Chapter 178 Change of Heart

You can do things in a hurry, but you can't panic.

At the same time, people must also learn to be self-aware.

So, even if Uncle Zheng knows that he is really famous among the Yan army and is a popular person in front of Jingnan Marquis, in the final analysis, he is not a member of the Jingnan army." Aboriginal".

When Chen Yang Renjuan and other generals faced him, who came from behind, they were polite and agreed with him, but after all, it was not a friendship that was once stirred in a big pot and eaten with a spoon. In fact, they were still friends. There is such a vitality.

Furthermore, the truly unique figure in the Jingnan Army, including the entire Eastern Expeditionary Army at the moment, is Tian Wujing.

Therefore, when Tian Wujing did not come forward to give the order and the king's order was not given, if he wanted to mobilize the entire army around him, it would be too underestimated the military discipline under Tian Wujing's rule. Well-educated.

However,

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

So, at this time, "support" must appear.

When I first opened my studio in my previous life, it was very difficult to run it. When I was in the most difficult situation, everyone had no living expenses;

Zheng Fan took everyone in the studio to a nearby place. I worked as a real estate agent in the sales department of a certain real estate development, earning 200 yuan per person a day and including a lunch.

This was how I got through that difficult time.

This time, the shill Zheng Fan was looking for was Li Fusheng.

Zheng Fan's "performance" is very exciting,

But if you want to be like the Marquis of Jingnan, wearing a gilt armor and a majestic appearance, you can get unconditional success by just one stop. It was obviously impossible to follow. Even though he had used his own energy and blood to transmit the voice higher and farther when he shouted earlier, most of the Yan Army soldiers were actually still hesitating.

Especially the general soldiers of the Jingnan Army were a little confused.

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

The Chu people were snatching food and had been hungry for many days. They were already weak and had removed their weapons. Now they were in a mess again. In front of the elite cavalry that had truly become an organization, It's really no different than a bunch of lambs huddled together.

Li Fusheng's cavalry crashed directly into the Chu people, waving their sabers and trampling on them with iron hoofs. For a while, the Chu people wailed across the field.

The rest of the Yan army took the initiative to break away from the formation and march out to join. Slowly, group after group, piece after piece of Yan army cavalry began to gather towards the Chu people from several directions. The position launched a charge.

This is actually another form of "soldier roar",

It refers to the spontaneous mass reaction of soldiers on a large scale without an order from the top.

The senior officials, including the generals and generals, seemed a little constrained.

On the one hand, they did not receive military orders, they only saw Zheng Fan riding Pixiu there and calling on everyone to kill prisoners. The military sense of order imprinted in their bones made them reluctant to follow Zheng Fan's orders at this time;

Therefore, these generals did not restrain their subordinates in a timely and effective manner at this time, and chose a default posture.

In short,

the rhythm,

was brought up.

The Yan army raised their butcher's knives and frantically slashed at the Chu people who were running away with their heads in their hands.

Zheng Fan, who caused this turmoil,

did not dive headlong into it again, like Li Fusheng, to enjoy this so-called bloody feast.

Anyway, now it’s a foregone conclusion that I can’t make a move;

Then let yourself take a break and be pretentious for a while.

The blade of the knife dropped downwards, and the blood drops on the blade fell bit by bit. The Pixiu under the crotch turned its head and looked at Zheng Fan on its back. It actually wanted to go in and play. , but I don’t know why my “brother in trouble” suddenly became quiet at this time.

The screams of the Chu people were endless, not to mention pleasant, but Uncle Zheng, who had experienced countless battles, was already used to it.

Raised his head,

looking into the distance,

in his heart,

I did not receive this from King Jingnan at first. The shock and panic I felt when I gave the order.

On the contrary, I felt a little relaxed and a little floating.

This is a very strange feeling. I can’t say I like it, but I don’t find it annoying either.

Pixiu under the crotch tried to take a step forward and walked forward. Seeing that Zheng Fan had no reaction, he walked forward again.

Just when it was about to let go and rush into the crowd to step on people,

Zheng Fan suddenly tightened the reins around its neck.

"Roar!"

Pixiu yelled with some dissatisfaction, but still followed Zheng Fan's instructions, ran away from the battlefield, and went around to the north.

Gradually,

the shouts and screams gradually became lower.

It was not that all the Chu prisoners of war had been killed, even if the four It is not easy to kill all 10,000 pigs in a short time.

The farther away you are, the less noisy you will be.

Pixiu pawed with some dissatisfaction,

Zheng Fan turned over and walked to the riverside.

He imitated Tian Wujing's previous behavior, squatting down by the river, reaching out and grabbing a handful of water, and slapped it on his face.

The water is a little cold and has a slight earthy smell.

Zheng Fan shook his head,

turned back and sat by the river.

I raised my head again and looked at the sunset in the distance, sometimes frowning and sometimes relaxing.

Immediately afterwards, he habitually took out an iron box from his chest. In fact, there was only one cigarette left.

He has not returned to Shengle since the expedition, so he naturally has no more Blind Man cigarettes to replenish. This last one was deliberately kept on his body as a thought.

Lighted the cigarette with a fire stick,

Take a deep breath,

Zheng Fan slowly closed his eyes,

oral Zhong began to slowly exhale smoke.

At this time, Zheng Fan's Pixiu became a little restless and even buried his head uncharacteristically.

Another adult beast slowly came here, and sitting on top was Tian Wujing.

Tian Wujing looked at Zheng Fan's current appearance with very calm eyes.

But there seems to be thunder hidden in the air.

Tian Wujing fell to the ground, walked behind Zheng Fan, and said:

"Feeling uncomfortable?"

When Tian Wujing's voice sounded When the sound came from behind him,

Zheng Fan uncharacteristically did not stand up and salute immediately.

Instead, he naturally stretched out his hand to shake the ashes from his cigarette,

and clicked nod.

"Look at how useless you are."

Nothing can be made without polishing it, so Zheng Fan has always been regarded as his "student" by Tian Wujing.

In fact, no matter what era you are in, the heir to your legacy is often more important than your own bloodline heirs.

Children are just the continuation of one's own bloodline; and the mantle is the transmission of spirit.

After a few generations, no matter how deep the blood relationship is, it will actually fade away, but some spiritual things can often remain fresh for a long time.

It’s just that being Tian Wujing’s “student” seems very wonderful, but the pressure involved is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

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

When he trains you, if something goes wrong, you will be gone.

"Your Majesty, I feel uncomfortable because I find that I don't feel uncomfortable in my heart."

Hearing this answer, Tian Wujing slowly closed his eyes. .

Two men,

one is sitting and

one is standing.

Standing has a high status,

Sitting has a low status;

After a long time,

Zheng Fan suddenly smiled,

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Throwing the cigarette butt into the river,

reached out and grabbed a handful of mud beside him and threw it into the river.

"You don't like it?" Tian Wujing asked.

Zheng Fan raised his head,

looked at Tian Wujing standing behind him,

said:

"Your Majesty, I like to change. Be like you, but I don’t like to be you.”

What I want to be like is you galloping on the battlefield with your cavalry like clouds,

I don’t want to be like you, Tian Wujing, who lives a life of depression that is no different from self-mutilation.

Tian Wujing nodded thoughtfully,

said:

"I know."

"Huh... …"

Zheng Fan adjusted his body silently, changing his sitting position to kneeling on one knee, facing Tian Wujing,

"My lord, please forgive me."

Tian Wujing lowered his body and sat down by the river. Come down.

Looking at Zheng Fan who was kneeling there,

Tian Wujing reached out and patted the place beside him where Zheng Fan was sitting,

"Sit down "Okay."

"Thank you, Lord."

That's it.

The two Pixiu stood side by side and complained. The smaller one was obviously a bit agitated. He looked panicked and lacked confidence;

Just like the two men in front,

one's back was like a majestic mountain, while the other's aura seemed to be suppressed and a little sluggish.

Although General Zheng responded to every call in the Shengle Army, on weekdays in Shengle City, he could even wave his hands to attract enthusiastic cheers from the local people;

But when he was around Tian Wujing, ,

Who can suppress him in terms of momentum?

Of course, there is no need to suppress this.

"Actually, I don't want you to take the same path as me."

Zheng Fan was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

Before, he just wanted to vent his emotions a little presumptuously, so he showed a rare true feeling.

After all, no matter how majestic Tian Wujing is, in Zheng Fan's view, he actually looks like a stern brother of his.

As a younger brother, it is natural for a younger brother to cry, make trouble, and vent his emotions within certain limits.

Of course, this has to be done in a controlled manner.

If you pass it, it will become annoying;

Eunuch Wei once said that the Chief of Ceremonies lacks talents like Zheng Fan.

Because this kind of how to be intimate with the master without breaking the rules is really the most advanced knowledge for these slaves who want to climb up.

In Eunuch Wei’s opinion, Zheng Fan is the master of this Tao.

But how you play is your own business. What Zheng Fan didn't expect was that Tian Wujing actually seemed to want to express his inner feelings at this moment.

This made Zheng Fan instinctively feel a little frightened.

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

Zheng Fan knows that because this road is stained with blood, it cannot be washed away no matter what. and wiped blood.

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

Zheng Fan still couldn't help but ask.Got this sentence.

Silence,

Silence,

Silence...

For a long time,

Tian Wujing’s face showed With a smile, it was not a warm one, but it was not a bitter smile either. There was even a hint of relief, and he said:

"I, the king, have already chosen."

At this time,

The surface of Wangjiang in front of the two people had begun to turn red. That was upstream, and the blood of Chu people flowed into Wangjiang.

Tian Wujing pointed to the upstream direction,

said:

“Go up and have a look, don’t waste it, your layout is huge, but if Without enough courage to fill it, no matter how big the situation is, it will still be empty."

Zheng Fan stood up silently, turned around and glanced at Tian Wujing, who was still sitting by the river. Then, he took steps and started walking upstream.

Tian Wujing's voice sounded again:

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

You don’t have to like it, otherwise you will become like Li Fusheng and go astray;

You can’t be numb. Under numbness, you are not the only one who ignores you. Something I don’t want to see.”

“My lord, what should I do?”

Zheng Fan asked as he walked south along the river.

"You have to learn to adapt."

This is the answer given by Tian Wujing.

The blood in front of you is all fresh. You can see it rolling and soaking in the river surface, and you can seem to smell the smell of blood permeating the air at the tip of your nose.

Zheng Fan adjusted his breathing and walked forward step by step. Tian Wujing's words were still echoing in his mind.

This is an instruction from a tyrannical being who was able to defeat the Juggernaut in a duel.

Zheng Fan naturally knows how important and precious this kind of advice is, so he must not waste it.

The Pixiu belonging to Zheng Fan saw Zheng Fan walking up alone, and instinctively wanted to follow him, but was blocked by the bigger Pixiu next to him.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun,

Zheng Fan walked slowly,

Gradually,

as the upstream swallows The army's killing of the Chu people began to intensify, and the blood on the river began to become thicker and thicker.

It seems that due to the excitement of the scene before him, the energy and blood in Zheng Fan's body began to gradually become restless.

The body of a Chu man floated down the river.

Next, there is the second, third, fourth...

Soon, there is no need to count anymore, because some of them are already unclear.

In the upstream position, the knights of the Yan Army began to chase downstream, using their bows and arrows to shoot and kill those who tried to escape by blending into the river.Chu people.

The water quality of Chu people is generally much better than that of Yan people.

But since the killers have already begun, the Yan people will naturally not be polite, let alone give the Chu people the possibility to escape.

When the knights passed by Zheng Fan, they naturally recognized Zheng Fan and the uncle Hirano.

Seeing that the commander-in-chief who had previously set off a wave of killings and prisoners was actually walking south alone at this time, some knights greeted him, and some knights just slapped the armor on their chests with their sabers as a warning. response.

But after seeing that Zheng Fan seemed to have no time to pay attention to them, and was just walking south with his head buried in thought, these knights did not stop and continued to chase their targets.

When the butcher knife is drawn, it is naturally impossible to stop it in time.

I think back when the Marquis of Jingnan killed his entire family, the soldiers of Jingnan who were red-eyed and under great psychological pressure almost killed the queen as well. .

Fortunately, there are enough Chu prisoners of war here. Even if it is not enough for all the Yan soldiers to cut off a head, it would be really awesome to have their armor splattered with some blood. More than enough.

While walking, Zheng Fan suddenly felt that there seemed to be a shadow beside him.

On the left side of my body, it seems to be walking with me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a man wearing a black sweater with a cigarette in his mouth. His eye sockets were sunken and his knuckles were white.

This person is very familiar, the kind of familiarity that almost breaks through the barrier.

But it is so strange, as if it is a stranger from a long time ago.

No matter how strong the lovesickness is, no matter how much nostalgia, once it is divided into the present and the past, it will become a real world away from each other.

Zheng Fan felt that his vision was starting to become a little blurry.

His perception,

suddenly showed some deviations and confusion;

Who am I?

I am Zheng Fan.

Then me,

Who is Zheng Fan?

The image of myself in the studio working on a manuscript seemed to reappear in my mind. The ashtray was filled with cigarette butts, and there were two buckets of instant noodles in the trash can at my feet.

The curtains are tightly closed, so it is impossible to distinguish between day and night. Because the rhythm of life of sunrise and sunset has long ceased to be mainstream for some people.

"Dong dong dong!"

"Dong dong dong!"

"Ahhhhhh!"

Ear From the side, the sound of horse hooves began to be heard, as well as the shrill screams of Chu people who were shot by arrows in the Wangjiang River.

These voices dragged Zheng Fan out of the whirlpool of memory. He opened his eyes again in a daze, and saw a burst of dust coming towards him.Confused.

"Uncle!"

"Sir!"

From time to time, cavalrymen passing by saluted him, but Zheng Fan just rubbed himself with his hands. eyes and did not respond.

Finally,

his eyes felt much better,

but when he carefully looked to the left side of his body again, he found that the man in a sweatshirt The self is still there;

Still following the frequency of his own pace, walking forward step by step, and there is a smile on his face, this smile is for himself of.

Is it a mockery?

It doesn’t seem like it.

Is it disdain?

No.

On the contrary, it seemed that I saw something interesting and made myself laugh.

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

Furthermore, Zheng Fan did not dare to shift his gaze to the left and began to turn to the right, hoping that there would no longer be any dazzling presence in his field of vision.

But he was wrong,

because only now did he realize that

on his right,

was also standing Holding a person.

This man was covered in blood and wore the same armor as himself. In fact, he was exactly the same as himself now;

The only difference may be the red glow in the other person's eyes. The look of greed and enjoyment in his pupils and face.

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

He felt that he should have entered some kind of mental abnormal state now.

Maybe he was stimulated by his own order to kill prisoners,

It may also be stimulated by Tian Wujing’s previous words,

Or,

It may also be that the emotions and problems that have been accumulated deep in my heart for the past few years have been completely released at this time.

I,

Who am I?

This is a question that many people ask themselves.

But now,

It is a question that Zheng Fan urgently wants to know the answer to.

What a pity,

The blind man is not with him now.

Zheng Fan stopped, lowered his head and squatted down.

In my mind, various pictures began to appear in disorder.

After a while, I was in the ward where I was being euthanized;

After a while, I was standing at the top of the Snow Customs City, looking at the savages who were attacking the city below;

Again, I stood in the roast duck shop, watching Xiao Liuzi looking at me with a smile, holding a roast duck in his hand;

Then,

He found himself againStanding in front of a birthday cake, the friends in the studio sang happy birthday to celebrate their birthdays.

Along with the rapid flipping of the screen, there was an extremely strong feeling of nausea.

"vomit..."

Zheng Fan put his hands on the ground and began to retching violently.

He was in so much pain, his brain hurt so much, his whole body seemed to be being torn apart, and unfortunately, he didn't know where he should go.

The blind man was a psychiatrist in his last life. In fact, the other demon kings are not ordinary people. In terms of character, even the most honest Fan Li, how dare you think he is so honest?

But, maybe this is darkness under the lamp.

After spending a long time with the demon kings, Zheng Fan has actually been making progress and changing himself, allowing himself to adapt to them and at the same time, to the world;

But Zheng Fan is a human being after all.

The demon kings have their own experiences and their own personalities.

Even after the world wakes up, , they have actually been living according to their own nature, and will not accommodate themselves if they can. In short, being happy and doing whatever you want is the most important.

Zheng Fan was forcibly polished in a short period of time. Deep in his heart, he had actually accumulated too many negative emotions, but there was no place to pour them out.

And the demon kings also habitually regarded the increasingly progressive and changing lord as one of their own.

In the darkness under the lamp, even the blind man did not notice Zheng Fan's emotional and psychological changes, so naturally he did not sort out or mediate.

Originally, these problems would not have broken out at this time, because Zheng Fan could still endure it, and his endurance had not yet reached its limit.

But today,

it broke out.

When some cavalrymen passed by Zheng Fan, they shouted "Uncle" or "Sir";

Not long after, they saw their own prince walking behind, and immediately Shouted:

"Your Majesty!"

Tian Wujing followed Zheng Fan,

He had no intention of following him originally,

What he wants is to use this blood energy to allow Zheng Fan to break through the realm of a warrior who is stuck at the seventh level;

He thinks this is not difficult, because Zheng Fan has very good qualifications. high.

But gradually,

Tian Wujing discovered that things seemed to be heading in an unknown direction.

Compared with the anxiety in Zheng Fan's body, Zheng Fan's own thoughts seemed to be in an extremely complicated and painful situation.

This is no longer as simple as breaking through from the seventh level to the sixth level.,

This is,

going crazy.

Becoming obsessed is a dangerous threshold that many martial arts practitioners need to face, but Tian Wujing did not expect that this kind of situation would happen to Zheng Fan at this time, because he really had never heard of it It is said that when one enters the seventh level and enters the sixth level, one will become obsessed with it.

This feeling is like Zhang San stole Li Si’s chicken and needs to go to the Golden Palace to ask His Majesty to judge.

Finally,

Tian Wujing saw Zheng Fan in front of him, holding his head in his hands and squatting on the ground. His body also began to twitch and spasm, and the energy and blood in his body were gradually increasing. Change in an uncontrollable direction.

No matter how military god Tian Wujing is, it is impossible for him to know the secret of Zheng Fan’s "two lives";

So, in Tian Wujing’s view, it may be because of "forced "It was too tight and the methods used were too drastic. Zheng Fan finally couldn't bear the pressure, which triggered signs of collapse.

Just as Zheng Fan felt that Tian Wujing was a bit like his own brother,

Tian Wujing was not really innocent towards this guy who dared to take in his son without hesitation. Think of it as a subordinate;

People,

all have feelings.

No matter how cold a person is, he is still a human being.

The palm of Tian Wujing’s right hand slowly spread out, and blue aura began to slowly emerge from his side.

Everyone knows that King Jingnan of the Yan Kingdom is a second-grade tyrannical martial artist, but few people know that Tian Wujing actually has Taoist abilities, although he does not practice Taoism.

Using Taoist mental methods to forcibly focus and shape the mind was enough to pull Zheng Fan back from his obsessive state.

But,

before Tian Wujing could make any move,

he saw a wisp of black energy coming out of Zheng Fan’s body. Black air, with a smell of filth and filth.

Tian Wujing stopped, his eyes slightly focused, and did not move forward again.

Zheng Fan in front also stopped retching, his body no longer twitched like before, and he even staggered to his feet again.

Everyone has an opportunity.

From Tian Wujing's perspective, he didn't care that Zheng Fan had some little secrets of his own, and as a general in charge of the army, he couldn't be as good as a rural Qi practitioner. Harsh on the distinction between good and evil.

As long as that thing can be useful to Zheng Fan, he doesn't mind the existence of that thing.

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

"It's a bit...interesting."

...

"Jiejie...Jiejie...Jiejie..."

Zheng Fan raised his head in confusion and looked forward.

He saw Magic Pill wearing a bellyband standing there, looking at him.

And by my side,

The two selves, one on the left and one on the right, are still there.

They are also doing the same actions as themselves.

For a moment,

Zheng Fan was a little confused, a little unsure,

Who was calling the magic pill in front of him?

.

When a person loses his or her identity, the fear and uneasiness will be all-round. The sense of alienation is worse than walking on the streets of a city late at night, only to find that there is no place for oneself in this city. The desolation of the place is countless times more intense.

It seems that I am an abandoned child. Although the world is huge, there is no place for me to stay.

Tian Wujing did not take action,

Magic Pill did.

What is Magic Pill's specialty?

He is good at using illusions to draw people into them, and use various things in the illusions to continuously enlarge the loopholes in the soul, and finally let his own Prey collapse and hysteria.

This is the fun of magic pills;

Of course,

In other words,

People who are good at asking questions , first of all, he must first understand the idea of ​​disintegration on a deeper level.

Magic Pill is also very curious.

On weekdays, as long as its "father" is not shot or chopped,

it can walk around leisurely. Hidden in the specially designed groove of the armor and fell asleep.

But while I was asleep,

I suddenly realized something was wrong.

When I woke up, I found myself "Dad" "He actually made a situation for himself, and he was almost trapped in it.

You can die,

but you can be killed by me,

What do you mean by committing suicide?

This was the first thought after Mowan woke up, and after this thought arose, it appeared almost without hesitation, even if there was a statue of Lingmowan standing behind his father. They all felt a bit frightened by the existence of terror.

"Jiejie...Jiejie...Jiejie..."

In Zheng Fan's field of vision, Mowan was still smiling.

Zheng Fan became more and more confused. He even began to hide behind him. He had forgotten who he was and did not dare to admit who he was. He was like a... shady person.

"Bah, bang, bang!!!!"

Magic Pill ran towards this side on its own initiative.

Actually, if you don’t pay special attention to Magic Wan’s eyes, Magic Wan is really a very cute baby image.

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

Magic Pill ran to Zheng Fan,

To be precise,

it ran in front of three people.

Mowan stretched out his chubby hand,

Like a child who ran ahead and found that his father had not followed, so heWhen you run back, you should hold your father's hand and run forward together.

Zheng Fan, who was wearing a sweatshirt on the left, stretched out his hand.

Zheng Fan, who was wearing armor on the right, also stretched out his hand.

Only Zheng Fan himself did not dare to move. .

But Mowan did not touch their hands,

but continued to wait for Zheng Fan.

Are you...waiting for me?

Zheng Fan was a little unbelievable. At this time, he seemed to have fallen into a quagmire. 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-looking a man or woman is, when they encounter something exciting or their emotions accumulate to a certain level, they will lie in bed late at night and The person cried silently, and his normally rough nerves seemed to have become extremely sensitive at that moment.

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

"Put...Put it..."

The magic pill is urging.

Finally,

Zheng Fan stretched out his hand tremblingly.

Mowan took the initiative and grabbed Zheng Fan's hand.

He,

choose me?

In an instant,

A feeling of recognition came over me, as if my world had become bright again.

The previous cowardice, fear, panic and other emotions all began to dissipate at this time;

Also dissipated were the two selves around him.

I don’t know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain;

When Zheng Fan was pulled to his feet by the magic pill,

When Zheng Fan’s eyes When he suddenly opened it again,

when his sight was no longer sentimental,

he regained reality.

Recalling my previous vulnerability, I even felt a little ridiculous.

What happened to me?

How could I have that ridiculous idea?

Is this still me?

If the blind people knew, they would be laughed to death.

Zheng Fan stood up straight,

even subconsciously trying to cover up his previous gaffe,

laughed twice,

In an instant,

the qi and blood that had been restless for a long time in the body suddenly became docile and began to flow in an orderly manner.

The threshold of realm that had been stuck on Zheng Fan before was naturally broken through.

There was no earth-shattering wave of air,

there was no howling wind in the wilds,

there was,

only one A faint black light flashed out from Zheng Fan's body, so fast that no one can catch it.

Not even Zheng Fan himself,

didn’t notice that he had “advanced” in such a low-key manner at this time?

However, the sudden refreshing feeling still made Zheng Fan feel extremely comfortable.

Upstream, Chu people’s screams were still heard. Zheng Fan yawned. He didn’t feel excited, but he didn’t feel how cruel or scary either.

When every army goes to war, they are actually prepared to kill and be killed. Is this so strange?

Turn around and look at the Wangjiang River that had been dyed red with the blood of the Chu people upstream, Zheng Fan couldn't help but kneel down by the riverside,

burying his face directly After entering the river,

it took a long time before

raised his head and

sat upright again.

"Huh... Huh..."

Zheng Fan exhaled loudly while wiping the water drops on his face with his hands.

He turned his head,

only to find Tian Wujing standing there not far away,

Zheng Fan couldn't help but laugh:

"Your Majesty, this river is delicious now!"

...

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

King Jingnan gave an order, Forty thousand prisoners of war of the Chu army were slaughtered, and Wangjiang River was dyed red with blood.

The news reached Yanjing,

the imperial court was furious,

the Emperor of Yan was furious;

immediately,

Two edicts were issued,

one was sent to the Chu State to express apology;

the other was sent to Yupan City to reprimand Tian Wujing for being domineering and arrogant, and to cut off the king's title;< /p>

The King of Jingnan has changed back again,

The Marquis of Jingnan.