"Mr. Marquis, the Shu army has all withdrawn."

Standing on the city gate of Wancheng and looking at the smoke and scenery outside the city, Cai Tong breathed a sigh of relief. It has been more than ten years, and since Cai Tong took control of Jingzhou, he has dreamed of obtaining this Wancheng.

First, because of Jin Xiu and then Huan Wu, it hindered Cai Tong's pace. But now it is different. The entire Nanyang County, except Rang County, is already in the hands of Cai Tong.

After some bargaining, Cai Tong finally got 50,000 shi of food and grass from Yang Xian. On the condition, Cai Tong promised to use Rang County as the garrison of the Shu army and allowed the Shu army to mobilize ships from the waterway near Xiangcheng, Jingzhou.

"Yes! Yang Xian is leaving, but Huan Wu is here."

The enemy is approaching, but Cai Tong's voice is not very nervous.

Nanyang has only one county, but it has a population of one million, which is a major county in the world. In order to protect himself, Duan Xiao continued to strengthen the city defense. Later, Jin Xiu and even Huan Wu continued Duan Xiao's policies.

Having Wancheng would give the Chu army a foothold in Nanyang. Even Huan Wu came with 200,000 troops, and Cai Tong thought he would have the power to fight.

What's more, Huan Wu can't mobilize so many troops now.

Because of Huan Zhong's defeat and Jin Xin's surrender, Huan Wu was defeated in Nanyang. The 130,000 army, 30,000 were killed by the Chu army. The remaining half was in Yang Xian's hands, and a small half became his captives of Cai Tong. Now the Liang army next to Huan Zhong has only about 20,000, and the number is still decreasing.

It is not an exaggeration to describe the Liang army in Nanyang as annihilated. After this great defeat, Huan Wu, who owns the seven states, was not uncomfortable.

"Let Wenqing lead the army and chase Huan Zhong, and let him bring Huan Zhong's head back to me."

Cai Tong's face became sinister and murderous aura was flowing in his eyes. Cai Tong showed no mercy to his old opponent. Yang Xian let Huan Zhong go, but he didn't have any good ideas.

Yang Xian wanted Huan Zhong to restrain Cai Tong as long as possible, so as to save the Chu army from having the extra energy to cause trouble for the Shu army. After all, it would be impossible for Yang Xian to transport tens of thousands of Black Army families and Wancheng's supplies to Yizhou without a month.

But for Cai Tong, Huan Zhong was also a trouble that had to be eliminated. Huan Zhong had been in Wancheng for a long time and had a strong appeal. If he was alive, it would be a huge threat to the Chu army.

The guards who were sent to the death quickly walked down, and Cai Tong was the only one left in the city. He walked around the city, touching the old wall bricks and wood, and there was a slight tremor in his voice.

"Wancheng, it's mine finally."

Jiuyu Mountain, Shenxiao School.

The clouds are misty, the cranes sing in the sky, the jade flowers and plants are fragrant and fragrant.

A woman in green walked through the flower path and entered the small house in the forest.

Luo Jing, the head of the Shenxiao Sect, lived in the Youyuan Courtyard for a long time, and all the affairs in the sect were handed over to his disciple Lin Suqing and several elders in the sect.

Lin Suqing is over 40 years old this year, but her appearance is like a girl. She is elegant and simple, and she is beyond the dust. She pushed open the door of the house, and Luo Jing in the house was sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed.

The cigarette curled up and the hair was white. Luo Jing, wearing Taoist clothes, slowly opened his eyes and looked at his most proud disciple.

"How is the battle at the foot of the mountain?"

"Reported to the head of the sect, the Liang army was completely defeated. After Yang Xian occupied Wancheng, he gave it to Cai Tong, and he led his army to retreat to Rang County. Now Huan Zhong leads the defeated generals of the remnants, and has no way to heaven and no way to the ground, and is being chased by the Chu army."

Luo Jing smiled slightly and said, "This Yang Xian is very interesting."

"I heard that Yang Xian had arrived in Liangzhou and the affairs of the Moji Sect had a lot to do with him."

The Shenxiao Sect is a giant in the art lineage, and the Demon Ji Sect is now. But the concepts and other aspects of the two are completely opposite.

For the sake of the Daotong struggle, there are no longer many verbal battles between the Shenxiao Sect and the Moji Sect.

"The reason why the Moji Sect can become a giant in Liangzhou today has a deep relationship with the hundreds of years of efforts of its ancestors. But without Meng Xuan, it would not be so easy for the Moji Sect to become a giant today."

Luo Jing sighed without feeling like he was talking about this.

"You two of you worshipped me in the Shenxiao Sect one after another. Both you and Meng Xuan were all disciples I valued. Unfortunately, if it weren't for Zhong Buqi, that wouldn't have been like this."

When talking about Zhong Buqi, Lin Suqing's eyes became a little dim. Now the name of the Lingxiao Sword Lord has become a taboo in this Shenxiao Sect.

No one dared to mention this name in front of Lin Suqing, and only Luo Jing said a few words when he remembered the past.

"Meng Xuan, a sinister, is the descendant of the art lineage, but he insists on learning the sword energy of the mountain lineage. It's fine, but he doesn't learn well, and even rebels from his master and goes to the Demonic Sect."

Luo Jing said this, there was deep regret and unwillingness in his tone. Meng Xuan was originally the disciple Luo Jing valued the most, but unfortunately he was too arrogant when he was young and was proud of his talent. He wanted to gain insight into the strengths of hundreds of schools. Luo Jing originally wanted to sharpen his character, so he asked Meng Xuan to go to his friend Yu Xiuyuan to make a name for three years to practice sword energy.

But this is also the most regrettable decision Luo Jing made in his life.

The past is unbearable to look back on. Looking at the lonely appearance of the disciple in front of him, Luo Jing sighed softly.

"Su Qing, please continue. Huan Wu's troops will pick up Huan Zhong's remaining soldiers. A gap will be created from the boundary of our sect and let them pass."

Jiuyu Mountain is separated by Nanyang County and Yuzhou. At this moment, the important road leading from Nanyang to the Central Plains has been cut off by Cai Tong. If Huan Zhong wants to withdraw his troops with 20,000 Liang troops, he has to force his way through Jiuyu Mountain.

Lin Suqing was a little confused and asked, "Master, my monks never interfere with the disputes between princes. Why do you want to make an exception?"

"Because Kanwu offered a price that I couldn't refuse."

Luo Jing smiled slightly and explained in a tone that was not like a monk should use.

"Price code?"

Luo Jing took out a square seal from his wide sleeves, with a giant dark purple crystal on it.

"Fan Tian Seal?"

Lin Su exclaimed lightly, but she didn't expect that this magic weapon was actually in Huan Wu's hands.

"There are very few weapon refiners who can make Fantian Seals now. Huan Wu has one in his hand, which really surprised me. People all say that we monks should have no desires and no desires, but in fact they are just misunderstandings. Su Qing, Huan Zhong immediately closed the mountain gate after leading his army. I want to refine this Fantian Seal with your uncles to improve the formation of this sect. Perhaps in this moment, my Shenxiao Sect can compete for a while."

“Yes, Master!”
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