Tang Zhangwei and Bai Cunxiao left, Tang Zhaozong broke out in a cold sweat behind his back, he knew that although he had the support of people in the rivers and lakes.

However, when Tang Zhangwei began to establish contact with those people in the rivers and lakes through the six doors, his little brothers began to fall into Tang Zhangwei's arms.

Tang Zhaozong knew that he could only go upstream along the Yangtze River, and he believed that he could find those barbarians at the source of the Yangtze River.

Just do it, that Tang Zhaozong brought the martial blood wind and walked towards the upper reaches of the Yangtze River with those subordinates.

They came to the Tanggula Mountains on the Tuotuo River, where there were many Tubo tribes and Zhangzhung tribes.

Most of these tribes have taken refuge in Tang Zhangwei, but there are also a few who still stubbornly oppose Tang Zhangwei's rule, and they regard the interests of their tribe as more important than the sky.

Later, with the strength of the force, the hatred that he had accumulated all at once - this is the meaning of the exercise - came out one by one. It swept like a thunderstorm towards the smell of those noble noses who dared to insult him. It destroys the smell like hail on the crops, sprays it like a hurricane on the filth, and buries it in a vast flood of pure distilled water! How apt his anger was! His hatred is so great! Yes! What a sublime moment! The little man Grenouille trembled with excitement, and his body twitched with delight, and arched upward, so that in a few moments his head hit the top of the tunnel, and then slowly retracted and lay down, relieved and satisfied. The scene of a volcanic eruption when all the disgusting smells are extinguished is so cute, so cute...... He felt that it was almost the most popular of all the plays in the theatre of his inner world, because it fostered strange feelings of great weariness, which only came about after the actual deeds of great valor had been made.

He can now rest in peace. He stretched out his limbs and spread out in perfect comfort on the mat of his soul, contemplating the wonderful aroma around his nose: like the scented air wafting from the spring meadows, the soft May breeze blowing through the leaves of the fresh green mountain hairy trees; A pungent breeze like salty almonds blowing from the sea. When he got up, it was nearly dusk in the afternoon—nearly dusk, so to speak, for there was naturally no afternoon, morning, evening, or early morning, no light, no darkness, no spring meadows, no green camphor leaves...... In Grenouille's inner universe there is nothing at all, only the smell of things. (So this is a particular way of speaking, and speaking of the universe as a place is certainly the only appropriate and only possible way of expressing it, because our language is not suited to describe the world of smell.) It was already nearly dusk in the afternoon, and this was a sign of the condition and time of Grenouille's mind, as he had done in the south, when the paralysis of noon was slowly leaving the place, and the life of inhibition was about to begin again. The heat—the enemy of the noble scent—is gone, and all demons have been destroyed. The inner world is lying naked and soft in the quiet of awakening debauchery, waiting for the master to fall.

Grenouille got up—as it had already been said—and stretched his limbs, shaking away his sleepiness. He—the great spiritual Grenouille—stood up and stood there like a giant, he was handsome, tall, and looked very imposing—and it was a pity that no one saw him! - He looked around proudly and majestically. Yes! This is his kingdom! The one-of-a-kind kingdom of Grenouille! It was founded by the incomparable Grenouille, ruled by him, and when it was established to expand it to the boundless, boundless, and defend it against every invader with a shining sword! Here his will, the will of the great, the handsome, the incomparable Grenouille, comes into play. After clearing away the disgusting stench of the past, he now wants to make his kingdom fragrant! He took firm steps to the uncultivated fields, and sowed all kinds of spice crops, sowing more here and less in the vast plantations and small lovely flower beds that stretched as far as the eye could see. Like a mad gardener, the great Grenouille ran to the farthest part of his kingdom, and it was not long before there was no corner where the seeds of spices were not sown.

When he saw that things were done well, and that the whole earth was sown with his miraculous Grenouille seed, the great Grenouille rained a rain of alcohol, and it began to sprout and shoot everywhere, and all the seeds had sprouted, and his heart was rejoicing. Soon the planting field was dense with foliage, and the stems of the plants were full of juice in the green garden. The buds are almost all out of the quilt.

At this time the great Grenouille stopped the rain. Sure enough, the rain stopped. The gentle sun he sent his smile shone upon the earth, and at once there was a beautiful sight of a thousand flowers blooming, bright and dazzling, from one end of the kingdom to the other, forming a whole carpet of colors woven with countless precious flowers. Great Grenouille saw that it was good, very, very good. He blew the wind of his breath across the earth. The lovely flowers were scented, mixing their fragrance into an all-encompassing fragrance that shimmered constantly, but in constant change, and paid homage to him, the great man, the one and only man, the beautiful Grenouille, who sat on the throne of the clouds in a golden light and scent, sniffing again and again, and inhaling the breath that he felt had blessed him many times; And his masterpiece thanked him with joy and once again a wonderful fragrance. By this time the evening had arrived, and the aroma continued to emanate, blending into an even more wonderful fragrance in the blue night sky. A real scented dance party is about to come with the lighting of huge colorful fireworks.

The great Grenouille was a little tired, and he yawned and said, "Look, I have accomplished a great deed, and I am very satisfied with it." But like everything that gets done, it starts to bore me. I now want to retire at the end of this work-filled day in my mind

Sometimes, the disgusting appetizing smell wasn't enough to lift his mood, and he added a little show of reminiscing about the smell of Grima, reminiscing about the stench of raw meat skins and tanning sewage or imagining the steam of 600,000 people gathering together in the sweltering heat of midsummer.

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