Haiyan

Just as King Dingxi was leading his army to cross the road, in the northern capital city, the King of the Northern Territory had summoned [-] Iron Buddhas overnight to prepare for departure.

Falcons screamed and hovered under the pitch-black night sky, and the black eagle flags melted in the long wind. A group of inconspicuous cavalry galloped across the wasteland in the wind and snow, and then stopped at Fenglan Mountain. above the cliff.

The branches of plum blossoms under the heavy snow crackled, several long howls of wolves suddenly passed by, and the iron hooves under the horse stomped a few times with great strength, but there was no trace of panic. There was a bright light under the firelight, extending to the soldiers on the mounts, from the top of the head to the ankles, except for a pair of eagle-like eyes, the rest were not exposed.

When the young king dismounted from his horse, someone had already come to greet him, followed by the Iron Buddha. After the few people passed through a dark and narrow cave, a yellowish fire light suddenly lit up from the front of the corridor.

The night was dark, the land of Hokuriku was empty and quiet, and the thick ice covered the agitation of the Canglan River. Between the heaven and the earth, it seemed that there were only a series of small footsteps left in the long tunnel. circling up.

Stretching down for hundreds of miles from the stone steps, the moist and warm steam blows towards the face. I don’t know how long I walked before I saw a huge square in the deepest part of the bottom. On his body, the man's limbs and neck were bound by huge iron chains and spread out in all directions. He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes tightly. His silver hair was scattered on the black soft armor, and his face was full of ravines. He looked old. Even though he held his breath and remained silent for so long, the ferocious expression between his brows and eyes still remained undiminished.

The sound of ticking water resounded from all directions, and the water seeping in from the gap at the corner broke up the tranquility drop by drop. When the young king and his cavalry stopped in front of the old man, he slowly opened his eyes in an instant. .

The strong light suddenly penetrated the pupils, which made it difficult for him to adapt at first. After a while, he seemed to have found the feeling, and then he raised his eyelids, revealing those sharp eyes.

"Is the teacher of justice going to battle?" the old man said slowly, his hoarse voice seemed to be slightly polished between sandpaper, with a trace of unbearable dryness, his eyes swept over the four iron Buddhas behind Yin Ping, He shouted: "Traitors, you pigs!"

Yin Pingping glanced at him expressionlessly, and then raised his head to look at the huge bronze lion head on the wall in front of him. Under the illumination of the candles on both sides, the lion's mouth was facing the old man's head with a ferocious roar, as if As long as he can break free from the wall, he can bite off his neck with one bite.

Under the lion's head is a long table. Compared with the difference of hundreds of years, the long table has been wiped clean, reflecting the words on it that have been through the years but are still clear-in the past, killing Sirius with a knife, Eight hundred miles away from Changsha and across the Jiujiang River... Helplessly, the heavens point to King Tieqin.

"Do you know why this king wants to lock you up here?" Yin Ping turned his gaze back to the old man, and said calmly, "Mu Chen?"

Mu Chen snorted, turned his neck slightly, but couldn't help but let out a breath of air, and saw that inside the thick steel ring that was connected to the chain around his neck was a row of densely packed steel needles. The blood had already dried up to black, presumably it had been a long time, but as he moved again, fine and dense blood beads slid down his shriveled neck in an instant, and then scattered on the dusty ground, rolling into muddy beads.

"The mausoleum of King Tie Erqin, I, the king of the northern border, was fortunate to be able to live with the host of the golden blood for four years. It is really a blessing for three lives!"

"The King of the Northern Territory?" Yin Ping raised his eyebrows, his tone mixed with strong sarcasm, and asked, "You?"

Mu Chen sneered and said, "You wolf-hearted bastard, if Ben Khan hadn't donated the hundred thousand iron stupas to you back then, do you think you would be where you are today?"

"Presumptuous!" With a loud noise, Xu Feng behind Yin Ping immediately pulled out a long knife from his waist, pressed it on his shoulder, and said coldly: "If you dare to speak rudely again, be careful to cut your tongue!"

Mu Chen ignored him, and was even indifferent to his actions.

Instead of being angry, Yin Ping smiled and said, "What about a beast?"

Mu Chen said in a low voice: "Beast! You don't have the skills of your ancestor King Tierqin, but you have learned a lot from King Qindahan's cunning. Ben Khan pityed you, the dog who was beaten by everyone, but he didn't expect to be bitten by you in the end. Take a bite, ah... As expected of a lion's cub, when he grows up, he will know that he is not a herbivore! Want to learn from your ancestors to eat meat? You must have the same appetite as your ancestors!"

Yin Ping raised his hand to signal Xu Feng to back down, then took two steps forward, squinted his eyes condescendingly in front of him, and said in a voice as soft as a feather: "You just said that you gave me the hundred thousand dollars. Iron Buddha?"

Mu Chen raised his head to look at him, a faint dark red had already appeared in his eyes.

"My ancestor, King Tierqin, is here. If you say this, aren't you afraid that his old man will come to ask for your life?"

"Death?" Mu Chen sneered: "An old thing that has been dead for 500 years, Ben Khan has been a soldier in the extreme north in his life. His severed heads can fill up your entire northern capital, and thousands of ghosts are not afraid of it." , have you ever been afraid of him?!"

"500 years can just turn into a ghost...Muchen, whose soldier is Tiefutu, you must know better than this king! Now you still dare to call yourself the 'King of the North'? You Look at your appearance, do you deserve it?"

"Whether you are worthy or not is not something you can judge arbitrarily!" Mu Chen shouted: "Yin Ping, how did you promise Ben Khan when you borrowed soldiers back then, the villain who crossed the river and demolished bridges, do you think you can really win this? The world! What about the blood of gold? What kind of bullshit is the Chosen Emperor! The age of myths has passed, do you really think that you were born to rule these two continents?"

Yin Ping chuckled, then suddenly stretched out his hand, palm down, gently placed it on top of Mu Chen's head, and said calmly, "Do you know why this king always claims to be the king of the northern region, instead of the maharaja of Yebei?"

Mu Chen didn't reply, and wanted to struggle hard to get rid of the disgusting palm on his head, but he couldn't resist the strength of the iron chain, and the huge friction force sounded harshly in the quiet square.

"The Lord of Two Continents is more alluring than a Yebei Maharaja. This king is not the King Tierqin back then. Standing on the small land of Beilu under his feet, guarding his life of outstanding achievements. , obviously can level the Kyushu thousands of miles, but because of his cowardice, he stops and retreats... If this king wants to do it, he will be the master of the world. Whether you like the blood of gold, this king will be the king of the world. The emperor chosen by the heavens!"

"Ah......"

"Ha ha......"

A series of laughter came from the depths of the chest, and Mu Chen seemed to be unable to control his emotions. He laughed and trembled all over his body, and even the iron chains made slight noises. Yin Ping was not surprised. Looking at him intently, the burning flames were reflected in the bottom of his eyes, as if a small opening had been scalded in the huge square inch, a breeze slowly crept in along the steps, and the two rows of candles flickered slightly. swing.

Until he stopped smiling, and finally said: "Since you value your golden blood so much, don't you know that in this world, besides you, there is another person like you who has the blood of an emperor flowing in his body?" Blood! Yin Ping, why did you come to visit Ben Khan tonight? Because you want Ben Khan to know that you are finally going to do it yourself... Yin Ping, you are actually afraid, that one has the same emperor as you The blood man has arrived on the Eastern Continent's battlefield, you are afraid that he will snatch all the things you fought so hard for today, and compete for the world you want most!"

"That's right." Yin Ping withdrew his hand, nodded irresolutely and said, "I am indeed afraid of King Dingxi, but so what? Tie Futu is not afraid of any army!"

Mu Chen slowly closed his eyes, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "That's true, but I heard that the expeditionary army in Zhongzhou was secretly cultivated by Zhao Qi, the great ancestor of the Western Han Dynasty, and has been handed over to Fuxi's descendants. Didn’t the teacher Zhang Zongyi tell you? But that’s right, how could he know this from Southern Chu? Presumably that Kuang Zichu only told one person... Know why Tierqin 500 years ago Didn’t the king take Tiefutu to the Eastern Continent, because once the Expeditionary Army and Tiefutu fight, the golden armor will match the cold-forged black armor, and you will never be able to tell the difference!”

Yin Ping frowned slightly, but said nothing.

Mu Chen continued: "Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you a secret."

He opened his eyes, tried his best to turn his head to look at the bronze lion head behind him, and said sneeringly: "500 years ago, apart from King Tie Erqin, the blood of gold also flowed on Zhao Qi, Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty." So, Yin Ping, do you really think that you have the chance to win? Young people...too young... Four years ago you promised Ben Khan that as long as you help you conquer the Western Han Dynasty, you will I will protect the eternal prosperity of my Zhaoyang Department in the extreme north. It is a pity that Ben Khan is really old. I can't stop you from turning your back on your promises, and let you bastard turn into Ben Khan's army. Otherwise, it would have been four years ago , Ben Khan will tell you all these things, how come he is born again today? He is too young... Hahaha—”

The hoarse and rampant laughter echoed in the empty square, resounding in Yin Ping's ears. The man's face did not show the slightest wave, and he stared quietly at the bronze lion head in front of him in a daze. Xu Feng looked at it worriedly. Glancing at him, he was about to go forward and say something, but he saw Yin Ping suddenly walked up to the long table, and then he stretched out his hand, rubbing the neatly arranged words with his fingertips.

If he hadn't locked Mu Chen here back then, wouldn't he have been able to stop Li Su's years of ups and downs in Zhongzhou?Is he leading the [-] Golden Armored Army to the East Road battlefield this time, is it really just to help him attack the Han army, or is there some other purpose?

The Taiwei Manfu died at the hands of the Zhao family. Li Su naturally would not let the Western Han Dynasty go for revenge, but is there any greater purpose that he doesn't know?He might feel wronged under him for his younger brother Changsheng?He is also a person who carries the blood of the emperor, just like Han Gaozu 500 years ago. If he will become the next King Tierqin of the Northland, then Li Su, will he be the next Zhao Qi of the Eastland? ?

He stood silently for a long time, until the candlesticks on both sides were about to burn out.

"I, Yin Ping, will not become the second Tierqin King." He stared at the series of words and suddenly said in a low voice, with unprecedented indifference and sternness appearing on his face. Looking very ferocious, he murmured: "I want to step on the shoulders of King Tierqin and hold the hegemony of the two lands in my hands!"