40,000 Years of Cultivation

"Fight? What do you do? Use these small sampans of our Scarlet Cloud Fleet to crash into the giant ship of the four major elector families, or learn from the "Blood League" group of brainless stunners and kill them in the public. An empire veteran, and then catch up with his entire organization? It's a nonsense!"

Wei Guanghui couldn't wait to draw his son's two big mouths to make him sober, and after a pause, every wrinkle was suddenly covered with vigilant light, "Wait, tell me honestly, you can't be the same... A member of the Blood League, right?"

"Absolutely not, the child is not so confused yet."

Wei Yuanjia hurriedly expressed his thoughts to his father, "Even if it is your grandson Tianxiao, as far as the child knows, he has nothing to do with the Blood League, but he has joined another young officer league, the "Wanying Club"."

"Hmph, young people nowadays don’t know how to serve the family and the empire honestly, but they are enthusiastic about joining this organization and that organization all day long, or they are sneaky, or they are brave and insidious. More than defeat!"

Wei Guanghui cast aside his beard, dismissively said, "In my opinion, let Tianxiao be taken away by the special investigation committee. It is okay to reflect on it for a few days. Anyway, the other party just uses him as a bargaining chip, and may not really dare to harm him. , This time I'm eating a little bit hard, he can learn to restrain himself if he wants to!"

"Father... That's a bad word!"

Wei Yuanjia is very rare to confront his father in a tit-for-tat posture, "The powerful and powerful people in the center of Xinghai treat our local immortal cultivators so harshly. It is true that Buddhas are all fired. We were born and died on the front line, and we have been fighting for more than ten years. What they got in return was a basin of ice water and even prison. These people sat behind all day gesticulating, using us as cannon fodder and pawns. Now that they have won a big victory, they come out to grab the fruits of victory, let alone laugh at them. , Even I and dozens of other fellow daoists in the small world can't bear it!

"Although the power of the powerful and the powerful is powerful, if all the daoists in the small circles outside the empire can unite, it may not be impossible to fight them, at least, to regain what should belong to us!"

"Nonsense, everyone knows that hundreds of small worlds can unite to check and balance dozens of powerful worlds in the center of the star sea, but hundreds of small worlds are scattered on all sides of the empire, and they are more than tens of millions of light years away from each other, between many small worlds. There are frictions and contradictions that have existed for hundreds of years, and they are controlled by the four major electoral families using the method of'divide and rule, sow discord.' It's a mess of unbalanced hearts, how can we unite?"

Wei Guanghui sneered, "When the'God of War' Lei Chenghu is present, perhaps he can use his prestige and the powerful combat power of the Thunder Fleet to unite the forces of a dozen or dozens of small circles.

"But haven't you heard the little **** of the Special Investigation Committee say that General Lei has been put under house arrest by them, and I don't know what methods are being used to concoct it. If you want to come for too long, he will completely obey him.

"At the moment, the third theater of war is the group of dragons without a leader, and the people are panicked. Even the Thunder Fleet can't protect itself. With the few sampans and broken guns of our Scarlet Cloud Fleet, even the Giant God Soldiers only have two tattered ones. Assemble goods, just want to be the first bird? Who would be foolish to go to death with us."

Wei Yuanjia was silent, but there was a firm and treacherous light in his eyes.

Knowing his son Mo Ruofu, Wei Guanghui was stunned, knowing that his son must have extremely important information before he said it, hurriedly drew his son into the command room, locked the door and sealed a layer of soundproofing symbols, and then he said in a deep voice, "What? Happening?"

Wei Yuanjia cleared his throat, trying to pretend to be unhurried, but the trembling voice still exposed his inner eagerness and excitement: "My father, if I tell you, General Lei Chenghu is very likely to have escaped. After leaving the prison and returning to the third theater, the thundering fleet is being assembled, and the battle flag of'the emperor's rebellion' is raised?"

"What... the emperor, ask for rebellion?"

Wei Guanghui was shocked, as if a thunderbolt roared in his head. He clearly possessed the powerful strength of the Nascent Soul Realm, but for a moment he forgot to control his pores, and he was sweating like rain.

He grabbed his son's shoulder, and his fingers were deeply embedded in his son's flesh like iron tongs, "Say, where is the news!"

This question makes a lot of sense.

The Red Cloud Fleet is stationed at the edge of the third theater of war, in the depths of the star field with the worst environment. The stars here are like a moody child, spraying out the most violent radiation and psychic ripples every second. The thick, smog-like interstellar dust envelopes the star domain with a diameter of more than one billion kilometers, like a "wall of fog", which greatly interferes with the incoming Lingwang signals from the outside world.

The resource planet No. 223 is like an island. Even if the hyperspace communication base station with the highest power is installed, the communication with the outside world is still intermittent. Sometimes no news from the outside world is received for two or three days, and sometimes a large piece of news is received. It's a piece of snow or messy data.

Especially in the last half month, Resource Planet No. 223 has entered a period of frequent geological activities. Various volcanic eruptions and super earthquakes have continued one after another, which has greatly blocked the connection between the Chiyun Fleet and the Thunder Fleet, the third theater command headquarters.

At least, the official channel controlled by Wei Guanghui, the Third Theater Command has been silent.

But now, the information from the official channels has not come, but the son has brought such a "grass news", how can we make Wei Guanghui not suspicious?

"Father, don't doubt, the son's intelligence should be 80% credible."

Wei Yuanjia mysteriously said, "It was transmitted through the secret channel of the'Ten Thousand Realms Business Alliance'."

"The Union of Ten Thousand Realms?"

Wei Guanghui frowned, "The business organization that has been doing so well in recent years, the one that repaid us a large amount of low-interest loans in the first half of the year?"

"Exactly! Youth officer organizations such as the'Blood League' and the'Wanying Club' are nothing more than a small-headed play of young people, but the Ten Thousand Realms Commercial League is different. Even the father does not necessarily know what their power is. How powerful it is—this organization represents the power of many local capitals in hundreds of small circles on the periphery of the empire!"

Wei Yuanjia completely tore through the camouflage, desperately, "The most powerful force in the sea of ​​stars is psychic energy, and the force that is stronger than psychic energy is capital! The war between the peripheral capital of the empire and the capital of the central capital of the empire has begun in an all-round way. The business alliance is connected, we are no longer a mess of bullying, but can really gather the power of hundreds of small circles together, and then a trustworthy strong like General Lei Chenghu, and... a higher level To lead by a big man, we will surely win!"

Hearing this, Wei Guanghui calmed down instead and stared at his son: "Good boy, it seems that you have done a lot of important things behind my back these years. I am so old. , I don't even know anything!"

Wei Yuanjia choked, but he raised his head and looked at his father without giving up. He said loudly, "The child is absolutely not selfish. Everything he does is for the Chiyun Realm and the Wei family. The reason why he didn't tell Father, it is for the safety of his father to cut off with the family-in case something is revealed, all the guilt will be borne by the child, and the child will be responsible for the thousands of swords and swords!

"In any case, our Wei family is a dignified family of cultivators. We should all be cultivators who are high above the wind and rain! We are destined to conquer the sea of ​​stars, to be domineering, to do big things, not to be dogs. What's more, now that I want to be a dog, I can’t even ask for it, and it’s all about the point where I’m a man with a knife, and I’m a fish!

"Father, your dignified Yuanying stage high-level cultivation base, are you willing to die like a hairless dog for a lifetime? Since the four major electoral families do not give us a way to survive, we will follow Lei Chenghu Let's fight the general together! The big deal is death. We have fought **** battles with the Holy League for more than ten years and have fought hundreds of times. Are you still afraid of death?"

Wei Guanghui didn't even reprimand his son for calling him a "hairless dog", his face sank like water, and he wrung his brows to think deeply.

After thinking about it for a long time like a dead wood statue, the whole person seemed to be ten years old, and said hoarsely: "The news that General Lei returned to the Thunder Fleet, is it true?"

"It should be exact."

Wei Yuanjia hesitated and said, "Honestly, father, it's not our Chiyun Fleet family now. It is very likely that all the fleets in the third theater are all rioting, even some of the brothers who were born and died in the neighboring theater. The troops are all about to move, and there is no opportunity to lose, and the loss will never come!"

"I don't want to'should', let alone'extremely possible'!"

Wei Guanghui said with a stern face, "Look again, we must find out whether General Lei has returned to the Thunder Fleet, and more importantly, find out what force helped him escape the control of the four major electoral families!"

"Yes!"

Wei Yuanjia heard his father’s tone loose and overjoyed, “Haierhe is going all out to open up the secret communication channel from Resource Planet No. 233 to the command of the third theater-the Dao friends of the Ten Thousand Worlds Business Alliance have shipped a newest version. The super powerful communication magic weapon is being erected and debugged, and soon the latest news will come.

"As for now, these people on the list..."

"such--"

Wei Guanghui pondered for a moment, and said, "You first gather everyone on the list, including Tian Xiao, and show them this list and tell them that they have gotten into a murderous disaster.

"If General Lei Chenghu didn't return, it was just a fake news for a vain joy, then don't blame your father for being cruel. You can only hand over all these people in exchange for a temporary respite, and then think about it for a long time.

"But if General Lei really comes back, these people will be the most elite death squads, huh, I will let the little **** of the Special Investigation Committee know what the consequences are for provokes a cultivator in the primordial infant stage..."

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By the way, it's time for the college entrance examination for another year.

"Forty Thousand Years of Cultivation" has been written for more than two years. I wonder if you have followed up from high school and all the way to the Daoists who are going to take the college entrance examination?

Hahahaha, Lao Niu is here to gather the strength of all daoists. I wish you all your computing power to the limit, and your brain cells are completely burnt, and you will get good results!