Sixth Brother looked at Ning Que and said, "If the material of the arrow shaft is changed to mixed silver, your talisman must be redesigned. I will make some mixed silver later, and you can take it back to try."
Ning Que thought of the little handmaiden floating in the Old Brush Pen Shop in the middle of the night, scratched his head and said, "Sixth Brother, please help me prepare more materials. The previous talisman was very light, and it seems that it should be heavier this time."
Seventh Sister threw the pot lid to Chen Pipi and clapped her hands. She looked at the two people in discussion and asked doubtfully, "Why don't you ask Master Yan Se to carve talismans on the arrow shaft? Won't the talismans carved by Divine Talisman Masters be better? "
For ordinary Talisman Masters, the talismans they wrote could only be activated by their own Psyche Power frequency, but this rule was not applicable to Divine Talisman Masters with mysterious states. Divine Talisman Masters like Master Yan Se were able to seal the Qi of Heaven and Earth on the talisman paper. As long as the user controlled the Qi of Heaven and Earth with his Psyche Power, the power of the talisman could be activated.
The importance of Divine Talisman Masters to national armies and sects was reflected here. However, Divine Talisman Masters had such a high status that ordinary martial cultivators were not qualified to ask them to specially make weapons for themselves. What's more, if the armors and weapons of martial cultivators wanted to bear the powerful talisman carved by Divine Talisman Masters, they needed enough high-quality or even rare materials. But rare materials must be expensive, which was one of the important reasons why Divine Talisman Weapons were extremely rare.
Ning Que was about to explain the difference between the two to Seventh Sister when Fourth Brother, who had been silent for a long time in the dark corner of the room, said, "The talismans carved by Divine Talisman Masters are powerful, but they are others' talismans after all. It's better for Youngest Brother to carve his own talisman for the close-range weapons he needs. The two can communicate with each other and even change according to the surrounding environment, which is very good for improving his state and enhancing his fighting advantage."
After a short pause, he continued, "People like Youngest Brother who have a great Lucky Chance can ask Master Yan Se to carve talismans for him at any time, but he can't do that. Once he becomes dependent on the Fixed Divine Talisman, it will be more difficult for him to make progress. What's more, the talismans on the weapons are not made by himself. If they are damaged, where can he repair them?"
A few days ago, Ning Que wanted to ask his master to carve a talisman on his weapon. At that time, Master Yan Se's answer was very similar to Fourth Brother's. He could not help but nod. Suddenly, he thought of the thing that Chen Pipi mentioned when he first entered the back of the mountain of the Academy. He looked at Fourth Brother and asked curiously, "Fourth Brother, the armor of General Xiahou …"
Fourth Brother replied, "The Divine Talisman armor on Xiahou is a Divine Talisman designed by Professor Huang He himself. Your Sixth Brother and I are just blacksmiths and carvers, and we did some technical work."
Thinking of the general who wore the Divine Talisman armor and had been victorious in the Yan territory for more than ten years, Ning Que smiled with mixed feelings after a long time of silence. He shook his head and sighed, "We, the four border generals of the Tang Empire, are really honored to be able to invite a Divine Talisman Master like Professor Huang He to make talismans and two Senior Brothers to make armor with great care."
Fourth Brother shook his head expressionlessly and said, "The Four Generals have no influence on the Academy. Although I'm not a Divine Talisman Master, General Xu Shi can't ask me to do anything if I don't want to. After all, it's because of Professor Huang He. Since he has asked, we can't refuse."
"Is Professor Huang He familiar with General Xia Hou?" Ning Que asked casually.
Fourth Brother looked up at him and said after a moment of silence, "Professor Huang He is a visiting professor of the Imperial Center Administration. It's his duty to enhance the strength of the Imperial Military."
Hearing the words "Imperial Center Administration", Ning Que remembered the token hidden in his belt. Since His Majesty gave him the token, he had never visited the Imperial Center Administration. He only knew that it was an institution used by the Empire to manage cultivators. He couldn't help but wonder if he could get some benefits from his identity in the Imperial Center Administration.
Walking stones at the bottom of the stream and testing arrows by the lake, time seemed to pass much faster in the Back Mountain of the Academy than in the outside world. Seeing that the sun was setting and the light was getting darker, Ning Que took the heavy mixed silver wrought iron wrapped in leather from Sixth Brother, saluted to Senior Brothers and Sisters with hands folded in front, and then walked out of the mountain.
Chen Pipi saw him out of the mountain. Before entering the fog, he suddenly stopped and asked with doubt on his chubby face, "Did Master Yan Se really say that … your aptitude in Talisman Taoism can be ranked in the top three in history?"
Ning Que patted his shoulder and comforted him, "Are you feeling a little lost, lonely, and cold because you finally found that you can't compare with me in cultivation? Think about it. You can't enter Talisman Taoism, why do you compare with me in this? Think about Liu Bai, the Sage of Sword, he can't catch up with me in this aspect. "
Hearing that Ning Que compared himself with the most powerful man in the world, Chen Pipi's mood didn't improve immediately. He replied sarcastically, "I am a Grand Cultivator in the Knowing Destiny State. Do you think I will envy you, a mere No Doubts State cultivator?"
"That's not what you said." Ning Que retorted with a smile, "I have only cultivated for a year and jumped from the Initial State to the No Doubts State. Who can be sure that I can't enter the Knowing Destiny State in the future?"
"You only have ten acupoints in the Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow. You have to admit that your aptitude is inferior."
Chen Pipi looked at him sympathetically and said, "Even if the Headmaster of the Academy forcibly teaches your wooden head to the Knowing Destiny State, so what? You are just a wooden head in the Knowing Destiny State. "
Ning Que frowned and said, "The Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow is blocked, but it doesn't mean that my head is blocked."
Chen Pipi stood in front of the fog on the mountain path and looked back at him with a smile. He said, "Anyway, I'm not sure whether your aptitude in Talisman Taoism is in the top three in history. But I can be sure that even if you enter the Knowing Destiny State, you must be the weakest one in history. You can't influence the Qi of Heaven and Earth more than three feet away from you. How can you call yourself a Grand Cultivator then? "
When he mentioned Grand Cultivators, he deliberately emphasized the word 'Grand Cultivator' and bit down on it.
Ning Que's face had long been trained in the cold wind of Min Mountain and the wild sand of the frontier fortress. He didn't care about Chen Pipi's sarcasm at all. He just thought that it was a pity that he hadn't seen the legendary Headmaster of the Academy and Eldest Brother since he entered the Second floor of the Academy for several months. He thought that if he could be taught by the Headmaster of the Academy, how fast would his cultivation progress be?
"When will the Headmaster and Eldest Brother come back?"
"No one knows."
"Traveling abroad … there will be a time when they come back, right? It's been more than a year. "
"Traveling to enjoy the scenery and visiting friends is much happier than cultivating in the Back Mountain. If it were me, I wouldn't be willing to come back."
Ning Que looked at him with a smile and asked, "I heard that the Headmaster only took Eldest Brother when he traveled around the world these years. Why didn't he take you? Last year in the old library, you bragged every day that you were the favorite of the Headmaster of the Academy. It doesn't seem like it. "
Chen Pipi shook his head and said with emotion, "You don't understand. The world respects the Headmaster of the Academy and doesn't dare to disrespect him. As students, of course, no one can serve the Headmaster of the Academy well like Eldest Brother. If it were you, would you take a spoiled daughter out or a wife who can cook? "
It was a very absurd question, but Ning Que actually began to seriously think about it while standing in front of the fog on the mountain path. After thinking for a long time, he answered, "I will take care of Sangsang. She can cook and serve."
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The summer in the Wilderness was about to end. The temperature of the fertile grassland gradually cooled down and the color of the grass on the black mud gradually faded. However, the grassland in the north far away from the Central Plains was still a lively scene. Countless tents were connected like clouds, and people were slaughtering sheep and barbecuing meat, singing and dancing merrily.
After countless tragic and bloody battles, the Desolate Man who migrated from the extremely cold north to the hot south finally defeated the grassland barbarians' will to resist after a thousand years. The Left King's Palace paid the price of thousands of elite cavalrymen's deaths, but still could not stop the Desolate Man's unyielding footsteps. They had to move all the tribes close to the north to the grasslands and pastures further south, leaving the fertile grasslands in the north to the Desolate Man.
The brave Desolate Man warriors won and had a new home in their homeland a thousand years ago. This homeland was cold and harsh in the eyes of the Central Plains people. But for the suffering people who lived in the extremely cold north all year round, it was undoubtedly as beautiful as heaven.
Not long ago, the women and children of the Desolate Man tribe, who had been lagging behind because of the slow migration, finally arrived at this new homeland. The number of people who successfully arrived far exceeded the Desolate Man's expectation when they decided to migrate south, which made all the Desolate Man even more surprised.
In the tents of the grassland, relatives reunited and settled down in their own homes. They were familiar with the beautiful but strange new life. The smell of milk from the mutton soup and the smell of burnt dung mixed together and smelled extremely happy to the Desolate Man.
The party lasted from night to the evening of the next day. The Desolate Man warriors used the liquor they robbed from the grassland palace to reward themselves and their hard-working families. Then they reminisced about their relatives who died on the way or hugged their wives tenderly and returned to their tents to sleep. The oil lamps did not need to be lit at all.
The tent in the northwest of the grassland, which looked simple but was obviously much larger, was brightly lit. More than ten braziers were hanging in the air half a person's height, brightly illuminating the tent.
The elders of the Desolate Man and the most powerful warrior leaders celebrated the victory for a whole day. But then they fell into deep thought and silence because of a certain topic brought up by an elder.
"What's so scary about the Tangs?"
A leader of the Desolate Man warriors, who was as strong as a bear, looked at the old elders in confusion. He said in a low voice, "We are all natural warriors. Even when we are tired from migrating thousands of miles to the south, we can still defeat the palace on the grassland. As long as we rest on this grassland for half a year, who in the world can be our match?"
The Desolate Man elder sitting in the deepest part of the tent looked at him calmly. After a moment of silence, he said, "No matter how strong a warrior is, once he is controlled by pride, he will become weak."
The strong leader of the Desolate Man warriors looked flustered after being criticized by the highly respected First Elder. He quickly bowed his head and asked for forgiveness. However, it was clear from his eyes that he still did not understand the fear of his elders.
"This grassland was originally the hometown of the Desolate Man. We were once the most powerful kingdom in the world. But why were our ancestors forced to leave this fertile grassland a thousand years ago and go to the cold region of the Far North to suffer?"
The elder looked around at the people in the tent and said expressionlessly, "Because the Tangs defeated us."
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After a long silence, the elder continued, "I want you to remember the reason why our ancestors were forced to leave the grassland, not to seek revenge, but to remind you how powerful the Tang Empire is."
"A thousand years ago, our ancestors swept across the mainland and no one dared to resist. Even the West-Hill Divine Kingdom only wanted to preach at the beginning and had no hostility. Until the Li Tang Empire was founded, our ancestors were defeated again and again. In the end, they almost lost their race. They signed an agreement with the Tang Empire and retreated to the cold region, swearing not to return to the south. Only then did they retain some of their seeds."
The elder slowly told the stories of the Desolate Man that had been passed down from generation to generation. There was a dead silence in the tent.
"Our ancestors' territory was a hundred times larger than ours, and their population was a hundred times larger. Their experts were as numerous as the stars in the night sky. But they still died in the hands of the Tangs. Now our tribe has suffered in the Hot Sea for a thousand years, but we only have a few hundred thousand people. How can we be compared to our ancestors? How can we look down on the Tangs? "
"What we need to worry about now is how to deal with the Tangs once we come into contact with them."
There was a reply in the tent, "We don't want the land of the Central Plains. We snatched back our own grassland. Even if the Barbarian Royal Court is driven to the south by us and they have a dispute with the Central Plains, what does that have to do with us?"
Someone said worriedly, "Our tribe's move to the south is a violation of the agreement we signed with the Tangs a thousand years ago. If the Tangs use this as an excuse, how should we deal with it?"
The elder looked down and said, "The Left King's Court, the Right King's Court, and the Golden King's Court. After a thousand years, there are only some barbarians left on the grassland. And we, the real descendants of the Heavenly Khan, are forced to live a difficult life beside the Hot Sea. It's fine if we can survive, but since we can't, moving to the south is inevitable. The night is ahead and death is behind. Any agreement is meaningless. "
Then he looked up at the most important people in the Desolate Man's tribe and said in a low voice, "But if we can avoid a war with the Tang Empire, we must. If the Tangs send an envoy to question us, we must deal with it well."
Everyone in the tent agreed in unison.
Suddenly, the elder noticed that the person was not in the tent. He could not help but frown. Although that person would never express any opinions in the meeting of the elders and was used to being silent, he was after all the most powerful warrior of the Desolate Man. It was not right that he was not present when such an important matter was being discussed.
"Where did he go?"
"I don't know."
Just as the old man was about to say something, he suddenly sensed a faintly discernible aura coming from the far west. He could not sense how powerful the aura was, but the unique aura deeply touched his old heart.
The elder's body suddenly stiffened and his face revealed a look of awe and fear. He hurriedly moved his body backward and knelt down towards the west. He stretched out his hands in front of him, looking unusually respectful.
The skinny elders beside him also felt the aura from the west. Their expressions changed drastically and they quickly bent down on the carpet and sincerely reached out their hands to kowtow.
The middle-aged leaders of the Desolate Man tribes did not feel the aura. They could not help but feel shocked and confused when they saw the reaction of the elders. They subconsciously knelt down and kowtowed to the west.
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(Thinking about the New Year, I was so happy and excited that I couldn't sleep again. I didn't sleep for a day and night, so I wrote a chapter and then write the next one. When I am too sleepy, I will update as much as I have written. I am so crazy …) If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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