Yelü Zhiwu could not refute it and could only sigh sadly.

When she was little, she didn't understand her mother's actions, but as she grew older, she understood them even though she didn't want to.

In the Queen Mother's heart, the most important thing was not her father, nor her, her daughter, but power.

"As long as your father is still alive, the northern desert and the central plain can coexist peacefully, and you and I, master and disciple, will not fight each other."

Qin Chuan revealed what Yelü Zhiwu feared most.

"Yes, and Father King too..."

Yelü Zhiwu seemed to have grasped at a straw.

She was truly afraid that she and her master would become strangers because of the hostility between their tribes.

"What would you do if Shurido were to harm your father?"

Qin Chuan had no choice but to reveal some 'secrets'.

Just as the Longquan sword is destined to break, Shuliduo is destined to poison Yelü Abaoji.

With Yelü Abaoji dead, no one could suppress Shuliduo's ambitions.

War is inevitable between the Central Plains and the northern deserts.

"Mother, I wouldn't do that..."

Yelü Zhiwu was unwilling to believe it, and dared not believe it.

No matter how ambitious her mother was, she would never have been so cruel to her father. The two had been husband and wife for decades!

"You may not believe me now, but you must be wary of your mother."

Qin Chuan said very seriously:

"Otherwise, the Central Plains and the northern deserts will surely suffer devastation."

"I...I understand..."

Yelü Zhiwu hesitated for a long time before finally nodding.

Master may hide things from her, but he would never lie to her.

"Let's go, Chi Meng and your father are getting impatient."

Qin Chuan patted her little head again, took her hand, and caught up with Chi Meng and Yelü Abaoji ahead.

"Hey big brother, what were you and Xiao Wu whispering about just now?"

Chi Meng inquired with great curiosity.

“If I tell you, it won’t be a whisper.”

Qin Chuan smiled mysteriously.

Yelü Abaoji roughly guessed what the two had discussed, and he placed his hand on his chest, solemnly assuring Qin Chuan:

"As long as I, Yelü Abaoji, am alive, not a single soldier from the northern desert will ever set foot in the Central Plains."

"I also guarantee that as long as there is no fighting in the northern deserts, the Central Plains will never invade the northern deserts."

Qin Chuan also made a promise.

Both men were men of their word, and their simple words were more powerful than any formal treaty or covenant.

"Brother Qin, let's part ways here."

Yelü Abaoji looked towards the other side of the Tianshan Mountains, where the Man River flowed, and his Diela tribe was located upstream of the Man River.

His intention upon returning this time is to formally establish a nation and end the era of tribal division in the northern desert.

“Zhiwu, if you can’t bear to part with Brother Qin, then go with him to the Central Plains for a while. As for your mother, leave it to Father to say.”

Yelü Abaoji turned to look at Yelü Zhiwu, only to find the little girl shaking her head.

"I will go back with my father."

Although Yelü Zhiwu was indeed reluctant, she had no choice but to endure it in order to ensure the safety of her father.

"Brother Qin, Miss Chi Meng, farewell."

Yelü Abaoji originally wanted to give Qin Chuan a cheek kiss as a farewell, but seeing Qin Chuan's slightly furrowed brows, he gave up the idea.

Chi Meng and Yelü Zhiwu, on the other hand, had a proper farewell. Although they had only known each other for a short time, they regarded each other as sisters.

"It's time to return to the Central Plains."

Qin Chuan watched the father and daughter disappear above the snow line, then turned his gaze to Bianzhou, a thousand miles away.

Li Cunxu is still there, waiting to fight him on the battlefield!

Chapter 72 Small Hobbies, Great Achievements!

Luoyang City, Jiaolan Palace.

It was the time of the imperial court assembly, and all the civil and military officials were present.

Zhu Youzhen remained listless, sitting on the dragon throne and tossing dice.

Zhong Xiaokui remained standing respectfully beside him with her hands at her sides.

After a series of hurried footsteps, two scouts covered in blood burst into the hall without waiting for an announcement.

It wasn't that they were ignorant of etiquette, but rather that the military situation was extremely urgent.

"Urgent report from the front: Bianzhou City has fallen!"

These words immediately sparked a great deal of discussion in Jiao Lan Hall, and the officials were thrown into chaos.

Li Cunxu led the Jin army in a surprise attack on Bianzhou, but Bianzhou fell in just a few days.

Luoyang is less than 500 li away from Bianzhou. If Li Cunxu attacks, how will they survive?

"To behave so improperly before the palace is utterly disrespectful!"

At this moment, only Wang Yanzhang remained calm.

He shouted loudly, trying to stabilize the situation.

However, all the civil and military officials were filled with fear and anxiety, and were unable to calm down.

Furthermore, Zhu Youzhen completely neglected his duties, and the entire Jiaolan Palace practically became a vegetable market.

"Is this how you gentlemen greet me upon my return from my travels?"

Suddenly, a faint voice echoed in Jiaolan Palace.

At this moment, all the civil and military officials fell silent, like a group of soldiers who obeyed orders without question.

They all looked with awe at the figure who walked slowly into the hall with his hands clasped behind his back.

The Imperial Advisor has returned!

Even Zhu Youzhen, sitting on the dragon throne, breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Qin Chuan.

Although he didn't care whether the Great Liang Dynasty was destroyed or not, it would be very bad if it delayed his search for the Longquan Treasure.

Only Zhong Xiao Kui's eyes revealed a sarcastic expression.

In her view, it made no difference whether the Grand Preceptor, who knew nothing about military strategy, returned or not, since he couldn't defeat Li Cunxu anyway.

On the contrary, his return and subsequent chaotic actions will only push Daliang into an even darker abyss.

Ignoring Zhong Xiaokui's gaze, Qin Chuan strolled to the foot of the steps and spoke calmly:

"General Wang, muster your troops and march on Bianzhou."

Wang Yanzhang suddenly knelt down on one knee.

"This time, I will personally lead the expedition!"

Zhu Youzhen quickly spoke up.

He felt that going out to fight with Qin Chuan was much more interesting than sitting in the Jiao Lan Palace listening to these civil and military officials spout nonsense.

"Then let's go together."

Qin Chuan glanced at Zhong Xiao Kui, who was still motionless:

"Lord Zhong, why aren't you preparing His Majesty's ceremonial procession? Do you wish to be punished again?"

"Your humble servant... obeys the decree!"

Upon hearing the word 'punishment,' Zhong Xiao Kui blushed and hurriedly left.

Wang Yanzhang quickly arranged everything.

One hundred thousand Liang soldiers escorted Zhu Youzhen's entourage as they marched in a grand procession toward Bianzhou.