There wouldn't be a particularly large number of Seven Realm cultivators in any palace.

There are too many such grandmasters in the Seven Realms, and it is also a great threat to the safety of the emperor in the palace.

However, there are not too few cultivators of the Seven Realms and below the Seven Realms in the palace, and there are even many cultivators who have practiced in the palace all their lives, and it is clear that the cultivation realm is extremely high, but the outside world does not know about their existence at all.

Based on the experience of dynasties and generations, a certain number of practitioners is enough to resist the assassination of a foreign enemy, delaying enough time for the army to arrive.

In the imperial palace built by the mountain in Donghu, according to the experience of various dynasties and generations, the practitioners of a cultivation sect called "Tantra" can get the second only generous courtesy of the emperor in their lives, and get any cultivation needs that Donghu can give, and the value of their existence is to protect the safety of the palace and assassinate the leader of the rebel army in Donghu.

In the entire Donghu, no one could have imagined that there was a cultivator who could directly enter the palace from the main path of the palace without concealment, kill in front of the emperor, and then directly knock the emperor to death, and then leave this palace.

"That's the ascetic from Mount Kinabalu. ”

A monk in a dark purple robe and a golden crown looked at the old monk who had left with a wooden staff in hand, and was shocked to the point of no return.

He arrived at the last moment, and even the vast majority of cultivators in this palace could not perceive when he would arrive.

However, when he saw the wooden staff handed out by the old monk, he knew that he could not stop the old monk.

"He is the legendary master of my sect. ”

When the monk spoke, a ragged ascetic also came to his side, looked at the old monk's back, nodded slowly, and then raised his palm seriously, bowed to the old monk with great respect, and then continued: "When he went to Changling in the past, the cultivation realm was already difficult to guess, but it was not so terrible, I thought that he was hit hard and returned, and he would die in the sacred mountain, but I didn't expect him to cultivate to a great progress. ”

"His Holiness!"

"His Holiness the Great Nikchaun. ”

"His Holiness Ananda. ”

When the monk and ascetic appeared one after another, many voices of awe resounded in the palace, and the vast majority of people knelt on the ground as a sign of piety.

When the Donghu Emperor died, the monk and ascetic became the highest-ranking figure in the palace.

"Why did he do that?" the gold-crowned monk looked at where the old monk had disappeared, his lips trembling slightly.

"You don't need to understand why he did it, it's just that he did it. The ragged ascetic sighed, "After all, he has not yet reached the Eight Realms, and it is impossible for him to defeat the country with the strength of one person, but he can directly do such a thing, only because he has absolute confidence, and because we have countless cultivators in Donghu who are willing to die for Donghu, but there are not many cultivators who are willing to die for Yelu Zhenying." ”

The monk with the golden crown thought of his last moment of stopping, and was silent for a moment, then turned his head and looked at the ascetic seriously, "Ananda, what do you think we should do?"

Without hesitation, the ascetic said, "He said that we want to make friends with the Wu clan, so we will make friends with the Wu clan." ”

The monk with the golden crown thought for a moment and said, "Yelu Cangwolf is a general in the Wu clan, let him come back." ”

The ascetic nodded and said, "Okay." ”

The monk with the golden crown on his head had a slightly loose face.

He looked at the corpses all over the mountain road, drenched in blood, and his eyes were full of unbearability, but at the same time he sighed, and in his heart he became more and more respectful to the old monk, and he admitted that it was indeed in order to achieve such an end, such a direct means, but the least number of people died.

......

When the monk and the ascetic reached a consensus and looked at the place where the old monk disappeared with relief, Ding Ning sat in the big tent of the Empress Dowager of the Wu Clan, watching the wind and snow smash on the ground like heavy lead.

"If there are no accidents, Donghu will soon form an alliance with the Wu clan. ”

He said slowly to the old woman sitting on the thick blanket behind him, "The biggest thing that restricts the Wu clan is only military rations and talismans. ”

The old woman was slightly stunned, smiled bitterly, and said, "Presumably, Mr. has found that he has been restricting rations in recent days. ”

"There's no need to save food anymore. ”

Ding Ning shook his head and said, "Saving food is about morale and confidence in victory, especially after many people died in this war and migrated far away. After the snow melts, military rations and talismans are not a problem. ”

"Sir, you mean Donghu?"

The old woman was a little puzzled.

Even if the situation in Donghu can be completely safe as previously thought, the military rations of Donghu themselves are not rich, and more importantly, Ding Ning also mentioned the talisman.

Except for some Heavenly Iron Meteorite, the Wu clan rarely produced the mineral deposits that made talismans, and the same was true for Donghu, even if they had obtained some talismans from the Qin army in the previous battles, most of them had been discarded during the retreat.

It is naturally impossible to get enough talismans to equip the army with war, and the normal means, in addition to mineral deposits, must also have a method of manufacturing talismans, and there must also be practitioners and craftsmen who know how to make talismans.

"After the winter has passed, after the snow melts in spring next year, Chu will open up border trade with you and Donghu. Ding Ning looked at the old woman and said calmly.

The old woman was in a shock that could not be described in words.

She was even too shocked to speak.

"Most of the military rations will not come from Donghu, but they will be delivered to Wushi free of charge. ”

Ding Ning looked at her in shock, and then said: "Chu will provide some deposits for making talismans, as well as craftsmen. ”

The old woman finally stared, pondered for a moment, and said, "It's just that the situation in Chu is not stable, and with such fanfare, I'm afraid even that Concubine Zhao will be difficult to control."

Ding Ning shook his head again and said, "Chu will not pay unconditionally, and the money for providing these things will come from Qin." ”

The old woman was stunned again, and subconsciously said, "Bashan Sword Field?"

Ding Ning glanced at her and said, "It's not just Bashan Sword Field. ”

The old woman was able to firmly control the power in her own hands in the Wu clan, naturally she was not an ordinary person, she just took a deep breath, then completely thought about it, and said, "The old magnate." ”

Ding Ning did not speak again.

No denial is acquiescence.

In the past, the old magnates of Changling were the real rulers, holding amazing wealth, and today, all the old magnates of Changling have declined, even the strong man who became a night owl in the world is only a man who cannot see the light.

It's just that when those huge old powerful men and lords perished one after another, the whereabouts of most of their wealth were still a mystery.

Among all the old magnates, the two families are recognized as the most wealthy, the Lu family and the Gongsun family.