Xu Tong led people forward, took out the tributes, sprinkled three bottles of good wine, and scattered the money he had prepared earlier in the wind.

Soon the mountains and plains were filled with guide money.

"Well, one general's achievements lead to the death of thousands of bones. I hope the world will be unified soon, and then the soldiers will no longer have to fight."

Xu Fan stepped out of the carriage and looked at the wilderness in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

Xu Tong nodded: "I hope this day comes, but there will never be fewer enemies. If you fall behind, you will be beaten. This is something that has not changed since ancient times."

"If you fall behind, you will be beaten. Although this statement is straightforward, it is also the truth."

Xu Fan thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was correct.

Xu Tong glanced at him: "Of course, I paid for it with my life, the bloody truth!"

"Been taught a lesson!"

Xu Fan held up his hands and remembered these words in his heart.

After a short rest, the team continued on their way. The spring snow had not yet melted, and the group of people walked by leaving a row of dark mud marks on the snow.

According to the normal speed, it will take at least more than half a month to get from Tiangan to the central capital of Beiman.

But Xu Tong and others moved quickly, traveling day and night. Each warrior was riding two horses, and their speed was a few minutes faster than that of an ordinary team.

On the way, Xu Tong untied the cloak that Cao Jun gave him and put it into his prop book. This cloak was too bright. To dress up, he had to find at least a place with people. In this barren mountain, he couldn't wear it himself. Being so coquettish is of no use at all.

But having said that, Cao Jun is a good person, and this cloak is even more extraordinary.

【Huntian Cloak】

Rumor has it that it is made of the skin of the Suan Ni, and the wearer can gain the power of the Suan Ni.

Passive skill 1: Auspicious

With auspicious blessings, luck increases by 20%

Passive skill 2: Longwei

After wearing it, your own luck will be blessed by a ray of dragon power, and your luck will not be affected by natural factors such as heaven, earth, time, etc.

Active skill 1: Hun Tian Zhe

By spending 3,000 script points, the cloak can be unfolded to cover the sky within a radius of two kilometers. The luck of everyone under the cloak will be reduced by 30%.

Although this cloak does not have any amazing abilities, it is a rare treasure. Wearing it is equivalent to adding a magic weapon to your luck, and it can also improve your luck. It is a very rare treasure. .

Seeing that they had reached the border of the Northern Barbarians, everyone suddenly fell silent as they looked around.

desolate!

Looking around, there are ruins of broken walls and a mess on the ground.

Even after entering the city, the people in the city had pale faces and dull eyes.

Once upon a time, this place was located along the important routes of Beiman, Tianqian, and Xuankun, and it was considered a fertile land.

Looking around now, it is no longer as beautiful and prosperous as it used to be. Looking at the street, we can see the beggars huddled in the corner, covered with layers of clothes.

These clothes should have been stripped from other beggars who had frozen to death. Only in this way can they survive.

Facing the arrival of Xu Tong and his party, these beggars showed hatred in their eyes.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly Xu Tong turned his head and saw a stone flying past his eyes. He glanced sideways and saw the child who threw the stone, then turned around and ran away.

"presumptuous!"

Ge Zhuo's face darkened and he was about to chase after him, but was stopped by Xu Tong.

Xu Fan's voice came from the carriage: "Brother Yang, get in the carriage. These people are no longer from your hometown."

After the great defeat at Langshan, the Northern Barbarian warriors who fled back vented their anger on the residents of these border towns.

In their eyes, these lowly Han people and Tiangan people are of the same type, and it is natural for them to vent their anger on them.

Ever since, that day, the originally prosperous town turned into this.

That's why Xu Fan said that these people are no longer from Xu Tong's hometown. When they hear Yang Hong's name, they will not feel respect or thank Yang Hong for revenge.

Most of them felt that Yang Hong, a bastard, had harmed their family and their relatives, and they wished they could tear Yang Hong into pieces to make them happy.

Xu Tong knew that what Xu Fan said made sense, but he didn't know if it was because Yang Hong, the character he played, had too much hatred between the country and his family in his memory, and now he felt an indescribable feeling of depression.

"stop!"

At this time, a team came galloping in the distance. Xu Tong frowned. This team was not barbarian soldiers from the Northern Barbarians, but a guard composed of Han people.

The leading man held a big knife, glanced at Xu Tong and others with an arrogant expression, spat on the ground, and shouted perversely: "Who is Yang Hong!"

"Be bold!"

Seeing that this man dared to call his general by name, the three thousand cavalry behind him all widened their eyes, and a loud roar rang out, causing the surrounding mountains to shake.

Those old houses that had only broken walls collapsed in an instant.

A terrifying murderous aura filled the air, and the few people who originally looked ferocious were suddenly frightened by the roar and their faces turned pale, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

"I am Yang Hong, who are you? Why are you blocking my way?"

Xu Tong squinted his eyelids, looked at the man in front of him up and down, and asked calmly.

"me……"

Being glared at by three thousand tiger and wolf masters, not to mention that the man was just a mere Taoist, even an enlightened heavenly being would probably be frightened for a while.

After stammering for a long time, I finally managed to finish the sentence.

"I have been ordered to ask you to go to the Fengbo Pavilion in the east. My husband is waiting for you here!"

"Your husband, who do you think your husband is, he is worthy of letting my Marquis go to see him. You bunch of bastards, get out of here quickly. Don't think this is the land of the Northern Barbarians. I'll wait for three thousand cavalry and we'll be there soon."

Break through all of you!"

Ge Zhuo held the knife in one hand and his eyes were like lightning.

Now he is no longer the soldier who only knew how to live his life in the past, but a true warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles and fought out from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Coupled with Gu Xibai's training over the past few months, although Ge Zhuo is now only at the level of a Grand Master, the sharp murderous aura bursting out of his eyes is comparable to a sharp knife, a bow and an arrow pointing straight into the heart.

After he cursed angrily, the leading man felt his heart pounding and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

But if he rolls back in such despair, I'm afraid there won't be any good fruits to eat. I can only bite the bullet and say: "My husband is a great scholar of the time, Zhou Yasheng, the dean of Zhongdu Academy. By the king's order, he was with Marquis Shenwu.

Discussing the Tao in Fengbo Pavilion."

"Zhou Yasheng, Wang Banxian, cats and dogs, get out of here. We are envoys, not here to do business with you."

Gao Zhuo on the side looked a little impatient, and glanced at the few people with gloomy eyes, already planning to turn all of them into living corpses.

But as soon as he said these words, Xu Tong heard a loud and deep sneer in the distance.

"Marquis Shenwu is so majestic. Could it be that when he became someone else's prince, he forgot the etiquette of his hometown and the ways of being a guest."

Gao Zhuo was about to curse when he heard this.

But Xu Tong stopped him. He actually didn't bother to pay attention to these people, but since the other party started to open up the dragon gate formation, if he didn't break in, he would be sorry for the bad energy in his heart at the moment.

Dangzhi smiled and said: "How dare Yang not comply with such kindness."

After that, he motioned to these people to lead the way and led the team to change direction and head east.

"Be careful, this Zhou Yasheng is not a good person!"

Xu Fan stuck his head out of the carriage and whispered to Xu Tong.

Gu Xibai turned back to Xu Fan and asked, "Why is this old man so strong?"

Xu Fan scratched his head: "It's not a question of whether he is strong or not. This person is an old minister of the Xuan Kingdom and later joined the Northern Barbarians. Even the Northern Barbarians have a lot of disdain for the old ministers of the Xuan Kingdom, but whether it is Xiao Leshan or the immediate Northern Barbarian emperor,

They were all very polite to this person.

Because this man is a great figure in the literary world, a great scholar of his generation, with astonishing talent, it is said that he is already a semi-sage, so he is called Zhou Yasheng!"

Although Confucian saints do not practice Taoism and magical powers, it does not mean that their abilities are poor.

On the contrary, among the six arts of the gentleman, archery and chastity are particularly emphasized, which means horseback riding and archery, and Confucianism has many masters of swordsmanship.

Although he does not have access to the divine channel method, he is blessed with talent and can follow his words. His strength cannot be compared to that of land gods, but it is no small feat.

Although Zhou Yasheng was a semi-sage, it can only be said that he was unlucky. It happened to be a time when Confucianism was in decline. If it had been during the heyday of Confucianism, he would have become a saint long ago through Confucianism.

As soon as Xu Tong left with his troops, he saw a huge pavilion in the distance, filled with students both inside and outside, waiting for Xu Tong's arrival.

Seeing this, Xu Tong signaled Gao Zhuo and others to wait for him here, then dismounted and jumped up to the pavilion.

The students just felt their eyes flicker, and when they came to their senses, Xu Tongren had already walked into the pavilion.

Suddenly his face darkened and he shouted: "Discourteous!"

Shouting in unison, there was an invisible force pressing on Xu Tong.

This is Confucian talent, and it is also Confucian etiquette.
To be continued...