Great Blue Night Watchman

In the next ten days, the Western Expedition was fought in a different style.

The military formation of the Nine Palaces was activated.

All battles were won at the first opportunity.

The twenty-first army of the Western Expedition advanced a thousand miles in one day.

Confucian temples were built one after another.

The night watchman envoy Chang Shiba also became famous and famous.

His building of a hundred Confucian temples in one day was indeed a legendary existence. When he built the Confucian temples, a poem handed down from generation to generation, "Huanxisha", turned into drizzle and merged into the holy light of the Confucian temples, magnifying the killing power of the Confucian temples by ten times and a hundred times, and cleaning the demons in every hidden corner was a god-like method.

With the construction of three hundred Confucian temples within ten days, with the rooting out of the demons within the ten thousand miles of territory, the iron-blooded means of the temple made the demons in the remaining nine thousand miles of the demon domain truly feel the end of the world for the first time.

Along with the rapid progress on the battlefield, different battlefield afterglows were left behind by each army.

There is one army that leaves a different afterglow of the battlefield behind it, that is the Da Cang Army.

Wherever the Da Cang Army goes, the demon army is annihilated, and the people are all comforted. If you are injured, the female soldiers of Baihua Valley and Cangshan Navel will treat your injuries; if you have been ill for many years, the remaining pain will be wiped out; if you have nothing to eat, the army will give up the military rations to keep you alive.

No army has ever been like them, truly working hard for the livelihood of the people.

The local people were stunned, cried, and knelt down...

Piece by piece, city by city...

What is even more unimaginable is that the Da Cang Army specially drew a special force from the army to distribute the land under their feet to the local people, and distributed houses and various resources to the people. Ten days later, the people behind them were no longer the dead souls after the war, but were transformed into happy people with fields, land and property...

A song accompanied by the tears of the people flew on this land, which is probably the most true portrayal of these people at this moment:

"The spring water in the frontier is clear and pure, the songs in the frontier warm the heart, warm the heart, the clear spring water flows endlessly, and the praises sing the relatives, sing the relatives, the Da Cang Army, the army and the people have a deep affection..."

This song is sung in various cities, in brothels and restaurants, in poor mountains and bad waters, and in the lively farms where land is distributed to households...

It is an extremely beautiful song, a contrast that touches people's hearts, and the singers cry while singing.

The listener smiled with tears in his eyes.

On a mountain peak, Princess Xingyue quietly listened to the beautiful song coming from the valley on the left, and quietly watched the busy scene of land distribution in the plain below the valley.

She was intoxicated by this beautiful song, but was also shocked by the scene in front of her that obviously did not belong to the battlefield...

"Your Highness, this song is so beautiful. I have never heard of it in my travels around the world. I wonder who created it?" Wei Yu exhaled softly.

Princess Xingyue said: "You probably haven't reached the northern border of Da Cang in your travels around the world. This song is well-known in the northern border."

"He created it?" Wei Yu's eyes lit up.

"Of course it was him! When he led his troops north to the Jin Dynasty, he sang this divine song. From then on, the song spread throughout the northern border. From the King of Jin and the King of the North to the farmers, everyone knew it."

"Such a wonderful song must have been created by him. Who else in the world could do it except him?" Wei Yu sighed, "Every syllable and every turn is so amazing and breathtaking."

Xing Yue smiled gently, "You only heard the wonderful melody of this song? Haven't you heard a saying - his song is not a song, but a way?"

"Not a song but a way?" Wei Yu didn't understand.

Princess Xingyue said: "Singing praises to relatives, singing to relatives, the Da Cang Army, the soldiers and the people have a deep bond... He is using this song to win the hearts of the people outside the pass. Look at these slaves listening to the song, look at the tears in their eyes, every tear contains a sense of recognition, every melody makes the people in the demon-occupied area have a deeper bond with the Da Cang Army. In this case, if the Da Cang Army wants to recruit soldiers, all the people can be soldiers. If the Da Cang Army wants supplies, the people will not blink an eye to demolish their houses to fill their ancestral graves... The 21st Da Cang Army in the Western Expedition The army went deep into the demonic domain to fight, and there was smoke everywhere. Only the Da Cang Army did not suffer the troubles of entering a foreign land alone. They were surrounded by the elders and fellow villagers who were closely connected with them. "

Wei Yu's heart skipped a beat: "Your Highness is right! Why don't we do the same as them, record this song, find someone who is good at music to sing it, and let it spread behind us. Oh, by the way, change the "Da Cang Army" in the lyrics to "Nanyang Army". "

She became more and more excited as she spoke, and she almost wanted to do it immediately.

But Xingyue shook her head gently: "It's easy for this song to spread, but it also needs a soil for spreading. It can spread in the area occupied by the Da Cang Army, not only because of the beauty of the melody and the beauty of the lyrics, but also because the Da Cang Army has really worked hard for the people and let the people really recognize it. What exactly did they do? We need to know more... Li Yue!"

"Here!" A red-clothed figure stepped forward in front, and it was Xingyue's personal guard, Li Yue.

"Go, find out how the Da Cang Army governs the occupied areas. You must find out everything."

"Yes!"

Li Yue activated the communication token in her hand and spent an hour contacting dozens of secret agents.

The results were summarized and placed in front of Xingyue.

Princess Xingyue's eyes flashed with light: "Wherever the army goes, Qiu will not invade, heal the people's wounds, relieve the people's difficulties, and more importantly: divide the fields to each household! Divide the fields to each household... How could he think of this? A perfect trick?"

"Your Highness, distribute land to each household, agrarian revolution...this is really a strange move." Wei Yu said.

Princess Xingyue nodded lightly: "Yes, I have also benefited from the sudden change in the royal family. I have traveled among the people a lot. I know how obsessed the people are with the land. With the land, there will be roots. With roots, there will be roots." There is hope, and once there is hope, they don’t want anyone to break this hope. From now on, they will fight to defend their homeland. They are like crystal seeds, scattered on this land and mountains... Light rain! "

"exist!"

Princess Xingyue said: "Establish a special detachment to comprehensively manage our occupied areas according to the model of the Da Cang Army. Whether it is based on military discipline or people's livelihood, we will follow his footsteps this time!"

"yes!"

In the ancestral land of military strategists, on the bank of Xian Lake, there is a boat, which is shaped like an arrow.

This is probably the characteristic of military strategists.

The lake is in the shape of a half-moon, and a long embankment outlines a wonderful arc, like an open bowstring.

The boat that shuttles in the lake is as long and slender as an arrow.

The lake is a string and the boat is an arrow.

This is called returning to true nature.

The ancestral home of the military strategist returned to his homeland, and it changed three times a day. The pavilions, pavilions, mountains and rivers changed like a miracle under the power of literature and Taoism. In just ten days, they were no longer what they were before.

Jiang Yun stayed with Lin Su for more than ten days.

Occasionally, I went to the ancestral pavilion and casually wiped out a few demonic armies in front of the array. Occasionally, I went into the ancestral land of the military family and entered the former military lake to experience the magic of military art.

For more time, the two of them went boating on the Xian Lake, sipping fragrant tea and savoring Jiang Yun's increasingly blooming amorous feelings. Lin Su showed their different colors in this cruel battle.

This is called taking a break from the busy schedule.

At present, it meets the conditions of taking a break from the busy schedule.

Because after the Nine Palaces Formation was established, the war in the formation was a sure win. On the Da Cang Army side, even without Lin Su present, they still swept away the Demon Army.

What's more, he accidentally appeared in front of the formation and had an insight into the overall battle situation, which was far more able to play his special role than if he were in the Da Cang Army.

No one knew that Lin Su had a restless mind. He looked at the sky and counted the time. He was preparing for the upcoming decisive battle.

This decisive battle has nothing to do with the demons outside the customs.

This decisive battle is the biggest decisive battle he has ever seen in this world.

Today is the ninth day of July!

The time is almost up!

"Mr. Sir, the Nine Palaces Formation has been rebuilt. The other saint may have noticed it. If the saint comes out in person, is it possible to destroy the foundation of the formation again?" Jiang Yun leaned next to Lin Su and asked a key question.

"Unlikely!" Lin Su said.

"Why are you so sure? You need to know that a thousand years ago, Mount Sumeru was destroyed because of the appearance of the Demon Saint from Moon Lake."

The Nine Palaces Formation itself is a holy-level method. Even if a quasi-sage-level person discovers the base of the formation and has insight into its location and mystery, there is no way to destroy this heaven and earth that combines the power of heaven and earth into one body and is based on the same furnace. Only a saint can break through the great formation.

Thousands of years ago, when the military strategist was robbed, the Demon Saint of Moon Lake took the opportunity to destroy Mount Sumeru, causing the Nine Palaces Formation to completely collapse. This forced the military strategist to abandon their ancestral land, flee back to the pass overnight, and use the Makino Villa to borrow their corpses to resurrect their souls.

The Demon Saint of Moon Lake is still here!

Once the Nine Palace Formation is activated, the demons inside the formation will be isolated from information, which will inevitably alarm the demons outside the formation. As soon as the Demon Saint comes out of the formation, he will immediately understand what happened, and he will definitely follow the previous process again.

Although it is said that the Nine Palaces Formation is destroyed, even if the saint appears in person, it is not that easy to destroy it.

However, he was able to succeed once a thousand years ago, and he can still succeed today.

Lin Sudao: "Today's situation is different from that of a thousand years ago! Thousands of years ago, the Bing Zun was robbed and the Bing Palace was destroyed. On the third level of the sky, there was no thought of a decisive battle with the Demon Saint outside the Pass. The Demon Saint and Demon Saint outside the Pass knew that they were destroying the Nine Palaces. The formation will not be targeted by the Third Heaven, and will even get help from the Third Heaven, so they dare to attack without restraint!"

Jiang Yun's mind calmed down...

She is from the military family, and she knows the past events...

Back then, the military strategist was a commander, and he swept through the demonic territory 80,000 miles outside the pass...

However, the situation in the third level of heaven changed drastically, troubles occurred among the saints, and the three thousand Confucian temples built by the human race were not actually destroyed by the demon saints, but the official painting sanctuaries of the third level of heaven!

Even the saints can do such bottomless things.

Can you still expect them to escort a large military formation?

The Saints of the Third Heaven even hope that this magical formation, which symbolizes the military authority, will be destroyed as soon as possible!

Therefore, the demon saints and demon saints outside the pass are doing so unscrupulously in destroying this formation!

Today the situation is very different.

In the third heaven, there is him and several more saints beside the ancestor. In this case, the demon saints and demon saints outside the pass are afraid.

They were worried that if they tried their best to destroy this strange formation of heaven and earth, they would be killed by the human saints.

They were also worried about sneak attacks from other demon saints and demon saints behind them.

The world of saints has always been turbulent and treacherous.

It cannot be taken away by common sense.

Why?

Because their strength is the pinnacle in this world, and their status is also the pinnacle. If the world is compared to a dynasty, they are the emperors.

The emperor's mental skills are not only applicable to dynasties, but sometimes also apply to saints.

Do you think that the Demon Saint and the Demon Saint, who are both Saints from a foreign land, are really so united?

If there is a chance to kill the other party, no one will show mercy!

Jiang Yun stood up gently: "So... what about the third heaven? Will history repeat itself?"

She didn't make her words clear, but the meaning was naturally clear to Lin Su.

Eight hundred years ago, during the Western Expedition, the human race originally conquered 80,000 miles of territory and built 3,000 Confucian temples. The Painting Saint, a bastard, disguised himself as a Demon Saint and transformed into a demon eagle, destroying the Confucian temples of the human race with his own hands, thus leading to the Western Expedition. The pace stopped there.

Today's Western Expedition is going smoothly.

It is almost exactly the same as the Western Expedition eight hundred years ago.

So, will history repeat itself?

Among the saints in the third level of heaven, will someone jump out, disguised as a demon saint, and deal a fatal blow to the Western Expedition Legion?

This is true military thinking!

Lin Su suddenly raised his head...

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yun also looked up in surprise, but she didn't see anything.

"Daughter-in-law, I have to go!" Lin Su said.

"Go back to the Cangshan Army?" Jiang Yun said, "I'll go with you!"

"No need!" Lin Su hugged her shoulders: "You have worked hard eight times a night these past few days. My husband is very distressed, so I will give you a holiday."

Jiang Yun's face turned red, and he raised his face and said, "I think I can last a few more nights..."

How many more nights are there?

Wife, your amorous feelings are starting to show outside...

Lin Su was a little speechless...

Jiang Yun chuckled: "Don't lie to me. You clearly heard the summons of a certain little wife. I won't interfere with your business. You just go..."

"Daughter-in-law, you are so reasonable. I love you to death! Next time we meet, I will hurt you to death..." Lin Su lowered his lips, followed her, and Dayan disappeared with one step.

Jiang Yun slowly opened his eyes and looked around...

Who on earth is it?

An Ye or the nine-tailed fox?

Being able to avoid her detection is quite extraordinary...

Who is she?

She was originally a cultivator who had broken into the Origin Heaven. At the same time, after the military strategist re-erected the Holy Family sign, she enjoyed the configuration of the Holy Family Wenxin. She was also the first batch of people to accept Wenxin. She is now a curiosity in the world. , cultivate both literature and Taoism! Moreover, they are all equipped with high-end equipment, and their strength is no longer at the same level as when they followed Lin Su out of the customs that day.

Yes, ordinary people are no longer worth mentioning in front of Jiang Yun, but the one who came to summon Lin Su today is obviously an exception.

who is she?

Above the clouds, black and white intertwined, reflecting someone's face as beautifully as a dream.

Ming Tianyan.

Ming Tianyan smiled softly: "Sorry, it affected you and hurt her to death."

"It doesn't matter, I will hurt you to death, and it will be the same!" Lin Su said.

Ming Tianyan said: "I finally know where your strongest point is. It is that you can switch between several women so easily and naturally. You can pass through thousands of flowers without a leaf touching you. In the world, except for Lin Lang, there are still Who?... Promise to love me and give me a flower!"

Lin Su gently raised his hand, and handed over a small literary flower. As soon as it touched Ming Tianyan's fingertips, there was a soft buzzing sound, and it turned into the holy light of literary circles around them.

Literary blockade.

The relaxed look on Ming Tianyan's face disappeared instantly: "In three days, it will be July 15th. Are you ready?"

Lin Sudao: "I have not been idle these past ten days."

"Oh?" Ming Tianyan squinted: "Don't you have some new trump card?"

Lin Su laughed: "I once said something to a beautiful woman, you are studying the enemy, and the enemy is also studying you. Don't bet that the enemy will not know your trump card. What you have to do is to refresh yourself from time to time. The trump card is to let the enemy know who you were in the past, but they are at a loss in front of you today!"

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July 15th!

Beyond Tianle City!

There is an unnamed mountain with a majestic shape, and clouds and mist that never disappear all year round. Based on the majesty of this mountain, it would be a good place for sages to hide in the world.

However, this mountain is so desolate, not to mention inaccessible to humans and animals.

Because this mountain peak is the middle ground where the two forces compete.

The power of the temple cannot cover this mountain.

No force outside the sky dares to cover this mountain.

This mountain, which cannot be completely covered on both sides, but is somewhat radiant, is the "three no matter" in the secular sense, and it has become the meeting place for the saints of the third heaven and the saints of the outer heaven.

The location of this meeting is selective.

The saints from foreign lands have been carrying the yoke of Heaven for three thousand years and are not allowed to cross the three layers of defense built by eighteen cities. Once they cross, Heaven will kill them.

Therefore, the meeting location must not be chosen among the eighteen cities.

(Although it is said that there are ways to evade the law of heaven, which can allow saints from foreign lands to cross the line without being punished by heaven, but do saints from foreign lands dare to depend on the other party's morality and keeping their promises?)

At the same time, it is not suitable to go too deep into the sky.

After all, the foreign saints have been in business for three thousand years, who knows how many backhands they have laid down?

If you blindly step into the center of this group of saints, the saints of the third heaven will also bear huge risks.

Therefore, the two parties chose a place like this - there was no sign of any business, and it was not too far from the boundary of both parties. In case of any crisis, both parties would just lift their legs and go back to their respective homes.

This is the necessary defense formed by the confrontation between the two sides for three thousand years.

The time of Chen is approaching.

The wind and clouds are moving.

With a bang, a golden bridge appeared out of thin air. On the golden bridge, the Confucian Saint led the sixteen saints.

On the other side, there was also a golden bridge. On the holy light, thirty-six people appeared.

In the front, there were three people standing side by side. The one in the middle was as beautiful as a virgin. She had a phoenix feather in her hair and her hair was tied up high. On her left was a bald monk, and on her right was a child like a baby.

At first glance, it looked like a young mother taking her child out for an outing, praying for incense and worshipping Buddha.

But all the saints in the three heavens knew that these three people were the leaders of the thirty-six saints.

In the middle was the Phoenix Saint.

On the left was the Secret Saint.

On the right was the Infant Saint.

If the Phoenix Saint represented grandeur and splendor, the Secret Saint represented the glory of Buddhism, and the Infant Saint represented mystery.

"Meet the saints of the three heavens!" The Phoenix Saint bowed slightly.

"Greetings to all the saints from the outer world!" On the side of the Confucian Saint, all the saints bowed at the same time.

"How about taking a seat?" Feng Sheng said.

"Very good!" The Confucian Saint waved his hand gently, and the mountain suddenly changed its appearance.

On the barren mountain, the rocks turned into a high pavilion, rising out of thin air.

The square in front of him turned into a jade platform, majestic and magnificent.

Feng Sheng smiled gently: "The mountain is a pavilion, the stone is a platform, the road is open, it doesn't matter where you are, wonderful! This saint adds a little color to the Confucian Saint!"

The phoenix feather on her head flew up and turned into a colorful phoenix, flying around the high pavilion platform. The periphery was covered with green sycamores.

The whole mountain has completely changed its appearance.

If there were outsiders present, they would probably immediately think of the humble house inscription that Lin Su had written: Mountains are not high, but they are famous if there are immortals; water is not deep, but it is magical if there are dragons.

This unknown barren mountain, where all the saints gather, will surely be a holy place on earth in the future.

The chess master glanced at the outer sycamore trees, and a holy voice entered the ears of the military master: "Military Master, this is the true phoenix feather of the True Phoenix Saint, forming an encirclement on the outer periphery, but it carries some blockade meaning."

"No problem!" The military master's voice came back.

The chess master nodded lightly. That's right. The pavilion was built by the Confucian Saint, which also carries the meaning of blockade. The other party is not a fool, so naturally he will not fall into your blockade without his own blockade.

Only when both sides blockade, can there be a balance.

The following negotiations are normal negotiations.

He can see that the military master has experienced hundreds of battles, so he can see it more clearly.

Since the military master didn't take it seriously, it must be nothing.

In the huge pavilion, the two sides sat opposite each other. Although there were fifty-two people sitting in the pavilion, how could mortals imagine the means of the saints?

This pavilion seemed to be above the starry sky, and the surrounding fields were vast and boundless.

"Saints of the Three Heavens, you and I have been enemies for three thousand years, and our men are still fighting on the battlefield. It would be a good story in history if we sit down and talk now!" Feng Sheng said, "How about being frank?"

Ru Sheng nodded gently, "Feng Sheng has just said that the road is open, no matter where you are! You and I have been enemies for three thousand years, and the lives of the people have been suffering day by day. Saints of the Three Heavens have the holy way in their hearts and take benevolence as the foundation, so they intend to put down their butcher knives and live in peace from now on."

"Amitabha!" Secret Saint chanted a Buddhist name: "Saints of the Three Heavens have such benevolent thoughts, and this Saint is deeply gratified, but this Saint also knows that the Three Heavens have ruled the world with benevolence, and it did not start today. There has been no peace talks for three thousand years. The fundamental reason for today's peace talks is that the unintentional catastrophe is coming, and Saints of the Three Heavens cannot fight on two fronts, so they pretend to be benevolent and escape from difficulties."

His words were gentle and peaceful, but his words were also extremely sharp.

You, the saints of the Three Heavens, keep talking about benevolence, but where has your benevolence been demonstrated in the past three thousand years?

Do you only attach importance to the word benevolence today?

You are not valuing the holy way, but are forced by the situation.

This is called tearing off the other person's outer garment with one sentence.