You are already cultivating immortality, who would fight with you alone?

The bloody head hung high on the flagpole in the yard, and the hideous face was frozen at the moment of the end of life.

His eyes were wide open, and his pupils still retained the extreme fear he had in his lifetime. He just stared straight at Liu Yi, as if he wanted to tell him some unresolved injustice and unwillingness.

That head was actually the head of the plum disaster!

Not long ago, Liu held a sharp knife in one hand, and with a flick of the knife, Mei Zai's head fell to the ground.

At this moment, this head became a sacrifice for Liu Yi's attack on Daliang. It was hung high in the courtyard, showing his determination and courage to the world.

Liu Yi sat in the county magistrate's mansion, slightly raised his head, and looked through the layers of courtyards at the head hanging high in the air.

For some reason, several different emotions suddenly surged in his heart.

Ever since he wiped out the 100,000-strong army that came to reinforce Zhongzhou, his heart has been shrouded in an indelible shadow, and an ominous premonition has been following him like a shadow.

However, he could not pinpoint exactly what went wrong, no matter how hard he tried.

At this moment, when he was staring at Mei Zai's head with his eyes open, the ominous feeling became stronger.

His expression gradually became solemn, his brows furrowed, and he fell into deep thought.

According to his original plan, he had intended to first train these temporarily summoned cultivators, improve their strength and ability to coordinate operations, and then plan to gain a foothold in Zhongzhou.

After all, it is really hopeless to confront and win against the powerful Daliang National Defense Army with just this motley crowd that lacks organization and discipline.

Even with the help of various sects, the chances of winning are still slim.

However, just when he was racking his brains over this matter, the fifth uncle appeared.

Not only did it come unexpectedly, but it also unexpectedly assisted him in successfully defeating the 100,000-strong National Defense Army.

What is even more shocking is that in this fierce battle, our side suffered almost no losses!

Such a result is certainly gratifying, but it also makes Liu Yi feel a little uneasy.

Everything went too smoothly, beyond imagination...

This battle greatly boosted the morale of the independent cultivators, and some even boasted: "The National Defense Army is nothing more than this."

Now that the lives of these 100,000 National Defense Army soldiers have been taken, it will undoubtedly alert the enemy, and the Zhongzhou County Governor's Mansion can no longer be kept.

Otherwise, once the follow-up reinforcements from Daliang arrive, they will be trapped in Zhongzhou.

The plum disaster was successfully eliminated in this series of compact conflicts.

But then problems arise.

Liu Yi crossed his hands and rested them on his chin, thinking to himself: "Is this matter... a little too easy?"

"The National Defense Army...seems to have become a little too fragile."

While he was mumbling to himself, the Fifth Uncle Ya walked in from outside. Seeing Liu Yi's solemn expression, he couldn't help but laugh twice: "Haha, the army to attack Liang has already been raised. If you regret it now, it's probably too late. Now the disciples of various sects and the army of independent cultivators under your command have all made preparations."

"We are just waiting for your order to march north."

Liu Yi said nothing, but glanced at Diwu Shuya, and suddenly felt that the other party's words seemed to have deep meaning.

Liu Gong and Diwu Shuya had known each other for a long time. Later, Diwu Shuya joined Liu Gong's army. He was decisive in his daily actions and was deeply trusted by Liu Gong. They even called each other confidants.

But today, Liu Yi vaguely felt that the behavior of Fifth Uncle Ya seemed a little unusual, but for the moment, it was difficult to grasp the deeper meaning behind it.

"Wait a moment, let me think about it..." Liu Yi sat firmly in the main seat, his expression solemn and his tone steady.

The mission assigned to him by Liu Yuntian was to lead the scattered cultivators to overthrow Daliang and create a world where only "sheep" could survive.

This is easier said than done, especially since Fang Qing is now in charge of Daliang, making it even more difficult.

"What's wrong? If you have any questions, feel free to talk to me." At some point, the fifth uncle quietly sat down, and the two of them sat side by side, separated by a seat.

Liu Yi turned his body slightly, his eyes fixed on Diwu Shuya, trying to catch some clues from his faceless face.

However, this was destined to be a futile attempt, because there was no expression on Diwu Shuya's face that could be interpreted.

Trying to find a breakthrough by observing his facial expressions is obviously an impossible luxury.

Despite this, Liu Yi knew very well in his heart that there was an extraordinary deep friendship between Diwu Shuya and Liu Gong, and it could be said that they were close friends.

Based on this trust, perhaps it is not a bad thing to confide your inner doubts to him.

Thinking of this, Liu Yi took a deep breath and finally mustered up the courage to speak: "Master, do you also think that our uprising this time seems a bit hasty?"

Hearing Liu Yi's question, the originally motionless face of the Fifth Uncle Ya slowly turned around. Although his specific expression at the moment was still unclear, this movement alone was enough to make people feel an invisible pressure coming towards them.

He only responded calmly: "Oh? Why do you have such an idea? In your opinion, how is it hasty?"

Liu Yi hesitated for a moment, then gathered his thoughts and answered, "In this battle, we successfully killed 100,000 enemy troops, which greatly boosted our morale. Then we struck while the iron was hot and captured Zhongzhou in one fell swoop, and used it as a base to officially start our army. The whole process was smooth and seamless, and it seemed that everything was going very smoothly, but when I think about it carefully, I always feel that it was a bit too hasty."

After saying these words, Liu Yi didn't say anything else, but his expression became more and more solemn, as if a heavy rock was pressing on his heart.

Seeing Liu Yi like this, Diwu Shuya did not directly refute his point of view, but continued to ask: "Then, if we did not decisively attack and intercept the 100,000 national defense troops, allowing them to successfully reach Zhongzhou and occupy the advantageous terrain in Qiyang City, it would be extremely difficult to attack it later, right?"

Liu Yi nodded slightly, indicating his agreement with what Fifth Uncle Ya said.

Indeed, if we had missed the best opportunity to fight, allowing the enemy to catch their breath and consolidate their defenses, the subsequent battles would have become extremely difficult.

But even so, the worry in his heart about launching the rebellion too hastily could not be completely eliminated.

"If that's the case, there won't be any problem." Diwu Shuya opened his folding fan with a snap, half covering his face, "After taking the 100,000 National Defense Army, we have to take Zhongzhou. Otherwise, when we wait for the north..."

Before the other party could finish speaking, Liu Yi interrupted him and said, "I know all these situations very well."

He frowned slightly, his eyes revealing a trace of worry and doubt, and then he said: "It's just that this matter is going too smoothly! It's as if there is an invisible giant hand behind it, pushing everything forward slowly."

At this point, Liu Yi's eyes gradually became firm, as if he had made up his mind, and continued to analyze: "Moreover, it did not give me enough time to carefully think about the pros and cons..."

"But even if we think about it carefully, it may be difficult to come up with a better response strategy than the current one."

"So from the current perspective, this result should be considered the most ideal situation."

After saying this, Liu Yi gently rubbed his forehead, a bitter smile appeared on his face unconsciously, and he sighed with a hint of self-mockery: "Maybe I really think too much and am too sensitive. After all, I have never wanted to disappoint Mr. Liu, so I put too much pressure on myself."

At this moment, the fifth uncle, who was sitting next to him, heard what Liu Yi said, and his hand holding the fan suddenly trembled slightly involuntarily.

However, this extremely subtle abnormal movement only lasted for a short moment and soon returned to normal. If you didn't pay special attention, it would be almost imperceptible.

At this time, Liu Yi was immersed in his own thoughts and naturally did not notice the momentary inappropriate behavior of Diwu Shuya.

After a while, when Liu Yi opened his eyes again, the doubts hidden deep in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by a resolute look of moving forward bravely and not retreating.

He suddenly stood up, waved his arms vigorously, and shouted loudly: "Okay! Since things have developed to this point, it is useless for us to think too much. Why not take advantage of Fang Qing's lack of time to react and immediately lead the army northward to take the northern border!"

Seeing Liu Yi so decisive, Diwu Shuya secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he calmly raised his other hand and pretended to scratch his face, quietly wiping away the few drops of cold sweat that had just slid down his forehead due to nervousness.

"Then I'll have to trouble my uncle to give the orders on my behalf." Liu Yi stood tall and straight with a smile on his face. He bowed respectfully towards the front, his expression full of respect and humility.

"It's okay. When the two armies confront each other, as the commander-in-chief, you should stay in the base camp to coordinate the overall situation and command the battle. You can leave these trivial matters to me without any worries." The Fifth Uncle Ya smiled slightly, stood up and returned a salute, then strode towards the door.

His steady steps and straight back give people a sense of security.

However, at this moment, Liu Yi suddenly shouted loudly: "Uncle Master!"

The sound was clear and loud, echoing in the air.

Upon hearing the voice, Fifth Uncle Ya suddenly stopped in his tracks and his whole body instantly froze at the door, as if he had been cast under a spell and could not move.

"Thank you very much. If you hadn't taken the trouble to come and help me, I really don't know when I would be able to successfully start the battle to attack Liang." Liu Yi said with a sincere look and earnest words.

At this moment, his heart was full of gratitude.

Hearing this, Fifth Uncle Ya slowly turned around, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and he said softly: "You are the person Yuntian values ​​the most. It is reasonable for me to do my best to assist you."

After saying this, he waved his hand gently, indicating that there was no need to be so polite.

Upon seeing this, Liu Yi hurriedly stood up, clasped his hands together, and bowed solemnly to the Fifth Uncle Ya again, saying solemnly: "Thank you for your help! After this great event is successful, I will personally go to Mr. Liu to ask for credit for you!"

"Haha, you're welcome, you're welcome!" The Fifth Uncle Ya laughed heartily twice, then waved his hand to signal Liu Yi not to be so polite. Then his figure disappeared at the door as quickly as a ghost, leaving only a slight sound of footsteps gradually fading away in the air.

Looking at the direction where the Fifth Uncle Ya left, Liu Yi slowly sat down and returned to the main seat that symbolized power and status.

At this moment, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a smile of relief.

Those eyes, as bright as stars, were gleaming with endless longing, as if he had seen the dawn of victory waving at him not far ahead...

Ever since he announced to the world that he would raise an army to attack the Liang Dynasty, the entire martial arts world was shocked.

Those solitary cultivators who usually hid in the mountains and forests heard the news and took action. They each used their own unique magical powers to spread the news quickly.

For a time, all kinds of magical methods of delivering letters emerged one after another. Some people rode flying swords to deliver letters thousands of miles away;

There are those who can use the power of spells to instantly transmit messages across space;

What's more, some people can even use the power of spirit beasts to run very fast, just to spread this manifesto to all directions.

All the independent cultivators who received the news were filled with excitement and set out on the journey to Zhongzhou without hesitation.

They came from all corners of the world, some were good at swordsmanship, some were proficient in magic, and some were well versed in the art of Qimen Dunjia, but at this moment, they had only one common goal in their hearts - to help him overthrow the tyranny of the Liang Dynasty!

According to a rough estimate, there are as many as one million monks gathered here!

These include not only various independent masters, but also many disciples from various sects and hermit masters.

It can be said that, except for ordinary people, almost all the cultivators in the world threw themselves into this mighty army to attack Liang without hesitation.

This situation and this scene really seemed as if it was destined by God, making everyone firmly believe that this war will be won.

Being in the midst of this turbulent situation, his heart was filled with unprecedented courage and confidence.

At this moment, he seemed to be able to see Liu Gong's eyes of approval and recognition. Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, outlining a confident smile.

All the doubts that had lingered in my mind before gradually dissipated like morning mist meeting the sunshine, as if they had never appeared.

……

Diwu Shuya walked hurriedly in the corridor. His steps seemed a little flustered, as if something terrible was chasing him from behind.

The lights in the corridor were dim and flickering, giving people an eerie and terrifying feeling, but Diwu Shuya didn't care about it at all. He just wanted to reach his destination as soon as possible.

Finally, he trotted to the end of the corridor.

There, one room particularly caught people's attention, with faint candlelight flickering in its windows.

Diwu Shuya reached out and pushed the door open without hesitation, then quickly turned around, pressed his back against the door, and closed it as quickly as possible.

At this moment, he was leaning his back against the door, his whole body looked like he had lost his soul, and his face was as pale as paper.

Inside the room, Nalan Yumo was sitting leisurely around a table.

Seeing the miserable figure of Diwu Shuya, the corners of her mouth could not help but slightly rise, revealing a sarcastic smile: "It was a wise move to ask you to wipe your face. Look at your current state. If you ruin his plan, be careful to find trouble with you!"

Hearing Nalan Yumo's sarcasm, Diwu Shuya did not respond immediately.

He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his nervousness.

After a long while, he slowly recovered from his trance, dragged his heavy steps to the table and sat down, sighed deeply and said: "You are indeed the son of luck..."

"His premonition is too terrible!"