Chapter 127 Taking a Step Back

Things can be rushed, but not panicked.

At the same time, people must learn to know themselves.

So, even though Zheng Fan was clear that his reputation among the Yan army was considerable, and that he was a favorite in the eyes of Marquis Jingnan, at the end of the day, he wasn't a Jingnan Army "native".

Those commanding generals like Chen Yang and Ren Juan were polite and agreeable to him, this upstart, but their camaraderie wasn't forged from sharing a single pot back in the day; there was still a sense of unfamiliarity between them.

Moreover, the truly unquestionable figure in the Jingnan Army, including the entire Eastern Expeditionary Army at the moment, was Tian Wu Jing.

Therefore, without an order issued by Tian Wu Jing or a royal decree, trying to mobilize the entire surrounding army would be underestimating the discipline and training under Tian Wu Jing's command.

But,

The enthusiasm of the masses cannot be ignored, and it does exist objectively.

So, at this moment, a "shill" was needed to appear.

When he first started his studio in his previous life, he had a very difficult time. During the most difficult times, everyone's living expenses were gone.

Zheng Fan took everyone in the studio to work as fake buyers at a nearby real estate sales office, earning two hundred yuan per person per day, including lunch.

That's how they survived that difficult time.

This time, the shill Zheng Fan found was Li Fusheng.

Zheng Fan's "performance" was wonderful,

But it was obviously impossible to achieve the same unconditional obedience as Marquis Jingnan, who could just stand there in his gilded armor radiating an awe-inspiring presence. Even when he used his own qi and blood to make his voice carry further when he called out, most of the Yan soldiers were still hesitant.

Especially those commanding generals in the Jingnan Army, who were even more baffled.

But as Zheng Fan beheaded a Chu man with a single strike, and as Li Fusheng's cavalry began to charge, the surrounding Yan army formations finally began to move along with them.

The Chu people were looting grain and had been hungry for many days. They were already weak and had even unloaded their weapons. Now, they were a chaotic mess. In front of a truly organized elite cavalry, they were no different from a flock of huddled lambs.

Li Fusheng's cavalry directly crashed into the Chu people. Their sabers swung, their iron hooves trampled, and for a time, the Chu people's wails filled the air.

Soldiers from other units voluntarily broke away from their formations and rode out to join in. Slowly, groups after groups, patches after patches of Yan army cavalry began to charge towards the Chu people's gathering point from several directions.

This was actually another form of "military roar,"

Referring to the spontaneous large-scale reactions of soldiers without orders from their superiors.

And those high-ranking officials like the commanding generals and adjutants appeared somewhat restrained.

On the one hand, they had indeed not received any military orders. They had only seen Zheng Fan riding a Pixiu there, calling on everyone to kill the prisoners. That ingrained sense of military order made them resist obeying Zheng Fan's command at this time.

But on the other hand, everyone was aware of the relationship between Zheng Fan and King Jingnan. Zheng Fan's sudden and outrageous move might have their own king's shadow behind it.

Therefore, these generals did not promptly and effectively restrain their subordinates at this time, choosing a tacit attitude.

In short,

The rhythm

Was set.

The Yan army raised their butcher knives and frantically hacked at the fleeing Chu people.

And Zheng Fan, who had stirred up this storm,

Did not plunge into it again, like Li Fusheng, to enjoy this so-called feast of blood and light.

Anyway, whether he acted now or not, the situation was already set.

So, let him rest a bit and be sentimental for a while.

The blade hung down, its tip pointing downwards. Blood droplets fell one by one from the blade. The Pixiu under his crotch turned its head and looked at Zheng Fan on its back. It actually wanted to go in and play, but for some reason, this "brother in distress" had suddenly become quiet at this moment.

The Chu people's screams were endless. They weren't pleasant to hear, but Zheng Fan, who had experienced countless battles, was already used to it.

He raised his head,

Looking into the distance,

In his heart,

He didn't feel the shock and panic he had felt when he first received this order from King Jingnan.

Instead, he felt somewhat relaxed, somewhat floating.

It was a strange feeling, neither liking it nor disliking it.

The Pixiu under his crotch tried to take a step, walking forward. Seeing that Zheng Fan didn't react, it took another step forward.

Just as it was about to break free and rush into the crowd to trample people,

Zheng Fan suddenly tightened the reins around its neck.

"Roar!"

The Pixiu let out a dissatisfied cry, but it still obeyed Zheng Fan's order and ran away from the battlefield, detouring to the north.

Gradually,

The sounds of fighting and screaming gradually subsided.

It wasn't that all the Chu prisoners of war had been killed. Even if they were forty thousand pigs, it wouldn't be easy to slaughter them all in a short period of time.

The distance was far, so the noise naturally faded away a little.

The Pixiu pawed the ground impatiently.

Zheng Fan dismounted and walked to the riverbank.

He imitated Tian Wu Jing's previous actions, squatting down by the river, reaching out and scooping up a handful of water, splashing it on his face.

The water was a bit cold, with a slight earthy smell.

Zheng Fan shook his head,

Leaned back, sitting by the river.

He raised his head again, looking at the setting sun in the distance, sometimes frowning, sometimes relaxing.

Then, he habitually took out a metal box from his chest. Inside, there was actually only one cigarette left.

He hadn't returned to Shengle since the expedition, so he naturally couldn't replenish his Blindman brand cigarettes. This last one was deliberately left on his body as a memento.

He lit the cigarette with a fire starter,

Took a deep breath,

Zheng Fan slowly closed his eyes,

And slowly exhaled smoke from his mouth.

At this moment, Zheng Fan's Pixiu showed some restlessness, and even unusually buried its head.

Another adult Pixiu slowly came here, with Tian Wu Jing sitting on it.

Tian Wu Jing looked at Zheng Fan as he was now, his gaze very calm.

But hidden within seemed to be a rumbling thunder.

Tian Wu Jing landed on the ground, walked behind Zheng Fan, and said:

"Feeling uncomfortable?"

When Tian Wu Jing's voice sounded from behind him,

Zheng Fan unusually didn't immediately stand up to salute,

Instead, he naturally reached out and flicked off the cigarette ash,

And nodded.

"Look at you, so useless."

Jade must be cut and polished to become a useful object. Zheng Fan had always been regarded by Tian Wu Jing as his "student."

In fact, in any era, the disciple inheriting the mantle is often more important than one's own flesh and blood.

Descendants are merely the continuation of one's own bloodline, while the mantle is the transmission of the spirit.

After a few generations, even the deepest blood relationship will actually fade away, but some things in the spirit can often be evergreen.

However, being Tian Wu Jing's "student" seems very beautiful, but the pressure that one bears is also unimaginable.

When he is good to you, he is really good.

When he trains you, if you make the slightest mistake, you're done.

"My lord, I feel uncomfortable because I discovered that I don't feel uncomfortable."

Hearing this answer, Tian Wu Jing slowly closed his eyes.

Two men,

One sitting,

One standing.

The one standing has a high status,

The one sitting has a low status.

After a long time,

Zheng Fan suddenly smiled,

Threw the cigarette butt into the river,

Reached out and grabbed a handful of mud from beside him, smashing it into the river.

"You don't like it?" Tian Wu Jing asked.

Zheng Fan raised his head,

Looking at Tian Wu Jing standing behind him,

He said:

"My lord, I like becoming like you, but I don't like becoming you."

What I want to become is the way you gallop across the battlefield with iron cavalry under your command,

Not to be like Tian Wu Jing, with a life so repressed that it borders on self-harm.

Tian Wu Jing nodded thoughtfully,

And said:

"I know."

"Huff......"

Zheng Fan silently adjusted his body, changed from sitting to kneeling on one knee, facing Tian Wu Jing,

"My lord, please forgive me."

"What you said was just the truth. In the army, only falsely reporting military intelligence is a crime, not telling the truth."

Tian Wu Jing lowered himself and sat down by the riverbank.

Looking at Zheng Fan kneeling there,

Tian Wu Jing reached out and patted the spot beside him where Zheng Fan had been sitting,

"Sit."

"Thank you, my lord."

Just like that,

Two Pixius stood side by side in the rear. The smaller one was obviously a little flustered, lacking confidence.

Just like the two men in front,

One had a back as majestic as a mountain, while the other seemed to have his aura suppressed, making him somewhat dejected.

Although General Zheng was also able to rally a large following in the Shengle Army, and could easily elicit enthusiastic cheers from the local people in Shengle City with a wave of his hand,

Who could suppress him in terms of aura when he was by Tian Wu Jing's side?

Of course, there was no need to suppress him.

"In fact, this king doesn't want you to follow the same path as me."

Zheng Fan was stunned when he heard this.

Earlier, he just wanted to vent his emotions a bit recklessly, so he showed his true feelings for once.

After all, even though Tian Wu Jing was majestic, in Zheng Fan's eyes, he was actually very much like his strict older brother.

It was only natural for a younger brother to cry, make a fuss, and vent his emotions under certain restrictions.

Of course, one had to grasp the right degree.

If one went too far, one would become annoying.

Eunuch Wei once said that the Directorate of Ceremonial lacked a talent like Zheng Fan.

Because this kind of knowledge of how to appear intimate with the master without overstepping the boundaries was truly the highest level of knowledge that these servants wanted to climb.

In Eunuch Wei's view, Zheng Fan was the master of this path.

But how he played it was his own business. Zheng Fan didn't expect that Tian Wu Jing would actually seem to have the intention of saying something from his heart at this time.

This made Zheng Fan feel instinctively terrified.

"This path is too bitter, too tiring, and too lonely."

Zheng Fan was clear that this was because this path was covered in blood, blood that could never be washed away or erased.

"My lord, if you were given another chance, what would you choose?"

Zheng Fan couldn't help but ask this question.

Silence,

Silence,

Silence...

After a long time,

A smile appeared on Tian Wu Jing's face, not exactly warm, but not a bitter smile either. It even carried a hint of faint relief.

He said:

"This king has already chosen."

At this moment,

The Wangjiang River in front of them had begun to turn red. It was the blood of the Chu people flowing into the Wangjiang River from upstream.

Tian Wu Jing pointed in the upstream direction,

He said:

"Go up and take a look. Don't waste it. You have a grand vision, but without enough boldness to fill it, then even the grandest vision will ultimately be empty."

Zheng Fan silently stood up, turned his head, glanced at Tian Wu Jing still sitting by the riverbank, and then began to walk upstream.

Tian Wu Jing's voice then sounded again:

"Martial arts and life are actually the same. The higher you go, the more blood and corpses you will see.

You don't need to like it, this will become like Li Fusheng, entering a deviant path.

You can't become numb. Under numbness, you'll overlook not only the things you don't want to see."

"My lord, what should I do?"

Zheng Fan asked as he walked south along the riverbank.

"You must learn to adapt."

This was the answer Tian Wu Jing gave.

The blood before him was fresh. He could see it rolling and dyeing in the river, and his nose seemed to smell the pervasive stench of blood in the air.

Zheng Fan adjusted his breathing, walking forward step by step. Tian Wu Jing's words were still echoing in his mind.

This was guidance, guidance from a powerful being who could defeat the Sword Saint in a one-on-one duel.

Zheng Fan naturally knew how important and precious this kind of guidance was, so he definitely couldn't waste it.

The Pixiu that belonged to Zheng Fan saw Zheng Fan walking upstream alone and instinctively wanted to follow, but it was blocked by the larger Pixiu beside it.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun,

Zheng Fan slowly walked,

Gradually,

As the Yan army's slaughter of the Chu people upstream intensified,

The color of the blood on the river surface also began to become increasingly浓.

Seemingly stimulated by the scene before him, the qi and blood in Zheng Fan's body also began to gradually agitate.

A Chu person's corpse floated down the river.

Next was the second, the third, the fourth...

Soon, there was no need to count anymore, because it was already impossible to count them.

Upstream, Yan army cavalry began to chase downstream, using bows and arrows to shoot and kill those Chu people who were trying to escape by blending into the river water.

The Chu people were generally better at swimming than the Yan people.

But since they had already started to kill, then the Yan people would naturally not be polite, and would not give the Chu people the possibility of escaping.

When the knights passed by Zheng Fan, they naturally recognized Zheng Fan, recognized this Earl of Pingye.

Seeing that this commanding general who had stirred up the slaughter of prisoners earlier was actually walking south alone at this time, some knights greeted him, while others simply tapped the armor on their chests with their sabers in response.

But when they saw that Zheng Fan seemed to be unable to attend to them, and was just burying his head and walking south alone, these knights didn't linger and continued to chase their targets.

Once the butcher's knife was sharpened, it was naturally impossible to stop it in time.

Back then, when Marquis Jingnan exterminated the entire clan, those Jingnan army soldiers who were seeing red and bearing tremendous psychological pressure almost slaughtered even the location where the Empress was.

Fortunately, there were enough Chu prisoners of war here. Even if it wasn't enough for every Yan army soldier to cut off a head, it was more than enough to splatter some blood on their armor.

As he walked, Zheng Fan suddenly felt that there seemed to be a shadow beside him.

On the left side of his body, it seemed to be walking along with him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a man wearing a black hoodie, with a cigarette in his mouth, sunken eye sockets, and white knuckles.

This person was very familiar, the kind of familiarity that almost broke through the diaphragm and overflowed.

But he was also so unfamiliar, as if he had been a stranger for a very, very long time.

No matter how intense the longing, no matter how much the remembrance, once divided into the present and the past, they would become a true咫尺天涯 (though close, worlds apart).

Zheng Fan felt his vision begin to blur.

His cognition

Suddenly had some deviations and absentmindedness.

Who am I?

I am Zheng Fan.

Then,

Which Zheng Fan am I?

In his mind, scenes from when he was rushing to write in the studio seemed to reappear, the ashtray filled with cigarette butts, and two buckets of instant noodles in the trash can under his feet.

The curtains were tightly closed, so it was impossible to tell day from night, because the rhythm of life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset was no longer mainstream for some people.

"Dong dong dong!"

"Dong dong dong!"

"Ahhhhh!"

In his ears,

He began to hear the sound of horses' hooves, and the shrill screams of the Chu people when they were shot by arrows in the Wangjiang River.

These sounds dragged Zheng Fan back out of the vortex of memory. He opened his eyes again in a daze, just in time to be greeted by a cloud of dust that blurred his vision.

"Earl!"

"My lord!"

From time to time, passing cavalry saluted him, but Zheng Fan just rubbed his eyes and didn't respond.

Finally,

His eyes were much more comfortable,

But when he carefully looked at the left side of his body again, he found that the himself in the hoodie was still there.

He was still walking forward with the same frequency as his pace, and that self had a smile on his face, a smile for him.

Was it mockery?

It didn't seem like it.

Was it disdain?

It wasn't either.

Instead, it was as if he had seen something interesting that had struck his funny bone.

Zheng Fan reached out and patted his head. He didn't know if this was the feeling he was trying to find, but he felt uncomfortable now. He wanted to break free.

And Zheng Fan didn't dare to shift his gaze to the left anymore, and began to lean to the right, hoping that his vision would no longer contain anything that could make him feel jarring.

But he was wrong,

Because it was only now that he realized that

On his right side,

There was also a person standing.

This person was covered in blood, wearing the same armor as him. In fact, he was exactly the same as himself now.

The only difference might be the scarlet pupils in the other person's eyes and the greed and enjoyment that radiated from his face.

Zheng Fan couldn't help but cover his ears with his hands.

He felt that he must be entering some kind of state of mental abnormality.

Maybe it was the stimulus of his order to kill the prisoners,

Or maybe it was the stimulus of those words from Tian Wu Jing earlier,

Or,

Maybe it was the emotions and problems that had been accumulating deep in his heart for the past few years that were completely released at this time.

I,

Who am I?

This was a question that many people would ask themselves.

And now,

It was a question that Zheng Fan was eager to know the answer to.

Unfortunately,

The Blind One wasn't by his side now.

Zheng Fan stopped walking. He lowered his head and squatted down.

In his mind, all kinds of images began to appear chaotically.

One moment, he was in the ward where he was being euthanized;

The next moment, he was standing on the city wall of Xuehai Pass, watching the barbarians attacking below;

Then suddenly, he was standing in a roast duck shop, watching Little Six smile at him, holding a roast duck in his hand;

Then,

He found himself standing in front of a birthday cake, with the people from the studio singing a birthday song, celebrating his birthday.

Accompanying the rapidly turning images was an extremely strong feeling of nausea.

"Ouch..."

Zheng Fan supported himself on the ground with both hands and began to dry heave violently.

He was in so much pain, his head hurt so much, and he felt like he was being torn apart, and yet he didn't know where he should go.

The Blind One was a psychologist in his previous life. In fact, the other Devil Kings were not ordinary either. In terms of temperament, even the most honest Fan Li, could you really think that he was honest to that extent?

But, perhaps this was a case of darkness under the lamp.

Spending a long time with the Devil Kings, Zheng Fan had actually been improving and changing himself, adapting himself to them, and at the same time, adapting himself to this world.

The Devil Kings were also delighted by their master's progress and changes, because if nothing unexpected happened, everyone would have to be bound together, and they naturally didn't want their master to remain unprogressive and just lie there mixing and waiting to die.

But Zheng Fan was still a human being after all.

The Devil Kings had their own experiences and their own personas.

Even after awakening in this world, they had actually been living according to their own nature. If they could avoid compromising, they would avoid compromising. In short, being happy and doing whatever they wanted was the most important thing.

Zheng Fan was like something that had been forcibly honed in a short period of time. Deep down, he had accumulated too many negative emotions, but he had nowhere to vent them.

And the Devil Kings had habitually regarded their increasingly progressive and changing master as one of their own.

Under the darkness of the lamp, even the Blind One hadn't noticed the changes in Zheng Fan's emotions and psychology, so naturally, he hadn't made any adjustments or reconciliations.

Originally, these problems wouldn't have erupted at this time, because Zheng Fan could still endure it. His endurance hadn't reached its limit yet.

But today,

It erupted.

Some cavalrymen shouted "Earl" or "My Lord" as they passed by Zheng Fan;

Then, not long after, they saw their own king walking behind him, and immediately shouted:

"My Lord!"

Tian Wu Jing was following behind Zheng Fan.

He hadn't originally planned to follow.

What he wanted was to use this surge of blood to allow Zheng Fan to break through the martial artist realm that was stuck at the seventh rank.

He thought it wouldn't be difficult, because Zheng Fan had a very high aptitude.

But gradually,

Tian Wu Jing realized that things seemed to be heading in an unknown direction.

Compared to the restlessness of the qi and blood in Zheng Fan's body, Zheng Fan's own thoughts seemed to be trapped in an extremely complex and painful situation.

This was no longer as simple as breaking through from the seventh rank to the sixth rank.

This was,

About to become possessed.

Becoming possessed was a dangerous threshold that many martial arts learners had to face, but Tian Wu Jing didn't expect this situation to appear on Zheng Fan's body at this time, because he had never heard of becoming possessed when advancing from the seventh rank to the sixth rank.

This feeling was like Zhang San stealing Li Si's chicken, needing to go to the Golden Luan Hall to ask His Majesty to judge.

Finally,

Tian Wu Jing saw Zheng Fan in front of him holding his head in his hands, squatting on the ground, his body beginning to convulse and spasm, and the qi and blood in his body gradually changing in an uncontrollable direction.

No matter how much of a military god Tian Wu Jing was, he couldn't possibly know Zheng Fan's secret of "living two lives";

Therefore, in Tian Wu Jing's view, it was probably because he had "forced" him too hard, using methods that were too激 (radical, extreme), causing Zheng Fan to eventually be unable to withstand this pressure, and then triggering signs of collapse.

Just as Zheng Fan saw Tian Wu Jing as a bit like his older brother,

Tian Wu Jing didn't really just see this guy who dared to take in his son without hesitation as a subordinate;

People,

All have emotions.

No matter how cold a person is, he is still a person after all.

Tian Wu Jing's right palm slowly unfolded, and strands of blue wind began to slowly appear beside him.

The world all knew that the King of Jingnan of Yan was a powerful martial artist of the third rank, but few knew that Tian Wu Jing actually possessed the abilities of Daoism, although he didn't cultivate Daoism.

Using Daoist mind methods to forcefully concentrate and mold the mind was enough to pull Zheng Fan back from the state of becoming possessed.

However,

Even before Tian Wu Jing could take any action,

He saw a wisp of black gas emerge from Zheng Fan's body, a black gas with a filthy aura.

Tian Wu Jing stopped and his gaze narrowed, not moving forward again.

And Zheng Fan in front of him also stopped dry heaving, his body no longer spasming and convulsing as before, and even staggered to his feet again.

Everyone has their own opportunities.

From Tian Wu Jing's perspective, he didn't care if Zheng Fan had some small secrets of his own, and as a commander, it was impossible for him to have the same strict distinction between good and evil as those rural qi refiners.

As long as that thing could be useful to Zheng Fan, he didn't mind its existence.

Of course, the premise was that it was really useful.

"A little... interesting."

...

"Jie Jie... Jie Jie... Jie Jie..."

The laughter of a child began to enter Zheng Fan's ears.

Zheng Fan looked up in a daze, looking ahead.

He saw the Demonic Pill, wearing a bib, standing there, looking at him.

And by his side,

The two selves, one on the left and one on the right,

Were still there,

They were also doing the same actions as him.

For a moment,

Zheng Fan was a little puzzled, a little unsure,

Who was the Demonic Pill in front

Actually calling to.

When a person loses awareness of their identity, the fear and anxiety will be all-encompassing, and the sense of alienation will be countless times stronger than the desolation of walking through the streets of a city late at night only to discover that the city has no place for oneself.

It was as if he was an abandoned child, the world was big, but there was nowhere for him to settle down.

Tian Wu Jing didn't take action,

The Demonic Pill did.

What was the Demonic Pill's specialty?

He was good at using illusions, pulling people into them, using the various things in the illusion to constantly magnify the loopholes in their minds, eventually causing his prey to collapse and become hysterical.

This was the Demonic Pill's pleasure;

Of course,

In other words,

The person who is good at creating questions must first have a deeper understanding of how to solve the questions.

The Demonic Pill was also very surprised.

Usually, as long as its "daddy" wasn't shot or cut,

It could leisurely hide in the specially designed groove in the armor and fall asleep.

But as it slept,

It suddenly noticed something was wrong,

When it woke up and took a look,

It found that its "daddy" had actually created a trap for himself, and was about to trap himself to death.

You can die,

But you can be killed by me,

What do you mean by committing suicide?

This was the Demonic Pill's first thought after waking up, and after this thought arose, it appeared almost without hesitation, even though there was a terrifying presence standing behind its daddy that made the Demonic Pill a little frightened.

"Jie Jie... Jie Jie... Jie Jie..."

In Zheng Fan's vision, the Demonic Pill was still laughing.

Zheng Fan became more and more confused. He even began to dodge backwards. He had already forgotten who he was, and didn't dare to admit who he was. He was like a... black户 (unregistered resident).

"Clap clap clap!!!"

The Demonic Pill took the initiative to run towards this side.

In fact, if you didn't pay special attention to the Demonic Pill's eyes, the Demonic Pill was really a very cute baby image.

Moreover, if you looked at his eyes for a long time, you could actually get used to them.

The Demonic Pill ran to Zheng Fan,

To be precise,

It ran to the front of three people.

The Demonic Pill stretched out his chubby hands,

Like a child who runs to the front and then finds that his dad hasn't caught up, and then runs back to take his dad's hand and pull him forward.

The Zheng Fan wearing the hoodie on the left reached out,

The Zheng Fan wearing the armor on the right also reached out,

Only Zheng Fan himself didn't dare to move.

But the Demonic Pill didn't touch their hands,

But was continuing to wait for Zheng Fan.

You... are waiting for me?

Zheng Fan couldn't believe it. At this time, he was like he had fallen into a swamp, and he really couldn't believe that someone would reach out to grab him.

In fact, everyone has their own sensitive period. No matter how strong a man or woman is on the outside, after encountering some stimulating events or after emotions accumulate to a certain degree, they will also lie in bed alone and silently cry at night. At that moment, the usually rough nerves seem to become extremely sensitive.

Zheng Fan was in this state now. He was still Zheng Fan, but he was extremely fragile at this moment.

"Ba... Ba..."

The Demonic Pill was urging.

Finally,

Zheng Fan reached out his hand tremblingly,

The Demonic Pill took the initiative to move forward and grabbed Zheng Fan's hand.

He,

Chose me?

In an instant,

A feeling of being recognized immediately struck, as if light had reappeared in his world.

The previous timidity, fear, and anxiety all began to dissipate at this time;

Also dissipating were the two selves beside him.

One can't recognize Mount Lu's true face, only because one is in the midst of the mountain;

When Zheng Fan was pulled to his feet by the Demonic Pill,

When Zheng Fan's eyes suddenly opened again,

When there was no longer sentimentality in his vision,

He regained reality.

Recalling his previous fragility, he even felt a little ridiculous.

What happened to me?

How could I have such ridiculous thoughts?

Was this still me?

If the Blind One and the others knew, they would really die laughing.

Zheng Fan stood up straight,

And even subconsciously wanted to cover up his previous gaffe,

Laughing dryly twice,

Then stretching.

In an instant,

The qi and blood that had been restless for a long time in his body instantly became docile at this time, and began to flow and circulate in an orderly manner.

The threshold that had been stuck on Zheng Fan's realm was broken through in such a logical way.

There was no earth-shattering surge of air,

Nor was there any howling wind under the wilderness.

There was,

Only a faint black light flashed out of Zheng Fan's body, so fast that it was impossible to capture.

Even Zheng Fan himself

Didn't notice that he had actually "advanced" so quietly at this time?

However, the feeling of refreshing comfort that suddenly struck him still made Zheng Fan feel extremely comfortable.

Upstream, the Chu people's screams were still coming non-stop. Zheng Fan yawned, not feeling excited, but not feeling very cruel or terrible either.

When each army goes on an expedition, it is actually prepared to kill and be killed. What is so strange about this?

Turning around, looking at the Wangjiang River water that had been dyed red by the blood of the Chu people upstream, Zheng Fan couldn't help but kneel down by the riverbank,

Burying his face directly into the river water,

After a long time,

He finally raised his head,

And sat up straight again.

"Huff... Huff..."

Zheng Fan breathed heavily while wiping the water droplets on his face.

Turning his head,

He found Tian Wu Jing standing not far away,

Zheng Fan couldn't help but laugh:

"My lord, this river water is flavorful now!"

...

After the alliance was concluded, the Chu people left the city;

King Jingnan gave an order to slaughter the 40,000 Chu army prisoners of war, and the blood dyed the Wangjiang River red.

The news spread to Yanjing,

The court was furious,

The Yan Emperor was furious;

Immediately,

Two edicts were issued,

One was sent to the State of Chu, expressing apology;

The second was sent to Yupancheng, rebuking Tian Wu Jing for being tyrannical and arrogant, and stripping him of his title as a king;

King Jingnan changed back to,

Marquis Jingnan.