Her ears were as translucent as jade and adorned with two earbells. As the wind blew past, the two earbells fluttered and tinkled.
This young lady was none other than the woman who had appeared with Elder Song at Li Junxian's side in the tea house.
"There's no need to worry. I've already arranged for Elder Song to deal with him. With just a little more time, we'll be able to push him out of the Imperial Court. He won't be able to threaten us, at least not in the Imperial Court!"
Li Junxian said.
With these words, the three of them vanished from the Imperial Palace.
… …
"How is it?"
Wang Chong had just boarded the carriage when a voice rang out at his ear. The King of Song was seated in a corner of the carriage, apparently waiting for a long time. Next to him was Minister of War Zhangchou Jianqiong, both of them looking at Wang Chong.
This was the first time the leader of the Confucian Sect had appeared in the Imperial Court, and the meeting between Wang Chong and Li Junxian had probably attracted the attention of countless people, both in the open and in the shadows.
"The Confucian Sect will soon move. Tell the generals of the militarists to be careful."
The moment Wang Chong boarded the carriage, he sat down next to The King of Song.
The two men in the carriage paled at these words.
"… In addition, although the foreign countries cannot be trusted, since they have already reached an agreement with them, they must ensure that the foreign countries strictly carry out their promise to reduce their armies. Lord Zhangchou, I'll leave this matter to you. "
Wang Chong turned to Zhangchou Jianqiong and said.
"Mm!"
Zhangchou Jianqiong solemnly nodded.
"As for Li Junxian, leave it to me!"
As Wang Chong spoke, he looked out the window, his gaze profound.
Rumble!
The carriage continued forward, vanishing into the deep alleys.
An hour later, countless officers and soldiers swarmed out of the palace and various government offices, pasting official notices all over the capital. Countless messenger pigeons soared into the sky, flying to various places in the Central Plains. Ouzan, the Abbasid Caliphate, the Eastern and Western Turks, the Goguryeo Empire, the Mengshe Zhao Empire … the news that the various countries had reduced their armies, amounting to nearly one million soldiers, quickly spread throughout the world.
Rumble! In an instant, the world was shaken. All the commoners of the Central Plains were shocked by this news.
"Impossible!"
"Great! That was great! The Tang dynasty and all the Wastelands are finally going to achieve peace! "
On the great land of the divine continent, in all the counties of the nine continents, everyone was excited by this news. Up until now, this could be said to be the best news in the Land of the Nine Continents. Countless people spread the news, and even set off fireworks and firecrackers. With this news came another name: Secretariat Advisor Li Junxian.
This was the first time the commoners had heard of this name. Although it was the first time, the miraculous feat of doing so without any bloodshed was deeply engraved in the minds of many people.
"Li Junxian!"
"Li Junxian!"
… …
In the streets of the Tang dynasty, adults were carrying children, all of them playing and laughing, their faces red with excitement.
"Young Master, listen!"
In the middle of the bustling streets of Chang 'an, a simple blue carriage followed the other carriages. The curtain of the carriage was pulled open, revealing the excited face of a young man.
"Now, Young Master has truly made the entire world know of you! We've really won this round! "
However, in the carriage, the young and handsome man in white, who was like frost and snow, had a calm expression and was not moved at all.
"It's not that we've won, but that the people of the world are longing for peace!"
Li Junxian indifferently said.
The young man serving at the side was stunned and immediately froze.
A light breeze blew a large parasol tree leaf through the window and into the carriage. Li Junxian extended a hand, allowing the leaf to fall into his palm. In the mottled sunlight, it changed colors. At that moment, Li Junxian's eyes were dazed as he thought of something. After a long, long time, Li Junxian finally came back to his senses.
"Master, we're about to succeed! All of this … did you see it all from the sky? "
Li Junxian inwardly muttered, a hint of sorrow in his eyes.
The carriage rumbled, and soon, the group of people disappeared.
… …
As the center of the eastern world, it had countless elite soldiers and powerful generals, as well as an existence like the King of Foreign Lands. Information from the Great Tang's capital was constantly being transmitted in all directions. Not long after the court session ended, a few people noticed that a few strange-looking eagles had mixed in with the birds and carrier pigeons flying over the capital and were rapidly flying off in all directions.
In the distant north, at the peak of Mount Sanmi in the Western Turkic Khaganate, a golden 'sun' illuminated the sky, one smaller than the other, and the other larger, shining upon the other. At that moment, Mount Sanmi seemed like a paradise on earth, sacred and beautiful. If one were to look carefully through the layers of golden sunlight on the mountain top, one would discover that there was a human figure in the light. He was covered in golden battle armor and looked very powerful. He was like a God of War who had descended to the mortal world. He was sitting on a huge rock and thinking silently.
In his body, surging and majestic Stellar Energy was surging like an ocean, circulating endlessly. Even an existence like the Celestial Wolf Great General Duwusili paled in comparison. Even the tens of thousands of elite soldiers guarding Mount Sanmi seemed as insignificant as a speck of dust.
That unparalleled and invincible aura was simply the most powerful existence on Mount Sanmi.
The Sun Great General, Wunu Shibi!
In the entire Western Turkic Khaganate, the only person with such grandeur and strength was the empire's War God, the Sun Great General of the Western Turks, Wunu Shupi, who was on par with the Ü-Tsang Empire's White Lion Great General and the Great Tang's Wang Zhongsi!
If the White Lion Great General was like We Tadra Khonglo, then the Sun Great General Wunu Shibi would have also been in seclusion, leaving everything to Duwusili and the other Turkic Great Generals to handle. Not too long ago, Wunu Shibi had emerged from seclusion and taken over the military and political authority of the Western Turkic Khaganate.
Ishbara Khagan's trust in Wunu Shibi had allowed this Western Turkic War God to enjoy a supreme status in the western steppe.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the sound of something tearing through the air came from the sky. Wunu Shibi's heart stirred, and he finally snapped out of his thoughts. He stretched out his palm, and when the eagle was still several feet away from the ground, it was immediately pulled by an invisible force, and with a whoosh, it fell into his palm.
"Ha! It's finally begun? "
Wunu Shibi opened the envelope, glanced at it, and quickly put it away. The corners of his lips immediately curled into a meaningful smile.
"Pass on my order. The Sannu Tribe, West Bull Tribe, Brightwolf Tribe, Black Wolf Tribe … immediately begin to reduce their armies! In addition, all soldiers are to retreat three hundred li. "
"Yes, Milord!"
Wunu Shibi's words were immediately followed by several other voices. Following this, several figures leaped onto the Divine Beasts and flew in all directions at lightning speed. The surroundings gradually quieted down, and a few moments later, he heard footsteps behind him. At the same time, Wunu Shibi sensed a powerful energy, dark and bizarre, incomparably pure, slowly approaching him.
The renowned Sun Great General only faintly smiled, not even turning his head as he continued to look forward.
"Reducing an army of two hundred thousand? Isn't this price a little too high?"
When he was still several dozen feet from Wunu Shibi, the footsteps finally stopped. At the same time, an elderly voice rang out in Wunu Shibi's ears.
"Ha, so even the Blackwater Shaman, who can see the future, feels regret?"
Wunu Shibi said without turning his head.
"It's not regret. I'm just hesitating. Isn't this price a little too high?"
Behind him, the black-robed Blackwater Shaman wielding a beast-headed staff said, "And you're wrong about one thing.
It's been a long time since I've been able to see the future. The future is constantly changing. Ever since that unprecedented snowstorm and the Great Freeze last year, I've lost my connection with the gods. The current me can no longer see the future!
"I've always felt that there's an invisible and powerful force interfering with the future, interfering with everything. Right now, I can only use the past to formulate a strategy for the future! "
The Blackwater Shaman stood motionless, his robes flapping in the wind.
If anyone else had heard this, they would have been absolutely stunned. The Blackwater Great Shaman, who possessed a supreme status in the Khaganate and could see the future, had actually lost his ability to see the future. This was enough to make all the influential nobles panic.
This was because the Blackwater Shaman's divine decree had always been guiding the Khaganate.
"That brat of the Tang Dynasty, do you still not see his future?"
Solar Great General Wunu Shibi suddenly said.
This question had come without warning. The Blackwater Shaman said nothing, but a complicated look appeared in his eyes.
"He's a variable. He has no past, and not even the gods can see through his future!"
"Is that so?"
The Solar Great General faintly smiled, half jeering.
"He's a scion of the Great Tang, the youngest grandson of Wang Jiuling's first wife. Everything about him is so clear that even an ordinary spy would be able to clearly investigate his past. But in your eyes, there's no past? "
The Blackwater Shaman had an exalted status, and even Ishbara Khagan respected him. But very few people knew that this Blackwater Shaman had a deep friendship with Solar Great General Wunu Shibi. Long before the Blackwater Shaman had become famous, the two had been very good friends.
"What can be seen is often the most bewildering. A hedonistic scion who accomplished nothing before the age of sixteen, who could even toy with a scoundrel, was able to grow into the world's most outstanding War God in such a short amount of time, even defeating an army of one million soldiers. Do you really think that all of this is as simple as it seems? "
The Blackwater Shaman was calm and composed, not the slightest bit angry.
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