Volume 1 The Empire in the Early Morning Chapter 187 Look at the West

Senior Brother Six looked at Ning Que and said, "If the material of the arrow shaft is replaced with mixed silver, your talisman must also be redesigned. I will make several squares of mixed silver blocks later. You can take them back and try it."

Ning Que thought of the little maid floating in Lao Bizhai in the middle of the night, scratched his head and said, "Sixth Brother, please help me prepare more materials then. The talisman I interviewed before was very light, and it seems that it should be heavier this time."

Senior Sister Qi threw the lid of the pot in her hand to Chen Pipi, clapped her palms, looked at the two people in the discussion and asked in confusion: "Why don't Master Yan Se ask Master Yan to engrave talismans on the arrow shaft? Wouldn't the talisman carved by the divine talisman master be better?"

For ordinary talisman masters, the talisman he wrote can only be stimulated by his own thought power frequency, but this rule is not applicable to the talisman masters with mysterious realms. Divine talisman masters like Master Yan Se have the ability to seal the essence of heaven and earth and the talisman paper. They only need users to use their thought power to activate the talisman to activate the talisman.

The importance of the divine talisman master to the national army and sect is reflected here. However, the status of the divine talisman master is so high that ordinary martial arts practitioners are qualified to ask them to take action and create weapons specifically for themselves. What's more, the armor and weapons of the martial arts practitioners need sufficient quality or even rare materials to withstand the powerful talisman master. Any rare material must be expensive, which is also one of the important reasons why divine talisman weapons are extremely rare.

Ning Que was about to explain the difference between the two to Senior Sister Seven. Senior Brother Four, who had been silent in the dark corner of the room for a long time, said: "The talisman engraved by the divine talisman master is powerful, but it is a talisman for others after all. It is best to engrave your own talisman like the close-fitting weapon that the junior brother needs. The two are in harmony and can even change according to the surrounding environment. This is very beneficial for improving one's own realm and enhancing combat advantages."

After a moment of pause, he continued: "A person with great opportunity like the younger brother can ask Master Yan Se to take action at any time. Instead, he cannot do this. Once he relies on the fixed talisman, it will be more and more difficult for him to make progress. What's more, the runes on the weapon are not used by himself. If they are damaged, where can he practice it?"

Ning Que had wanted to ask his master to carve talismans on his weapons a few days ago. At that time, Master Yan Se's answer was very similar to what the Fourth Senior Brother said. He couldn't help but nodded repeatedly. Suddenly, he thought about what Chen Pipi mentioned when he first entered the back mountain of the academy. He looked at the Fourth Senior Brother and asked curiously: "Fourth Senior Brother, General Xiahou's armor..."

The fourth senior brother replied: "The divine talisman armor on Xiahou was designed by Professor Huang He himself. Your sixth senior brother and I are just blacksmith carving workers and have done some technical work."

Thinking of the general who was wearing divine talisman armor and who had been in Yan Realm for more than ten years, Ning Que smiled in a complicated mood after being silent for a long time, he shook his head and sighed: "You can ask a divine talisman master like Professor Huang He to make talismans, and let the two senior brothers carefully create armor. The four major border generals of the Tang Empire are indeed very good."

The fourth senior brother shook his head expressionlessly and said, "The four generals of the Empire have no impact on my academy. Although I am not a divine talisman master, if I don't want to, even General Xu Shi can't help me. After all, it's still Professor Huang He's face. Since he spoke, we can't refuse."

"Professor Huang He is familiar with General Xiahou?" Ning Que seemed to ask unintentionally.

The fourth senior brother looked up at him, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Professor Huang He is the guest minister of the Empire's Tianshu. To enhance his strength for the Emperor's side is what he should do."

Hearing the three words "Tianshu" by Ning Que, Ning Que remembered the sign hidden in his belt. Since His Majesty the Emperor gave him the sign, he has not seen it at Tianshu. He only knew that it was the institution used by the Empire to manage practitioners. He couldn't help but wonder if his identity in Tianshu could be beneficial?

There was a stone walking at the bottom of the stream and an arrow by the lake. The time in the back mountain of the academy seemed to be much faster than the outside. Seeing that the sun on the cliff was slanting and the light was getting red and dark, Ning Que took the heavy mixed silver-wrought iron block wrapped in leather from his sixth brother, bowed to his senior brother and sister, and walked out of the mountain.

Chen Pipi sent him out of the mountain. Before entering the fog, he suddenly stopped, his chubby face was full of doubts, and he questioned: "Master Yan Se really said... Can your qualifications in talismans be among the top three in history?"

Ning Que patted his shoulder and comforted him, "Did you find that there is finally something in terms of practice that you can't compare to me, so you feel a little lost, lonely and cold? Think about it more easily. You are born to be unable to enter the talisman path, so why should you compare this with me? Think about the sword saint Liu Bai, he will never be able to catch up with me in this regard."

Listening to Ning Que comparing himself with the world's most powerful man, Chen Pipi's mood did not improve immediately, and he responded sarcastically: "I am a great practitioner of the realm of knowing fate. Will I still envy you, a little for not confused?"

"That's not what I said." Ning Que retorted with a smile: "I have only been practicing for a year, and then I have been leaping from the first realm to the forty-minded, crossing three realms in a row. Who can be sure that I will not be able to enter the realm of knowing my destiny in the future?"

"The snow-capped mountains and Qihai only have ten orifices, and you must admit the resources below."

Chen Pipi looked at him sympathetically and said, "Stop taking a step back and say, "So what if the Master forced your elm head to the realm of knowing fate after returning to the academy? You are just a elm head."

Ning Que frowned and said, "The snow-capped mountains and the sea are blocked, but it's not that my head is blocked."

Chen Pipi stood in front of the mountain path, looked back at him and smiled, "Anyway, I'm not sure whether you are the top three in the history of the Taoist qualifications, but I can be sure that even if you enter the realm of knowing fate, you will definitely be the weakest knowing fate in history. The energy of heaven and earth that can influence cannot be three feet away from your side. How can you be ashamed to call yourself a great practitioner?"

Speaking of great practitioners, he deliberately pronounced the big words very heavily and bite them very deeply.

Ning Que's face had already been extremely hard in the cold wind of Minshan Mountain and the wild sands of the border. He didn't care about his ridicule at all. He just thought that he had been in the second floor of the academy for several months, but he had not seen the legendary master and senior brother. He couldn't help but feel a little regretful. He thought that if the master personally taught him, what would his own speed of practice be like.

"When will the teacher and senior brother come back?"

"No one knows."

"I have to go to the country for a trip... Is there always a time to return? It's been more than a year."

"Of course, it is much happier to visit friends when you travel to see scenery than to practice in the back mountain. If it were, I wouldn't be willing to come back."

Ning Que looked at him with a smile and asked, "I heard that every time the teacher traveled around the world over the years, he only brought the senior brother. Why didn't he take you? Last year in the old house, you boasted about your master's favorite every day, and it didn't look like you."

Chen Pipi shook her head and said with emotion: "You don't understand. People in the world respect Master and dare not be disrespectful. Of course, this is even more true for us students, but no one can do what the senior brother can do, and be able to serve Master clearly. If it were you, would you be willing to take a doting daughter out or would you be willing to bring a wife who can cook out?"

This is a ridiculous question, but Ning Que stood in front of the fog of the mountain path and actually began to think seriously. After thinking for a long time, he replied: "I will take Sangsang, she can cook and serve people."

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The summer in the wasteland is about to pass, the temperature of the grassland with fertile aquatic plants is gradually cooler, and the color of the grass on the black mud is gradually fading. However, unlike the feeling of the silence of the weather, there is still a lively scene on the northern grassland far away from the Central Plains. Countless tents are lying and dancing like clouds, slaughtering lambs and barbecue, singing and dancing, extremely cheerful.

After countless fierce and bloody battles, the deserted people who moved south from the northern region of Hehai in the cold thousand years later finally completely defeated the resistance of the grassland barbarians. The left tent royal court paid the price of the death of thousands of elite cavalry, but still could not stop the tough steps of the deserted people. They had to transfer all the tribes close to the north to the grassland pasture further south, leaving the fertile grassland in the north to the deserted people.

The brave deserted warriors won the victory and regained a new home in their hometown a thousand years ago. This home was seen as severe cold and harsh in the Central Plains people, but for this suffering nation who lived in the cold region of the extreme northern region for many years, it was undoubtedly as beautiful as heaven.

Not long ago, the women, children, and young people who had been in the extreme rear due to the slow migration speed finally arrived at this new home. The number of people who successfully arrived far exceeded the expectations of the deserted people when they decided to migrate south in advance, which surprised all the deserted people.

In the grassland tents, relatives meet again and set up their own homes, familiar with the beautiful and strange new life, the frankincense smell of mutton soup and the strange smell of dry feces burning, after mixing together, it smells extremely happy when people smell it in the desert.

The carnival lasted from night until the next evening. The deserted soldiers rewarded themselves and their equally hard-working families with the liquor they snatched from the grassland royal court, and then missed their relatives who died on the road or gently hugged their wives, and fell asleep after returning to their own tents. The oil lamp did not need to be lit at all.

The tent in the northwest of the grassland is also simple in appearance, but it is obviously much larger than the tent, but it is brightly lit. More than ten braziers are hung in the air half a person high, making the tent extremely bright.

The elders of the desert and the most powerful warrior leaders cared for a whole day to celebrate victory, but then fell into contemplation and silence because a certain elder brought up a topic.

"What's scary about the Tang people?"

A strong and strong soldier leader of a deserted warrior looked at the old elders with confusion and said in a deep voice: "We are all natural soldiers. While we are tired of moving thousands of miles south, we can also beat the royal court on the grassland to a fallen water. As long as we rest in this grassland for half a year, who else in the world can be our opponent?"

The elder Huang***, who was sitting in the deepest part of the tent, looked at him calmly, and after a moment of silence, he said: "No matter how powerful a warrior is, once he is controlled by pride, he will become weak."

Criticized by the respected great elders, the strong leader of the deserted warrior showed a panic expression on his face and quickly lowered his head to apologize, but from his eyes, it was clear that he still did not understand his fear of his elders.

"This grassland was originally the hometown of our deserted people. We were once the most powerful kingdom in the world. However, why were our ancestors forced to leave this plump grassland and go to the coldest area of ​​the extreme northern region to endure hardship?"

The old man looked around the people in the tent and said expressionlessly: "Because the Tang people defeated us."

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After a long silence, the old man continued to say, "Let you remember the reason why the ancestors were forced to leave the grassland is not to ask you to take revenge, but to remind you how powerful the empire called Tang is."

"A thousand years ago, the ancestors swept across the northern part of the mainland and no one dared to resist. Even the Xiling Divine Kingdom originally wanted to preach without hostility. Until Li Tang established the country, the ancestors were defeated and were almost lost. In the end, they almost lost their clans and species. They signed an agreement with the other party to retreat into the cold domain and vowed not to return south again, so they retained some fire."

The old man slowly tells the story of the thousand-year-olds passed down from generation to generation, and the tent is as quiet as dead.

"The ancestors at that time had a territorial territory of our descendants a hundred times the population of us, and the strong were as numerous as the stars in the night sky, and countless were still destroyed by the Tang people. Now our troops have been struggling in Rehai for thousands of years, and only hundreds of thousands of people are there. How can they compare with our ancestors? Why should we despise the Tang people?"

"The question we need to care about now is what should we do once we contact the Tang people."

A response sounded in the tent: "We don't want the land of the Central Plains people. What we have robbed back is our own grassland. Even if the barbarian royal court was driven to the south by us and had a dispute with the Central Plains people, what does it have to do with us?"

Some people said worriedly: "Our tribe moved south eventually violated the agreement signed with the Tang people a thousand years ago. If the Tang people took this opportunity to attack, how should they deal with it?"

The old man's eyes drooped slightly and said, "The left tent royal court, the right tent tent, and the golden tent tent. A thousand years later, there are only some barbarians left on the grassland. But the true descendants of Khan are forced to live hard by the Rehai. It would be fine if they could really survive, but now that they can't survive, moving south is inevitable. The night is ahead and death is behind, and no agreement is meaningless."

Then he raised his head, looked at the most important people in the tent, and said in a deep voice: "But if the war with the Tang Empire can be avoided, then it must be avoided. If the Tang people sent envoys to ask questions, they would be able to deal with it well."

Everyone in the tent replied in unison.

Suddenly, the elder noticed that there was no figure of the man in the tent, and his gray eyebrows couldn't help but frown. Although the man never expressed any opinions at the elders' meeting and was used to silence, he was the most powerful warrior of the deserted people after all. He was not present when discussing such an important matter and always felt something was wrong.

"Where did he go?"

"have no idea."

When the old man was about to continue saying something, he suddenly felt a vague fluctuation from the extreme west. This aura could not feel how powerful it was, but the unique smell in the sky and under the earth deeply touched the already old heart in his body.

The old man's body suddenly stiffened, and his face showed a look of awe and fear. He hurriedly moved backwards, then leaned down toward the West and knelt down, stretching his hands in front of him, looking extremely respectful.

The thin-bodied veterans next to them also sensed the aura of the West, their faces changed drastically, and they bent over the blanket as fast as possible, and sincerely reached out to caress and bowed to the ground.

The leaders of the middle-aged and deserted people from various tribes did not feel the aura. They were shocked and confused when they saw the reactions of the elders. They subconsciously knelt down and kowtowed to the West.

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(I thought about the New Year, I was so excited that I had insomnia again. I didn’t sleep for another day and night, so I simply wrote a chapter and wrote a chapter at this time. When will I be sleepy, I will get more out of it after writing. I am so crazy...)
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