Chapter 504 Di Lishi

Li Xijun waited for two months, and the slender-eyed monk landed in front of the peak. Because of the new formation, he could not enter the mountain gate, so he could only wait silently.

Seeing Li Xijun coming up in white clothes, Kong Heng looked calm, put his hands together, and said softly:

"I heard that my Taoist friend's success in building the foundation was due to good rewards. I'm very happy and congratulated."

Back then, Li Xijun let him go and gave him the chance to make a breakthrough. Kong Heng was truly grateful. After saying a few words of congratulations, he saw Li Xijun and said:

"The master is joking, what kind of retribution can I get if I hold on to Qing Du's affairs... My family doesn't believe in these retributions... If this is really the case, just sit back and wait for retribution. Why are you still holding on to it?"

"The young monk is rude,"

Kong Heng announced the release signal and landed on the mountain. He looked around, looking a little strange. Li Xijun took him all the way in the mountain and said softly:

"Let the mage come back this time, take the trouble to take action, and clear out Shanyue together."

He had already figured it out and said:

"It's up to you, Xi Ming and me to kill two people and one demon."

Li Xijun pointed at Bei Shanyue and said softly:

"Jiao Zhongzi disappeared, leaving behind an early foundation-builder of Shanyue, named Mu Mili. I heard that this person was loyal to Jiao Zhongzi, and guarded Beishanyue together with his foundation-builder mount."

He drew a circle in that area with an ink pen and explained:

"If this person is as described in the description, I'm afraid there will be no room for maneuver. We should simply remove him and eliminate the root cause."

He pointed to the remaining south and whispered:

"There is also Yihuo Luo evil, who is in the middle stage of foundation building. If he can be persuaded to surrender, he will be persuaded to surrender. If he cannot be persuaded to surrender, he will be surrounded and killed!"

The Li family's current background can really support him to say this. If it had been twenty or thirty years ago, it would have been treated as a joke, but it was said at this time that it was resounding.

After Li Xijun said this, Kong Heng slowly closed his eyes and replied:

"It's time to commit murder!"

Li Xijun led him into the palace, put down the map, and consoled him:

"These Shanyue Wushan origins are not good people. They will not be clean after killing them several times. The mage is overly worried."

Kong Heng only looked at the densely packed village names and clan names on the map and replied:

"The young monk knows...it's just that the noble soldiers and horses are going all the way. I don't know how many heads will fall. The blood will stain the northern mountains and rivers. I'm afraid it's an unsightly number."

Li Xijun suddenly frowned and was speechless. It was absolutely impossible for the aristocratic landowners everywhere in Beishan to tolerate the connivance of the Li family. Even if they were not killed cleanly, it would hinder the subsequent governance. How could they not kill people? All I can say is:

"My family will not hinder the people. After killing the pigs and dogs, we will have a better life down there!"

After all, Kong Heng is an ancient cultivator, so he can only agree if he doesn’t agree with it. Li Xijun then said:

"Waiting for the mage to come over this time, I do have something to ask."

He observed Kong Heng's expression all morning and said softly:

"This Beishan Yue is different from Dong Shan Yue. It is the ancestral land of Shan Yue. There are many evil temples hidden in the mountains. The people there are very vicious. Jianixi has a lot of troubles in his time. I'm afraid it's not a matter of killing them all."

"The Master is the one who can inspire his heart the most in the world. I wonder if there is any way?"

Li Xijun looked at the matter from a perspective. The noble landowners of Beishanyue were just a matter of killing them and sending people there.

But the more Beishan gets to the ancestral land of the mountain, the shamanic temples are deeply rooted in the people's hearts, and they often kill people for sacrifice. There are more than 100,000 shamans scattered all over the place, and 99% of them are mortals. After thinking about it, Li Xijun is afraid that he can rely on Kong Heng to solve the matter. is the most convenient.

He told what happened before and after, and the shame on Kong Heng's face became even heavier, and he replied:

"Using magical powers, Taoist secrets, sounds, colors, and fruits to attract people to follow you... is an evil way, and I, Liaohe, can't do it! Kong Heng is so ashamed!"

Obviously, asking him to take action to make people of these cults deviate from their faith violated Kong Heng's precepts. He politely refused again. Li Xijun got this answer without much surprise. He could only sigh:

"Then just kill him!"

"ah!"

Kong Heng was stunned for a moment, then quickly came to his senses and said with a wry smile:

"Xi Jun, don't try to deceive me. I have been practicing in the nobility for many years and I still know everything."

Li Xijun laughed and comforted:

"Since the decline of Liaohe Dao System, these rules have contributed a lot. How can it survive with such rigidity?"

Kong Heng closed his eyes and replied:

"The Seven Paths of Northern Buddhism were almost the same as ours at Liaohe. It only had a small opening, and gradually it became what it is today...My Dao does not seek to survive, but only seeks true enlightenment."

Li Xijun sighed:

"If this is the case, where does this leave the millions of people in the north?"

Kong Heng was speechless immediately, and sweat appeared on his forehead. Li Xijun was afraid that he would turn around and enter the Seven Paths, so he said no more and said with a smile:

"Then the mage just needs to follow me to remove these foundations."

Li Xijun smiled, gently placed the brush in his hand on the case, and replied:

"Leave matters at the foot of the mountain to my Qilin'er."

…

Da Jueting.

The territory of Vela Ya is vast. Although there are many hills, it still has the plains around Dajueting. In recent years, it has been handed over to the Li family, and its population has gradually increased, with about 50,000 people.

Now that Baroya has left with Li Xuanfeng, this place has completely fallen into the hands of the Li family, and along with it, a group of Shanyue monks have either left or thrown themselves into the Li family's wall.

On the road of Dajueting, soldiers and horses galloped forward in a mighty manner. In the middle was a black carriage with Dharma light flowing above it.

Black flags were fluttering in the air, and the wheels of the carriage rolled across a long trace on the muddy ground. Chen Yang looked at the light gradually falling from the top of the mountain, opened the curtain, and whispered:

"Your Majesty, Da Jueting has arrived."

The young man in the car was wearing a cloak, his long boots stepped on the cooling stove, and he read the book in his hand carefully. Chen Yang lowered his eyebrows honestly and did not look at the contents of the book.

The fifth level of the Jade Capital Wheel is a major hurdle in the fetal breathing. He has barely touched the edge of the Jade Capital Wheel in the past two years. Li Zhouwei has now caught up with him in cultivation.

When they met that year, they had a fight, which could be said to be a hasty attack. Li Zhouwei relied on the advantage of weapons to subdue him. Now his halberd skills are superb, far superior to his half-baked swordsmanship. After daily competitions and training, he is no longer an opponent, and dare not act rashly.

Li Zhouwei listened to him, put away the book in his hand, and looked carefully in front of the car. The towering ancient city had appeared in front of him.

The city gate was full of mottled traces of time and had been opened wide. On both sides of the road, there were densely packed Shanyue nobles kneeling, all with their heads down. Many of them learned to roll up their hair like the Dong people and kneeled down to whisper.

He stood silently for a moment, and then gave the order:

"Enter the city."

After Li Zhouwei finished speaking, the carriage did not stop in front of the Shanyue nobles who were kneeling to greet him, but instead galloped past and drove into the city in one breath, splashing high mud and water, causing everyone to flee.

Without Li Zhouwei saying anything, a group of clan soldiers also stepped in coldly and blocked both sides of the road.

Chen Yang stood in front of the carriage, looking at the black masses of heads bowing on the ground, and felt a sense of relief in his heart, but now he was one with Li Zhouwei, and his cunning nature reappeared, reminding him:

"The prince wants to recruit soldiers here, and there is only less than a month... I am afraid he will have to rely on these people, and he can win over one or two."

Chen Yang's words made sense. These people were the blood of those subordinates in the era of Bala Ya, and they controlled power and popularity here. They had exploited the people for decades and had their own tribes. Of course, the Li family's power did not need to be taboo against them, but if they helped, it would be much easier to integrate.

After all, Li Chengliao did not provide any spiritual objects or food support this time - Dajue Ting is already his own territory, and raising an army here requires his family to help, which is undoubtedly a manifestation of incompetence.

He just finished speaking, and heard the rustling sound of Li Zhouwei lifting the curtain behind him, and then heard the prince say:

"They are all dying people, don't pay attention to them."

Chen Yang raised his eyebrows slightly, and understood in his mind, and smiled:

"I understand."

Li Zhouwei stepped out of the carriage, quietly looking at the big city in front of him, and arrived at the gorgeous but old main hall in the city. He walked in and stopped next to the tall throne.

He stepped on the throne twice with his brocade boots, took a casual look, and turned back to say:

"There are twenty-one clans in the city, none of them are innocent, kill them all, distribute the property to the tribes, and recruit a group of people first."

Chen Yang nodded, but Li Zhouwei stared at him for a while, thinking:

"Father said that this man is cunning and brave, but he has no sense of submission. I am afraid it will be difficult to share the benefits and suppress him. If he is allowed to go alone, he may be resentful and start a rebellion."

He was worried about this man, so he took the long spear from the car, put on armor, shook the robe behind him, got on the horse, frowned and said:

"You follow me."

Chen Yang followed him on horseback, and Li Zhouwei took out the list and picked a clan with more tribes but in decline. He rode a spirit horse and said loudly:

"Go to the Dili clan!"

The ground in the city was bumpy, but he stroked the spirit horse under his crotch and it was as if he was walking on flat ground, and he quickly jumped out of the city.

In just half a cup of tea, he found a large camp near the city. He saw people coming in and out from a distance, so he stopped his horse and waited until a group of guards caught up. Then he pulled the reins and looked at the camp from a distance.

‘Barbarians need barbarians to control them. They need many confidants and a large number of people, but the lowly and poor people are used as weapons. ’

…

Di Li’s camp.

Di Li Youjie was panicked all night. He hurriedly circled in front of the camp early in the morning. The bow and arrows and animal bones on his waist jingled, and he was very flustered.

His Di Li clan had been working here for many years. There were many people and soldiers, but too few wizards. They were considered to be of inferior species and could only set up a camp outside the city and send people to Fu Dai Mu for food every day.

Later, this place fell into the hands of Wei Luoya. After a few years of messing around, Di Li missed the opportunity and was still of inferior species. When it was handed over to the Li family, life was much better.

There was no other reason. The Li family didn't manage Dajue Ting much in the past, because most of Wei Luoya's subordinates settled here, and the Li family couldn't intervene. They only sent people to inquire about the distribution of spiritual fields. It was more like a restraint than a rule.

But when he woke up today, he heard that the Li family's troops had entered the city, but Di Liyoujie was not qualified to go to see him. Apart from being anxious in the village, he was really helpless.

"Dong Dong Dong..."

The big man with long hair was thinking absentmindedly, and suddenly heard a roar. Di Liyoujie was a man who could hold a strong bow and ride a fierce horse among the Shanyue people. How could he not hear this sound? He was just slightly startled and said in horror:

"Cavalry?"

He looked up suddenly, and then took off a horn from his waist. There was a loud noise, and a black shadow flew over the gate of the village more than ten feet high, blocking the scorching sun in the sky and casting a twisting shadow.

Dili Youjie only saw a long halberd flashing through the air, and the black and gray armor made a ferocious metallic sound, flashing the luster of fine iron that Shanyue could not create for several generations.

"Huh...hiss..."

The horse's hooves landed, and the sand and dust splashed high on the ground. The panting and neighing of the spirit horse were mixed together. The Dili family members in the courtyard were all stunned. Dili Youjie couldn't help but take a step back, and his resolute face lost color.

"Clang!"

The long halberd was stationed on the ground, revealing a few cold lights in the smoke and dust. Before he could see the man clearly, he heard a sound of metal colliding, the gate of the village was torn to pieces, and the Dong people wearing iron armor entered in an orderly manner.

The several clans who wanted to resist were like weak lambs in front of these people, and were subdued in two moves. Di Li Youjie saw at a glance that these were Li's soldiers and horses, and he dared not resist, and could only wait with his fists clenched.

"Um..."

Di Li Youjie was pressed to the ground by several jade-armored men with a plop. Amid the clanging sound, a piece of cold blade was already stuck on his neck, and the cold light was fierce. He was held in the middle by more than ten iron spears and could not move.

However, in an instant, the entire Di Li clan was controlled. Di Li Youjie knelt on the ground, not daring to move, with his hair disheveled, and felt cold all over his body.

The sun was blazing, and there was a golden light in front of him. Sweat beads the size of soybeans kept dripping on the ground. Di Li Youjie slowly adjusted his posture, raised his head, and saw a pair of narrow eyes with a faint golden light.

The young man glanced at him casually, and then looked around, as if he was estimating the number of men among them. Then he raised the cloth in his hand and read:

"Di Li... Youjie?"

He heard the voice was calm and bright. Di Li Youjie was one of the most talented hunters among the ten-mile clans, and he was also a young clan leader that all the families feared. However, he did not dare to look at him, and said hoarsely:

"I have seen the immortal clan... the immortal clan master."

The man was sweating profusely, and was forced to lower his head by this look. The cold blade was against his throat, and he did not dare to move. Then he saw a spirit behind him turn over and come down, with a cold look, and circled around him.

The man had long eyebrows and dark grey eyes. He looked at him as if he were looking at an animal and whispered:

"Your Highness... Is this man useful?"

The young man on the horse did not answer him, but laughed and asked:

"Di Li Youjie, the letter said that you are young and promising, and will give you a huge fortune, you must take it!"

Di Li Youjie has always been very capable since he was a child, but his mind has never been so clear. He understood everything in front of him clearly in a flash. The man trembled and said:

"Thank you, Prince!"

He finally mustered up the courage to look at those eyes, which seemed to be a pair of eyes born to play with people's hearts. Dark gold flowed, making his legs cold.

Di Li Youjie listened to the young man pulling the reins, the iron hooves stepped on the ground, and the prince used a whip to separate the cold blade on his neck, and said playfully:

"Go and take your Di Li family members, go into the city and kill people!"