“I hear that the first emperor in Dazhou rose from a rural area and founded the country only depending on his passion. Now more than two hundred and fifty years have passed as it went through the ups and downs.”
“Every emperor in the history of our county is talented. For example, an emperor refused the marriage alliance with the Southern Wei Country even in crisis and didn’t send a princess abroad. Although the battle after that was fierce, it was worthwhile anyway.”
“Our current emperor is more amazing indeed. Although there are non-stopping battles these years, our country has more territory. His Majesty is looking for a husband for the princess in Shaoliang City. If I were born twenty years earlier, I would have a try. Maybe the princess loves such a talent like me.”
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Although Li Fuyao was aware of the inborn sense of pride of the people in Dazhou and was in touch with them for many years, Baiyu Town was too remote, and few
This conversation almost bound to be recorded in the history of Dazhou started naturally. The ambitious emperor showed enough respect to Li Fuyao who was just a swordsman at the Intent Stage. At last, the emperor got happy and even dismissed all the guards who insisted on following him. So in this white fungus porridge shop which was arranged temporarily on the street, only Li Fuyao and the emperor were left.The emperor continued the subject, “Dazhou is not large, so I know everything in the country, but I don’t feel happy. The country I want to see is not like this.”Li Fuyao finally took a bite of porridge and asked calmly, “Your Majesty, have you found out my family background?”The emperor shook his head, “Dazhou is still a small country, so it naturally means that we have many aspects falling behind. For example, no matter how I checked the information of Baiyu Town and investigated openly or secretly, I can’t find where you came from bef
It was quiet in the Evergreen Palace today. All people in the imperial palace where the emperor of Dazhou lived had learnt what happened on the frontier, so they didn’t dare to comment. Everybody knew that the emperor looked gentle, but there was a restless heart hidden in his chest. Like all the emperors in the history, this emperor was quite confident. Now that something significant happened, he couldn’t be in a good mood. The palace guards working outside the Moral Hall didn’t know how many times they had heard the emperor’s curse coming out. The imperial court session this morning lasted for a long time not because of the war on the frontier, but because several old courtiers asked him to issue a decree to surrender instead of considering how to cope with the difficulty as soon as they heard about the letter from the battlefield. It made the emperor so furious that he smashed many precious treasures, and a vase more than two hundred years old was thrown to an old courtier’s fore
Nobody knew what the other people from Dazhou thought, but now at least two people in Shaoliang City were unwilling to surrender. It was natural for the emperor to be unwilling, but Li Fuyao, who was born in Luoyang City and had grown up in Dazhou, was unwilling to surrender not just because of Dazhou.He had a wish since long ago to make the noblemen in Luoyang City unhappy. If he knew that the noblemen in that city had gone much farther after he went there someday, he didn’t even mind changing the word “unhappy” into more words.They couldn’t stay alive.But currently, this swordsman in the first stage looked at the sudden spring rain outside the window and shook his head helplessly, “You said that there are more than ten cultivators, so there must be so many. Now I am worried that the emperor won’t be able to resist but would yield first. Earlier, he appeared to be broad-minded, but in fact he has never been in such an emergency. Plus under
Beiyan County in the north of Dazhou had steep mountains and was always easy to defend but difficult to attack. Dazhou didn’t need to send many soldiers to the northern border these years not only because the Chen Country to the north was unwilling to start a fight but also because of the natural defense.But this natural defense was broken officially several days ago. The two hundred thousand soldiers of the Chen Country had passed Beiyan County and went to the south, and their destination was certainly Shaoliang City.And the battle even made the sixty thousand soldiers in Beiyan County feel depressed. The two sides didn’t fight on the city walls or gather all the soldiers to fight a battle outside the city. It was just that the cultivators in the army of the Chen Country took actions casually and killed the generals and commanders of the North Army, causing the army to lose its leaders and fall into chaos, so the army of the Chen Country crossed Beiyan C
The military camp of the Chen Country was attacked for the fourth time these days. Although it was the first time for the Chen Country’s soldiers to see those people from Dazhou, they still felt scared subconsciously. Such a small troop had lost many soldiers in the first three attacks, and it could be said that they were beaten generals and remnant soldiers. How would they dare to attack them for the fourth time?But the Chen Country’s soldiers soon reacted and fought against the less than thirty thousand soldiers from Dazhou. Moreover, they instantly controlled the situation on the spot.Xue Zhong walked around the Chen Country’s military camp and rushed to the granary at last. After attacking for four times, the North Army was on the decline and it was almost impossible for them to do something in the future, so they decided together to burn all the food of the Chen Country’s soldiers when they attacked this time in order to give Shaoliang City more time
Before killing somebody, one should have feelings, being excited or happy or expectant, but it must be under the condition that the person to be killed had some unspeakable relationship with the killer. However, Li Fuyao didn’t even know the name of the one he would kill or if it was a man or woman. He only knew that the cultivator in the tent was a Confucian cultivator who hadn’t finished the first stage and that this one might have come from the Yanling Confucian Temple. Then he knew nothing else about his prey.So Li Fuyao was calm and didn’t feel excited. The only thought on his mind was about how to cut off the cultivator’s head later and make himself suffer the least.In the tent, a scholar was reading at the table next to a dim oil lamp. This thin scholar held a book written by a scholar of the past, as if lost in thought.The scholar in pure white shook his head while sighing in sympathy after reading two pages. Then he whispered helple
In the past, after he became a swordsman, Li Fuyao kept thinking about a question most of the time. What were the swordsmen in this human world like? Were they all the same as Chen Sheng? So even though Li Fuyao had started to practice swordsmanship, he still didn’t know what the swordsmen should be like. However, later he stopped worrying, because he would go to the Sword Mountain, the swordsmen’s holy land. There would be many swordsmen there, so he could find the answer.Li Fuyao knew that there were many cultivators in this human world, and the female ghost in red they had met before was not one of them, but Yang Wei they had met later was one cultivator. However, as for that scholar from Hengyang Academy, Qing Huai didn’t take him seriously and said that it was uncertain how many times such a cultivator could resist Li Fuyao’s sword.This was Li Fuyao’s first time to fight against a cultivator. This scholar named Zuo Sifan once studied in the Yanling C
The teenage girl sitting on the high platform outside the tent was murmuring alone, looking rarely lovely, but the boy who was having a life-and-death fight in the tent didn’t know that.The machete in Li Fuyao’s hand was full of chips. With his tattered clothes and messy hair, he looked terrible. While the scholar in white had a deep wound showing his bone on his right hand which grabbed the cyan brush pen, and the fresh blood flowed along his arm and the brush pen before dripping at the pen point to the floor with a clatter, which was the only sound except the breaths and heartbeats of the two in the tent, sounding weird. And the scholar’s wound was caused by Li Fuyao’s machete. Before the cyan light turned from the word “resolute” disappeared, Li Fuyao chopped that right hand accurately. If he hadn’t feared the power of the cyan light at last, the right hand should have been cut off.When they fought in the tent for a short while earlier, the swordsman L