Gray Cloud Ridge!
A small mountain range at the border between Great Qin and Vietnam.
It was made up of seven or eight small hills of varying heights, extending for three to five miles from east to west. It was lush and lush, with lush vegetation.
Under the Gray Cloud Ridge.
There was a simple road that could accommodate two or three carriages.
The road seemed to have been built not long ago.
There were still some roots of plants that had not been uprooted. They were bumpy and uneven.
The land of Yue is vast, with many mountains and forests and few people.
Thus, there were very few people on this road.
Of course, just because there were few people walking did not mean that there was no one.
In fact, there was a muscular man in gray linen clothes stopping in the middle of the road below the Gray Cloud Ridge.
He stood expressionlessly in the middle of the road, holding a handful of white lime powder in his hand, as if he was marking something on the road.
After a while.
When the gray-robed man stood up.
The place where he had stopped earlier had an irregular circle about a foot and a half in diameter marked by white lime powder.
In the middle of the circle.
There was also a three-foot-long red flag.
The flag flapped in the wind and was extremely eye-catching.
After the gray-robed man finished doing all this, he quickly left his original spot and disappeared into the forest beside the galloping path.
Then, an ear-piercing whistling sound suddenly exploded above the empty road.
A pitch-black hammer with a cold metallic luster fell from the sky and accurately smashed into the circle marked by the lime powder, directly breaking the red flag inserted in the center of the circle.
The hammer was extremely heavy.
He fell from a high place and smashed into the road.
The entire body of the hammer had sunk into the soil, leaving only the handle exposed.
When the hammer fell from the sky.
The gray-robed man who had disappeared into the dense forest appeared once again.
He was carrying a wicker basket on his back. The wicker basket contained some dry soil and gravel.
The gray-robed man arrived at the place where the hammer had smashed down.
First, he pulled the hammer out of the galloping path with some difficulty.
Then, he poured the soil and gravel in the basket into the hole, filling up the hole caused by the falling hammer.
After doing all this, the man in gray did not leave immediately.
Instead, he skillfully wiped away the traces of lime powder on the ground.
He placed the hammer and the broken flag into the basket, calmly carried it on his back, and quickly walked toward the top of the mountain.
Not long after the gray-robed man disappeared.
Another man wearing the same gray linen clothes walked out from not far away.
He silently repeated the actions of the man in gray.
Obviously!
This was a planned practice.
It seemed that someone was practicing the art of throwing iron hammers on the top of a mountain in the Gray Cloud Ridge.
And so, it repeated.
Until the sun slowly set from the western horizon.
Dusk. Sunset.
The sky was dark, and he could no longer see clearly.
...........
The next morning.
When the distant horizon had just revealed its light.
The entire Yan County seemed to have woken up from the darkness.
On this day, the people of Yan County woke up very early.
They seemed to be watching Ying Mu's army leave.
In other words, they were watching the soldiers who were going to build the new city, as well as their friends and family who were recruited.
Inside and outside the city, there were many people.
Carriages filled with supplies started to set off from the Yue King's Residence under the protection of the Yue King's guards.
Amidst the exclamations and discussions of the people of Yan County, they slowly drove out of the west gate of Yan County.
Outside the west gate of Yan County.
The Yue Royal Guards and the 1,000 citizens who had been recruited were waiting quietly.
They waited for the carriage of the King of Yue to appear and lead them on a long journey.
There wasn't much reluctance or farewell.
There was also no domineering declaration before the army set off.
Ying Mu sat in the carriage and slightly released his spirit. He carefully sensed the magnetic field of the city, which seemed to have become somewhat different. He couldn't help but feel a sudden enlightenment.
"The human heart is also a kind of power."
"When thousands of people gather together, their power is enough to change the magnetic field of the world.”
"No wonder someone in my previous life said that the human heart is the strongest force of Feng Shui. I didn't understand it in the past, but now that I think about it, it might not be without reason.”
Ying Mu sat in the carriage, carefully sensing the changes of the magnetic field in the outside world. He had gained a lot.
At this moment.
He could clearly feel the power of the human heart, the natural magnetic field of Yan County, and the special magnetic field of the accompanying army, which was similar to the Blood Qi.
The three forces interacted, blended, and collided with each other.
This caused Ying Mu to feel a lot.
He had a deeper understanding of the magnetic force of the world.
"Unfortunately, the Heavenly Dao is constant, the Human Dao is fickle, and the human heart is fickle. It is difficult to maintain unity.”
"Otherwise, with the will of the people and the unity of the people, it would be enough to change the world and change the color of the world.”
After a long time, Ying Mu let out a faint sigh.
It was a pity, but also a realization.
The power of the human heart made him involuntarily think of the concept of the bizarre immortal technique.
Wasn't the so-called power of the concept of bizarre immortals a manifestation of the power of the human heart?
In fact, Ying Mu had reason to suspect that the concept of the bizarre immortal system was obtained from the research of a supreme expert on the power of the human heart, using the power of the human heart to the extreme.
Unfortunately, he had yet to establish his territory, so it was not enough to gather the hearts of the people.
Otherwise, Ying Mu could have used this opportunity to create a low-level bizarre immortal artifact with the gathering of the people's hearts.
What a pity!
Ying Mu shook his head and closed his eyes once more, forcing himself to stop thinking about these things.
..........
In an inn in Yan County City.
Zhang Liang looked at the King of Yue's carriage that was gradually moving further and further away on the street and could not help but let out a heavy breath.
When Ying Mu's carriage completely disappeared into the crowd.
Zhang Liang stretched out his hand and closed the window that was slightly opened.
He turned around and looked at the two men of sacrifice of the Zhang family behind him. He ordered,"Go, follow closely behind the Yue King's carriage. When the Yue King's carriage is about to reach the Gray Cloud Ridge, report to me in advance.”
'I will also wait for Yue King Ying Mu to arrive at the peak of Cang Mountain!'
Zhang Liang silently added in his heart.
He had simulated the assassination many times and made many preparations.
It could be said that everything was ready except for the east wind!
As long as Yue King Ying Mu's carriage passed through the path below the Gray Cloud Ridge, he was confident that he would not be able to return.
Of course, in order to prevent any accidents from happening.
He had also specially arranged for two men of sacrifice to follow closely behind the carriage of the King of Yue and secretly observe every move of the King of Yue, Ying Mu, in case any unexpected changes occurred midway.
"Yes!"
Hearing this, the two men of sacrifice of the Zhang family turned around and left without saying anything.
After a while, the two of them left the inn and disappeared into the crowd.
Only Zhang Liang was left standing there alone, deep in thought.
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