The "Torch Festival" is the biggest festival in the city.

In the middle of winter, every household hangs an ever-bright torch burning animal fat on the outside of the felt bag, which means to dispel the cold and make people living in hunger and cold feel warm.

Now that winter has arrived, the people of Dongjiang have already wrapped themselves in thick clothes. There is still a month before the Torch Festival, but at this moment, the scene of Dima City is even more lively than the "Torch Festival".

Because the world-famous Divine Martial Sect Leader is in the city of Dima.

The sky was overcast, and as a snowflake slowly fell, thousands of snowflakes like goose feathers fell down, covering the earth in a layer of silver. The first snow of winter in Dima City came quietly.

In normal times, people would prefer to collect their stalls early and warm themselves by baking a fire in felt bags, but now no one feels cold, and the originally spacious streets are crowded with people, and there is a steady stream of people pouring into the city gates from all over the country, making the city look like a bucket full of water.

People flocked to the square in the inner ring, but where else could they stay? I'm afraid not even a fly can fly over.

In the middle of the crowd, everyone spontaneously gave up an open space. Ling Bingyan, dressed in blue, sat cross-legged on the wooden platform, pinching orchids in his hands, like a celestial man against the backdrop of sixteen white-clothed girls.

Even if she didn't say a word, this dusty appearance alone was enough to make these fools bow and worship.

The men and women moved their flushed cheeks with expressions of excitement and reverence. To be honest, these people who aim for a livelihood don't have any faith, but at this moment, seeing the holy and immaculate Ling Bingyan sitting on the high platform, people's hearts are shaken.

Maybe she is really the master and apprentice of the Immortal Heaven, bringing light and hope to the lost.

Tang An, who was hiding in the middle of the crowd, was wearing a cloak, and a sneer was on the corner of his mouth.

Throughout the ages, the reason why the gods have been called "great immortals" and "living immortals" is only because they are particularly active in figuring out the psychology of others. Look at the style of this Demon Sect leader, if she opens a fortune-telling stall, she is sure to make a lot of money, even if she doesn't know how to tell fortunes, it's good to look at this figure.

It was the first time Tang An had seen this prestigious sect leader, and with just one glance, he knew where Su Mei'er's outstanding demeanor came from.

Temperament is contagious, look at the bewitching body of the woman on the stage, the fair skin, and the ethereal and holy temperament, who can associate her with the word "Demon Sect"?

Especially the twin peaks that were about to come out, Tang An couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and secretly said in his heart In the face of such a charming beauty, Mu Jingfeng really didn't do anything back then? Fuck, I don't eat the meat that is sent to my mouth, and I deserve to be an old virgin for the rest of my life!

"Fathers and villagers in Eastern Xinjiang."

As if seeing that the atmosphere was almost rendered, Ling Bingyan stood up, scanned the audience with a pair of seductive eyes, and said with a smile: "I'm Ling Bingyan." ”

A simple greeting immediately caused a cheer. But the hustle and bustle didn't last long, and the crowd quickly quieted down, and everyone held back their excitement and listened carefully to every word Ling Bingyan said.

Snowflakes fell on them, but they didn't know it, as if they had completely entered another world.

Ling Bingyan had a compassionate glint in his eyes and said, "We are in the Western Regions, there is no fertile soil, no endless food, no vast ocean, only vast grasslands and endless deserts. Desolate, barren and backward are the understanding of the people of the Central Plains. ”

"Many people think that this is a land abandoned by the Immortal Heaven, but they don't know that true warriors will always grow up in hardship and tribulation, and comfort and enjoyment will only make people sink in decay and slowly perish."

"Yes, Changshengtian did not give us land, but let us learn to herd cattle and sheep, tame horses, and the warriors on horseback tore the checkpoints of the Tang Dynasty again and again, so that the whole world knew the bravery of the cavalry of the Xia Kingdom. Changshengtian didn't give us silk and silk, but the women in our tribe can keep their men fed and clothed, so that their children can grow up strongly. ”

"We people from the Western Regions have the best bloodline and proud hearts, but we only forget one thing: no matter how strong an individual is, after all, we can't withstand the strength of the team, and we who neglect unity, like a plate of scattered sand, can only yearn for a better life in the Central Plains in the struggle with each other, but we didn't expect that it is actually like a gluttonous food in front of us, as long as we loosen the rope that binds our hands, we can reach out and taste the fragrance of food."

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It is undeniable that Ling Bingyan has the capital to stir people's hearts. She not only has outstanding beauty, amazing martial arts, but also first-class eloquence.

She started from the establishment of the Xia Kingdom, from the general trend of the country to the customs and customs, which can be expressed in the most simple language. She let the people know that Xia has the most vast land, the most powerful army, and the kindest people, and her narration makes the people feel that they are the people who are favored by the immortal heaven and deserve the best life.

Why didn't the ideal come true? Why are those who are delicious, lazy, and decadent and mediocre able to occupy the great rivers and mountains? Because they are not united, each tribe is playing its own small calculations, and the concept of "family" is always greater than the concept of "country". To put it bluntly, these tribes still have too shallow vision and can't see a magnificent future.

As long as all the tribes can come together, they will be invincible!

The reason is very simple, one chopstick is easy to break, but ten chopsticks are tied together, and no one can break it - just like the current Xia Kingdom. If a dozen tribes can unite as one, what force can stop them from dominating the world?

At that time, beautiful women, thousands of acres of fertile land, delicious food and wine will all be in their pockets.

Such a morale-boosting speech lasted from noon to afternoon, and everyone present felt their blood boiling, eager to immediately put on their armor and go into battle to throw their heads and spill their blood for the beautiful blueprint that Ling Bingyan had sketched for them, even Tang An, an outsider, felt that Xia Guo did have the capital to dominate the world.

It was their luck that the royal family of the Xia Kingdom was able to find such a spokesperson.

Of course, this kind of idealistic speech is okay to fool ordinary people, but when it really involves their own interests, the leaders of various tribes will still make their own calculations first. Because they know better than anyone how cheap trust really is in this world of the jungle.

Tang An didn't finish listening to the speech, returned to the Ali caravan station in advance, rubbed his hands that were a little numb from the cold, looked at the room full of men in strong suits, and said with a smile: "Are you ready?" ”

"Ready!"

Everyone's eyes flashed with flames, and they responded in unison.

"Good." Tang An smiled, looked at the snowflakes that kept falling outside, and muttered to himself, "This Dima City... It's going to bleed..."