I seized the Demon Emperor

The cow is a different species, as big as a hill, with a green body, red eyes, four hooves emitting fire, and walking in the air, dragging the ox cart across the plain.

However, the carriage looks very simple compared to the status of its owner.

However, Mr. Cheng and the old general saluted when they saw the ox cart.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you."

The blue cow with four hooves emitting fire stopped.

The ox cart was covered with gauze, and there were many figures inside, and purple light was faintly visible.

A "crackling" sound came from the car.

It sounded like someone was cracking pine nuts or something like that.

Along with the "crackling" sound, someone said, "No need to be polite."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Mr. Cheng and the old general said in unison.

The former moved his sore joints, while the latter took a step forward and bowed to the ox cart in front of him with a more solemn salute: "This old minister is guilty."

A voice came from the car, which seemed a little vague, as if someone was chewing something in his mouth.

"There are merits and faults, but the merits and faults cannot offset each other. Go back and accept the punishment."

The old general heard this and said respectfully: "I thank the Lord for his grace."

After that, he stood up, stood aside with his hands behind his back, and watched the oxcart start again and head towards the direction of Western Qin.

And the old general himself did not return to the border to command the troops again, but honestly returned to the Eastern Zhou Imperial City.

Mr. Cheng followed the oxcart with an oil-paper umbrella under his armpit, saying as he walked: "He attacked Western Qin without asking for permission and became an enemy of Tianhe. This naturally needs to be punished, but Marshal Hu is indeed a person who is dedicated to the public and has no selfish desires. He only wants to expand the territory for our Great Zhou. He also does not want to embarrass Your Majesty, and he has long been prepared to take responsibility."

"Don't rush to plead for him. I trust Lao Hu's character." There was a "crack" in the oxcart, as if a fruit shell was cracked open.

Mr. Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, the loophole of beheading first and reporting later cannot be opened lightly.

The so-called "generals are not subject to orders from the king when they are away from home" also depends on the specific situation.

The internal punishment of the old general by the Eastern Zhou Dynasty is inevitable, just as a reminder to other people in the family.

But for people outside the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, the man in the ox cart obviously did not intend to pay attention.

There has never been a lack of conflicts between the Eastern Zhou Dynasty and the Western Qin Dynasty, and the tension between them is no less than that between the Ancient God Religion and the Southern Chu Dynasty.

At present, a large area of ​​Western Qin has been incorporated into its own family. For the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, it is naturally a merit of opening up the territory by seizing the opportunity.

Mr. Cheng asked for instructions: "Then I will go to the Western Expedition Army..."

The "click-click" sound in the ox cart was endless, and the person in the car kept saying: "Just stop for now."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Mr. Cheng understood.

He returned alone to the mountain range at the junction of the Zhou and Qin borders.

The generals of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty who were still waiting here quietly were slightly relieved when they heard the decree.

Everyone, including the old general himself, was mentally prepared for the outcome of the old general surnamed Hu.

The only suspense was how his majesty would deal with the occupied territory after he came out of retreat.

In the Tianhe lineage, people often ran back and forth these days, trying to eliminate the smoke of war between Zhou and Qin.

Now that his majesty has issued an order, the attack on Western Qin will come to an end.

But there is no possibility of returning the territory that he had conquered with his own ability.

The next step is the stage of sorting out and digesting. For the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, this trip has already made a huge profit.

After Mr. Cheng arranged everything, he set off to catch up with the ox cart.

The ox cart went all the way to Zhengyang City.

The tacit acceptance of the results of the Eastern Zhou generals was based on the considerations of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.

But Zhengyang City also needs to help out and lend a hand to the old swordsman.

"Old Ying and the others must have seen Old Yun by now, right?" After Mr. Cheng caught up with the ox cart, he sat on the front shaft outside the cart and acted as a driver.

On the way here, before reaching the border of Western Qin, the elders of Tianhe had heard the news and rushed over to ask to see the empress who had come out of seclusion, but they were blocked by Mr. Cheng.

The other party had no choice but to leave, and he must have explained the situation to the old sword fairy.

The person in the car snorted.

Mr. Cheng was helpless: "Your Majesty, although I also believe that with Old Yun's mind and temperament, he will not be instigated by others, but we still have to do some face-saving work."

With a "click" sound, the person in the car threw up an almond and it fell into his mouth: "Except for Old Yun and a few people, the people of Tianhe are getting more and more verbose, and I am too lazy to listen to their nonsense."

Mr. Cheng smiled bitterly.

As long as they are human, they may have their own thoughts.

Generally speaking, most people in Tianhe act decently.

But they are also old-fashioned and stubborn.

Over the past hundred years, the Tianhe lineage has supported the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.

The old swordsman himself was just caring for his old friends, and the people in Tianhe did not regard themselves as saviors.

But some people in Tianhe have more or less formed a sense of supervisory awareness, and they are dissatisfied with some of the actions of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty and often want to correct them.

"Your Majesty, although many suggestions from people in Tianhe are unrealistic, no matter what, it is at least another voice. Listen to both sides and you will be wise." Mr. Cheng advised.

"Don't." The person in the car said without thinking.

"It's too tiring to be a wise king. It's more suitable for me to be a foolish king."

Mr. Cheng almost had the urge to roll his eyes: "Your Majesty, you are really too modest. You are still far from being a foolish king.

Of course, it would be better if you could be more diligent in your work."

"Eating, drinking and having fun are more suitable for me." The queen slowly cracked a pine nut and tasted the taste of the pine nut carefully.

Mr. Cheng finally rolled his eyes: "Excuse me, Your Majesty, you moved the national treasury three times to fill the inner treasury just for eating and drinking. If you really look at it from the standard of a tyrant, you are also quite unambitious..."

Before he finished speaking, he was hit on the back of his head by a pine nut shell thrown out of the car.

Mr. Cheng sighed deeply.

"Your Majesty, you are good in everything, but sometimes you are too childish."

The middle-aged driver looked at the huge blue bull in front of him with a depressed face.

Because he hated Qingniu Temple, he gave up the dragon chariot and rode the bullock cart since he was a child. He did not ride the dragon but the bullock. Only his Majesty could do such a childish behavior.

Even after he ascended the throne and became equal to the master of Qingniu Temple, he never changed this habit.

As a result, he could only drive the bullock cart as her driver...

If there must be any progress, it is that the blue bull used to drive the cart has been upgraded from ordinary species to rare and exotic species.

"It's good to be a baby." The man in the car started to crack nuts again.

Mr. Cheng was helpless again.

He was about to say something, but suddenly closed his mouth, his expression became calm and steady again, and he turned his head to look into the distance.

"Your Majesty, it looks like someone from Qingniu Temple and Nanchu." Mr. Cheng said.

"Not like, it's exactly like." The man in the car said casually: "Hurry up, we still have to go to Zhengyang City."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Mr. Cheng held an oil-paper umbrella under his arm, jumped off the oxcart, and floated away in the wind and rain.

Ahead, a war was breaking out in the mountains and rivers of Xiqin.

Half of the sky was filled with purple air, and the huge Tai Chi diagram formed by the intersection of Yin and Yang fish seemed to replace the sun in the sky.

In the other half of the sky, there was a blazing sea of ​​pure gold fire, golden and boundless.

There was a golden dragon light and shadow, rising and falling in it.

On the purple side, there was an old Taoist priest.

In this battle of West Qin, the master of Qingniu Temple has never appeared. Qingniu Temple is currently under the control of this Taoist elder.

On the other side, in the sea of ​​golden light and fire, there is an old man whose hair and beard seem to have turned golden. He is dressed in royal and luxurious clothes and has extraordinary momentum.

As King Yuyang, who is two generations older than the current King of Chu, he is also one of the top masters in South Chu. He usually cultivates in seclusion most of the time, and only comes out to fight for South Chu in such a big war.

Both sides show their strengths in Taiqing Sutra and Brilliant Spectrum, and fight the earth upside down on the land of West Qin, but they are all for occupying this territory.

They are the battlefield at the center, and no one dares to approach.

On the periphery of the battlefield, there are more Qingniu Temple masters and South Chu masters, fighting.

However, from the center to the periphery, everyone suddenly slowed down their movements.

While being alert to the enemy on the opposite side, everyone looked into the distance vigilantly.

Dark clouds suddenly covered the sky and kept moving towards them.

As the dark clouds approached, continuous drizzle fell, washing the world.

The golden flames, the fire was low.

The vast purple air dissipated and retreated.

The sky and the earth were completely covered by the rain.

A figure with an oil-paper umbrella under his armpit appeared between the old Taoist priest and the King of Yuyang of Nanchu.

The pressure of both sides' moves fell on him alone, but it soon disappeared.

Mr. Cheng bent down and pounded his aching joints.

"You two are old and strong, and Cheng's rusty arms and legs are really a bit too much to bear."

The middle-aged man said this with a relaxed look.

In contrast, his two opponents had more solemn expressions than before.

"Rain Master, Uncle Cheng is here..." The two said in unison, and their faces seemed to be more gloomy than the rain clouds in the sky.

Cheng Shuzhi smiled kindly: "The emperor of this dynasty has come out of retreat to quell the war here. Please stop and disperse."

The old Taoist took a deep breath: "Your Majesty, have you arrived here? I wonder if I can see you?"

Cheng Shuzhi shook his head: "Please forgive me, Taoist priest, the emperor is not seeing guests at the moment, so he asked me to see you two, please withdraw from Xi Qin."

The old Taoist priest looked at Cheng Shuzhi: "Then will your Eastern Zhou also spit out the land of Western Qin that it has occupied?"

"You don't have to worry about that, Taoist priest." Cheng Shuzhi said.

Nanchu Yuyang King sneered: "You Dongzhou are thick-skinned."

Cheng Shuzhi moved his sore neck: "I don't dare to accept it, but if you two don't withdraw, you have to have thick skin."

As he spoke, all the warriors of Nanchu and Qingniuguan felt that the rain falling from the sky suddenly changed.

Every drop of rain seemed to become a sharp blade that pierced through the sky and the earth!

Every drop of rain that fell directly penetrated their protective Qi.

The rain did not get heavier.

But the drizzle continued, and the whole world seemed to be beaten into a sieve. The word "full of holes" was not enough to describe its desolation.

Most of the people present instantly fell down in large numbers like seedlings blown down by heavy rain and strong wind.