Chu Youxian looked at the thousands of huge ships on the lake and the invincible navy after the destruction of the Tang Navy. His face turned pale. Hearing the commotion, Chen Qi walked out of the cabin, and his face became serious.
He did not expect that the South Jin Kingdom could regain its stability in such a short time after Liu Yiqing killed the young emperor of the South Jin Kingdom and the Sword Garret moved away. The Tang Empire was well prepared for this war. It seemed that the Divine Halls of West-Hill were not slow either.
The South Jin Navy sounded the bugle and the fleet dispersed. The lake water slapped against the sturdy sides of the ships, making a loud noise. A huge ship slowly sailed to a few thousand feet away from Chu Youxian and Chenqi. It stirred up countless snow-like waves and scared away hundreds of water birds.
Hundreds of cavalrymen stood on the deck with their horses. They looked majestic. They wore black armors with golden talismans on them. They were the most powerful Papal Cavalrymen of the Divine Halls of West-Hill.
Chu Youxian was curious why the horses were not afraid of the wind and waves. Chenqi's attention was focused on someone among the cavalrymen of the Divine Halls.
He could clearly see that person's face from a few thousand feet away. It was not because he had sharp eyes, but because that person wanted him to see it.
It was a manservant in indigo clothes. His tender eyes were full of unquestionable arrogance and his innocent expression was full of cruelty, as if he regarded human lives as worthless.
Immature but arrogant, innocent but cruel, it seemed very harmonious. Because immature people tended to be arrogant, and innocent people tended to be cruel.
The manservant in indigo clothes stood between the lake water, the autumn rain and the world. It was so harmonious.
Chenqi had never seen him before. But judging from his appearance and feeling, he could guess who he was. He was Hengmu Liren, the most generous gift Haotian left to the human world.
"I'm curious. What does Ning Que want to tell you when he asks you to go to the Divine Halls of West-Hill? Can you tell me in advance?" Hengmu Liren looked at Chenqi and Chu Youxian and asked seriously.
Chu Youxian was a little nervous. Facing the youngest powerhouse in the Knowing Destiny State of the Divine Halls of West-Hill, he felt that he could die at any time.
But Chenqi remained calm and shook his head.
Hengmu Liren frowned and was not pleased. The water around the ship seemed to have sensed his emotion and began to sway in fear.
The lake water swayed gently. Not far away, a patch of autumn reeds was instantly crushed into powder, blown into a blizzard by the lake wind, and then washed into the lake by the rain.
Chu Youxian felt that his throat was so dry that he was about to smoke.
Chenqi remained calm, but his hands behind his back began to tremble. He knew Hengmu Liren was powerful, but he did not expect him to be this powerful.
Could Ning Que defeat him if he left Chang 'an?
Hengmu Liren suddenly laughed, like a happy child. It could be described as a smile.
He looked at Chu Youxian and Chen Qi on the opposite boat and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I won't kill you, so you don't have to be so afraid."
He was clearly smiling, and even looked a little cute, but there was an inexplicable sense of disdain, like an eye in the sky looking down at an ant on the ground.
Chen VII didn't like this feeling and said, "People will die eventually."
Hengmu Liren shook his head and said, "I'm just living here temporarily. I'll go back to the Divine Kingdom after I finish my business."
Separated by hundreds of feet, Chen Qi had to use a lot of strength to transmit his voice to the big ship on the opposite side. His soft voice sounded like thunder on the lake.
Chu Youxian felt goosebumps all over his body, not because of the thunderous voice of this young and powerful cultivator, but because of the burp.
Chen VII suddenly said, "I suddenly thought of something that Mr. Thirteen said."
Hearing Ning Que's name, Hengmu Liren became serious. He leaned forward and said seriously, "What did he want to say to me?"
Chen Qi repeated, "You will all die."
Not you, but you.
Even Hengmu Liren was not qualified to be said by Ning Que. His words included Hengmu, Long Qing, He Mingchi, the heads of the warlords in Qinghe Prefecture and the enemies on the grassland.
Hengmu Liren frowned and said, "Everyone will die, but I won't."
Chen VII said, "If he said you will die, then you will die. Even if you escape to the Divine Kingdom, you will still die because he will chase you to the Divine Kingdom and kill you. "
Those who were supposed to die would definitely die.
"Even if you go to the Divine Kingdom and obtain eternal life, even if you go to the Underworld and become ghosts, I will still kill you, or more than once." Ning Que wanted to talk to the world about many things, and what Chenqi said was one of them.
Hearing this, Hengmu Liren sneered and said, "He doesn't even dare to leave Chang 'an. How can he talk about the Divine Kingdom?"
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After getting ashore, Chu Youxian was still scared. He kept blaming Chenqi for saying Ning Que's words. If Hengmu was really irritated, they would definitely end up worse than those reeds that melted into snow.
"He has a high position in the Divine Halls of West-Hill. He said he would not kill us in front of the navy of South Jin, so he won't kill us."
Chen VII said, "Most importantly, the Divine Halls of West-Hill wants to know what Mr. Thirteen wants us to say. Before they know, we will be safe."
"But didn't you see the look on Hengmu Liren's face? He looks so innocent, but he is actually a psycho. What if he really goes crazy? "
Chu Youxian nagged.
But Chen VII was thinking about something else, "Hengmu is leading the army of South Jin to the north. He will soon take over the affairs of Qinghe Prefecture. Where is Long Qing?"
As the former Divine Son of West-Hill, Prince Long Qing had a high position in the hearts of the followers of Taoism. But as time went by, Ning Que and Hengmu Liren had taken away his glory. But Chen VII knew that Ning Que thought Long Qing was much more important than Hengmu Liren. He believed that Ning Que's judgment would never be wrong. It was not a good thing for such an important figure to suddenly disappear.
Chu Youxian said, "According to the information from the Imperial Center Administration, the prince has led a group of cavalrymen of the Divine Halls to the Song Kingdom to kill Ye Su."
Chen VII said, "Ye Su has thousands of followers of the New Stream. He can't go too fast. Long Qing should have caught up with him by now."
Chu Youxian said, "I don't understand why the Oracle Ye Su did not go to Chang 'an, but took such a great risk to go to the Song Kingdom."
Chen VII said, "In the words of Mr. Thirteen, Ye Su is a man who can really change the history. How can we judge such a man with common sense?"
The two kept moving forward. The autumn rain gradually froze and then turned into snow. The roads in South Jin were gradually dyed white.
When they arrived at the West-Hill Divine Kingdom, it was already the beginning of winter. In the Land Blessed by the Gods, which rarely snowed in the past, the wind and snow were raging and it was extremely cold. In recent years, the human world had become colder and colder, but no one knew why.
On the border of the West-Hill Divine Kingdom, two red-robed priests were waiting with dozens of Papal Cavalrymen of the Divine Hall. There was no kindness on their faces, not even an expression. Their slightly frosty eyes were full of indifference and vigilance.
Chu Youxian and Chen VII were envoys of the Tang Empire, so they deserved such treatment. They were very satisfied that they did not use Divine Skills to burn them into ashes.
After a few days, they arrived at a vast mountain range. The wind and snow finally stopped. The mountains were green and charming, and some majestic buildings could be vaguely seen among the peaks in the distance. They should be the legendary Divine Halls of West-Hill.
Looking into the distance, Chu Youxian slightly opened his mouth and did not say anything. He only let out a sigh. As an ordinary person in the Haotian world, he was shocked to be able to see the Divine Halls of West-Hill in his lifetime, even though he was a Tang.
Chen VII had to calm down. As the brains of the Fish-dragon Gang, he habitually observed the military defense of the West-Hill Divine Kingdom and the mental state of the cavalrymen. Of course, he was most concerned about the three arrays that covered the Peach Mountain.
He was not a cultivator, so he could not even see the cyan light. Naturally, he could not understand the horrible power of the array. But he was concerned about it because even Mr. First of the Academy could not break the array.
The two red-robed divine priests seemed to have received strict orders. They did not say a word to Chu Youxian and Chen VII all the way from the north. They also arranged everything without asking for Chen VII's and Chen VII's opinions.
The silence made the atmosphere a bit depressing. Chu Youxian and Chen VII did not take it seriously. They kept silent until they arrived at the small town in front of the mountain. Suddenly, Chen VII asked them to stop the carriage.
Looking at the red-robed divine priest's eyes, Chen VII said expressionlessly, "I haven't eaten enough on the way. I'm going to buy something to eat."
They were only a dozen miles away from the Peach Mountain, and there were many powerful Taoism cultivators hiding around the town. The red-robed divine priest did not think there would be any problem, so he nodded.
Chen VII and Chu Youxian left the carriage and walked along the road to the town under the protection of the Papal Cavalrymen.
The town was really small. Besides, it was past lunchtime, so the restaurants were closed. The only food they could buy was roasted sweet potatoes.
Standing in front of the roasted sweet potato shop, Chen VII and Chu Youxian held the hot sweet potatoes in their hands, carefully peeling them and blowing at them. They looked a bit funny and cute, not like two messengers who were responsible for the safety of the world, but two kids.
Chen VII's fingers were burned by the red and yellow sweet potato meat. He quickly shook his hand and asked the boss for some cold water. When the boss put the basin in front of him, he looked up at him and thanked him with a smile.
Chen VII's fingers moved in the water and left a fleeting handwriting. But the boss didn't seem to see his movement and turned away without any expression. It seemed that there was no deep meaning in his movement, but in fact, if the head was separated from the body, he was … shaking his head.
Back in the carriage, Chen VII was a bit disappointed when he thought of the response he saw before. He shook his head and said, "Mr. Thirteen said we must eat the sweet potatoes in this shop, but I don't know what's so good about them."
It was not until then that Chu Youxian realized that he had finished talking with the man in the roasted sweet potato shop. Hearing this, he knew that things were not going well, so he inevitably felt a bit down.
The hard wheels rolled over the bluestone slabs, making a creaking sound. The Papal Cavalrymen of the West-Hill Divine Palace were everywhere. When the sunlight fell on them, it was reflected by their black and gold armors and through the windows, making them squint.
Chu Youxian and Chen VII looked at each other and squinted in silence. They came to the Divine Halls of West-Hill to negotiate with the world on behalf of Ning Que. Logically speaking, the Divine Halls would not kill them before they heard what they had to say. But the battle that almost happened in Qinghe Prefecture showed that someone wanted them dead, and that person was the Hierarch Lord of the Divine Halls of West-Hill.
— Ning Que was not talking to the Hierarch Lord, which might be a bit humiliating for the Hierarch Lord, but it was not enough to make him want to kill them.
Now it seemed that the Hierarch Lord might have guessed something.
Thinking of the scene where the man in the roasted sweet potato shook his head, Chen VII said with a heavy heart, "How can I pass the message if I can't even see him?"
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The Divine Halls of West-Hill did not arrange for them to go to the Peach Mountain, but to live in the Revelation Institute in front of the mountain, which was very close to the famous peach blossom valley. Unfortunately, it was winter now, and it was hard to see the beautiful scene of peach blossoms all over the mountain.
Chu Youxian was very sorry about this, and he seemed to be a bit heartless. Chen VII knew that he was pretending, but there was nothing he could do. Everything was arranged by the Divine Halls, and they could only wait anxiously.
The Divine Halls did not give them more time to be anxious. The bigwig in charge of the negotiation came to the Revelation Institute in person the next morning.
Zhao Nanhai was the direct descendant of the Great Divine Priest of Light from the South Sea, and he was the most powerful supporter of the Abbey Dean. After the war, one of the Divine Halls of Light or the Divine Halls of Revelation would be reserved for him. There was no doubt that he was a real bigwig. He came to talk to two ordinary people like Chu Youxian and Chen VII, which showed enough respect for the Great Tang and showed enough sincerity.
But Chu Youxian and Chen VII did not think so. Before leaving, Ning Que had made it very clear that there was only one person in Haotian Taoism who had the power to speak. There was only one person who could and was willing to respond to the wishes of the Tang Empire. If they wanted to talk, they could only talk to these two people.
"I'm sorry."
Chu Youxian was very apologetic. He bowed and said, "It's not that I don't want to talk, but I really can't."
Zhao Nanhai had been in the South Sea for a long time. Even though he had returned to Haotian Taoism for several years, his skin was still dark. His divine robe fluttered even though there was no wind.
"You are the ones who want to talk, so you should be the ones who are anxious." Zhao Nanhai did not get angry. He looked at the two thoughtfully and said, "Let's talk when we want to."
After that, he left with a dozen red-robed divine priests, leaving no chance for Chu Youxian and Chen VII to speak.
Looking at those people disappearing on the mountain road, Chu Youxian said bitterly, "They don't even want to know who we want to talk to? Why are they so vigilant? "
In the following days, Chu Youxian and Chen VII were forgotten by the people of the Divine Halls of West-Hill. They spent all their time eating, sleeping and looking at the peach blossoms in the Revelation Institute …
The peach blossoms on the Peach Mountain used to bloom all year round. However, they had been cut by the Headmaster of the Academy and then tortured by Ning Que and Sangsang. They had become extremely weak and could not survive the cold winter. They were blown into the mud by the cold and no one cared about them.
Chu Youxian and Chen VII felt that they were the peach blossoms that no one cared about. No one came to visit them. They could not see the people they wanted to see, and no one listened to them. It seemed that the negotiation that many people had high hopes for was going to end without any progress.
The Divine Halls of West-Hill was indeed not in a hurry. As long as the Academy could not kill the Drunkard and the Butcher, Taoism would be invincible in this war. No matter how many people Ning Que killed, it could not change the fact. Therefore, they should be the ones who were in a hurry.
Ning Que's purpose of killing people in the autumn rain was to frighten Taoism and the human world. In a sense, he achieved his goal. But what he did also ignited a fire of anger in the human world. Whether it was the West-Hill, the South Jin Kingdom, the Golden Palace or the Yan Kingdom, those divine priests, soldiers and people whose loved ones died in his hands all wanted to skin him alive and eat his flesh.
He did a great job in mobilizing the Divine Halls for the war.
As for time … as time went by, the situation in the world became more and more favorable to the Divine Halls of West-Hill. Ordinary people might not understand it, but people on the Peach Mountain did.
There were many people who could understand this trend. For example, the bold and resourceful Chanyu of the Golden Tribe in the Wilderness. He knew very well that this long winter was not a torture for him and the warriors in his tribe, but a wonderful wait. Therefore, the fragrance of wine from the magnificent and exaggerated tent in the north of the City of Wei grew stronger day by day, and the number of cattle and sheep slaughtered around the tent that was like a cloud field increased day by day.
People in the Golden Palace were happy, just like what Ning Que saw when he returned to the City of Wei. A Da should have been happy too. In people's eyes, there was no reason for a young man whose fate had suddenly changed to be unhappy. But he was unhappy.
A Da was born in a small tribe on the grassland. He was defeated in a conflict with Chanyu's uncle's tribe. Many young men in the tribe were recruited into the dare-to-die army. Because of his young age, he was taken as a slave by a noble in the Golden Palace. If nothing went wrong, he would not live past the age of 16 because life was too hard.
Fortunately, it rained in spring. He was collecting cow dung on the grassland and was soaked. Maybe that was why he became stronger after the rain stopped.
That was the real strength, the strength bestowed by the merciful God. In the wrestling contest, the strongest warrior in the Golden Palace was no match for him. Even the terrifying General Lebu looked at him strangely. At that time, Chanyu's eyes were shining, and the national master looked at the sky in silence.
After that day, A Da became the most famous young warrior in the Golden Palace. He became the nominal disciple of the national master, the personal guard of Chanyu, and a vanguard general.
The war between the Golden Palace and the Tang Empire was intermittent. Although it was not as fierce as before, the situation at the border was still serious. In summer, a fierce conflict broke out for a grassland in the southeast of the Xiangwan Plain. The Tang Army, who had lost the Xiangwan Plain, was determined to take it. General Hua Ying, the most powerful man in the Northern Battlefront Army, led the army. But unexpectedly, he lost.
He was defeated by A Da.
There was no reason for A Da to be unhappy, but he was unhappy because many of his relatives who were recruited into the Vanguard Army were captured by the Tang. Just a few days ago, he heard that all his relatives were killed by the Tang. All of them were killed. None of them were spared.
He had become so strong that he could rebuild his tribe next year. But when he called back all of his family members and friends, they were all dead.
Those damn Tang Empire.
That Tang called Ning Que, damn it.
That night, A Da left the Golden Palace with a dozen of his cavalrymen. He passed through the deserted City of Wei and headed for the south, with the military order of Chanyu in his hand.
A Da did not lose his mind because of anger. He was illiterate, but he was not stupid. He was not crazy enough to go to Chang 'an to kill Ning Que. But he had to do something on behalf of Chanyu and himself.
The Tang Empire killed their people, so they would kill the Tang Empire.
When A Da arrived at the frontline where the two armies confronted each other, he saw the snowy sky and the tightened defense line of the Tang Empire. His eyes were filled with contempt.
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(I can't believe I can write more than five thousand words. It's been half a year.
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