Chapter 141 The ambitions of the Japanese pirates and the murderous intentions of Mobei! "Li Xingyun, you don't keep your word!" I was immediately lifted up by Quinn's pigtails. Quinn glared at me and said, "If you dare to say another word, I will cut off your tongue first!"I immediately shut up when I saw Quinn with a ferocious look on his face. Then Quinn dragged me into his military tent. Facing me who was only a minor star, Quinn did not take it lightly. He tied me to the table leg with a rope, then took out a piece of paper and a pen and asked me calmly, "Name, purpose, location." I swallowed and said, "I have no purpose. I collect intelligence simply as a hobby." Quinn narrowed his eyes. This Japanese was still playing dumb here. He really had never died. With a whoosh, Quinn threw a dagger out and it stabbed into the table leg behind my head. I was immediately scared to death and my legs went limp. I immediately closed my eyes and said, "I, Fujiwarahara, was ordered by the Emperor to come to the Celestial Empire to collect intelligence. There are a total of 87 strongholds established by the former Tang envoys and myself in the past 30 years, large and small, scattered all over the country." Quinn sneered, "Thirty years of intelligence gathering, haha, what, do you, your little country of Japan, also want to share a piece of the pie of the pie of the remnants of the Tang Dynasty like those Jiedushi?" Fujihara himself immediately shook his head like a rattle and said, "Our country will always be subservient to the Tang Dynasty. I came here on orders to find an opportunity to support the Tang Dynasty." "Supporting the Tang Dynasty? Interesting." A cold laugh came from outside. Li Xingyun opened the big tent and walked in. He slowly took off the mask of Tian Anxing and looked down at Fujiwara and said, "Fujiwara, I didn't expect you to be a noble." Fujihara himself immediately laughed and said, "Your Highness, we are one of us, Your Highness." "Bullshit, our own people." Li Xingyun crossed his arms and said calmly, "Your Japanese envoys to the Tang Dynasty haven't been here for more than ten years. Or they came to our Tang Dynasty but secretly did some shameful things like you." "No, absolutely not!" Fujihara's face immediately changed, and he quickly explained: "Our country is absolutely loyal to the Tang Dynasty!" Li Xingyun watched Fujihara's poor acting coldly, then pulled out the knife that Quinn had stuck on the table and slashed Fujihara's ear hard, "Ah!"
Fujihara screamed immediately, but Li Xingyun pulled the knife in his hand slowly like playing a violin, cutting down little by little. Fujihara's face twitched in pain, and blood flowed from behind his ears like a stream. "I said, I said, we came to the Tang Dynasty and bought the technology of making bows and crossbows, the technology of making Tang horizontal swords, and the skills of making silk from those Jiedushi and guards!" "Damn it! These money-grubbing bastards!" Quinn on the side couldn't help but curse. Those bastards actually sold the manufacturing method of such a powerful military weapon! Li Xingyun narrowed his eyes, moved the knife in his hand again, and then asked: "What else?" Fujihara himself cried, "I really don't have any more. The only thing I can do is to open up maritime trade and make a little money. I only control a few sea routes. I really don't have any more. Any one of those Jiedushi can destroy our country. We dare not act rashly." Seeing that Fujihara finally softened his words, Li Xingyun slowly stood up and said calmly, "After reporting all the bases, your intelligence organization can only serve me. Have you made a note of that?" "I obey your command." Fujihara was really scared. Li Xingyun did not follow the rules at all. He suspected that if he continued to be stubborn, the knife would cut his throat immediately! There was some despair in Fujihara's eyes. Even if he summoned all the samurai and ninjas under his command, they would not be enough to kill Li Xingyun. He had always been paying attention to this man's strength. His growth rate was so fast that it could be called abnormal. Is this the bloodline of the Celestial Empire's royal family? It was so terrifying! After leaving the big tent, Quinn came to Li Xingyun and said, "Your Highness, I think it's better to just kill the Japanese." Li Xingyun smiled and said, "Why kill him? Keep him for fun first, and let him lead the way. I want to conquer Heian-kyo!" "First, send someone to take him to hand over those strongholds. Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy!" After Li Xingyun finished speaking, he put on Tian Anxing's mask again and began to guide the training of the new recruits. Today, the Dark Army has begun to learn the Breaking Army Art in an all-round way. Although there is no possibility of being promoted to the great star position after practicing the Breaking Army Art, the terrifying speed of its progress surprised Li Xingyun. In just a few days, many soldiers have found the sense of Qi and tried to control this Qi to circulate the Qi around the body. After running three hundred and sixty-five great circles, this Qi will grow into internal force. When the internal force is running, it can slowly build the foundation and break through to the small star position. According to Li Xingyun's speculation, within one or two years at the shortest, or four or five years at the longest, the entire Tianan Army could be promoted to the minor star position. At that time, it would surely be an army that would shock the world! …… Mobei, Yangcheng! The Khitan tribes were originally a pure nomadic people. However, after Yelu Abaoji gradually began to use Han people such as Han Yanhui, Han Zhigu, and Kang Moji, Yelu Abaoji, who was deeply influenced by Han culture, had the ambition to change the tribe into a country. He established Yangcheng and opened up trade, which gradually brought the various tribes in Mobei together. As a result, the power in the hands of Yelu Abaoji, the Khan, expanded unprecedentedly, which undoubtedly attracted the jealousy of countless Khitan nobles, especially Yelu Abaoji's people. night! Yelu Abaoji and his family gathered around a red bonfire. A woman in shaman costume kept dancing in front of Yelu Abaoji. It was a dance of shaman worshiping gods. The pendants were swaying, the whispers were complicated and difficult to understand, and the purple mist was slowly floating around the bonfire. The girl sitting next to Yelu Abaoji fiddled with her slender legs in boredom, then hid them under her leather skirt. Yelu Abaoji frowned slightly and said: "Pay attention. You have become one of the candidates for the shaman. With your talent, you will have the opportunity to become the great shaman of our tribe and even inherit the legacy of Dokuho!" "I understand, father." Yelu Zhiwu pouted in dissatisfaction, as if she did not hear what her father said. It was not until the beautiful young woman in a felt hat next to her glared at her that Yelu Zhiwu put her mind to learning the shaman dance seriously. The shaman placed a sheep bone next to the campfire, and suddenly there was a crackling sound. The shaman then had people light horse manure and mugwort and roast them on the sheep bone. If the sheep bone was roasted through, then the event would be a good sign. If not, then the event would be a bad sign. Yelu Abaoji was now at a critical juncture in unifying the northern desert, so he invited a shaman to predict the future for himself and the Khitan people. As time passed, the flames on the horse manure gradually went out. The shaman looked down and was immediately shocked to see that not only was the sheep bone not burnt through, there was not even a crack. "A very bad omen!" (End of this chapter)
