For ordinary people and tourists, Mon Lan is a big festival, the theme of this autumn, and for the real big people, Yu Lan is just a reason and an excuse for them to meet, they just need to get together in this name and then discuss some real big things.

Before the festival, the final plan has been reached by the meetings of the national missions, which will only be submitted to the courts of various countries for review after returning home, and then the emperor or king will stamp the imperial seal, and it will officially take effect.

In this strategy, all the countries of the Central Plains agreed to continue to send troops to the wasteland next year, and will greatly increase the number of troops and strengthen the logistics supply, and the Tang Empire is even more required to no longer be silent and watch as the year before last, but must show real strength.

The reason why this is so is because the situation in the wasteland has become more and more chaotic, after the wasteland has gained a foothold, after only a year of recuperation, it has already had the momentum of regaining strength, and the barbarian Left Tent Royal Court, which was played by the Central Plains countries in the last war, finally woke up after paying a lot of blood, and began to wander around in the gap between the Central Plains and the wasteland, and tried to retaliate

It has been too long since the desolate people left this world, and the barbarians have been the masters of the wasteland for a thousand years, although the strength of the Zuo Tent Royal Court is depleted, but it is extremely familiar with the wasteland, and it really wants to be entangled with the Central Plains countries, even if they are not enemies, they will hide in the vast Minshan Mountain, and the Central Plains countries have no better way to take them.

The most vigilant of the Central Plains countries is the cavalry of the Left Horde Royal Court, and in the case of heavy losses, it is really possible to give up the dignity of the royal court and directly join the Golden Horde Royal Court.

The Golden Horde Court has been very quiet for decades, so that many people in the Central Plains have forgotten the existence of this fierce beast, and the dignitaries and nobles of various countries are very clear, saying that the Southern Jin Dynasty is the second most powerful force in the world, in fact, the second most powerful force in the world is still the Golden Horde.

The Golden Horde has the best cavalry, the most horses, and the most high priests, if it weren't for being blocked by Minshan, the royal court has several heroic and powerful Shan Yu, I'm afraid that the entire wasteland would have been unified long ago.

And if it weren't for the Tang Empire's hard-fought resistance in the south for hundreds of years, not giving an inch, the cavalry of the Golden Horde might have swept through the Central Plains even earlier, and might even have killed under Xiling Peach Mountain.

In the face of the anger or pleading of the envoys of various countries, the Tang delegation finally agreed to sign this strategy, on the one hand, because of the pressure of the Xiling Temple, and more importantly, because of the strategic considerations of the Tang Dynasty itself.

Tianqi Mountain Range and Minshan Mountain are actually the same mountain range, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, running through the north of the continent, cutting the wilderness into two halves, but the middle is divided into two foothills by an extremely narrow canyon in the north and south, the Central Plains people are used to calling the South Min Mountain and the North Min Mountain, and the grassland barbarians are used to calling the north foot the Tian Qi Mountain. If the Left Horde Royal Court wanted to get in touch with the Golden Horde Royal Court, or even fight hand in hand, then their cavalry would have to pass through that canyon, and to the west of that canyon was the city built by the Tang Empire with countless manpower and material resources, which was the farthest and most important city from the Tang Dynasty.

Chang'an would never allow that city to be threatened in any way.

The envoys of the former temple had already finished their mission, and either went to the town to have fun with the people, or left early, and hurried back to their respective capitals to report on the situation of the discussion.

The cultivators of various sects are still staying in the middle temple, if it is a weekday, the heads of these cultivation sects will definitely leave with the big people of various countries, because the Xiling Temple is above, they must listen to the orders of the royal families of various countries, but this year's situation is different, they have to wait for the big people in the back temple to speak.

The big people in the back temple are the real big people, whether it is a strong person in the realm of fate, such as Mr. Cheng of the Sword Pavilion, or Aunt Qu Ni Ma Di and the Lu Chenjia, they can ignore the affairs of their respective countries, not to mention that this year there are representatives of the first Hanging Temple Discipline Academy, the Academy and the Xiling Temple.

The representative of the academy is naturally Ning Que, the representative of the Xiling Temple, originally Sang Sang was very qualified to do it, but she only has the title of the temple, and she has no specific duties for the time being, and the most important thing is that the temple also knows very well that the Daughter of Light will definitely not pay attention to these affairs, so she sent a priest to help.

That priest is Ning Que's acquaintance, the seat of the Heavenly Oracle Temple with silver eyebrows, Cheng Lixue.

Ning Que looked at Cheng Lixue and said helplessly: "This kind of word, the temple can actually think of it, if Sang Sang really says something, will you listen to her?"

Cheng Lixue smiled slightly and said: "If the Daughter of Light is really willing to express her opinion, of course I will respect her opinion, and I believe that no one in the temple will oppose her opinion." ”

This kind of goodwill will be said less in the future, and it is meaningless. ”

Ning Que looked at him and said, "You should have heard the rumors of Guan Shou's background background. ”

Cheng Lixue's expression was calm and said, "I heard something." ”

Ning Que asked, "Do you believe it?"

Cheng Lixue smiled and said, "I don't know. ”

Yu Que asked, "Does the Heavenly Oracle know about it?"

Cheng Lixue shook his head and said, "Lord Shenzuo said that he doesn't know either. ”

Ning Que said: "Then if someone in the Daomen still says that I am the son of the Hades King in the future, don't blame me for being unkind." ”

Cheng Lixue said helplessly: "If you don't mention it yourself, who dares to say that rumor in front of you?"

Ning Que said with a smile: "It's cool to spread rumors for a while, **** light, just to remind you." ”

Cheng Lixue really didn't want to have this kind of meaningless conversation with him again, so she took out a letter from her sleeve, handed it to Ning Que, and said, "This is a letter sent back by the Ruling Divine Throne, and I want me to hand it over to you personally." ”

Ning Que was slightly stunned, took the letter and opened it, and sure enough, it was Ye Hongyu's handwriting.

In the letter, Ye Hongyu briefly recounted the process of chasing and killing the prince of Longqing outside Yanbei Sai, and did not describe in detail the thunder on the shore of Bihu, but only told him that Longqing was not dead and had taken dozens of powerful fallen knights to join the people of the Left Tent Royal Court, and had fled into the depths of the wasteland.

Long Qing was able to escape from Ye Hongyu's sword, which was a huge deviation from Ning Que's calculation, he guessed that something must have happened in the meantime, but since Ye Hongyu refused to say it, he couldn't help it.

Thinking of the black peach blossom and the breath of silence, Ning Que felt uneasy and vigilant.

He knew very well how powerful and terrifying Longqing was now, especially the weird devouring technique on his body, the speed at which this person would become strong was very amazing.

In front of the Red Lotus Temple in the autumn rain that day, if Longqing hadn't been shocked by his meal**, he was distracted and only thought about escaping, maybe he would have died in the hands of this person.

Although there are no Dao cultivators in the wasteland, there are many priests or sorcerers, and without preparation, these priests and sorcerers are the most delicious and fat lambs in Long Qing's eyes.

A person who should have died a long time ago, but he refused to die and became more and more terrifying, more and more powerful, Ning Que even felt a little admiration for Long Qing, his eyebrows slowly raised, and he thought silently, could the statement of a lifelong enemy that began to circulate a few years ago become a reality?

Ye Hongyu's letter has two sheets of paper.

On the second piece of paper is a sword she drawn.

Ning Que looked at the paper on the paper, feeling the sword intent hidden in it, and vaguely sensing the unwilling and strong meaning when she drew the sword, she couldn't help but feel awe-inspired, and muttered: "You actually have another understanding so quickly...... Can you please not be so strong, it will make me look weak, okay? Saying this, in fact, he was grateful to Ye Hongyu in his heart, and if he had a feeling for the Dahe Sword, he drew the sword to let him know, naturally because he was worried that he would enter the country too slowly and would not be Longqing's opponent in the future.

Of course, Ning Que also understands that with the character of a Taoist idiot, in addition to the above reasons, the more important reason should be that she is worried that she will be left too far behind, and it will not be interesting to kill her in the future.

Cheng Lixue heard his previous words to himself, and couldn't help but say bitterly: "When I saw you in the wasteland, you hadn't entered the cave yet, and when you saw you today, you actually knew your fate, if this is still weak, then I should dig a hole in front of you and the Judgment Throne immediately, and then jump in?"

Ning Que patted him on the shoulder to express comfort: "Those who are content are always happy." ”

Cheng Lixue almost spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his eyebrows were as white as snow and frost.

After a while, he said helplessly: "I finally understand why the prince of Longqing will be angry when he returns to the temple after losing to you in Chang'an City, no matter who loses the opportunity to become a student of the master, everyone will be as angry as him, and after losing to someone like you, it is really difficult to fall asleep." ”

Ning Que said with a smile: "I didn't do anything at the time, I just asked him if he wanted to eat a piece of cake." ”

The meeting in the apse of the Rotten Ke Temple, ordinary cultivation sects are naturally not qualified to participate, they can only wait in the middle temple, and there are many discussions, but looking at their expressions, they are not very nervous and dignified.

People who can't look up at the sky, naturally don't know how high the sky is, can't get in touch with those who really secret, naturally can't see the danger of the road ahead, and are easy to be happy, these cultivators still think that the invasion of the underworld is just a legend, so of course they are not too nervous.

The statues of the four stone venerables sat silently on the side of the hall, and the hall was still quiet and quiet, because there were always very few people who were qualified to sit in the hall.

Master Qishan sat in the center, his emaciated cheeks full of kindness.

The sea-watching monk stood beside him.

Ning Que and Sang Sang sat on the master's left hand side.

The first Treasure Tree Master of the Hanging Temple Precept Academy sits on the right hand side of the Master.

No matter what kind of concubine status the other people in the palace have in the world, they must show sufficient respect in front of the representatives of the two unknowable places.

Cheng Lishuang represented the Xiling Temple, sitting under Sangsang, Qu Nimadi, Cheng Ziqing, the strong man of the Sword Pavilion, Moshan Mountain and the nymphomaniac Lu Chenjia, sitting in turn.

Master Dongming, who presided over the second game of the three games of chess in Washan, was also in the hall, but instead of sitting with everyone, he sat under the side wall, he looked at Sang Sang and smiled slightly, looking very calm and relaxed.

There are only ten people in the hall, but these ten people can represent the entire world of practice.

(I know that there will be a big drama, so I have been constantly revising the outline, delaying too much time and consuming too much energy, this is the second chapter, and the third chapter has been written a lot, but I am thinking about how to change it, and update it before ten o'clock.) ）