Chapter 205 King of Zhenbei

Chapter 205 Zhenbei King

"I once created a dynasty in Xizhou, come with me to see if it's still there."

Ye Fan looked at the vast border road in front of him.

"Master, when did you create a dynasty here, why didn't I know?" Styx asked in confusion.

"It happened thousands of years ago. You weren't even born at that time. How could you possibly know?"

Ye Fan rolled his eyes and said angrily.

After saying this, Ye Fan took Styx and started on his way.

Halfway through, Styx suddenly said, "Master, it's been ten thousand years. Is this dynasty really still there?"

Ye Fan, "I hope I'm still here"

The sound gradually faded away until it was completely inaudible.

The other side.

Winter has passed and spring has arrived.

The entire Jinfeng City is wrapped in a layer of spring.

Jinfeng City covers a huge area, and the residence of Prince Zhenbei, who controls the eighteen cities in the Jinfeng Northern Region of Xizhou, is located here.

Zhenbei Palace occupies almost half of the entire city, and it is quite majestic.

Even the palace of the Emperor of the Dragon Kingdom may not be as good as his palace.

At this time, in the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion.

A quiet little courtyard.

A small figure is trying hard to wave his body.

He kept punching, stretching, jumping, and kicking to exercise.

Every action was repeated many, many times.

But that little figure still had no intention of stopping.

It wasn't until a long time later that the little boy was forced to stop due to lack of physical strength.

"Damn it, I have to hold on." The little boy knelt on one knee and put his fists on the ground.

"I was born with a problem in my Dantian and cannot practice cultivation. I can only practice this external force. But if I can practice martial arts to a great level, I can be on par with monks."

The little boy knelt down on one knee and rested for a moment, then stood up and began to continue exercising.

And in the courtyard that the little boy couldn't see, three figures appeared.

An old man wearing Taoist robes and a middle-aged scribe holding a folding fan.

The last one was a powerful general in armor.

"General, are you really not going to tell the young master about this uprising?" the middle-aged scribe couldn't help but ask.

The general is the King of Zhenbei, and the Palace of Zhenbei is also his residence.

King Zhenbei shook his head slightly and said, "My son is not born with this ambition. Besides, he can't practice. Telling him will only increase his troubles."

"All I can give him is a dozen years of comfort and happiness."

After saying this, King Zhenbei sighed, then turned and left the courtyard.

Seeing this, the old man in Taoist robes and the middle-aged scribe followed him.

Under the leadership of King Zhenbei, the three of them came to the ancestral hall of the palace.

After passing through several alleys in the palace and twisting and turning, the three kings of Zhenbei arrived here.

The location of this ancestral hall for practicing also seems strange.

Ancestral halls of ordinary people are usually built in places with beautiful scenery.

But this ancestral hall chose to be built underground.

Obviously, there are some beings enshrined in the ancestral hall that they don’t want people to know about.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

No one would have thought that the famous flying general of the Dragon Kingdom was the King of Zhenbei.

In the ancestral hall of his palace, the ancestors of another kingdom are enshrined.

In this underground ancestral hall, smoke was lingering, and rows of memorial tablets stood quietly on the memorial platform.

The one in the middle is a portrait.

There is nothing else in the portrait, but a young man dressed in white who is so handsome that he could be called a monster.

"It's really unbelievable that the founding ancestor of the Xia Kingdom could actually be such a handsome person."

"For a person with such magnanimity, it would be no better to say that he is banishing an immortal to the mortal world."

The middle-aged scribe holding a folding fan said Ran Dao.

King Zhenbei took three sticks of incense, bowed three times to the portrait, and then placed the incense candle on the altar.

"Blessed by the ancestors of the Xia Kingdom, this time we must overthrow the Dragon Kingdom and rebuild our Great Xia Dynasty! In this way, my decades of hard work and bravery will not be in vain."

Think back to the past, when Daxia was founded.

In the hands of the first ancestor, who was like an immortal descending to earth, there were only three thousand soldiers.

But it was these three thousand soldiers who were led by the first ancestor.

After fighting in the south and north, and killing in the east and west, the great dynasty of Nuo was established, the Xia Kingdom.

But decades ago, the last war king of Xia Kingdom died.

At this point, the Xia Kingdom's talents were withering, and it was eventually annexed by a subordinate country.

There is no way to save a thief who is determined to kill him, but under such circumstances.

The King of Zhenbei had no choice but to pretend to surrender to the Lord of the Dragon Kingdom and endure the hardship for such a long time.

Ostensibly obeying the command of the Dragon Kingdom and guarding the northern territory.

In fact, it is secretly strengthening the troops of the three armies.

I hope that one day, the Dragon Kingdom can be overthrown and their Daxia Kingdom can be rebuilt.

Just recently, King Zhenbei's three armies have almost developed.

You can start a war at any time and ignite the flames of war.

Before taking action completely, King Zhenbei must visit the ancestral hall to pay homage to the ancestors of the Xia Kingdom.

"If you don't succeed this time, you will be punished!" King Zhenbei said firmly.

"General, the Dragon Kingdom is powerful, we still have to be careful." The old man in Taoist robes advised.

"You might as well wait a little longer. When the man from the Dragon Kingdom dies of old age, the chance will be even greater."

"In the past, my ancestors were able to build a country with only three thousand armors. How could I, the king of Zhenbei, have thirty million soldiers without courage?"

Before the old Taoist finished speaking, the King of Zhenbei interrupted him.

A timid general cannot be a general. Now the King of Zhenbei has been developing secretly for decades. If he doesn't rebel now, when will he rebel?

Besides, the Lord of Longguo is also a cultivator.

His life span is extremely long. If he is left to die of old age, then the daylily will be cold by then!

In the ancestral hall, the words of the majestic man were deafening, leaving the middle-aged scholar and the old man in Taoist robes speechless for a long time.

After a long time, the two of them said at the same time, "We will follow you to death!"

"Okay, with two assistants, great things will be accomplished!" In the room, the King of Zhenbei spoke in a low voice, and his determination was as strong as the sun and the moon.

Decades ago, Xia was destroyed by Longguo.

So the King of Zhenbei brought his army and temporarily came to the subordinate principality of Longguo.

This subordinate principality is called Yan, and its national strength is rotten.

It can provide them with a place to hide.

Over the past few decades, the King of Zhenbei has been secretly accumulating strength here, sleeping on straw and tasting gall in order to rebuild the Xia Kingdom one day.

The boy who was exercising outside the yard just now was the only son of the King of Zhenbei, Meng Tang.

After coming out of the ancestral hall, the King of Zhenbei took another look at Meng Tang who was still exercising in the yard.

He didn't say anything, just sighed softly and turned away.

What the King of Zhenbei didn't know was that in the boundless sky, there were two pairs of eyes that were always paying attention to everything here.

It was Ye Fan and Minghe.

"Master, it seems that the dynasty you founded has collapsed." Minghe sighed.