The thoughts of Dongting River in the south, and the yearning for Yanmen Pass in the north. Love for the rice and millet, flying away and returning.

The autumn is high and the peaks are solemn. Zhao Changhe arrived at Yanmen on horseback, looking at the distant scenery, suddenly feeling that this poem is quite suitable for himself.

Like the geese flying back and forth between the north and south, but not for the sake of rice and millet.

As for the poem about the scenery, he was stuck at the moment, unable to come up with a single line. It seems that some things require the right mood.

Yanmen is not just a pass surrounded by mountains, it is a whole county, with several counties below. The Huns knocking on the pass is not a matter of confronting each other under the pass for a season, but a continuous and ongoing harassment. The Great Wall stretches for thousands of miles, and the battles of various sizes inside and outside are countless, belonging to the level of a battle.

It seems that the large army has withdrawn, but in fact, they come suddenly. This is not common in the Central Plains battle, but it is normal for the Huns.

And now it is the season of autumn harvest, and the actions of the Huns have become more frequent. If they want to end the battle, it will probably be in the near future. Zhao Changhe has been thinking about coming to Yanmen all along, just to catch up with the trip.

Arriving at the Yanmen County, it is considered the rear of Yanmen Pass. Although there is no direct confrontation with the Huns, the entire city has long been under strict military control. There is no restriction on entering the city gate, but the number of people entering the city is extremely rare, and only one or two are occasionally seen.

The inspection at the city gate is also very strict, and it is equally severe for those coming from the south to the north. Zhao Changhe approached on horseback and felt a group of soldiers and generals staring at him fiercely from a distance, looking at the sword and horse with a tense and tense atmosphere.

It can be seen that Huangfu Yong is good at military management.

Zhao Changhe wisely reined in his horse at a distance of one arrow: "Warriors of the Central Plains, heading north to resist the Huns. I heard that there are many like-minded people on the way, with a special camp. I don't know how to get there?"

The guard looked at him again, suddenly remembered someone, and his expression became somewhat strange.

"The Xiake Camp is indeed in the city, but you need to verify your route before you can pass."

Zhao Changhe tapped his head with a headache. Damn, he forgot too many things. He should have asked Tang Wanzhuang or Huangfu Qing to get him a route guide in the capital. He could have quietly entered the city and done his business without attracting any attention, but he ended up revealing his identity and making a mess. And now? Still revealing his identity?

It is said that the leaders of Yanmen have connections with the royal family. Is revealing Zhao Changhe's identity another case of making trouble out of nothing?

Seeing him hesitate, the guard seemed to take it for granted: "You Jianghu heroes, many of you are from the Green Forest, you don't even bother to get a route guide, and you consider yourselves unrestrained... Why bother? It's not bad to follow some rules. This time, we won't say anything about the passionate warriors. How about this, you report the name of a familiar comrade, and we will send someone in to ask him to come out and identify you."

Zhao Changhe thought for a moment: "I heard Situ Xiaobei went north."

"Although he went north, he said he was impatient in the camp and went to do his own thing."

"Han Wubing?"

"I haven't seen this person." The guard's eyes showed a hint of amusement, secretly thinking, are you really Zhao Changhe?

Zhao Changhe felt helpless: "These two idiots... Well, I know someone who must be here... Can you bring out Yue Hongling to see me?"

The guard finally laughed: "Yue Nüxia has been elusive... But the way you are, why not just say the name of the leader of the Xiake Camp? I guess you also know him."

"Who?"

"Cui Yuanyong."

All familiar faces... Zhao Changhe suddenly felt that this was the Yanmen version of the Qianlong gathering.

It should be. With the wind rising on the border, the hidden dragons are heading north. It is much more meaningful than organizing the Langya Conference at this time. With just this matter, Wang Zhaoling has been surpassed by his elder brother, and he has been crushed to pieces.

Just as he was about to ask Cui Yuanyong to come out and identify him, Cui Yuanyong came out on his own, and from a distance on the city wall, he looked at him and said, "Who did I think it was? You should have come long ago. Let him in, I guarantee this idiot."

Zhao Changhe didn't mind being called an idiot, anyway, it will be your sister who has to deal with it in the future.

You can use it yourself if you want.

He led the horse into the city and casually said, "Who did you lose your body to? Is it your turn to use such foul language? Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death by your father?"

"Is this the first time you've heard me curse?"

"I've heard it before, when I was wrongly accused, but it wasn't as exaggerated as this."

Cui Yuanyong came down from the city tower and accompanied him inside, sighing, "I finally understand why your mouth was full of foul language back then. This thing can really be contagious. After spending a few months with a group of Jianghu men, I now feel like I can't speak without using foul language, let alone you, who stayed in the mountain stronghold. Speaking of which, you seem to have improved a lot now?"

"A little better, after all, the people I come into contact with are different now."

"Like Tang Wanzhuang?"

"Uh..."

Cui Yuanyong glanced at him sideways, "The man that Tang Wanzhuang will never get, who said that to me?"

Zhao Changhe looked up at the sky, "She still hasn't gotten him."

No wonder this guy is so rude, forget it, I won't argue with you.

"Hmph." Cui Yuanyong snorted, "It was her who sold herself to Beimang, and now she's suffering the consequences. I don't have time to go to the capital, otherwise, I would ask her if she regrets it. Damn, she should have taken care of her own business early on, isn't she just setting a trap for my sister?"

Zhao Changhe secretly thought that if you ask Tang Wanzhuang, she still thinks it's in the best interest of the empire for me to marry Yao Yao, and she doesn't want to marry herself. But now that she's saying this, will it be a bit hypocritical? It's hard to say.

Anyway, after a conversation with Xia Longyuan, I felt that these things were meaningless. While others are watching the show, Wanzhuang's calculations are just a joke.

He sighed, "Let's not talk about this, okay? What's the deal with this Xiake Camp, and what can I do?"

"Why don't you go to the grasslands like Yue Hongling and Situ Xiaobei?"

"Can I tell the truth?"

"Go ahead, I won't laugh at you."

"Because I've never left the pass, I'm blind, and if I go out to wander, will I starve to death? It's better to find an organization, at least I know what I can do."

Cui Yuanyong sighed and laughed, and then sighed again, "This is the difference between you and the average Jianghu man.""Uh?"

"One after another, they think too highly of themselves, believing they're invincible, unrestrained, unwilling to be arranged, going out on their own, and countless have died out there. We can't persuade them," Cui Yuanyong said helplessly, "They are all hot-blooded patriots. It's a pity when they die, but what can we do? Damn it, they all think they're Yue Hongling... You're much stronger than them, yet you have self-awareness, you're clear-headed, knowing what you can do... Or to put it another way..."

"Hmm?"

"You actually prefer to be part of an organization? Although you like to act alone, you're not a lone ranger at heart, completely different from Yue Hongling and Han Wubing. You're more like Tang Wanzhuang."

Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, "It's because of what you think my identity is that you have such thoughts about me."

"Perhaps." Cui Yuanyong stopped walking and pointed to a nearby restaurant, "Let's have a meal first, we can talk while we eat. I do have something here that I think would be very suitable for you to handle."

Zhao Changhe was about to say something when suddenly a golden light arose in the sky.

Both men looked up in surprise.

"In August, on the Autumn Equinox, the Four Elephant Sect's Rosefinch executed the Mad Lion, He Lei, at Mount Mang."

"The seventh rank on the Earth List has fallen, and the positions have shifted."

"The former eighth rank on the Earth List, Sword Hermit Shi Wuding, has moved up to the seventh... The former first rank on the Human List, Vulture Hunter Ya, has moved up to the thirty-sixth on the Earth List... Xue Canghai of the Blood God Sect has been supplemented to the seventy-second on the Human List."

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Watching the long list of promotions and supplements, Cui Yuanyong's mouth hung open, his heart trembling.

A fall on the Earth List... and it was the seventh rank.

Not only was his heart trembling, but the whole world was likely to be shaken! How many years had it been since a fall on the Earth List occurred? At least now the barbarian armies must be in chaos, with a severe blow to the morale and spirit of the people, and possibly even power struggles within the tribes.

The Four Elephant Sect's Rosefinch... Why would they suddenly kill He Lei, and why help like this? General Huangfu must be grinning so hard he could lose his teeth.

Zhao Changhe stood with his hands in his sleeves, expressionless. Rosefinch killing He Lei was not surprising at all; after all, He Lei had first tried to chop down Miss Winged Fire Snake, and his whereabouts were found by the Four Elephant Sect. Letting Huangfu Shaozong and the Demon Suppression Division go to encircle and suppress him seemed less efficient than the Four Elephant Sect. With Rosefinch personally taking action, where could He Lei escape?

There had been some suspicion that Huangfu Qing might be Rosefinch, but now that suspicion had dissipated. Huangfu Qing said he would not leave the capital with him, and then Rosefinch killed He Lei, which didn't seem like the work of the same person.

His thoughts were not as focused on the fall of the Earth List as the rest of the world, as he had anticipated it... His gaze was more fixed on the last name on the Human List, his expression somewhat strange.

Long time no see, Sect Leader Xue, you've made progress, huh.

Back then, Sect Leader Xue claimed to be at the ninth Xuan Guan, but in reality, he could be defeated by someone at the eighth level, far from the standard of the Human List. Now he might have reflected on his pain and improved, actually making it onto the Human List. It seems like going to the Blood God Sect to ask for their techniques has just become a bit more difficult?