A hint of worry flashed across the girl's face. "Why do you ask? What problem could we have?"
"It's been so long and he hasn't come to see you." The man snorted. "No matter how busy the Ming Dynasty is, Guang Ming Ding is not too far from Yarkand. Does he really have no time to spare?"
The two were Huo Qingtong and her brother Huo Ayi. She had accompanied her brother to Western Xia to participate in the princess' matchmaking event.
"Leader Zhang must have something important to do during this period of time. I haven't heard from him for several months. Rumor has it that he is cultivating a peerless divine art in seclusion," an old man on the side said in a deep voice. He was naturally Tian Chi Strange Hero Yuan Shixiao.
"Grandpa, Zhang Jiaozhu's kung fu is already so good. Why does he still need to train in martial arts?" A beautiful girl in purple beside him asked curiously. She was Yuan Shixiao's granddaughter, Yuan Ziyi.
"There is always someone better. Although Zhang Jiaozhu's kung fu is good, there are a few people in Mongolia who are just as good as him. Rumor has it that Temujin has been training in a demonic art and his kung fu has become unfathomable. I'm afraid no one in the world can defeat him." Yuan Shixiao's voice was full of worry, and there was a hint of fear in the depths of his eyes.
"Could it be that even Song … Song QingShu is no match for him?" A handsome man at the side said with a complicated expression.
"Over the years," Yuan Shixiao said, "Temujin has killed countless masters of the West. Even the King of Assassins of the Persian Ming Cult, the Old Man of the Mountain, was defeated by him. Song Qingshu's kung fu is good, but he is still not as good as Temujin. "
Huo Qingtong couldn't help but say, "Song Qingshu's kung fu has improved a lot since the Golden Snake Gathering." She couldn't help but think of the last time she saw him at Songzhou City's Drumming Mountain.
Yuan Shixiao's expression changed. "No wonder I keep hearing news about him from the Central Plains. But Temujin has gathered all the resources of the Mongolian Empire to train. It's beyond the reach of ordinary people."
"If Zhang Jiaozhu teamed up with him, they should be able to beat Temujin." Huo Qingtong was also unsure if Song Qingshu's kung fu was comparable to Temujin's. After all, Temujin's reputation in the Western Regions was enough to stop children from crying at night.
Suddenly noticing the melancholy look on the man's face, Huo Qingtong comforted him, "Head Leader Chen, I've also heard about the grudge between you and Song Qingshu. You don't have to take it to heart. In the past, when Liu Bang and Xiang Yu fought, they said that it was a battle of wits and not a battle of strength, so you don't have to worry too much about the fact that your martial arts are not as good as his."
The man was the head of the Red Flower Society, Chen Jialuo. He bowed to Huo Qingtong and said, "Thank you, Miss Huo, for enlightening me. Your words have enlightened me."
Huo Qingtong smiled. "It's good that Head Leader can pull himself together again. This time, Head Leader is a man of striking appearance. Who knows, you might be able to win the favor of the Princess of Xixia and be elected as the Emperor's son-in-law. At that time, the good relationship between the Wooden Table Ethics Division and Xixia will depend on you."
Hearing his sister's words, Huo Ayi secretly curled her lips. Handsome my ass, he's just a stray dog.
Chen Jialuo hurriedly waved his hand. "Miss Huo, you're exaggerating. I know my own limitations. How can I compare to the talents of the various countries in the world? For example, Brother Huo, I'm far inferior. Moreover, I have no intention of participating in the marriage contest." As he said this, a beautiful figure appeared in his mind. What Princess of Xixia? How can she compare to your sister …
Hearing Chen Jialuo admit his inferiority, Huo Ayi's expression softened a little.
"Head Leader, you're too modest." Huo Qingtong said with a smile. However, she sighed inwardly. Chen Jialuo was a modest gentleman. Unfortunately, the setbacks in the past few years had caused him to lose the drive of a young man.
At this time, at the border of Qinghai and Xixia, a group of people raised their heads and looked at the city not far away. This group of people was dressed differently from the people of Xixia and even more differently from the people of the Central Plains.
"Zampu, we have been at war with the Western Xia all these years. But this time, we have come to participate in the Western Xia's marriage contest. Isn't it a little inappropriate?" A man who looked like a monk from the Tantric Sect asked as he looked at a handsome and extraordinary man beside him.
"This time, Zong Zan is participating in the betrothal contest, and he's far away from our headquarters. This is an extremely rare opportunity, so how can I not give him a present?" The handsome man sneered coldly as his eyes were filled with hatred.
It turned out that he was the leader of the Tubo people in Qinghai. Tubo was no longer as prosperous as it was in the Tang Dynasty. In the past few hundred years, it could be said to be extremely weak and fragmented.
Decades ago, the Tubo Zan Pudama of the previous generation passed away. Yongdan, who was adopted by the first concubine, and Ou Song, who was born to the young concubine, began to fight for the position of Zan Pu. The ministers were also divided into two factions. In the end, Yongdan won and occupied Lhasa. Ou Song led his subordinates and settled down in Qinghai. In the end, he died with regret. Zan Siluo was Ou Song's descendant.
Zan Siluo could be said to have surpassed his master. In recent years, he had unified the tribes near Qingtang and Hehuang and formed a powerful regime. Because it bordered Xixia, the two sides could not avoid all kinds of conflicts. Li Yuanhao had sent troops to attack Zan Siluo, but they were defeated several times by Zan Siluo. Therefore, the two sides could be said to be quite hostile.
The greater the ability, the greater the ambition. Zan Siluo was not satisfied with just being the leader of the Tubo people in Qinghai. He wanted to be the king of the whole Tubo. Therefore, the current Tubo Zan was a target that he had to get rid of.
Prince Zong Zan, as the descendant of Yongdan and the future heir of the Lhasa Royal Lineage, could be said to be his natural enemy.
"Don't worry, State Preceptor. In front of all the countries in the world, Xixia will not dare to do anything to us," Zan Siluo smiled contemptuously. "Moreover, Xixia has been in frequent internal strife during this time. They will not have the spare power to deal with us."
The Tantric monk on the side was the State Preceptor under Zan Siluo, Li Lizun. He was proficient in Buddhism and had high martial arts skills. In recent years, Li Lizun was able to build such a huge foundation for Zan Siluo.
"Compared to Xixia, I am worried that Zong Zan will not be so easy to deal with," Li Lizun said worriedly. "Zong Zan is naturally a good-for-nothing, but the Great Wheel Wisdom King Jiu Mozhi who escorted him here is not easy to deal with. Although it is a little embarrassing, I have to admit that in terms of martial arts talent, Jiu Mozhi is above me."
Zan Siluo chuckled. "Sometimes, killing does not necessarily require a knife."
"What do you mean by that?" Li Lizun was curious.
"I heard that Princess Jincheng is accompanying Zong Zan this time. I heard that Princess Jincheng is a rare beauty. She is Zong Zan's mother in name, but they are about the same age. An old man with a young wife, and my son is still young and vigorous, hehe … "Si Boluo's eyes flashed, as if he already had a card up his sleeve.
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