The host is red and black, and the system can only chirp

of course.

"I promised you when I was eight years old that as long as I survived, I would personally send you back to the Central Plains."

That year, Xi Mingming officially kicked off the human experiment, and she did not hold much hope that she could defeat Xi Ying.

At that time, she didn't know that the energy system in this world was so domineering.

Xi Mingming felt sad while digging the grave.

Aunt Fang stretched out her hand several times, trying to take the shovel from Xi Mingming: "Master, let me do it."

How relieved Ah Zhao would be if she knew that the child she raised had avenged her.

"Now that there is no Tianjun and no sect, you can just call me Mingming. You took care of me when I was little, and from now on you will be my elder."

Xi Mingming did not even raise his head, neither using force nor seeking help from outsiders.

She used a shovel to dig up the hardened soil. "I grew up drinking mother Zhao's milk. I am also a descendant of mother Zhao. It is my job to move the grave myself."

Unfortunately, the wet nurse did not live to this day.

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The current city lord has a lot of luck on him. He can achieve great things while staying at home.

The lucky city lord happily slept with his concubine tonight.

Xi Mingming was like a ghost, breaking into the city lord's backyard as if he was in an empty space.

Some of the guards at the City Lord's Mansion were still sticking to their posts. They just blinked their eyes at this moment. It seemed as if a breeze had just blown by and the night was quiet.

"Wake up." The cold scabbard slapped the city lord's flat face.

"Who?" The city lord, who woke up in a daze, shouted angrily.

"Xi Mingming."

The doors and windows of the concubine's bedroom were wide open, and the people serving outside had their acupoints pressed and fell into a deep sleep.

Xi Mingming fetched a low table from mid-air and sat down leisurely.

Then he stretched out his scabbard and woke up the city lord.

City Lord: ...

The city lord and his concubine jumped up, knelt on the bed in dishevel, shivering.

"What is the order from the sect master?"

This is the god who destroyed the "Path of Destruction" with his own strength. At the age of fifteen, he killed Xi Ying, the "Lord of Heaven" who had been a scourge to the Western Regions martial arts world for fifteen years.

How outrageous!

He dared to kill even his master, and no one thought that Xi Mingming was too soft-hearted because he only destroyed his disciples' martial arts.

They just felt that killing people was heartbreaking.

Xi Mingming accepted the city lord's kneeling ceremony on the bed.

You still have to act smart when you need to. If you are too easy to talk to, people will not take you seriously.

"I disbanded the 'Path of Destroying Love' only to pursue a higher level of martial arts and not to be dragged down by external things."

"This city will become an important stronghold for me in the future. You'd better honestly implement all the policies arranged by me, otherwise... you will die in my hands just as the previous city lord and his family died at the hands of my master."

After saying this, he left without waiting for the city lord's response.

The lingering sound continued to linger in the ears of the city lord: "I will send people to secretly investigate the manor and business of the 'Eradication of Destruction' from time to time. Anyone who dares to attack the old, weak, women and children in the manor will be killed without mercy!"

After making sure that the city lord would not dare to interfere with the arrangements in the short term, Xi Mingming carried Mother Zhao's ashes, patted his bag, and took Aunt Fang with him, riding away from this small city in the Western Regions where he had lived for nearly fifteen years.

The women of Zhuangzi looked at Xi Mingming's departing back, and no one dared to try to stop him.

But when her back was almost out of sight, they all knelt down and kowtowed three times.

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Xi Mingming was in a disheveled state, sitting on a raised mound of earth facing the bleak autumn wind, and took a sip of water with an indifferent look on his face.

No one could defeat a well-equipped elite force of more than 300 people by himself without keeping his clothes clean.

What's more, Xi Mingming does not have much experience in fighting enemies.

Fortunately, the result was good, and she successfully rescued nearly a thousand captured Central Plains people.

The people were saved.

After Xi Mingming interrogated the captured Turks, his mood immediately became bad, extremely bad.

Aunt Fang handed the roasted lamb leg to Xi Mingming and said worriedly, "Young lady, please eat something."

Xi Mingming didn't like being called "Master", and Aunt Fang couldn't bring herself to call her by her name. In the end, they compromised and adopted the name for unmarried women in the Central Plains, "young lady".

"Oh."

Xi Mingming took the food and chewed the meat silently, completely ignoring the greasy mouth, with a look of despair written all over his body.

Not far away, a large group of ragged people formed several circles and gathered around a fire.

Not until he saw Xi Mingming willing to eat their roasted lamb leg did he finally seem to feel at ease and began to launch a fierce attack on the food.

There were nearly a thousand people in the team, and every one of them was eating voraciously, which showed that everyone was extremely hungry.

Even though they were so hungry, before Xi Mingming opened his mouth, these people, no matter how greedy they were, were able to collectively endure their hunger.

Seeing this, Xi Mingming felt sad and had a heart attack.

Anyone!

After fifteen years of hard work, he finally solved an extreme criminal organization, and now he has less than a month to relax physically and mentally, singing songs and drinking wine all the way, thinking that from now on, the sky is high and the birds can fly freely, and the sea is wide and the fish can jump freely.

Suddenly encountered a convoy.

This is no ordinary convoy.

Last month, the Turks marched southwards and plundered the Central Plains, capturing many cities one after another. Wherever they passed, nine out of ten houses were empty, and there was almost no grass growing.

Too much property was stolen.

The Eastern Turkic Khan Shibi sent a small team to go ahead and escort the looted property back to General Yu's tent in batches.

"Shibi Khan besieged Yanmen."

Xi Mingming stared towards the south, his eyes full of vicissitudes, "It's the eleventh year of the Sui Dynasty."

Xi Mingming stood up holding the leg of lamb, his tall figure slender in the setting sun, speaking in a low voice.

"The eighteen rebel kings and sixty-four rebels are all before our eyes. Yang Guang, if you knew that the death knell had sounded, would you stop living a life of drunkenness and debauchery?"

He made three expeditions to Goryeo without considering the timing or the people's livelihood. He returned after making mistakes and suffered a lot. He returned to the court after Goryeo showed some signs of weakness. He returned to the court immediately after Goryeo showed some signs of weakness. He failed to achieve his goal every time.

Are all the soldiers consumed along the way and the whole country providing food and armaments deserved?

"To the officers and soldiers who are fighting desperately to protect you in Yanmen County, are you willing to fulfill your promise and stop being perfunctory?"

"...Are you willing to open your eyes and look at the common people crawling under your feet?"

Aunt Fang didn’t understand what Xi Mingming said, and she didn’t even know the name Yang Guang, but she understood the four words “the death knell has sounded.”

Aunt Fang was very flustered. "My dear, we have lived in the Western Regions for more than ten years. The people of the Western Regions are not... not very..."

What is it?

Very yearning?

Also afraid?

Just like the admiration and awe that the people of small countries have for superpowers in later generations?

"Yes, I admire you very much."

Xi Mingming smiled bitterly, not knowing whether to explain to Aunt Fang or try hard to sort out the shallow and sporadic historical knowledge in his memory.

"Since the Sui Dynasty adopted Changsun Sheng's strategy of [making friends with distant countries and attacking nearby countries, separating the strong and uniting the weak], it successfully split the Turkic Khanate. The Western Turkic Khan Buqa united the various tribes and invaded the Sui Dynasty in the 20th year of Kaihuang."

"Emperor Wen of Sui sent Prince of Jin Yang Guang, Shangshu You Pushe Yang Su and others to lead the army to counterattack. General Shi Wansui and Zhang Sunsheng inflicted heavy damage on the Turkic army respectively. This was a victory."

"In less than two years, that is, in the second year of Emperor Wen of Sui's Renshou reign, Bujia Khan crossed the Yellow River and entered Bingzhou, capturing a large number of people and livestock under the rule of Qimin Khan. Yang Su led his troops and defeated the Turkic army again, taking back the looted people and livestock. These were the two victories."

"Qimin Khan publicly stated that he wished to be a minister of the Sui Dynasty forever."

It’s a pity that Yang Guang was too crazy and the Sui Dynasty was too short-lived.

"The Sui Dynasty set fires everywhere on the grasslands, and tribes rebelled one after another. For example, more than ten tribes such as Tiele and Pugu surrendered to Qimin Khan, and Buqa Khan was powerless to save the situation."

"The Western Turkic Khan Nili was defeated by the Tiele tribe and died in battle. Qimin Khan took the opportunity to go north to take over the land of Mobei and integrate the tribes, becoming the new leader of the Eastern Turkic people."

"Nili Khan's son Nijue Choro Khan occupied the Western Turkic territory. He was cruel and had no way of governing the country, and there were many rebellions in the country. The Tiele tribes rose up, defeated Nijue Choro Khan and established the Tiele Khanate. The power of the Western Turkic people weakened rapidly."

As Xi Mingming was telling his story, a dozen skinny men gradually came closer. They did not dare to get too close and stopped where they could hear Xi Mingming's voice clearly.

Xi Mingming looked up at the sky, looking desolate: "Aunt Fang, the fifteen years we lived in the Western Regions were the last glory of the Sui Dynasty."