The fine rain sprinkled down like mist, gradually drenching his face and collar.
The weeds and old leaves that had been tossed to the edge of the ridge were stained with dew and looked very beautiful.
As the light gradually shifted, he finished his work in the medicine field. The young Daoist boy appeared again and indicated that he should follow him.
At the end of the endless medicine field were several verdant hills. As one followed the mountain path, a hot mist pervaded the air. Surprisingly, there were several hot springs between the pines and cypresses.
Chen Changsheng was rather looking forward to soaking in the hot springs. Just when he was about to take off his outer robe, he saw that figure in the mist.
In the hot and humid mist, the pines and cypresses still maintained their vigor, but the ones with the most vigor were the strange moss growing in the rocks around the hot springs.
This moss was somewhat yellow, or more accurately, golden. It was the extremely rare Gold Coin Hide recorded in the pharmacopoeia.
The figure in the mist was currently collecting the Gold Coin Hide, extremely cautious and focused.
A gust of wind blew some of the mist away from the pines and cypresses, revealing the scene on the cliff.
This person was bent over, still giving off the impression of being tall and straight. His hair was already white, but it was still combed neatly, just like it had been in the past.
Chen Changsheng bowed and then stood to the side.
As time passed, the light gradually brightened, the mist dispersed, and the Gold Coin Hide began to retract, becoming no different from ordinary moss.
Shang Xingzhou gave the medicine bag to the accompanying Daoist, took a cup of water from the young Daoist boy, and took a sip. He walked along the mountain path to the pavilion and sat down.
Chen Changsheng walked out of the pavilion.
Shang Xingzhou did not even glance at him, nor did he have him sit down. He straightforwardly asked, "What does Bai Xingye want to do?"
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… …
Ten years ago, in the battle of White Emperor City, this master and disciple had worked together for the first time.
Chen Changsheng had not known that Xu Yourong had played the role of bridge, but the final result was extremely good.
The master and disciple, one inside and one outside, one visible and one hidden, had forced a supreme expert like the White Emperor into a dead end. In the end, they had acted according to their plan, working together to kill the two Angels of Sacred Light and destroy Madam Mu. As for whether the White Emperor had shed a tear in the sea of clouds, no one knew.
It seemed that Chen Chang Sheng was right. Since Shang Xingzhou cared the most about the Northern Expedition, then he must be very concerned about the alliance between the human race and the yao race.
Chen Changsheng said, "The White Emperor still doesn't want to put in too much effort, or perhaps … he doesn't have any sincerity in cooperating with us. I'm more worried about what will happen in the future."
The negotiations and specific matters between the two sides were handled by the officials of the Imperial Court and the bishop of the Li Palace.
But from certain details, it could be seen that the White Emperor truly did not have much interest in this war, or perhaps it could be described as disdainful.
With his connection to Luoluo, he had a better grasp of the situation.
The current demon race was a little weak. If Emperor Bai had not taken advantage of the situation to exterminate the elephant race, things might have been better.
The experts of the senior generation of the Demi-human race, including Xiaode, had yet to see any signs of breaking through. Compared to the Human race, they were far too lacking.
For at least three years, the Demon Clan would only have one Sanctuary Expert, Emperor Bai.
His safety was far too important to the Demi-human race, so he would never leave White Emperor City, would never stray far from the protection of the Red River array.
Moreover, if the Demon Race helped the Human Race defeat the Devil Race, what benefits would it bring to them?
The problem was that the Human race was so powerful that the Demi-human race could not refuse the alliance's request to send troops.
If Chen Changsheng were the White Emperor, he would not know how to deal with the current situation.
In truth, there had always been an extremely simple solution to this problem.
In the last ten years, this idea had spread more and more, gaining the support of more and more people.
"The eight hundred li of the Red River, the thirty thousand li of mountains and rivers, the demi-human people are all waiting for you to marry their princess, and the entire court supports you. Just what are you hesitating for?"
Shang Xingzhou asked.
Chen Changsheng wanted to say something, but hesitated.
Shang Xingzhou said, "It's not like there's no precedent for a secondary wife."
Chen Changsheng shook his head.
Shang Xingzhou was not surprised by his answer or the speed with which it was given.
"Correct, there's no need to do this, and besides, this matter is not as important as people think."
Chen Changsheng was rather confused at these words, thinking, isn't the alliance with the Demi-human race the most important thing?
"In the past, Taizong fought the strong as the weak, so he needed to unite all the strength that could be united, but there's no need now. The confluence of the north and south is something that must be done, because we are fellow citizens. And whether the Demi-human race is willing to serve us or not, it's just a side issue. In the end, we still have to rely on ourselves to do things. We are strong enough, so why should we care about other things? "
Shang Xingzhou's words were for Chen Changsheng, as well as for all the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
The Monastery of Eternal Spring had always maintained contact with the Imperial Palace, and His Majesty would often come to Luoyang to celebrate the new year, but it was said that Shang Xingzhou had never once said a word or two about the affairs of the court.
To put it another way, this was the first time in ten years that Shang Xingzhou had spoken on worldly matters.
His meaning was crystal clear: he had to take a tough stance against the Demi-human race.
Even if White Emperor City was unwilling to send troops, this war could not possibly stop.
Chen Changsheng raised the most important question.
"Why did Sir write a letter to Wang Po and have him receive us? How did Sir know that this was a scheme laid down by Black Robe and the Eight Great Mountain Men? "
Shang Xingzhou replied, "Black Robe deliberately let me know."
Chen Changsheng was so shocked that he couldn't speak. Just what is going on here? Is this another internal conflict among the demons? Black Robe and the Demon Commander want to use the hands of human experts to completely erase all traces of the Grand Scholar's lineage? But when he thought about it, the demons were already in such a perilous moment, so how could Black Robe be so unwise?
Not even Shang Xingzhou could be sure of the true answer. Was it because she was still a human? Or had Wang Zhice gone to Xuelao City?
Chen Changsheng awoke from his shock and asked, "Just who is Black Robe?"
In the end, Shang Xingzhou did not answer this question.
Chen Changsheng was taken away by the young Daoist boy and taken up residence in a small courtyard on the side. After eating a simple meal, he received a box.
"This is what the Ancestor wanted you to give me?"
He asked the young Daoist boy in shock.
The young Daoist boy forcefully nodded and then ran out of the courtyard, his little arms swinging, looking extremely cute.
Chen Changsheng was truly flabbergasted.
In his memory, he had never received anything from his master.
Those two rare items would, many years later, prove to be nothing more than sad foreshadowing.
He nervously opened the box and realized that there were two very exquisite magical artifacts inside. Based on the material, they seemed to be primarily bronze. After studying them for some time, he finally understood that these were two communication magical artifacts made from the shards of the Clear Sky Mirror. Using the innate divine abilities of the Clear Sky Mirror, one could communicate with each other in real time over long distances.
This was truly an extraordinary item, completely worthy of being placed on the new Tier of Legendary Weapons. Shang Xingzhou had probably personally forged them, and he had spent a great deal of effort on them.
Such precious magical artifacts should be used on the battlefield. Why did his master give them to him?
His spiritual sense fell on the stone pearl on his wrist, causing one of the gray pearls to light up.
Xu Yourong's voice suddenly came from the stone pearl.
"Speak, I'm busy."
Chen Changsheng recounted what had happened.
Xu Yourong's voice vanished for a while, then came back.
"Perhaps … this is for us."
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