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An old man of nearly sixty years old sat at his desk, full of brown hair, neatly combed, without a trace of messiness, and occasionally a few silver threads appeared, like a naughty child hiding from home. Traces of time are faintly visible on the face, and wrinkles have climbed up the forehead, like knife marks carved by time, each of which is a story. In the bright eyes, a sharp light occasionally appeared, showing the sharpness of the old man, but more often than not, there was a dull cloudiness in his eyes, as if he was hiding something.

With thick lips, a high nose bridge, and a round chin, and a pair of dull cloudy eyes, he is simply an ordinary old man, who would have thought that this is the prime minister of a dynasty, who can determine life and death in one word, and collapses in one move, and holds great power.

The prime minister of the Moss Dynasty, Kun Li, is a legendary figure of the Moss Dynasty, widely talked about by the people of the Dynasty, without him, just because his story is too legendary.

"Qiankun Holy Land, what do you want to do this time? What is your purpose? Kunli picked up the pen and wrote on the paper one by one.

"Master, young master asks to see." Outside the door, the voice of the doorman was heard.

"Let him in."

Hearing Kun Li's answer, Kun Li's son, Kun Luo, pushed open the door, walked in, and saw Kun Li writing, so he stood aside and didn't dare to disturb. This is Kunli's habit, he is not allowed to be disturbed by others when he writes, once he is disturbed, the consequences are very serious.

Once, an official recklessly disturbed Kunli's writing, and on the same day, the official committed suicide with his family, just to save his family.

This wait, that is, half an hour, Kun Li writes very slowly, very patient, Kun Luo and others are also very patient, has been in a posture, no change, even the breathing has not changed, has been in a state, until Kun Li finished writing.

"Tell me, how do I write this word?" Kun Luo was about to talk about himself, but unexpectedly, Kun Li spoke first and took the topic to other places.

Kun Li wrote the word "war", stroke by stroke, through the back of the paper, at a glance, only to feel that thousands of troops and horses are standing in front, is the whole army waiting for battle, its fighting spirit soars to the sky, the next moment will erupt out, straight to kill Jiuxiao. This character seems to be not written with a pen, but with the battle momentum of tens of millions of soldiers.

"Good words, monstrous fighting spirit." With just one glance, Kunluo consciously understood what his father meant, "Father, this Black Dragon Dynasty is not so easy to deal with. ”

"Call Ling'er too." Kun Li didn't speak, but asked people to call Kun Ling, Kun Ling is Kun Li's granddaughter, talented and intelligent, she has shown extraordinary wisdom since she was a child, and was brought by Kun Li to cultivate her.

"Think about it." Kun Li just left these few words, and then closed his eyes and went to recuperate, regardless of his son's tangled and painful appearance.

After a while, Kun Ling came, "Ling'er to meet grandfather; Meet my father. ”

"Ling'er, you say, if you send troops to the Black Dragon Dynasty, how should you send troops?" Seeing his daughter coming, Kun Luo naturally threw this problem to his daughter, after all, Kun Ling's political wisdom and acumen since he was a child are sometimes not even comparable to his father.

"Sending troops to the Black Dragon Dynasty, this, Ling'er thought that it was naturally according to the plan proposed by the third prince, and there was no other way." Kun Ling said that she had also thought about this problem, but she never came up with a better way, "Father, do you have a way?" ”

Kun Luo shook his head and gestured in Kun Li's direction. Kun Ling realized that this was his grandfather's idea, and immediately looked at Kun Li, and said coquettishly: "Grandfather, have you thought of any good way?" ”

In the entire Prime Minister's Mansion, only this one dares to be coquettish with Kun, and everyone else will feel a momentum pressed down when they get closer to Kun, and they will be out of breath, let alone such a difficult thing as coquettishness.

"You, you really can't help it." Kun Li touched Kun Ling's head dotingly, and said helplessly.

"You've all ignored one side." At this time, Kun Li did not look like the sixty-year-old man before, but like a general who fought on the battlefield, crisscrossing thousands of armies.

"Qiankun Holy Land?" After being reminded by Kun Li, Kun Luo and Kun Ling naturally thought of this force that they had never paid attention to, he didn't seem to care about the world, and he didn't have the intention of competing for hegemony in the world, but in troubled times, how could he be arrogantly independent.

"It's just this, the Qiankun Holy Land, there is no heart for the world, and there is no power, why should he compete for hegemony in the world?" Kun Ling quickly thought of a key question, where did the forces of the Qiankun Holy Land come from to participate in this battle for hegemony.

"Humph! Qiankun Holy Land has no intention of fighting for hegemony, if I am not mistaken, the Black Dragon Dynasty started the war in such a hurry this time, Qiankun Holy Land must have intervened, and besides, Qiankun Holy Land is definitely not unprepared, on the contrary, for so many years, he has been developing silently in secret, building an iron bucket of himself, for so many years, we have not been able to find out any substantive news, can you say that he is not prepared at all? ”

"So, this time, the Qiankun Holy Land will also make a move?"

Kun Li didn't answer, but looked in the direction of the palace.

In the palace, the Emperor Moss was alone, sitting on the throne of the main hall, dressed in black royal robes, embroidered with an ancient and majestic city, which was the city of Moss. It is rumored that Moss City is a magic weapon, but it was used by the Moss Emperor to suppress the imperial dragon vein, but the rumors do not know how true and how false.

Emperor Moss held a piece of paper in his hand, and two messages were written on the paper: the Holy Maiden of the Qiankun Holy Land descended the mountain; At the junction of the Black Dragon Dynasty and the Moss Dynasty, the Taiyin Palace appeared.

Taiyin Palace, is a force that has appeared in the past hundred years, growing extremely fast, its palace master is rumored to be a woman, but few people have seen the true face, because those who have seen the true face are people who have been killed. Moreover, the Taiyin Palace is backed by the Qiankun Holy Land, and occasionally you can see a few children of the Qiankun Holy Land, but they are all the children of the outer sect who have been expelled from the Holy Land.

Taken together, how could the Moss Emperor not know that this was the plan of the Qiankun Holy Land, wanting to use this Black Dragon Dynasty to conquer the Hundred Clans Alliance and take the opportunity to develop his own power.

"Qiankun Holy Land, I thought you really had no intention of competing for hegemony in the world? We used to hide in that small place, and we couldn't get in, but now you have taken the initiative to come out and see how you still hide. "Emperor Moss looked outside the palace, as if he had seen a beacon in the sky, and the war was raging.

"Black Dragon, I hope you can hold on a little longer, in this world, if you are missing, it won't be fun." Emperor Moss's confident gaze scanned all directions, as if he was the lord of heaven and earth, this was the domineering of an emperor.

"Qiankun, since you have fallen into place, then I have to make a move."

"Let the crown prince, the third child, the seventh child, the king of Yu, and Kun leave to see me." Emperor Moss thought of it and did it immediately, "By the way, there are also Heyan and Gert. ”

He Yan is the secretary of the household department, and Gert is the secretary of the military department.

The big war is coming, and the opportunity that Taiyi has been waiting for for a long time is coming.