When Yao Ruoyu woke up, he was already in the dormitory of King Wen’s Mansion in Diaoyu City.

As soon as he woke up, he felt weak all over his body, as if every cell in his body had been squeezed out all his strength. Not to mention moving, he didn't even have the strength to speak, so he could only lie silently with his eyes open.

After a while, there was a sound of footsteps outside the house. Then Su Mei and Chen Xiang, two women, took the basin and towel and tiptoed in. Su Mei picked up the towel and soaked it in hot water. After squeezed it dry, she turned her head to the edge of the bed. She was about to wash Yao Ruoyu's face when she suddenly saw that the latter had opened her eyes and looked at her. She was surprised and said, "Prince, you are awake!"

He hurriedly said, Yao Ruoyu said in a slight voice: "How many days have I been sleeping?"

"You have been sleeping for three days and three nights," Chen Xiang quickly snatched it up, wiped her tears in surprise, and said happily, "I'll inform Lord Xu and the others now." As she spoke, she had already thrown away the basin and ran out with her skirt.

Under Su Mei's service, Yao Ruoyu finally sat up from the bed, let the other party wash himself, and asked slowly: "Does the Mongolian army still come back?"

While cleaning his cheeks, Su Mei replied: "No, after the great victory that day, the Mongolian army left and said that they had returned to Chongqing Prefecture."

Yao Ruoyu nodded silently, waiting for the other party to wash himself. After recovering some strength, he also stood up on the edge of the bed, changed his clothes, and then closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing silently to restore his vitality.

However, before he could recuperate, the door of the house had been knocked open. Cai Xudong, Li Huan, Han Yiqi and others ran in excitedly, followed by Xu Xuanrong, Song Kai, Zou Buyi and others. As for Yang Renjie, Fu Feng and others, they were mostly still in the military camp.

When everyone was very happy to see Yao Ruoyu awakening, they were very happy. No matter what, although Xi Shi was still in charge, they always felt that they lacked some confidence without Yao Ruoyu.

While Hou Jingru cast a spell to check his body, Yao Ruoyu also asked about the current situation of the Song and Meng war.

According to Song Kai, Hulagu and Alibuge are currently fighting fiercely with the Song army on Jiangxi Road. Kublai Khan has led a large army to reinforce. Mengge is in Chongqing Prefecture, and all the prefectures and counties in Chongqing Prefecture Road have been occupied by Mongolia.

However, although he defeated the Mongolian army that day, Wenbang also suffered a lot of losses. In fact, if Yao Ruoyu had not defeated Mengge, he would have been afraid that the outcome of the battle between ordinary people below the seventh level was still unknown.

Because of this, Xu Xuanrong and others had never thought of taking the opportunity to attack Chongqing Fulu. Yao Ruoyu nodded in agreement when he knew about it. Although he had gained a lot in attacking Jin before, it was also a trauma for the Literary and Art Army. After that, he had no rest to come to Yuzhou to fight the Mongolian army. It can be said that the entire Literary and Art Army is exhausted and has no spare energy to continue fighting.

Nodding slightly, Yao Ruoyu said in a deep voice: "Since King Chu, King Yue and others have already rushed back, the outcome between Song and Meng is still unknown. We can take this opportunity to rest and recuperate. We will hurry up and replenish the various military sources of the Literary and Art Army first."

This is the matter of the Ministry of War, and Song Kai nodded immediately.

Yao Ruoyu suddenly thought of something and asked: "Has Mongolia arranged a large army outside Yuzhou?"

"Since you know that we can't continue fighting, how could they not know?" Xu Xuanrong curled his lips and said with a mocking voice.

It took a long time since Xu Xuanrong to mock him. Yao Ruoyu couldn't help but be stunned, smiled bitterly, and nodded: "Okay, let the Anbu continue to investigate the situation in Chongqing."

Then Yao Ruoyu issued several orders, first of which was to arrange personnel from the six ministries to take over the cities of Gansu Province. Among them, Mu Jing, who was a Confucian, served as the governor of Minzhou Prefecture, and Chen Butian, the former assistant of Wanyan Lieyan, served as the chief clerk.

Then it happened that Deng Yitong, Ma Shoucai and others entered the Sixth Ministry. Because a large number of people were transferred to Gansu Road, there were many positions vacant in the Sixth Ministry.

Among them, Deng Yitong and Ma Shoucai served as directors of the Military Orders Department of the Ministry of War and the Auditors Department of the Ministry of Personnel. Fan Hu and Mu Lie joined the Black Dragon Army and the other went to Liangshan Fortress to replace Wang Li as commander. Others from the San Francisco Group also had their own arrangements.

There is also Wanyan Bingluan, Wanyan Peacock entered Tiance Mansion to serve as a guest minister. Wanxiang, Jin'an, Pu Fu and others who were originally in the Senate Mansion also entered the six ministries and other trivial matters.

After some arrangements, Yao Ruoyu was a little tired, and everyone was tactful and left, allowing Yao Ruoyu to continue to rest.

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At the foot of Jinyun Mountain, Long Cheng raised his head and looked at the top of the mountain in confusion.

Half an hour ago, Ding Yanzhi suddenly called him and brought three thousand Mongolian soldiers to the place. However, after instructing the army to block the entire mountain, Ding Yanzhi did not let himself follow and climbed the mountain on foot alone.

Frowning, Long Cheng murmured: "We came here in college before, why did Brother Ding suddenly have the interest to come alone?"

Long Cheng was confused, and suddenly trembled all over and looked at the top of the mountain in horror. Just now, a terrifying pressure that was completely inconsistent with his body and soul suppressed was suddenly transmitted from the top of the mountain. Even though he was already in the third level of the Sixth Realm, he actually felt suffocating when facing that pressure.

"Brother Ding?" I thought something was wrong. Long Cheng was about to teleport to the top of the mountain when he suddenly heard bursts of laughter coming from the top of the mountain that was sank into the sea of ​​clouds. The sound was extremely familiar to him, and it was Ding Yanzhi who had just climbed the mountain alone.

Long Cheng, who had rarely seen Ding Yanzhi laugh so disobediently, was shocked, but he was relieved. Something good must have happened to him, the senior who could make him laugh so happily.

On the top of Jinyun Mountain, Ding Yanzhi, carrying the Zhuxian Sword, looked at the cave heaven that had just opened in front of him with a smile. This cave heaven was far inferior to the one where the Seven Saints Martial Arts were in the Fengxue Sacrificial Mountain back then, and its area was only more than ten feet long and wide.

Just staring at the long sword locked in the middle of the cave by countless talisman chains, the joy in Ding Yanzhi's eyes was hard to hide.

One of the four swords of the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

Snapping the Immortal Sword!

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Wu Long.

Wulong County, which was once quite prosperous during the Song Dynasty, is now full of depression, and most of the travelers are in a hurry. Occasionally, when acquaintances meet, they will only talk in a low voice, and then leave in a hurry, not daring to stay on the street for a long time.

At this moment, teams of Mongolian soldiers wearing strong and holding sharp swords can be seen patrolling back and forth everywhere in the streets of the entire county town. Women from all households have to stay at home. If they insist on going out, they will also apply mud to their faces, for fear of being snatched away by Mongolian soldiers on the street.

Fortunately, these storms did not affect the shabby alleys in the west of the city. The ones living here were originally mud legs. There was no rich man during the Song Dynasty. Now that Mongolia ruled the city, there was no interest in them at all.

There is about a hundred steps to walk into the alley, and there is a three-fork intersection. An old willow tree is planted in the middle of the fork. The people in the alley gather here to chat and have fun when they are free. From time to time, they can see little babies wearing snots and bellybands laughing and chasing back and forth.

At this time, more than a dozen old men and women gathered under the old willow tree. They talked about the Mongols' occupation of Wulong now. Those who had served in the past would pat their thighs and curse the Mongols. Others were farmers in their early years, and Lifu, the lower-ranking old men, were not interested at all, but were interested in discussing whether the Song Dynasty would fight back.

Hearing their discussion, a lame old man with a crutch knocked on the stone steps in anger and said annoyedly: "Of course I will fight back! Our Song Dynasty is the largest country in China, so how can we tolerate these Mongolian barbarians go wild!"

"Okay! Old Pizi, they won't come back!" An old lady held an apple full of wormholes and chewed her mouth with a smile, and said angrily, "Even if she comes back, what does it have to do with us?"

An old man smiled and said, "I heard from someone that the King of Chu had no intention of coming to save us. After returning from the northwest, he ran to Hangdu. Hey, how could he treat us as human beings!"

"Oh, it's a pity that our master is a good man. You said that people like him cannot go anywhere, but for us, I fought with the Mongolians all the way to Chongqing Prefecture. What a pity!"

An old man in shabby clothes clenched his nose and cursed with a smile: "There is that prince of Wenbang, which is also pretty good. It has nothing to do with him when we are suffering from the Song Dynasty. You are here to help. If there weren't many Mongolians, he might be able to help us fight off the Mongolians."

"Oh, old Zou, what's the point of saying this?" An old man smiled, "If you lose, you'll be in charge of the Mongols. Anyway, how should we live this way."

A group of old people laughed. They were all mud legs, and they were all people who could not be at the bottom. The country was righteous and the war was in trouble. As long as they were not burned, they would not care.

To put it bluntly, what do the people care about? Isn’t they just able to live? Anyway, they are still alive, who cares about such a mess?

A group of people were laughing and laughing, while several retired veterans lowered their heads and murmured at the well-known generals and troops of Chongqing Prefecture, but they themselves knew that the Song Dynasty had abandoned them long ago.

After joking for a while, when it was getting late, everyone left and went home for dinner. The old Zou who had interjected a few words had been slid into the old wine from Widow Shao's house, chanted the old wine rumor, and returned to his house slowly.

The house is very old, with several holes leaking on the roof. It would be fine if it was sunny. If it rained one day, I would probably have a flood in Jinshan.

When he walked into the room, the old Zou, who was originally drunk, suddenly stood up straight, looked outside carefully, closed the door and ran into the room.

As soon as he pushed the door open, Old Zou Tou saw the second-class elder black dog who was once Wulong, sitting in the corner of the wall, with a pile of empty wine jars beside him.

Even Old Zou was also an alcoholic. When he smelled the almost stinky smell of alcohol in the house, he was still very smoked. He opened the window to make a quick breath. He walked to the old black dog and laughed and scolded, "Can you drink less? That little brat gave me the money, and I secretly bought back the wine with all kinds of caution. You can finish drinking it alone?"

The old black dog, who was once considered the number one figure in Wulong, raised his eyelids, looked at Lao Zou's head and closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Shaking his head, Old Zou walked to the bed, carefully took out a letter from under the bedding, looked carefully, and after confirming that he remembered correctly, he stuffed it back under the bedding.

The old black dog, who opened his eyes, watched his series of actions coldly, and suddenly sneered: "So that kid is really the current King Wen?"

He suddenly spoke, and Old Zou was startled, glared at him in anger, then nodded with some reservations, and the old black dog immediately smiled bitterly. What could he say? He had a good vision back then? He could see the extraordinaryness of that kid?

Seeing that the old black dog was not speaking, Old Zou had no choice but to return to the table, touched the teapot and took a sip, and said, "That kid sent someone to spread the news to me. At most, he would snatch Chongqing Prefecture from the Mongolians in three months."

"Get back?" The old black dog narrowed his eyes and sneered, "When did Chongqing Mansion become his family?"

"Whose family has anything to do with you?" Old Zou said angrily, "Since the Song Dynasty has given up on us, what's the use of loyalty?"

Seeing the old black dog silent, Old Zou also softened a little and sighed: "Tell me the truth, not only me, but now there are people in every county and spreading news. After three months of believing it, every Song people here will grit their teeth when they mention Song Dynasty?"

The old black dog was stunned and lowered his head with a loss. Seeing this, Old Zou stopped talking, but just held the teapot and slowly hummed the song that the boy hummed a few years ago when he was fine.

"Who said that there is no spring in mud legs, and it is the master of the family, chuckling, chuckling, chuckling."
Chapter completed!