(In the chapters written a few days ago, the Tang Second Master was written as Third Master, mainly because I always wanted to make Tang Thirty-Six the Third Young Master in the future … I admit my mistake, the manuscript has been changed. Also, I haven't applied for annual leave. Haha, anyway, I'm just writing slowly, telling stories, and playing with everyone.)
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As she imagined the Pope on the battlefield, An Hua's eyes slightly brightened, her heart filled with respect as she thought, truly extraordinary. As a member of the Orthodoxy, she was especially proud and her mood was slightly disturbed. She did not notice that the eyes of the young array master on the sickbed had opened a small slit, revealing a very gloomy gaze.
At this moment, the courtyard outside the window was slightly chaotic. The general had arrived at the Sacred Hospital, bringing with him a piece of news that was hard to verify.
A place called Gaoyang Village might still have Cinnabar Pills. Why? Because the mysterious person who had refined the Cinnabar Pill was probably living there.
The question that the entire continent wanted to know had suddenly been answered. For a moment, An Hua found it hard to accept. Even after she calmed down, she still found it hard to believe. But the young array master only had seven days left to live, and the journey from the Mount Song Army headquarters to Gaoyang Village only required three days. At the very least, in terms of numbers, there was hope.
She looked at the young array master with pity and said, "I want to see it, even if it's fake."
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Very far south from the Mount Song Army headquarters was Tianliang County, but the scenery in Hanqiu City was clearly much better. The only regret was that the famous manor outside the city could not be restored to its former glory. The cold-resistant willow trees grew again, and the land was covered in greenery. It looked like a grassland that had been eaten by sheep.
Two years ago, Zhu Luo had been beheaded by Divine General Han Qing beneath the Mausoleum of Books. The Zhu clan and the Emotion-Severing Sect had lost the protection of experts of the Divine Domain and were no longer as powerful as they once were. However, Tianliang County was still a place that the Zhu clan had managed for more than a thousand years. The Imperial Court owed them a favor, and coupled with their close relationship with the Prince of Xiang's faction, no one in Tianliang County dared to oppose them, much less challenge the Zhu clan's position in Hanqiu City.
However, Zhu Ye was clearly not in a good mood. As he gazed at the plains on both sides of the river, a hint of loathing and hatred appeared in his eyes.
He was the current head of the Emotion-Severing Sect and the head of the Zhu Clan. It could be said that he had inherited most of Zhu Luo's inheritance. Everyone knew that he was not Zhu Luo's son, but his nephew, yet he was able to sit so stably on the position of Lord of Hanqiu City. From this, one could tell that he was definitely very strong, or at least very ruthless.
"I don't like to see thousands of miles of scorched earth, and I don't like to see these rotten plasters either. I have to think of a way to cure them."
Zhu Ye raised the wine cup in his hand and gestured to the person across from him. "If there's good medicine, I naturally don't mind putting in some effort."
The one drinking with him was a general, his body exuding a powerful Qi that clearly surpassed the upper level of Star Condensation.
Mount Song's Divine General Ning Shiwei had no background and had a wooden temperament. Back then, the Divine Empress had disliked him, so although he was powerful and skilled in military management, his ranking among the Great Zhou's Divine Generals had never been high and his reputation was not prominent. It was only after the coup of the Mausoleum of Books that he received a decree and returned to the capital. After performing several major feats, he finally obtained the appreciation of the venerable Daoist and the Prince of Xiang.
On the banks of the Luo River, when Xiao Zhang severed his arm and broke through, two Divine Generals had wanted to kill him, but they had been stopped by Xiao Zhang's spear. One of them had been him.
Perhaps it was precisely because of this that he had to bear the responsibility for his failure and be forced to leave the capital, coming to the Mount Song Army headquarters.
The Mount Song Army headquarters was naturally much stronger than his previous army headquarters. He knew that this was the Imperial Court's reward for him, but he was still not satisfied. If the Tang Second Master had not clearly expressed his dissatisfaction with him to the venerable Daoist, he would have remained in the capital in an even more important position, such as replacing Xu Shiji.
In the two years he had spent in the Mount Song Army headquarters, he had thought about many things, so he very quickly understood the meaning behind Zhu Ye's somewhat cryptic words.
This pill could regrow bones and cure the dying, so it could naturally be like a spring breeze, turning the scorched Myriad Willows Garden green once more.
Zhu Ye naturally would not actually use this medicine to make water or irrigate the ground. This was just a description, a very fitting one.
Ning Shiwei wanted this medicine as a stepping stone for his advancement, and the Zhu clan also wanted this medicine to restore the might of the clan, so why not work together?
"The Imperial Court has already yielded enough to the Tang clan. Those Wenshui merchants are getting more and more arrogant and willful, somewhat lacking sense of propriety. They truly do need to be taught a lesson."
He added, "I will send people. If Sect Master is interested, you can have them go with you."
Zhu Ye put down his wine cup and very casually said, "I will personally go."
Ning Shiwei realized that this matter was even more important than he had imagined. If not for the urgency of the war, he would probably have gone to that small village to take a look.
"I'll also go and see," a voice rang out from the side.
The speaker was a young master, waving his folding fan in the chilly weather, causing his originally handsome face to seem a little cold.
"Although I don't believe that this medicine is as important as you say, I'm still very curious."
The young man was called Tianhai Zhanyi, the State of Ping's younger brother, the brother-in-law of Prince Chen Liu, and Prince Chen Liu was the Prince of Xiang's son. The relationship between the Tianhai clan and the Zhu clan had always been terrible, like fire and water. Zhu Luo not going to the capital had even become a proverb of the Great Zhou Dynasty. But just as it was said that time changes and the situation changes. Now that the Divine Empress was dead and Zhu Luo was dead, the wariness and hatred of the past had become insignificant. The hidden fear of the Divine Empress had allowed them to join hands through the Prince of Xiang.
Zhu Ye smiled at Tianhai Zhanyi, but said nothing.
Everyone knew that the authority and resources of the Tianhai clan would ultimately fall into the hands of Tianhai Shengxue or Tianhai Zhanyi. Compared to Tianhai Shengxue, who had won the admiration of many important ministers of the military, Ning Shiwei deeply disliked Tianhai Zhanyi. This young man was too gloomy, too cold.
Perhaps it was for this reason that he did not refuse. He asked, "Your Highness, have you already confirmed that it is not that person?"
Tianhai Zhanyi closed his folding fan and lightly tapped it against his palm. With a smirk, he said, "Could it be that you're afraid? Your Highness said that that person should be in the south. But I'm different from all of you. If this medicine really is related to that person, I truly hope that I can see his figure there … "
He did not finish his words, but rose and left.
As he watched his figure gradually vanish into the setting sun and the withered willows, Zhu Ye said, "If you walk too fast, it's easy for something to happen."
"On the battlefield, young people like him always die very quickly, and I'm no longer young."
Ning Shiwei continued, "So I don't know anything. I only know that there's a young array master who's not far from death."
"Now that someone suddenly knows the whereabouts of the Cinnabar Pill, they'll naturally think of a way to find it."
"Correct. If he can survive, it's naturally for the best."
"General truly treats his soldiers like children."
"Everything is a reward from the lords of the Imperial Court."
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On the map, Gaoyang Village was a small dot in the mountains of the snowy plains. In the records, Gaoyang Village was a military fort that had long since been abandoned. However, when An Hua and the others arrived, they realized that this small dot on the map was actually a large expanse of ancient buildings at the base of the snowy mountains, and the village was still rather lively.
The revival of Gaoyang Village was entirely due to the war between the humans and the demons. Because of the frequent battles on the northern edge of the snowy plains, the majority of the transportation of armaments from the northeast to Tianliang County now chose to pass through the reopened mountain roads, and the exit of this road that traversed Mount Han just so happened to be in Gaoyang Village.
Gaoyang Village was currently truly very lively, even bustling. The streets were filled with soldiers and peddlers, and one could even see many women in heavy makeup.
If a place had a brothel, there would naturally be an inn. The leading officer lifted the young array master on a stretcher into the rear courtyard. An Hua brought two female students to the second floor of the inn, intending to order some food and also inquire about a few things. But before they could sit down, their gazes were attracted by a father and daughter on the second floor.
They were a father and daughter who were selling their music. The father was dressed in the old clothes of a scholar and held a zither in his bosom. His head was lowered, making it impossible to see his face.
The daughter was around twelve or thirteen years old. Her appearance was elegant and beautiful, but there was a hint of childishness to it. The distance between her eyes was rather wide, giving her a rather simple-minded appearance.
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