In the mansion of the lord of Xiangdu City, Xiao Qi frowned.

"A Chang, what exactly did Kong Wenzhao think? Why didn't he come to attack the city for so long?"

After the Lu army entered the city, Kong Wenzhao actually transferred all the troops and horses that surrounded the city and guarded the camp every day.

Xiao Qi even opened the city gate and sent generals to call the battle. Pingyang Army still hung high signs of war and refused to go out to fight.

Kong Wenzhao's abnormal behavior made Xiao Qi feel uneasy.

"Uncle, you actually don't have to worry at all."

If in front of the generals, in order to avoid suspicion and to maintain Xiao Qi's majesty, Huan Chang always called Lord Xiao Qi.

In private, Huan Chang still called Xiao Qi uncle.

Xiao Qi frowned slightly and said, "If I don't figure out what the enemy general is thinking, how can I feel at ease?"

Huan Chang comforted: "It will not harm us if time is delayed. When the Qinglong Guard regains its fighting spirit and the White Tiger Camp will return to its peak state."

"At that time, no matter what conspiracy or tricks the enemy had, we could defeat it with our strength."

"And the enemy's 50,000 troops besieged the city, and the daily money and food consumed are not small. If the enemy delays for too long, there will be problems with logistics supply."

"So, no matter what aspect you think, my uncle doesn't need to be anxious."

Xiao Qi's face was slightly slower when she heard this, she gently stroked her beard and said, "A Chang's words are reasonable. Now the city is full of food and grass, and she is not afraid that the thief army will cut off my food route."

However, Huan Chang looked at Xiao Qi's expression at this time, and he wanted to speak but stopped.

When Xiao Qi saw Huan Chang's appearance, she immediately said unhappy: "I'm not an outsider. A Chang has something to say but it doesn't matter, why bother venting it?"

Huan Chang took a deep breath and said, "I dare to ask my uncle, what level does the person with the highest martial arts have reached when he leads his troops to fight?"

This question is a secret in the army, and no wonder Huan Chang hesitated for a long time before asking.

Xiao Qi's eyes narrowed slightly.

After pondering for a while, he said, "I brought a few peak warriors into the house. They were hiding in the army and the guard against the thief army to send masters to assassinate the generals."

When Huan Chang heard this, his face became extremely solemn.

"I heard that those powerful warriors can change the outcome of a war."

"Although the Juye Gang is a third-rate sect, after so many years of accumulation, there should be warriors in the sect at the Transcendent Realm."

"What if the Juye Gang dispatched such a master to assassinate his uncle and generals in the army?"

Theoretically speaking, the White Tiger Camp and the Qinglong Guard may not be able to block ordinary warriors in the Transcendent Realm.

However, the warriors in the Transcendent Realm can come whenever they want and leave whenever they want. The White Tiger Camp and the Qinglong Guard can't stop them at all.

Such a powerful warrior is elusive. If he really wants to assassinate Xiao Qi, no one in the Lu army can stop him.

Xiao Qi was stunned at first, and then smiled and said, "A Chang was worried too much. Warriors in that realm are not allowed to participate in the war at all, otherwise they will definitely die."

Huan Chang's heart moved and asked, "Why is uncle so sure?"

Xiao Qi shook her head and said, "You are still too young now. You know a lot of things, which will not be of great benefit to you."

"You just need to know that warriors in the Transcendent Realm are not without restraints. Otherwise, if they assassinate the Lord, wouldn't the Lord be dead?"

Huan Chang was shocked and asked again: "Is there no warrior under the command of the Lord?"

Xiao Qi fell silent.

After a long time, he sighed: "I don't know much about the details."

"Actually, before going to the war, I was worried that the Juye Gang would launch such warriors, but the Lord didn't care at all."

"It was from that time that I realized that warriors in the Transcendent Realm could not do whatever they wanted, nor would they participate in the war."

Huan Chang was even more confused, but he did not continue to ask.

He could vaguely feel that the water was very deep, and even Xiao Qi could only touch the fur.

"Since that's the case, I'm relieved."

For ten consecutive days, Kong Wenzhao reduced his troops and hung high a battle-free sign to defend the camp. No matter how provoked the Lu army, the Pingyang army never fought with him.

In the spacious camp, the gray-bearded old man suddenly opened his eyes.

The next moment, his body disappeared and appeared in the head coach's tent and saw a man in black.

This person looks about fifty years old, looks a little thin, and has a pretty old-fashioned face, as if he can't smile.

"Changge, you are here."

The old man looked at the man carefully for a while, and his eyes showed relief.

"Disciple has met the ancestor!"

The man in black leaned over to salute, with a look of awe in his eyes.

The old man looked at Changge carefully for a while and suddenly sighed: "We didn't like you at the beginning, and we thought your junior brother would achieve the highest achievement in the future."

"But you have been dormant for twenty-five years, but you have soared into the sky, even surpassing your master and uncle."

"In contrast, Wen Zhao, like his father, has been standing still and has never been able to go further!"

Speaking of this, the old man seemed a little sighing.

Changge said: "The disciple's qualifications are average, and he can only sharpen his sword for twenty-five years."

"The master and the junior brother are all very qualified, but their hearts are not on cultivation."

Changge is a little serious, which may be related to his original experience.

"Senior Brother, you are here!"

At this moment, Kong Wenzhao walked in from outside and saw Changge, his eyes showed excitement.

Changge finally smiled on his old-fashioned face.

At that time, although Changge was the eldest brother in the sect, his cultivation progress was the slowest among the third generation of disciples.

It took him twenty-five years to cultivate true energy.

Therefore, many disciples in the Juye Gang look down on Changge, and some even suggested abolishing the identity of Changge's senior brother.

Only the leader of the Juye Gang and his junior brother Kong Wenzhao disagreed with the public and treated Changge as before.

He was looked down upon by almost everyone, and these people also included his junior brother and junior sister, which made Changge develop a taciturn personality.

However, in the next five years, Changge's cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds, and his martial arts skills were the best for three generations of disciples, even surpassing his master and uncle.

Now Changge has a high status in the sect, but he is still serious. He will only smile when he sees his master and Kong Wenzhao.

"My junior brother, Master, let me help you."

Hearing the word "Master", Kong Wenzhao's face froze a little, and then asked, "Is he okay, father?"

"Master is fine, I just miss you very much."

"You have been away from the sect for ten years. Even the Yuan Pingyang City Lord doesn't know that you are the son of the sect leader."

"After this war is over, follow me back to the sect to practice. Don't worry about these messy things anymore."

Kong Wenzhao showed a look of hesitation on his face, and finally nodded with emphasis.

Seeing this, the old man couldn't help but look relieved.

Among the three generations of disciples, he was actually the most optimistic about Kong Wenzhao. If Kong Wenzhao could practice quietly, he would have accumulated strength.

In the old man's opinion, having more martial arts powerhouses is the foundation of a sect.
Chapter completed!