Chapter 75: One Technique Determines Everything (Second Update) Enemy tent. Darima had just followed Suruge's order and was preparing to withdraw temporarily when he suddenly heard the sound of rushing water. The sound became louder and louder, gradually becoming deafening, surging like huge waves, approaching rapidly from a distance. When Dalima and others rushed out of the tent and saw the scene, they all felt their scalps tingling and were dumbfounded! That extremely huge flood monster has rushed over. Behind it was a violent storm, lightning and thunder, mixed with the sound of huge waves, like the roar of an ancient giant beast. Wherever it passed, the barracks were destroyed, the soldiers were swept into the rapids, and disappeared in the dark and surging river! The divine art of omniscience... "Get out!" Darima reacted, his eyes were bloodshot, and he yelled, "Everyone, retreat to the high mountains in the south!" But it is already late. "Help me..."
"The flood is coming!" "Run up the mountain quickly..." The flood came in an instant, ruthlessly tearing the earth apart and turning everything into chaos. The waves were surging, with huge amounts of water mist rolling in them, as if countless souls were wailing in them. When the soldiers heard the sound, they rushed out of the tents and saw the water flooding in all directions. They were panicked and ran in all directions, but before they could run out of the camp, they were swallowed up by the torrent behind them, swept up in it, tossed up and down, and drifted with the waves. Inside the camp, countless screams and shouts, along with the rolling waves, echoed between heaven and earth! The tents that were neatly arranged before turned into a vast swamp in the blink of an eye! The spell has been activated. At this point, the Thirteenth Wing no longer cared about the army, and hurriedly took Su Rige and used his lightness skills to rush towards the high mountains in the south. Standing on the top of the mountain, you can overlook the mighty river flowing through the military camp. "A magic that can reach the sky..." Everyone looked at this scene and felt shocked, angry and scared. It was the first time for the new generation of Thirteen Wings to see magic of this level. Such a momentum was more terrifying, more horrifying and more incredible than the elk charge at the beginning. It was a natural force like a mountain torrent and tsunami. The range and power are incredible! Dai Qin's face was filled with horror. "What's going on? The Ming army has another sorcerer who can use the magic of all-powerful magic? Then why didn't they let him come to stop us when we were in danger?" Hai Rigu's face was extremely ugly: "No wonder there has been heavy fog for several days in a row, this fog was also created by him! Just to hide the altar, what a deep thought! What a cruel method! 130,000 troops!" Everyone looked at the tragic scene below, their hearts trembled and they were filled with grief. "National Division!" Darima, Bobai, and Luer all turned pale, and rushed over with their personal soldiers, kneeling before Suruge: "Please, Imperial Master, save my soldiers!" "Ugh……"
Su Rige sighed and shook his head, saying weakly: "The magic has been activated, and it is too late to stop it now. If you want to use magic of this scale to save people again, it will take time and strength, and it will take several days to prepare. But the hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the flood can't wait..." Everyone was shocked again and again. Bo Bai no longer had the arrogance he had before, and said in a trembling voice: "So you just watch the army get trapped and do nothing to help?" "What do you mean, Prince?" Hai Rigu said angrily: "The Imperial Master is not standing by and watching the dying, he is powerless. Why are you forcing me?" Bo Bai ignored him and muttered to himself: "One hundred and thirty thousand troops were destroyed in one fell swoop... Can they still stop the Ming army?" When this question was asked, the faces of the people around him turned pale. "not good!" That day, Song had good eyesight and suddenly noticed that rows of bamboo rafts and wooden boats appeared between Tianshui and the upper reaches of the Baishi River. The number of them was increasing, and soon their flags covered the sky and they were heading straight for the camp. They were the four generals Fu Youde, Lan Yu, Zhao Yong, and Zheng Yuchun, and the 30,000 elite troops they led. The Ming soldiers took advantage of the high ground and sailed down the river at an extremely fast speed. When they were close to the camp, they drew their bows and shot arrows at anyone they saw. Poor Darima's soldiers were still in the flood and were killed by the dense rain of arrows. Countless corpses were floating on the water, and scarlet blood could be seen everywhere. After this first wave of attack, there was the sound of horse hooves, and cavalry and infantry were right behind them. The main force of the Ming Dynasty also arrived. Seeing the smoke billowing in the distance and the neighing of thousands of horses, all the remaining people on the mountain lost the will to resist. Su Rige's face was filled with regret, and he murmured, "We...were defeated..." …… On a high mountain not far away. Wen Zexian, the right guardian of the Five Poison Sect, stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the raging torrent below the mountain, and sighed deeply: "This kid is really cruel... Fortunately, the water didn't flood Qujing, which is a blessing in disguise." "Master." A beautiful girl in Miao costume behind him asked curiously, "Who are you talking about?" "Stop asking." Wen Zexian sighed, "After the flood, corpses piled up like mountains, and plague is likely to occur. You and the believers should watch over them in secret and prevent the plague from spreading. After this battle, the Ming Dynasty will take control of Yunnan. I hope the people in the southern border will live a better life." “It doesn’t matter who comes!” The girl snorted, "Master, why are you helping Ming Dynasty?" Wen Zexian smiled bitterly: "Xiang'er, it's not that Master wants to help anyone, but the Ming Dynasty's southward march is unstoppable. If I don't help, there will be hatred from the 100,000 troops. If the Ming army takes over Yunnan, if they vent their anger, the people's lives will be even more difficult! You have also seen the flood below. How many times do you think Yunnan can withstand it? If it rushes to Qujing instead of the camp, can Qujing City withstand such a flood? If Qujing is like this, what about Kunming? What about Dali? Isn't it just a sin in vain!" The girl was silent for a while, then muttered, "It seems to make sense..." Wen Zexian sighed: "We can tell the character of that kid from this flood. If we just sit back and watch, he might really flood the Five Immortals Sect... It's all because the Eight Arrays Diagram was blind and chose that kid as its master!"
The girl was surprised: "Eight formations?" "All right." Wen Zexian said, "Go down and save them. Remember, when you see someone with the surname Zhao in the future, give him some leeway." "Eh?" Dingxiang had a strange look on her face. She tilted her head and looked at her master, wondering if the old man was upset. …… "It's done." Zhao Wumian fell to the ground in a humiliating manner, with his arms and legs spread out, gasping for breath. The Eight Diagrams dimmed its light. The rest of the people rushed forward to check. Mu Ying took his pulse, Xu Huizu and Tang Ding asked how he felt, and one took out a medicine to replenish qi and nourish the spirit and fed it to Zhao Wumian. He looked more nervous than Chen Xuanli and Bao Buyi. "I'm fine..." Zhao Wumian said, "It's just that my mind and spirit have been damaged too much, and my Kanglong body is backlashing, so I need to rest. As for the three generals, I have been drawing your true energy to offer sacrifices to the heavens in recent days, so you need to recuperate even more." "It doesn't matter." Xu Huizu said: "I thought the sacrifices of the Three Talents Formation would have some fate, but it turns out they are just transferring internal energy. How can we compare with you? Just take a good rest, we will definitely protect you!" This battle was a great victory and saved many soldiers from fighting. Zhao Wumian's contribution is indisputable. Mu Ying took a look at the [Eight Formation Diagram] and said, "I'll keep it for you. If you want to use it, just tell me. Your realm is still low. If you keep it, various assassinations are inevitable. I'm different. Few people should dare to kill me." "it is good." Zhao Wumian smiled and said, "Even if you let me hold it, I can't use it again. This technique is against the harmony of nature. If I use it too much, I will be punished by heaven. My luck is low to begin with. If it happens a few more times, I'm afraid I'll choke to death while drinking water!" The three of them didn't quite understand what he said, but they understood what he meant. The profession of a sorcerer is indeed strange. Those who frequently leak secrets will get sores all over their bodies, not to mention Zhao Wumian, who "harms all living things" by offering sacrifices to heaven and water. He should be honest for a while. Mu Ying put away the Eight Formations Diagram: "The 130,000 main forces have been defeated, so the rest will be much simpler and will not need to be used anymore." "that is!" Xu Huizu said: "My Ming army is not here to eat and do nothing. I don't need you for the rest. Just rest assured." Zhao Wumian was quick to follow the advice. Now that he had accomplished a great feat, he was eager to take a break. Mu Ying summoned his mount "Moyun Diao" to escort Zhao Wumian back to Puding first. Together with Deng Yu, they rested safely under the protection of the Jinyiwei. After that, he turned around and joined the army to start the southern attack on Qujing and give the fallen dog a good beating! Outside Qujing City, the military camp has become a swamp. Darima lost all of his 130,000 elite troops and suffered heavy losses. He was simply unable to resist the Ming army's offensive. Under the attack of four generals including Fu Youde, the Yuan army was defeated and tens of thousands of its soldiers were captured. Seeing that the situation was not good, Su Rige and others were afraid that the Ming army would pursue them, so they took a step forward.
Dalima, Bobai, Lu'er and others gathered the remaining defeated troops and wanted to fight to the death, but were captured alive by Mu Ying. Afterwards, Fu Youde pacified the defeated army and released the captured soldiers to win the hearts of the people of Yunnan. He ordered everyone to return to their homes. The Yi and Miao people were overjoyed to see those who returned, and the Ming army's prestige grew, and they finally pacified Qujing! Fu Youde left Zhao Yong and Zheng Yuchun to guard Qujing, and personally led tens of thousands of elite troops to attack Wusa, where he joined forces with Hu Hai, the Jinyiwei and others to pacify the barbarians. He also sent the left deputy general Lan Yu and the right deputy general Mu Ying to lead their troops to attack Kunming! King Liang believed that Zawalmi's only support was Darima and his 130,000-man army. After Qujing fell, Kunming became difficult to defend. When Bazawalmi heard the news that Darima had been defeated and captured, he fled to Luozuo Mountain with his left chancellor Dade and councilor Jinlu. Mu Ying and Lan Yu led their troops to the Huna Village on the mountain and captured those who were about to commit suicide. At this point, Yunnan had been pacified except for the Dali barbarians who were resisting stubbornly. Great victory in Yunnan! The military intelligence was reported back to the capital, and the government and the public were excited. In the Wenhua Palace, Zhu Biao said with great joy: "If my father had not been in seclusion, I would really like to share this good news with him! Well done, the 130,000-strong army was flooded and Bazawalmi was captured alive. Yunnan was won in one battle, and the remaining Dali will not be able to hold out for long! Yunnan has belonged to China since the Han Dynasty, but not during the Song Dynasty. But now, it has finally returned to the Central Plains. This is a great thing!" "Yes." Yun Qi smiled widely and said, "Your Highness, Yunnan has been basically pacified, and the remaining ones are just minor issues. Should we let the Jinyiwei escort the Duke of Wei and his men back to the capital? It would be a good opportunity to bring back the chieftains of the Wusa tribes as hostages to prevent them from surrendering and then rebelling again." "Do not." Zhu Biao thought about it and shook his head, "Too hasty. Yunnan has just annexed and the people are still undecided. If we let them come to the court right away, the barbarians will be suspicious and flee to the mountain strongholds. They will be in danger and refuse to submit, which will only increase casualties. It is better to pacify them and show them kindness and trust. Over time, they will come to the court." Yun Qi bowed respectfully: "Your Highness is kind and thoughtful." "Regarding all matters concerning Yunnan, we will discuss it with the ministers at the court meeting tomorrow. I believe there will be a proper solution. The only ones left are Duke Weiguo and Zhao Wumian..." Zhu Biao said worriedly, "Duke Wei is injured and in urgent need of recuperation. It's a good opportunity for him to return to the capital. Zhao Wumian doesn't need to take action in the remaining battles. Now, I'm afraid that many people are eyeing him. It's better for him to return to the capital to avoid the limelight. However... I don't know how to reward him for such a great achievement! The first time he used the [Eight Formations], he exerted such power and flooded 130,000 troops. It's incredible!" Yun Qi deeply agreed: "This high opinion is still an underestimate. With such merits, he deserves to be made a marquis, but his age and qualifications are really..." "too young!" Zhu Biao said helplessly, "If he was a little older, or had been appointed to an important position in the Pacification Office earlier, he would have been a marquis. But he is only eighteen years old, and has only been successful for a few months. The previous marquisates were all awarded to those who had fought for several years and had outstanding military exploits. If he is given the title now, the government and the public will definitely not accept it! And those Huaixi nobles are eyeing him covetously... Standing out from the crowd is not a good thing. He is already conspicuous enough, so let's make up for it in other ways." Yun Qi said: "Your Highness means..." Zhu Biao asked, "Are there any other water-related treasures in the Imperial Palace Treasury?" Yun Qi asked, "Your Highness, do you want to reward that mermaid?" Zhu Biao said: "Zhao Wumian's gluttony can devour anything, and both of them can be used. Send him some gifts to show your appreciation, and then ask him what he wants when he comes back." "Um……" Yun Qi thought for a moment and said, "At the moment, the only things that are suitable for their level are... five thousand-year-old water ganoderma." Zhu Biao said, "Take two and send them there. You go there in person." Yun Qi said, "Yes. I will obey your order." …… Shen House.
Embroidered building. After Shen Weiyang finished reading the intelligence sent back from the southwest, he rested his chin on his hand and looked out the window. He was in a daze for a while, then took out a piece of rice paper and began to paint. She was very skilled in painting and painted very quickly. With just a few strokes, she outlined the high platform with gauze curtains. The sky was covered with dark clouds and rivers were flowing on the ground. Between heaven and earth, there was only one person standing on a high platform, with his hair loose and barefoot, holding a feather fan, offering sacrifices to heaven and borrowing water. The man was wearing a black Taoist robe and stood there calmly, his long hair fluttering in the wind. Various details were depicted very accurately, and soon only a human face was left. Shen Weiyang paused for a moment while holding the paintbrush, and carefully added the facial features of the person in the painting. He did not look as fierce as before, but instead had a gentle and gentle feeling that was unique to a sorcerer. "That should be it... 'Like the reincarnation of Wu Hou', is that what it feels like?" Shen Weiyang smiled and nodded: "It's a pity that it's rare to see it at this time, and it's even more of a pity that I didn't see it in person... It's so good this way, it looks easy to bully, not as arrogant as usual!" After Shen Weiyang finished the painting, he was very satisfied with it and just held it up to admire it. She didn't notice at all that there was an old father with a strange look on his face standing at the door of the boudoir behind her. "Alvin!" Shen Weiyang suddenly remembered something, turned around and shouted, but when he turned around, there was no one behind him. "Miss?" Ivan was directing the cook in the small kitchen and ran over breathlessly: "What's going on?" "Send these letters to the Zhao family and to Liuli..." Shen Weiyang looked around for a long time and said helplessly, "Ali seems to have become Liuli's pet and is not home all day! You should go over there. This is some information about Southwest. She must want to see it." "Yes." Aiwen carefully took the letter and quickly left the Shen Mansion. After she walked away, Shen Weiyang turned around and continued to look at the painting. The space distorted and Shen Wansan's figure reappeared. "It seems I have to meet this young man..." Shen Wansan looked at Shen Weiyang who was absorbed in her thoughts. It was obvious that his daughter was moved. This was really rare... On the shelves today, 8,000 words. (End of this chapter)