Chapter 395 The dust has settled [ask for a monthly ticket! ]

"Soldiers who, deception also!"

"Do you understand?"

When Wang Rulin saw Monk Yuansheng shatter the enemy's hope of a comeback, he once again revealed his evil and crazy smile.

"This kid only studied with me for seven days at first, and he cried and shouted that he wanted to become my disciple. I said that you are from Jilei Temple, and the monk is my best friend, how can I take his disciple? Having said that, I actually just think that his talent is mediocre and he is not qualified to inherit a single move from me. I didn't expect that just those few days of teaching would make him so much better. I will open a school to speed through the battle for the city in seven days. What do you think of the prospects?"

"..."

Faced with his arrogance, everyone could only remain silent.

Liang Yue's previous success could be attributed to his own talent, and had little to do with Wang Rulin. But Monk Yuansheng's performance was clearly his own technique, beyond doubt.

Even Master Yun shook his head repeatedly, "We at Jilei Temple really can't train such a disciple."

From the tone, I couldn't tell whether it was admiration or disgust.

"Alas." Taoist Feng suddenly sighed, "In fact, we have always felt that if you were there in the first battle to capture the city, we would have won more easily. Maybe this is why Zanhua Ni has always hated you."

"Yun'er..." Wang Rulin turned around and glanced behind him.

Zanhua Ni and Zui Qingyi were standing not far away. They seemed to have sensed something. Zanhua Ni lowered her eyes and met Wang Rulin's gaze.

After their eyes met, she said calmly: "As expected of your disciple, I am so shameless."

Wang Rulin's eyes were filled with tenderness, "Yun'er, you finally praised me again after all these years."

Taoist Feng looked at him in confusion, "You call this a compliment?"

"I've told you many times, don't call me Yun'er anymore. I will kill you before I'm disgusted to death by you." Zanhua Ni frowned.

Wang Rulin held his chest with his hands, "Yun'er, are you saying that you want to live and die with me?"

Taoist Feng was surprised. "What do you mean by this?"

Finally, Zanhua Nun could no longer bear it, and she raised her palm, and a ray of light hit Wang Rulin's chest through the air, knocking him hundreds of feet away, scaring the spectators in the distance and causing them to scream and retreat.

Wang Rulin was still shouting in the air: "Yun'er, you hit my chest but not my face. It seems that after all these years, you still like my appearance more!"

Taoist Feng: “…”

Zen Master Yun: “…”

Hairpin Flower Nun: “…”

Zui Qingyi couldn't help but shook his head, "You know him, and you've let a toad crawl on your feet in this life."

Zanhua Ni was silent for a while, and could only say: "Let him go. He has made great contributions in this battle to capture the city. There is no need to bear a grudge against him for what happened in the past."

It is undeniable that Wang Rulin did make great contributions to Yin State’s victory in this battle to capture the city.

Feng Nanjue is a monster-level existence. He is not even twenty years old and has reached the seventh realm. Even if someone from the previous generation comes, it is impossible to defeat him.

He was actually defeated head-on by Liang Yue.

Liang Yue was the one who was pushed forward by Wang Rulin in the battle to capture the city. A year ago, he was just an ordinary guard of the Imperial Capital Guard. No matter how talented he was, he would not work hard for the battle to capture the city.

This is indeed thanks to Wang Rulin.

And the final winning blow, the classic backstab position, no one would believe that Wang Rulin hadn't taught him.

A few months ago, Yuansheng was still a simple child who had just left Jilei Temple. All the changes happened after he studied with Wang Rulin for a few days.

Master Yun still doesn’t know whether this decision was right or wrong.

Letting Yuansheng follow Wang Rulin to practice might help them win the battle to capture the city in the short term, but in the long run, would it ruin a generation of Jilei Temple?

he does not know.

...Xiao Ting knew that they had lost.

I thought Xiao Muyun had the ability to turn the tide, but I didn't expect these Yin people to be so despicable at such a young age, and they actually ambushed her there and tricked her.

Xiao Muyun fell down, and Xiao Ting stood up suddenly, squeezing out a few words from between his teeth: "Yang State has been defeated, let someone go in to heal the wounds."

Not to mention how much preparation they had made for this battle to capture the city, he had just offended the God of War, and Xiao Muyun had used the magic methods, but they still didn't win.

The fight was quite ugly indeed.

On the Yin State side, Xu Zhan'ao stroked his beard and smiled, "Victory and defeat are common in the military, everyone should take it easy."

There's nothing wrong with what you said, but it sounds a bit sarcastic when it comes out of your mouth.

Jiuyang has never won a battle to capture a city.

Victory and defeat are common in the military. Does that mean you often win and I often lose?

Princess Yu Shi's expression was also not very good, but not as gloomy as Xiao Ting, because she also had her own plans for the Canglong tribe.

After the Wood Wolf Tribe's territory was occupied, the Blue Dragon Tribe took in the largest number of its people and resources, which led to its unprecedented prosperity today. If the battle to capture the city is won, these people will definitely return to their homeland, and the Blue Dragon Tribe will inevitably suffer.

The current situation is not entirely bad for them.

In fact, the Nine Yangs have never been truly united.

Every time there was a war with the Southern Dynasty, the nine tribes of Yang State had their own ulterior motives. Not only did they have to fight the enemy, but they also had to intrigue with each other. When there was no major war between the North and the South, small frictions between the tribes did not stop.

Although Huanshen Peak can command all the departments, it is only a big plan. When it comes down to it, each department has its own plans.

Of course, there were also factors of the secret efforts of Yin State spies, but the most important thing was the system of nine ministries establishing a country, which made it impossible for them to achieve absolute unity.

Feng Fu's face turned pale. He stood up and swayed a bit. It seemed that he was hit hard.

The battle to capture the city was more than just a way for him to vent his anger.

Feng Nanjue has been looking forward to his growth for many years, and the people of Jiuyang are looking forward to his growth. If he can crush the genius of Yin Kingdom this time and win glory for Jiuyang, then he will be the heir of the God of War, and he will be unrivaled.

His status as a father will also rise, and his voice in various departments will be greatly increased.

He can rely on his father when he is young, on his wife when he is middle-aged, and on his son when he is old, and live a life of ease with both the elderly above him and the young below him.

It seems that Feng Nanjue had been building up momentum for so long, but it was shattered by Liang Yue as soon as he came out of the mountain. If he wants to have such an opportunity again in the future, he will probably have to wait for a few more years.

Feng Fu's personal step also disappeared.

So when she walked down from the viewing platform, Princess Yu Shi didn't even look at him again.

Feng Fu was stunned for a long while, but he followed closely and asked, "Princess Yushi, although we lost the battle to capture the city, Feng Nanjue's contribution was not small. Look at my regent..."

"After all, the position of regent must be popular. Brother-in-law, you are still a little inexperienced in the Canglong tribe, so it's hard to say." Princess Yushi said leisurely as she walked without looking back, "But don't worry, I will still lobby a few elders to get them to support... you, Feng Fu."

On the Yin Kingdom side, three old men slowly walked down from the viewing platform.

Xu Zhan'ao was about fifty years old, and he was the youngest among them. He was a dozen years younger than Cao Wujiu, and less than half the age of Qi Kunlun. So when he stepped down, he walked last in a polite manner.

Cao Wujiu in front suddenly turned around and said to him, "Now that the battle to seize the city is over, Minister Xu no longer needs to handle the follow-up matters. You should return to the capital as soon as possible."

"Oh?" Xu Zhan'ao raised his head. Normally, if he won a battle, he would definitely celebrate. He was in charge of the entire battle to capture the city, so he should be present. But from what Cao Wujiu said, there must be something waiting for him.

So he asked, "But what's the important matter in Longyuan City?"

"The capital of God has indeed been in turmoil recently, and Your Majesty is very worried." Cao Wujiu whispered, "But the battle to seize the city is important after all. If things don't go well here, the situation in the capital of God will become even more chaotic. Fortunately, we have won this battle now. You don't know that the mess surrounding this year's imperial examination is not only not resolved, but has become more and more serious... Alas."

"Of course, this is just my guess." Cao Wujiu added: "Your Majesty is not rushing you. After all, the affairs of the territory are more important than anything else. But if Minister Xu returns earlier, Your Majesty will be very happy."

"Okay, I'll set off immediately." Now that the dust has settled here, Xu Zhan'ao didn't drag his feet at all, and nodded directly, "Thank you, Eunuch Cao."

(End of this chapter)