On the second day, after resting for the night, they went directly to the cloud boat early in the morning and went to Hohe City to meet the lords and ministers of the eleven countries.

After all, it is a major event related to the entire northern border, and this time, the lords and ministers of the eleven countries are unprecedentedly united, saying that they are as close as brothers, and those who are more serious are almost about to eat at the same table and sleep together.

"Fellow Daoists, there are hundreds of miles ahead of Hohe City, everyone is the honor of my ancient Mongolian country, originally as the host, my golden vulture should do the friendship of the landlord no matter what, but the current situation of the eleven countries is critical, this welcome banquet can only be postponed temporarily."

Above the cloud boat, Jin Wuqin pointed to the sky not far ahead and said to everyone.

Judging that his face was sincere, and his eyes were full of worry, it was obvious that he was not saying polite words, but really cared about the life and death of the ancient Mongolian country.

After hearing this, everyone expressed their understanding, Shen Lang stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Brother Jin, there is a saying that the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, and there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, about this war, we can only do our best to obey the destiny of heaven, if we really can't prevent the northern border from being unified by the Great Shen Kingdom, then we will break it into pieces, retreat and cultivate him for thousands of years, and then come back, specifically looking for the royal family members of the Great Shen Kingdom, I don't believe that the royal family of the Great Shen Kingdom can afford to wait for the crazy assassination." ”

"Brother Shen, I deeply agree with this, if I really can't stop the unification conspiracy of the Great Shen Kingdom, then I don't have to do the generous death, because it is meaningless to die, it is better to live, and I will have the idea of slaughtering the royal family of the Great Shen Kingdom all my life, and I may not be able to restore my dynasty again, but I can also avenge my father and fellow villagers."

Xuan Qingya stepped forward to echo, his expression was extremely firm, and he obviously understood the meaning of Shen Lang's words better.

Yan Jia also stepped forward and said: "Brother Shen's words are exactly what I want, if you can't prevent the tragedy from happening, it is better to keep a useful body, even if you don't do anything, as long as you live, it will be a failure for the enemy, and for our relatives, it will be a continuation of another inheritance." ”

Everyone expressed their opinions one after another, and for a while, the battle intent on the cloud boat reached an unprecedented height.

At this time, in the hearts of everyone, there is no longer the previous melancholy, but instead there is a kind of open-mindedness.

Shen Lang listened to everyone's words on the side, but his heart was a little confused.

What the hell, he just talked nonsense before, and randomly found a joke from the TV series to tell Jin Wuqin, who knew that it would have such an effect.

This is really a shell Lang fell into the dung pit, and he found the right place.

For mortals, it may take two or three days to walk, but for a monk sitting on a cloud boat, it is actually only half an hour's effort.

When the cloud boat that everyone was riding came to Hohe City, a general of the ancient Mongolian kingdom was standing outside the city gate and waiting.

This man was a tall man, dressed in a wool-sewn fur jacket and cropped trousers, barefoot and bald, but without the slightest hint of fierceness, his skin was white and his face was handsome.

He has nine ring scars on his bald head, and he seems to be a Buddhist.

"Amitabha, the horse, the lord of the country and others have been waiting in the main hall for a long time."

The white-faced monk clasped his hands together and said a word, his attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, showing the appearance of his family.

Seeing that it was this person who was greeting him and the others, Jin Wuqin was also surprised, obviously a little surprised

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, He hurriedly stepped forward, folded his hands and said very respectfully: "Master Mingzen, you are also back, this really surprises me." ”

After saying that, Jin Wuqin hurriedly turned around and introduced to everyone: "Fellow Daoists, this is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of my ancient Mongolian country, but he has entered the Buddhism since he was a child, and he has given up his name, only the Dharma name Ming Chan. ”

As he spoke, Jin Wuqin turned to the white-faced monk Ming Zen Master and said, "Master, these are Brother Shen and his friends from the Great Yan Kingdom Crossing Heavenly Gate, and the other three are Jian Chenzi, the eldest disciple of Shushan, and the Yuxuantian brothers and sisters of the Nuwa clan, this time they will all come to our aid against the Great Zhou Dynasty." ”

Master Ming Chan once again put one hand together and said to Shen Lang and others: "Several of the great names, the little monk has already been like thunder, here, the little monk thanks you for your generosity to my eleven countries, my Buddha is merciful, I wish to be able to protect you in your life." ”

"The master is polite, we are people from the north, and it is natural to contribute to the country, the master does not need to be thanked, if you want to thank you, you should still thank Brother Jian and Brother Yu."

Shen Lang said softly.

Ming Chan nodded, then thanked Jian Chenzi and the three of them again, and led everyone into the city.

In a side hall in the palace of the ancient Mongolian kingdom, dozens of people were sitting with solemn faces at this time, they were all high-level royal families of eleven countries, or pillars of a country, led by their own lords, who came to participate in this meeting.

In the morning, I heard that Jin Wuqin and the others were about to return to Hohe City, which should have been a happy thing, but some people were happy and some were sad.

Because, in this Ten Thousand Miasma Mountain Competition, although the conspiracy of the Great Shen Kingdom did not succeed in the end, there were still heavy losses among the eleven countries.

In addition to the Great Shen Kingdom, which is the mastermind behind the scenes, only the Young Elites of the Seven Kingdoms, including the Great Yan Kingdom, the Ancient Mongolian Kingdom, the Dongwen Kingdom, the Feiyun Kingdom, and the Xuanyue Kingdom, as well as the Cold Water Country and the Earth Spirit Kingdom, still exist, as for the people of the other four countries, none of them have been able to get out of the Ten Thousand Miasma Mountain Range, and it is impossible to get out of it again.

Therefore, when they heard that Jin Wuqin and the others had returned to Hohe City safely, the faces of the people of the four countries were a little gloomy and difficult to see.

"My son has seen my father."

After entering the main hall, Jin Wuqin immediately knelt down and saluted a burly middle-aged man on the first seat.

This person is the contemporary lord of the ancient Mongolian country, Barenk, don't look at his big-bellied appearance, in fact, this kind of figure is the characteristic of the ancient Mongolian country, basically every man is like this after the age of thirty.

It's not their water and soil problems, it's that they deliberately raise themselves like this.

It is said that it is because there is an ancient sacrificial custom in ancient Mongolia, every man in the prime of life will come out to participate in wrestling, and this sport is not allowed to use any magic weapons and spiritual power cultivation, even a physical cultivator can not use his own physical strength, and must be sealed before he can participate.

To put it bluntly, to participate in this wrestling sport is to use the body of a mortal, and it is said that this is to commemorate the founding ancestor of the ancient Mongolian kingdom, because that ancestor was a mortal, and through continuous efforts, he finally established the great foundation of the ancient Mongolian kingdom.

And the final winner of the wrestling tournament will get a scarf called Hada, which is not ordinary, it is said that the ancestor wore it with him, so it can only be the winner of wrestling, and only true warriors are qualified to wear it.

Therefore, many men in ancient Mongolia raised themselves

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The waist is round, just to get a Hada scarf.

This wrestling tournament is held once every five years, and Jin Wuqin has won the championship for ten consecutive years, and finally was valued by the lord of the country, and married his daughter to him, so that he jumped from a poor boy from a poor family to the master of the ancient Mongolian country.

"O vulture! You've worked hard, get up. ”

Barenke smiled and waved his hand.

At this moment, a woman in the crowd quickly got up and came to Jin Wuqin and hugged him affectionately.

"Hua Zheng, I'm back."

Jin Wuqin touched the woman's hair with a look of pity, and the two were almost immersed in their own feelings.

Shen Lang looked at the beautiful princess of the ancient Mongolian kingdom in front of him, and his heart was also shocked.

This woman reminded him of Concubine Xiang in a certain TV series, that kind of gentle and virtuous, weak and pitiful face is really too pitiful.

Although he is not the kind of pickled goods who like to rob other people's women, he also feels a little pity in his heart, after all, he is one step later than Jin Wuqin, so that this guy with developed limbs can enjoy this beautiful grace.

"Ahem! That one.... Brother Jin, why don't I hold the princess for you, how about you discuss the big matter with you first? ”

Listening to Shen Lang's words, everyone present was stunned, and then the faces of many officials of the Ancient Mongolian Kingdom became gloomy.

This person is really bold, he just molested the princess of the ancient Mongolian kingdom in public.

Thinking of this, many people wanted to open their mouths, but Barenk, the lord of the ancient Mongolian kingdom who was sitting in the first place, laughed heartily: "Hahaha..... O Wuqin! Look at you, a dignified eight-foot man, what kind of children's affection is engaged in on such an occasion, it's not suitable, it's not suitable! This Brother Shen taught a very good lesson, Hua Zheng, and he didn't hurry back to his seat and sit down. ”

When the lord of Barenke talked about Brother Shen, he specially said the word Shen very seriously, and the meaning was obvious, that is, to remind everyone in the ancient Mongolian country that this kid was called Shen Lang.

And how can these old foxes, who have been in the officialdom all the year round, not listen to the meaning of the words of the country's masters? Immediately he hurriedly shut his mouth.

And Princess Huazheng listened to Shen Lang's words, but she was startled, and hurriedly turned around and returned to her place to sit down, but after sitting down, she quietly looked up at Shen Lang, her willow eyebrows frowned slightly, as if she was thinking, why is this person so frivolous and rude?

"Let Brother Shen smile, it's really this accident that makes me feel like I'm going to have the rest of my life, fortunately, Da Shenguo didn't kill the royal family, otherwise, I might never see Hua Zheng again this time."

Jin Wuqin is not a stingy person, although Shen Lang's words are indeed a little frivolous, but he knows that Shen Lang's temperament is not the kind of shameless villain with lust.

A group of palace guards moved many chairs, and then Shen Lang and others took their seats and started the first assembly of the eleven countries.

However, before Shen Lang's ass was hot, someone began to look for trouble.

I saw a gray-robed old man about sixty years old suddenly stood up, looked at Shen Lang and the others, and asked in a somewhat unhappy tone: "Friends, the old man has something I want to ask, I don't know why you can escape the attack of the Great Shen Kingdom, and the team of my Broken Mountain Country is almost completely wiped out, only the little prince escaped with half his life, why don't you come to the rescue?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the entire hall suddenly dropped to freezing point in an instant.

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