Realizing This Is A Wuxia World After Cultivating For 300 Years

Yan Sheng came to this temporary palace with anxiety.

He bypassed the writhing dancers, came to Wang Tong's "throne", knelt on the ground with a plop, and kowtowed very heavily.

This move immediately made the six people on the left and right feel frightened.

Whether it was the civil servants, the military attachés, or the two monks, they all had an ominous premonition after seeing Yan Sheng's attitude.

But this is impossible!

That was the elite vanguard of the Yan Army, a total of 50,000 troops, attacking a small county town. What could possibly happen?

Unless you meet a god, this is completely within your grasp.

Wang Tong's face also darkened. He looked down at Yan Sheng who was kneeling down below and said indifferently: "Yan Canjun, what are you doing? Could it be that your Jin Dynasty also likes to announce the good news of great victories like this?"

Until now, he still firmly believed that Yan Sheng came to deliver the good news of Wang Shun's victory.

After all, since Wang Shun's troops left Xiling County, they have been sweeping all the way, with good news after another, and they have not encountered any obstacles at all.

Juhe County is another complete soft persimmon.

How could it be possible to lose the battle under such circumstances? It was simply impossible.

"Your Highness, our army attacked Juhe County, and the entire army was wiped out. Wei Cun died in the battle, and Wang Xiangzhi was captured." Yan Sheng did not dare to raise his head, so he knelt down and reported.

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent.

The six people sitting on both sides suddenly stood up and looked at Yan Sheng with wide eyes.

Even the musicians who were playing music just now and the dancers who were dancing stopped, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

That demon Wang Shun was actually captured?

The sky has opened its eyes!

Wang Tong felt incredible. He quickly walked down from the throne, put his foot on Yan Sheng's shoulder, and shouted sternly: "Bitch, what did you just say? Say it again!"

Yan Sheng did not dare to resist, and was knocked to the ground paralyzed by the kick. His face turned ashen, and he took a deep breath and said: "Reporting to your highness, our army was less than three miles away from Juhe County when the sky suddenly changed.

"At that time, a hurricane blew out of thin air, heavy rain poured down, lightning and thunder thundered. The whole army fell into turmoil. They quickly lost their combat effectiveness and could only be defeated and captured."

He briefly described his personal experience.

Although Cui Heng hoped that he could persuade King Yan not to bypass Juhe County, he still wanted to show his loyalty once and explain the situation of the war to King Yan clearly, and then persuade King Yan to take a detour.

Facing a god who can call the wind and rain, let alone an army of 50,000, even if hundreds of thousands of troops come out together, they may not be able to break through.

"absurd!"

Wang Tong roared and roared when he heard this.

Then he swept his sleeves and robes, knocking over a large vase that was as tall as a person and hitting a musician next to him.

"Ah!" The musician couldn't help but scream.

"Who told you to scream?!" Wang Tong roared angrily and clapped his palm directly in the air. His energy hit the musician like a cannon.

The musician's body was torn apart on the spot, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and even the human form was gone.

Wang Tong is not only the leader of the rebels, but also an innate grand master. He has the ability to release his true energy and mobilize the natural power of heaven and earth. He is a unique pinnacle existence in the world.

When the other musicians and dancers saw this scene, their faces turned pale, they were trembling, and they didn't dare to make a sound.

"Yan Sheng, I'll give you one last chance!" Wang Tong looked at Yan Sheng with murderous intent and gritted his teeth, "What is going on? What happened to you in Juhe County?!"

"Your Highness, everything I just said is true and absolutely not false!" Yan Sheng knelt down again and kowtowed, "That Juhe County Magistrate is unusual, his methods are bizarre and weird, he can actually call the wind and rain!

"At that time, the wind was howling, the sky was dark, the horses were all frightened, and the heavy rain was like a river pouring down from the sky. Our army has never encountered such a situation..."

"Get out!" Wang Tong roared and kicked Yan Sheng backwards, causing him to hit a wall outside the palace and fall to the ground with blood vomiting from his mouth.

Yan Sheng got up with difficulty, knelt down and said, "General, I'm sorry, I'm going to leave."

Wang Tong's face sank as deep as water, and there was silence in the palace.

After a while.

The King of Yan seemed to have adjusted his mood. He looked at the six people below and said in a deep voice: "Call the wind and rain, change the sky, destroy an army of 50,000, and capture my brother. Do you believe this nonsense?"

The six of them were silent.

"Okay, then I'll ask again!"

Wang Tong walked to the center of the stage and said loudly, "It can bring about strong winds that can turn the sky into darkness, and it can also bring about heavy rain like rivers pouring down. It can directly blow up an army of 50,000 people and lose their combat effectiveness. Which of you can do it?"

"We don't have this option."

The six people, including military officers, civil servants, and monks, all answered in unison.

"All of you here, except Prime Minister Wu, are all innate great masters!" Wang Tong glanced at everyone, "Since none of you can do it, I ask again, can the inner scene be achieved?"

"Your Highness, you can call the wind and rain, change the heavenly phenomena, and destroy tens of thousands of armies with a snap of your fingers. This is as powerful as a god or a Buddha." Zen Master Dekong from the Lotus Temple couldn't help but shook his head and said, "Don't say it's an interior scene, even if it's in the realm of gods Humans can never do it.”

The other people also nodded in agreement with Zen Master Dekong's words.

The three military officers came from long-standing aristocratic families, and they all held the position of family heads or elders.

One of the two monks is Zen Master Dekong, the abbot of Lotus Temple, and the other is Zen Master Yuanzheng, the abbot of Dasheng Temple.

They all have a profound heritage and know a lot of information about the divine realm.

The divine realm is also the divine hidden realm.

Although warriors who have reached this level have opened up the treasures in their bodies, possess all kinds of incredible abilities, and are respected as real people, heavenly masters, etc., they are still human beings after all, not real gods.

It is absolutely impossible to call the wind and rain and destroy an army of fifty thousand in a snap.

They may even be surrounded by an army.

Three hundred years ago, there were many gods in the realm who were besieged by the Hongwu King with a large army.

"Then according to your opinions..." Wang Tong looked outside in the direction where Yan Sheng left and smiled, "Is the battle report brought by Yan Sheng false?"

"The defeat may be true, but it is definitely not because of meeting the gods and Buddhas who can control the wind and rain." Zen Master Dekong shook his head and said, "Using this as an excuse, Yan Canjun is really out of his mind."

Unless it is the lower realm of gods and Buddhas in the sky, there will never be such a powerful existence in this world.

"In this case, what should I do next?" Wang Tong looked around the crowd and asked.

"Your Highness, please continue to attack Juhe County. The centenary period is approaching, and we must attack the city and seize the territory as soon as possible." One of the military attachés stood up and expressed his position.

"The general thinks so too."

"Me too!"

Two other military attachés also followed.

"It is indeed time to open up Juhe County." Zen Master Dekong also nodded and said, "I can also go over and deal with my disobedient disciple."

"The centenary period is approaching, and we must win at least one state before we can have a chance." Zen Master Yuanzheng clasped his hands and said, "Your Highness, please send troops to Juhe County."

"I already know your thoughts." Wang Tong nodded and said solemnly, "Juhe County is the place I must take, and I will definitely send troops, not only for strategy, but also to save my brother!

"Prime Minister Wu, what do you think?"

Finally, he looked at the civil servant who had been silent.

In fact, neither the three military attaches nor the two monks were his subordinates in essence.

Instead, they were representatives sent by aristocratic family forces and sect forces to support him.

The only person who truly belongs to him is Prime Minister Wu.

"My Lord, I think we should first find out why General Anbei's 50,000-strong army was defeated?" Prime Minister Wu said respectfully, "Also, Yan Sheng must be tortured to make him tell the truth about the battle.

"In this way, my lord, you can know yourself and your enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger."

"This is indeed the truth." Wang Tong nodded when he heard this, looked at Zen Master Dekong, and said with a smile, "Master Dekong, could you please go to Juhe County to find out the real situation?"

Zen Master Dekong was slightly silent after hearing this, then clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, for the sake of all the people in the world, I will live up to His Highness's trust, and I just happened to go there to clean up the door."

…

On the night when Wang Shun was beheaded.

Cui Heng was sitting cross-legged in meditation at his residence in the county government office.

Blend the golden elixir and warm the soul.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and his eyes instantly penetrated the walls and saw the house where Monk Huishi lived.

Hui Shi knelt on the ground, shaking all over, with a look of fear on his face.

An old monk stood in front of him, with an indifferent expression, and said in a deep voice: "Nie Zhan, if you cut off the head of the county magistrate, you can atone for your sins, and I will spare your life as a teacher."