For ordinary people and tourists, the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival was a grand festival and the theme of this autumn. But for the real bigwigs, the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival was just a reason and an excuse for them to meet. They just needed to use this excuse to meet and discuss some real issues.
Before the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival, the diplomatic corps of various countries had reached a final plan. They only needed to submit it to the imperial court of each country for review, and then the emperor or king stamped it with the royal seal.
In this plan, all the countries in the Central Plains agreed to continue to send troops to the Wilderness next year, and they would greatly increase the number of troops and strengthen the logistics. The Tang Empire was also requested to show its true strength, instead of remaining silent as it did the year before.
The reason for this was that the situation in the Wilderness had become more and more chaotic. After the Desolate Man gained a firm foothold, they only needed a year of recuperation before they regained their strength. The Left King's Palace of the Barbarians, who had been fooled by the countries of the Central Plains in the last war, finally came to their senses after paying a heavy price in blood. They began to wander between the Central Plains and the Desolate Man and tried to take revenge.
The Desolate Man had left the world for too long, and the barbarians were the masters of the Wilderness for the past thousand years. Although the Left King's Palace had lost a lot of power, they were very familiar with the Wilderness. If they really got entangled with the Central Plains countries, they could hide in the vast Min Mountain even if they were defeated. The Central Plains countries had no better way to deal with them.
What the Central Plains countries were most wary of was the cavalry of the Left King's Palace. Under such a heavy loss, they might really give up the dignity of the Left King's Palace and turn to the Golden Palace.
The Golden Palace had been very quiet for decades. Many people in the Central Plains had forgotten the existence of this ferocious beast. But the officials and nobles knew very well that the South Jin Kingdom was said to be the second most powerful country in the world. In fact, the second most powerful country in the world was still the Golden Palace.
The Golden Palace had the best cavalry, the most horses, and the most high priests. If it were not for the Min Mountain, the several valiant Chanyu of the Golden Palace would have already unified the entire Wilderness.
And if it were not for the Tang Empire's hundreds of years of unyielding resistance in the south, the cavalry of the Golden Palace would have swept the Central Plains much earlier, or even to the foot of the Peach Mountain of West-Hill.
In the face of the envoys' anger and pleading, the Tang Empire's envoys finally agreed to sign the plan. On the one hand, it was because of the pressure from the West-Hill Divine Palace, but more importantly, it was for the Tang Empire's own strategic considerations.
The Tianqi Mountains and the Min Mountain were actually the same mountain range. They stretched for thousands of miles and ran through the north of the mainland, cutting the Wilderness into two halves. However, there was a very narrow valley in the middle that divided the Wilderness into the north and the south. The people of the Central Plains used to call it the Southern Min Mountain and the Northern Min Mountain, while the grassland barbarians used to call the Northern Min Mountain as Tianqi Mountain.
If the Left King's Palace wanted to contact the Golden Tribe Royal Court and even fight together, their cavalry had to pass through the valley. To the west of the valley was the city that the Tang Empire had spent countless manpower and resources to build.
This was the farthest and most important city from the Great Tang.
Chang 'an would never allow that city to be threatened.
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The envoys from the Front Temple had already finished their mission. They either went to the town to have fun with the people or left early to rush back to their respective capitals to report on the outcome of the discussion.
The cultivators from various sects were still in the Middle Temple. If it was any other day, the heads of these cultivation sects would definitely leave with the bigwigs from various countries. Because of the West-Hill Divine Palace, they had to listen to the orders of the royal families. However, the situation was different this year. They had to wait for the bigwigs in the Back Temple to speak.
The bigwigs in the Back Temple were the real bigwigs. Whether it was Mr. Cheng from the Sword Garret or Aunt Quni Madi and the Flower Addict Lu Chenjia, they could all ignore the affairs of their respective countries. Moreover, this year, the president of the Commandment Yard of the Xuankong Temple and the representatives from the Academy and the West-Hill Divine Palace were there.
The representative from the Academy was naturally Ning Que. Sangsang was very qualified to be the representative of the West-Hill Divine Palace. However, she only had the title of the Divine Hall and did not have any specific duties. Most importantly, the Divine Hall knew very well that the Lady of Light would definitely not care about these affairs, so they sent a divine priest to help.
The divine priest was Ning Que's acquaintance. He was the Priest of the Divine Hall of Revelation, Cheng Lixue.
Ning Que looked at Cheng Lixue and said helplessly, "How could the Divine Hall think of helping? If Sangsang really said something, would you really listen to her? Who would believe that? "
Cheng Lixue smiled and said, "If the Lady of Light is really willing to express her opinion, of course I will respect her opinion. And I believe that no one in the Divine Hall will object to her opinion."
"Don't say such repetitive words to express goodwill in the future. It's meaningless."
Ning Que looked at him and said, "You should have heard about the rumor about my origin."
Cheng Lixue looked calm and said, "I have heard about it."
Ning Que asked, "Do you believe it?"
Cheng Lixue smiled and said, "I don't know."
Ning Que asked, "Does the Great Divine Priest of Revelation know about it?"
Cheng Lixue shook his head and said, "The Great Divine Priest said that he doesn't know either."
Ning Que said, "Then if someone in Haotian Taoism says that I am the Son of Yama, don't blame me for being rude."
Cheng Lixue said helplessly, "If you don't mention it yourself, who would dare to mention that rumor in front of you?"
Ning Que smiled and said, "Spreading a rumor may bring a moment of pleasure, but the whole family will die. I am just reminding you."
Cheng Lixue really didn't want to continue this meaningless conversation with him. He took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it to Ning Que. He said, "This is a letter from the Great Divine Priest of Judgment. He wants me to hand it to you personally."
Ning Que was slightly stunned. He took the letter and opened it. It was indeed Ye Hongyu's handwriting.
In the letter, Ye Hongyu briefly described the process of chasing after Prince Long Qing outside the North of Yan Kingdom. She didn't go into detail about the thunder by the Blue Lake. She only told him that Long Qing was not dead, and that he had met up with the Left King's Palace with dozens of powerful fallen knights and escaped into the depths of the Wilderness.
Long Qing was actually able to escape from Ye Hongyu's sword. This was very different from Ning Que's prediction. He guessed that something must have happened, but since Ye Hongyu refused to tell him, there was nothing he could do.
Thinking of the black peach blossom and the aura of Quietus, Ning Que felt uneasy and vigilant.
He was very clear about how powerful and terrifying Long Qing was now. Especially his strange devouring skill, it would make him powerful at an astonishing speed.
That day in the autumn rain in front of the Red Lotus Temple, if Long Qing hadn't been so shocked by the Practice of Taotie that he only wanted to escape, he might have died in the hands of this person.
Although there were no Haotian Taoism cultivators in the Wilderness, there were many priests and sorcerers. Without preparation, these priests and sorcerers were the most delicious and fat lambs in Long Qing's eyes.
A person who should have died long ago refused to die, and became more and more terrifying and powerful. Ning Que even felt a little admiration for Long Qing. He slowly raised his eyebrows and thought silently, would the saying that they were lifelong enemies that had been circulating for years become a reality?
Ye Hongyu's letter had two pieces of paper.
On the second piece of paper, she drew a sword.
Ning Que looked at the paper and felt the hidden sword style in it. He could vaguely feel the unwillingness and strength when she drew the sword. He could not help but feel a chill in his heart and murmured, "You actually have another realization so soon … Can you not be so powerful? This will make me look very weak."
Although he said so, in fact, he was very grateful to Ye Hongyu. She drew a sword to let him know that she had another realization of the Dahe Sword. Naturally, she was worried that he would be too slow and would not be a match for Long Qing in the future.
Of course, Ning Que also understood that with the character of the Tao Addict, apart from the above reasons, the more important reason should be that she was worried that he would fall too far behind and that it would be meaningless to kill him in the future.
Cheng Lixue heard his previous words and could not help but say bitterly, "When I saw you in the Wilderness, you had not yet entered the Seethrough State. Today, you have actually entered the Knowing Destiny State. If this is considered weak, then should I immediately dig a hole and jump in in front of you and the Divine Priest of Judgment?"
Ning Que patted his shoulder to comfort him, "A contented person will always be happy."
Cheng Lixue almost spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his snow-white eyebrows.
After a while, he said helplessly, "I finally understand why Prince Long Qing was so angry when he returned to the Divine Hall after losing to you in Chang 'an. No matter who lost the opportunity to become a student of the Headmaster of the Academy, everyone would be as angry as him. Moreover, it is really difficult to sleep after losing to someone like you."
Ning Que said with a smile, "I did not do anything at that time. I only asked him if he wanted to eat a cake."
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Ordinary cultivation sects were naturally not qualified to participate in the meeting at the back hall of the Lanke Temple. They could only wait in the middle of the temple and discuss. However, looking at their expressions, they were not very nervous or solemn.
Those who could not look up at the sky naturally did not know how high the sky was. Those who could not come into contact with the true secrets naturally could not see the danger ahead and were easy to be happy. These cultivators still thought that the Underworld Invasion was only a legend, so of course they were not nervous.
The four stone statues of the Venerable sat silently at the side of the hall. The hall was still quiet because only a few people were qualified to sit in the hall.
Master Qishan sat in the middle, his thin face full of benevolence.
Monk Guan Hai stood beside him.
Ning Que and Sangsang sat to the left of the master.
Master Boshu, the president of the Commandment Yard of the Xuankong Temple, sat to the right of the master.
No matter how noble the other people in the hall were in the world, they had to show enough respect in front of the representatives of the two Unknown Places.
Cheng Lixue represented the West-Hill Divine Palace and sat to the right of Sangsang. Quni Madi, the powerhouse of the Sword Garret Cheng Ziqing, Mo Shanshan, and the Flower Addict Lu Chenjia sat in order.
Master Dongming, who presided over the second game of chess on the Wa Mountain, was also in the hall. However, he did not sit with the others, but under the side wall. He looked at Sangsang and smiled slightly, looking very calm and relaxed.
There were only ten people in the hall, but these ten people could represent the entire cultivation world.
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(Everyone knows that there will be a big show, so I have been constantly revising the outline. It took too much time and energy. This is the second chapter. I have written a lot of the third chapter, but I am thinking about how to change it. I will update it before 10 o 'clock.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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