Chapter 422 Let's Go and Take a Look Together

Great Zhou, Jizhou, Sword Dragon Pass.

Zhou Zhang, or Mu Qingshan, was sitting at the entrance of the meeting hall.

It was already late, and there was no candlelight in the room. The manor was deep and secluded.

Only a ray of starlight shot into the open gap of the mansion gate and landed on the long saber that was inserted into the ground.

As a result, under the starlight, the blade of the saber refracted a white light that was as pure as snow.

It was a very ordinary knife.

The snow-white saber was covered with indentations after being slashed. A red tassel hung on the old wooden saber hilt. Although it had been cleaned clean, it had gone through the baptism of time, and the color on it was somewhat dim.

It has a good name to listen to at dusk.

It also had a famous owner, Yuan Guilong.

It had sliced down the lintel of countless immortals and drank the blood of countless hundreds of thousands of people.

But now, it stood there quietly, like a sculpture that had been silent since ancient times; It was also like a demon imprisoned in endless time, waiting to be lifted up again to drink the blood it should have drunk, but it was unable to.

Mu Qingshan stared at the saber and stared at the saber.

So much so that his eyes seemed to glow with saber light.

Squeak.

A light sound came from outside the door. The door of the meeting house was pushed open from outside. An armored Mu Liang stepped in, his footsteps heavy like a heavy hammer beating a drum.

"Qingshan, the Imperial Court's memorial has arrived. It has cut Jizhou's pay by another 30,000." Said the middle-aged man who had spent half his life in the army.

Having said that, Mu Liang frowned slightly. Ever since the new emperor ascended to the throne, The days of the Great Zhou people were better, However, the days of their Mu Clan Army were getting worse and worse. It was only a short year. This was the third time the Imperial Court had ordered them to cut their salaries. They had cut the Mu Clan Army's salaries by more than 100,000 taels. Although this amount was not enough to hurt their bones and muscles, it also hindered the expansion of the Mu Clan Army that they had prepared.

Putting all this aside, the most important thing was that the Sacred Heart revealed behind this matter was not there. It was truly unsettling.

At this time, Mu Qingshan, who was sitting on the main seat, suddenly stood up. He took the letter from Mu Liang's hand and said, She swept her gaze around casually and then said, "Just cut it. The Mu Clan Army and Tiance Prefecture are one. In addition, Big Yellow City's Lin Yuguo has almost monopolized half of Great Zhou's military and government. If Yuwen Nanjing really can rest assured of us, then her actions as an emperor would be a bit too stupid."

At this point, Mu Qingshan walked over to Mu Liang and stared at the man in front of him with a smile. "She knows that she should restrain our authority. This is a good thing. At the very least, it means that Junior Sister Qin is not as stupid as I imagined."

Mu Liang was slightly stunned. He also looked at the newly appointed Northern Region King who had taken over the Mu Clan Army for less than two years.

He is very young, look at his early twenties.

But sometimes, Mu Liang could see some of Mu Ji's shadows from his body.

Deep, gloomy, and taciturn, he was always able to understand the crux of the matter. From the faint disobedience of the Mu Clan's army at the beginning to the fact that he was now submitting to Mu Qingshan, the young man in front of him had only used a few short months to accomplish this.

Of course, this was good. Mu Qingshan had sufficient means to suppress General Mu and train the Mu Clan Army.

But at the same time, the situation in Great Zhou seemed to be calm, but even Mu Liang, who was at the border of Jizhou, could smell the calm, and there were plenty of storms brewing in the next round.

He was a little afraid that the last man of the Mu Clan would follow Mu Ji's old path.

For the sake of this dynasty, for the sake of the so-called living beings, he had to pay an unbearable price.

He had seen too many situations like this. From the death of the Old Mu King to Mu Ji, who had been slaughtered by Madam Mu as a usurper, to Mu Ji, who had destroyed 200,000 Great Xia cavalry, the Mu Clan had experienced too much betrayal and had paid too much for it.

He didn't want this to happen again.

Therefore, he met the gaze of the young Beijiang King and said in an extremely low tone, "The officials of the Great Xia Empire have already accumulated hundreds of thousands of troops on the border. They will definitely invade in the autumn."

"Don't worry, they won't be able to pass the Sword Dragon Pass." Mu Qingshan interrupted with a smile.

"Yuwen Nanjing has established Linglong Pavilion as an Orthodox Church. Tiance Prefecture's status is deteriorating. The matter of cutting down the vassal state has only just begun. I'm afraid our plans to expand the army will be hampered." Mu Liang continued, narrowing his eyes. Something was burning inside.

"Why do you want me to repeat my old trick? I guess even if Jiang Zhichen is so stupid, Li Yulin won't fall for it again." However, Mu Qingshan did not seem to understand what Mu Liang meant, and his face still carried a smile.

The man over forty finally couldn't stand this kind of probing and avoiding. His gaze became gloomier and gloomier at that time. He stared at Mu Qingshan like a desperate wolf. He stared at the head wolf that looked like a horse's leader. "So what if he can hold on? Can Yuwen Nanjing let us go?"

"No." Mu Qingshan's answer came quickly and confidently. "She didn't do it for the sake of cutting down the vassal state, nor for the sake of any imperial power. I know very well the temperament of my junior sister. She just wants us to be buried with Xu Han."

Mu Liang was stunned. He did not expect Mu Qingshan to have seen all of this so thoroughly.

But this also made him even more confused. He said again, "The Mu Clan has already paid enough for Great Zhou."

"So?" The smile on Mu Qingshan's face spread out like spring.

"Perhaps we can" Mu Liang almost blurted out, but he was still unable to say anything.

It was something that had been embedded in his soul, something branded by the Mu Clan. His heart wanted to discard something like him, but his soul was saying to him, "No."

So he fell silent.

Mu Qingshan saw his struggle.

He smiled and walked in front of his uncle. He patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, we won't die by Great Zhou's hands."

Then, Mu Qingshan and Mu Liang crossed over.

He stepped forward and walked in front of the long saber.

He stretched out his hand and gently scratched the snow-white blade with his fingertips. Finally, he landed on the wooden hilt of the blade.

He held it in his hand.

Clang!

A saber cry resounded. He looked at the saber. The blade reflected his face, and the eyes in the saber looked at him.

He said, "I still have to go take a look."

"Let's go see who took his palace!"

"Who is it? Kill the owner of this saber!"

At this point, he turned around and looked at the man who was still in a daze.

The corners of his mouth curled up, "Let's go and see."

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