As evening approached, the setting sun poured into the study through the window lattice, dyeing the rows of bookshelves displaying files red.

A middle-aged man in black robes leaned over the desk, quickly reviewing a memorial with a wolf-hair brush at his fingertips.

Prime Minister Dayan has both rights and responsibilities. In this troubled year, he can go up to heaven and hear a lot. Many things need to be witnessed by him, and nine out of ten of them are related to the end of the war in the north.

The war in the north is coming to an end.

The Northern Territory, which has been devastated by war, has many things to deal with, and all kinds of memorials are coming like snowflakes.

Pensions for soldiers killed in battle, rewards for meritorious service, various personnel transfers, punishment for corruption during war, and even relocation plans for tens of millions of people.

Looking at the names that appeared on the memorial, Xu Yinhe could find the corresponding portraits in his mind.

This is decades in the making.

Without understanding, how can we know how to know people and make good use of them.

When he saw the book titled "Guimao Gang Ji" in his hand, Xu Yinhe paused slightly.

The barbarians invaded south on a large scale in the year of Guimao, so they were named after Guimao. The major and minor battles that occurred in these eleven years were recorded in the form of a chronicle.

If you can see this outline, it means that the War in the North is really over. After his review and annotation, it will be included in the history of Great Yan.

It finally ended, with the ending they wanted to see back then.

After staring at the book for a few seconds, Xu Yinhe turned to the first page, but there was no joy in his eyes that the plan had been completed. On the contrary, there was a hint of tiredness in his eyes.

And when he reached the end of the chapter, the period of time written down by his own heirs, his writing paused for a moment.

After pondering for a long time, I slowly started writing and annotating.

[Use the power of human weapons and the power of secret spies to seduce the barbarians with the help of great ambitions, and the victory of the strange move is a matter of seconds. However, this plan is very unusual. The barbarians have been weak for thousands of years, their weapons are weak, and their weapons are blunt. To consolidate the king's will, by then, So what if people don't get along with each other? 】

As soon as the pen came down, a gust of breeze blew by, and a white dress appeared in the quiet room.

Standing in the study, the faint fragrance of ink floats.

Feng Jiuxuan stared at Xu Yinhe, who had a slightly weird aura, and was silent for a few breaths before slowly uttering two words:

"What's the matter?"

Xu Yinhe raised his eyes, and the light from the window lattice imprinted on his profile, half shadow, half sunset, his tone was sincere:

"Brother, I need you to go to Zhenxi Mansion."

Feng Jiuxuan frowned when he heard this:

"Zhenxi Mansion? What's going on?"

"The sect has already started to take action against Zhenxi Mansion."

"But I remember you gave up over there."

"Yes, but Changtian is there."

"." Feng Jiuxuan.

Feng Jiuxuan stared at Xu Yinhe with murderous intent in his eyes.

Xu Yinhe's eyes were calm and without any disturbance.

Looking at each other for a moment,

Feng Jiuxuan didn't say any more, clenched his fists slightly, and turned around in silence.

And at this moment, Xu Yinhe suddenly interrupted him:

"Eldest brother, if you agree, then use this."

Saying,

Xu Yinhe took out a black ring from his arms, placed it on the desk, and said:

"This is the hanging ring condensed from Emperor Xien."

"Teleport?"

Feng Jiuxuan dissipated his energy machine and looked back coldly: "The other one is on Changtian?"

"We have already arranged for someone to send it there."

"snort."

Feng Jiuxuan snorted coldly, put the ring in his palm with a casual move, stared at the middle-aged man in front of him and said coldly:

"Xu Yinhe, my tolerance for you has almost reached its limit. Aren't the many dangerous experiences in Changtian not enough?"

"."

Xu Yinhe's eyes moved slightly to the side, looking through the window lattice at the huge city of Di'an dyed red by the setting sun, and his tone was low and indifferent:

"He needs these opportunities for a long time."

Feng Jiuxuan took a step forward and said in a cold voice:

"What happened in Shengshan, the battle in the north, Sean's night, and Changtian have done enough."

"not enough."

Xu Yinhe did not look back, and his tone was very quiet: "It is not enough to convince the entire Prime Minister's Mansion."

Hearing this, Feng Jiuxuan's eyes changed slightly when he looked at the other party, and his voice was filled with suspicion:

"This matter should take a long time, but you seem to be in a hurry."

"."

Xu Yinhe did not answer this question, but just said:

"I have already gone to see Li Yaoxuan regarding the matter of Changtian. He will remain neutral for the time being. However, the sect has been plotting the western border for decades. Three feet of ice cannot be frozen in a day. Changtian may be able to use some clever tricks to create some of it." However, if we want to turn the tide, we still owe some people and peace. If things fail, I hope that you will bring Changtian back. "

"." Feng Jiuxuan.

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When Feng Jiuxuan opened his eyes again, what caught his eyes was the devastated Zhenxi Fucheng.

Above the sky, the protective canopy was rippled, and countless insect waves blocked the light, roaring ferociously and swarming towards the breaches.

Under the sky, gunpowder smoke billowed out in the dark city, lighting up the streets and lighting up the sky, and distant shouts of killing could be heard from everywhere.

But none of this matters.

What matters is the eyes that fall on him.

The moment he sensed the saint's aura in the city, Feng Jiuxuan's indifferent brows frowned slightly unconsciously. As his eyes scanned the traces of the battle in the city, some information was quickly gathered in his mind.

The aura of the Saint of Jiantian Pavilion was a bit strange, but looking at her confrontation with Tianyuan, she seemed to have jumped back.

The white wolf pretending to be dead still has the Qi of the White Emperor on it. It should be one of our own, but it looks stupid.

The insect man who has been torn into pieces at the bottom of the pit below seems to be seriously injured, but his holy source is huge and can be restored with a little repair, but this insect man is very weak, so weak that it is outrageous.

The woman with a strange aura under the city wall should be a Yin ghost. Feng Jiuxuan has never fought with a holy Yin ghost, so he can't tell how deep it is, but the other party seems to have been seriously injured.

The saint who looks like a teenager next to Tianyuan has a very strange aura, and Feng Jiuxuan can't tell how deep it is, but he can be injured like this by Changtian with the existing city defense system in the city, so his strength should not be too strong.

So,

Are the remaining three saints above?

Shengjian's eyes swept over the other three people, and Feng Jiuxuan's empty and clear state of mind set off ripples called solemnity.

These three people are all familiar faces.

Stopping his thoughts, Feng Jiuxuan glanced at his nephew beside him, and saw Xu Yuan looking at him.

He didn't say anything, but his eyes were eager.

He seemed to be asking,

Uncle, do you think this can win?

The air was quiet for a moment, Feng Jiuxuan didn't say anything, as if he was thinking.

Seeing this, Xu Yuan quickly glanced at Baidi and others.

According to common sense,

This uncle has already appeared. If the other party is prepared, then he will definitely not wait for them to discuss, but the fact is that the entire Zhenxi Prefecture City has become quiet with the arrival of Feng Jiuxuan.

Xu Yuan's mind quickly ran through various possibilities, but in the end his eyes suddenly stopped on the black mirror behind his uncle.

After Feng Jiuxuan was teleported here, the formation did not dissipate, and the black mirror wrapped in dazzling white light was still rippling.

Baidi and others did not take action immediately, are they worried that the old man will also be teleported here?

As his thoughts flashed through his mind, Xu Yuan's eyes flashed with a gleam of brilliance, and he was faintly expectant.

However, this expectation only lasted for a moment, and Xu Yuan chuckled and shook his head, thinking that his guess was a bit too risky.

Now that my uncle is here, if the prime minister father comes to Zhenxi City again, the sect should not consider whether the city can be broken, but how to retreat.

But the problem is that there are too many variables.

The sect may still have a trump card now.

Not to mention that the prime minister father has an accident in Zhenxi City, which will cause decades of layout to go to waste. If there is a problem with the hanging ring, it will be enough for the prime minister's mansion to drink a pot.

As a huge monster, the internal system structure of the prime minister's mansion is already extremely perfect, and the prime minister's mansion in Di'an is the command center of the entire prime minister's mansion. All orders are passed down layer by layer through this center.

If the old man leaves and the center is cut off by the emperor, the prime minister's mansion will fall into chaos in a short time.

This is undoubtedly fatal in this troubled time. With the cautiousness of the old man, it is impossible to take this risk.

In silence,

Feng Jiuxuan's eyes on the young man beside him seemed a little complicated.

If the situation is worse, he can force a breakthrough with Changtian.

If the situation is better, one of the three familiar faces is missing, he can even force the opponent to retreat without bloodshed.

The situation on the field is now completely on the borderline between being able to fight and collapsing, which makes him, the uncle who came to save the situation, a little embarrassed.

Changtian needs this achievement, it would be a pity to retreat directly, but the risk of fighting with these familiar faces is too great.

The encounter with Tianyuan Yu Qionghua Secret Realm did not test the depth of this Jiantian Pavilion Master.

The old man from the unknown sect has long been on the blacklist listed by Lou Ji. He has met him once and is very strong, but he has never taken action and his strength is unknown.

As for the White Emperor.

Feng Jiuxuan looked at the phantoms of the dragons across the sky, and his eyes narrowed unconsciously.

When he was young, he went to Guyuan with Xu Yinhe and others to train, and he saw the style of the master of Guyuan.

A saint who is extremely strong.

However, with the help of the city defense formation and the power of the majestic military formation, it is not impossible to fight against the three saints.

In silence,

Feng Jiuxuan took out an unknown long sword from the Xumi ring, and the voice slowly came into Xu Yuan's ears:

"Changtian, if you want to continue, give me the hanging ring."

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It seems that my father is unlikely to come.

Hearing this, Xu Yuan's heart flashed a little disappointment, and he handed the hanging ring to his uncle beside him.

After taking the hanging ring, Feng Jiuxuan gently put it on his index finger, looked back and smiled softly:

"Changtian, you did a good job, go back to the government office, and leave this to my uncle for the time being."

After the words fell,

"Om-"

A loud sword sound resounded throughout the Zhenxi City.

The cold sword blade cut three ink-splashing sword marks in the air, and slashed at the three seriously injured alien saints at the same time.

Feng Jiuxuan, he was going to clear the field.

For the saints, although these three saints were very weak, they were indeed fatal to the other military systems in the city.

The ink-splashing sword marks cut through the void, but there was no sound of slashing into the flesh, but three explosions were heard.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The slashing was blocked by the two saints of the sect and the White Emperor.

Looking at the White Emperor who suddenly disappeared from the air and suddenly appeared at the bottom of the pit, Feng Jiuxuan frowned unconsciously.

Such a fast speed

However, the tentative attack was blocked, which was also within Feng Jiuxuan's expectations. The other three saints would not allow him to kill these three alien saints so easily. The only one who was beyond his expectations was the Saintess of the Jiantian Pavilion.

Feng Jiuxuan's eyes fell on Tianye.

Although there were three slashes just now, the target was only the young man with an unknown aura, because he judged that the saint would stop the master of Jiantian Pavilion, but the other party chose to stand by and watch.

Tianye felt this sight, shrugged with a smile, and explained:

"Don't look at me like that, under normal circumstances, I am neutral and just watch the show."

Feng Jiuxuan frowned, with a questioning look in his eyes:

"Neutral and watch the show?"

Tianye crossed his arms, tilted his head and nodded his cheek, squinted and smiled:

"Yes, but you'd better put away your killing intentions now. If I'm in a bad mood, I may turn against you at any time, Xu Yuan's uncle~"

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