Volume 1 The Empire of the Morning Chapter 187: Look to the West
Volume 1: Empire in the Morning Chapter 187: Look to the West
Senior Brother Six looked at Ning Que and said, "If the material of the arrow shaft is changed to mixed silver, your talisman must also be redesigned. I will make some mixed silver blocks later and you can take them back and try them out."
Ning Que thought about the little maid floating in Lao Bizhai in the middle of the night, scratched his head and said: "Sixth Brother, please help me prepare some more materials when the time comes. The talisman I interviewed before was very light. It seems that it should be heavier this time.
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Seventh Senior Sister threw the lid of the pot in her hand to Chen Pipi, clapped her palms, looked at the two people in the discussion and asked doubtfully: "Why don't you ask Master Yan Se to carve talismans on the arrow shafts? Don't the talismans carved by the Talisman Master not
Would it be better?”
For an ordinary Talisman Master, the Talisman he writes can only be inspired by the frequency of his own thoughts, but this rule does not apply to Talisman Masters with mysterious realms. For Talisman Masters like Master Yanse, they
It has the ability to seal the vitality of heaven and earth and the talisman. The user only needs to use his mind to control the vitality of heaven and earth to activate the talisman, and then the power of the talisman will be activated.
The importance of Talisman Masters to the national army and sects is reflected here. However, the status of Talisman Masters is so lofty. How can ordinary martial arts practitioners have the qualifications to ask them to make weapons specifically for themselves? Not to mention the armor and weapons of martial arts practitioners.
If you want to withstand the powerful talismans of the Talisman Master, you need high-quality or even rare materials. Rare materials must be expensive, which is one of the important reasons why Talisman weapons are extremely rare.
Ning Que was about to explain the difference between the two to the Seventh Senior Sister. The Fourth Senior Brother who had been silent for a long time in the dark corner of the room said: "The talisman carved by the Talisman Master is powerful, but it is someone else's talisman after all, like the little Junior Brother
If you need this kind of close-quarters weapon, it is best to carve your own talisman. The two have the same mind and can even change in response to the surrounding environment, which is very beneficial to improving your own realm and enhancing your combat advantage."
After a pause, he continued: "A person with great opportunities like my junior brother can ask Master Yan Se to take action at any time. On the contrary, he cannot do this. Once he becomes dependent on the fixed talisman, it will be even more difficult for him to make progress, let alone
The runes on the weapon were not made by himself, so if they were damaged, where would he repair them?"
Ning Que had wanted to ask his master to engrave talismans on his weapons a few days ago. Master Yan Se's answer at that time was very similar to what the fourth senior brother said. He couldn't help but nodded repeatedly, and suddenly thought about listening to Chen Pi when he first entered the academy.
Pi mentioned the matter he had mentioned. He looked at the fourth senior brother and asked curiously: "Fourth senior brother, General Xiahou's armor..."
The fourth senior brother replied: "The talisman armor that Xiahou wears is a talisman designed by Professor Huang He himself. Your sixth senior brother and I are just blacksmiths and carvers, doing some technical work."
Thinking of the general who wore magical talisman armor and had been victorious in the Yan Kingdom for more than ten years, Ning Que smiled with mixed emotions after being silent for a long time, shook his head and sighed: "It's possible to hire a talisman master like Professor Huang He."
The talisman making allows the two senior brothers to carefully craft armor, which will indeed bring great honor to the four generals of the Tang Empire."
The fourth senior brother shook his head expressionlessly and said: "The four great generals of the empire have no influence on my academy. Although I am not a Talisman Master, if I don't want to, even General Xu Shi won't be able to ask me to take action.
, after all, it’s Professor Huang He’s face, and since he has spoken, we can’t refuse.”
"Professor Huang He is familiar with General Xiahou?" Ning Que seemed to have asked unintentionally.
The fourth senior brother raised his head and glanced at him. After a moment of silence, he said, "Professor Huang He is a guest at the Tianshu Office of the Empire. It is what he should do to enhance the strength of the Imperial Army."
Hearing the word Tianshu, Ning Que thought of the badge hidden in his belt. Since His Majesty the Emperor gave him the badge, he had never visited Tianshu. He only knew that it was the Empire
An organization used to manage practitioners. He couldn't help but secretly wonder if his status in Tianshu Office could bring him any benefits?
Walking on rocks at the bottom of the stream, testing arrows by the lake, time in the mountains behind the academy seemed to go much faster than outside. Seeing that the sun had set over Yaping, and the light was getting redder and darker, Ning Que took the hand from Sixth Senior Brother
Wrapped in leather, he wrapped a heavy forged iron block mixed with silver, bowed his hands to his senior brothers and sisters, and then walked out of the mountain.
Chen Pipi sent him out of the mountain. Before entering the fog, he suddenly stopped, his chubby face full of doubts, and questioned: "Master Yan Se really said... your qualifications in Talisman Dao can be ranked among the best in history."
three?"
Ning Que patted his shoulder and said comfortingly: "Did you find that in terms of cultivation, you can't compare to me, so you feel a little lost and lonely? If you think about it more broadly, you are born unable to enter the Tao of Talisman, so why bother?
Comparing this with me? Think of Sword Master Liu Bai, he will never be able to catch up with me in this aspect."
Listening to Ning Que comparing himself to the most powerful person in the world, Chen Pipi's mood did not improve immediately. He responded sarcastically: "I am a great practitioner in the realm of knowing fate, how can I still envy you, a little boy?"
"That's not what you said." Ning Que retorted with a smile: "I have only been practicing for one year, and I have jumped from the first state to the state of no confusion, and have crossed three states in a row. Who can be sure that I will not be able to enter the realm of knowledge in the future?"
"Only ten orifices can be accessed by the air from the snowy mountains and the sea, so you must admit the talent."
Chen Pipi looked at him sympathetically and said, "Ten thousand steps back, what if I forcefully teach your elm-headed mind to the realm of knowing fate after I return to the academy? You are just an elm-headed one who knows your destiny."
Ning Que frowned and said: "The snowy mountains and the sea are blocked, but it's not that the brain is blocked."
Chen Pipi stood in front of the mist on the mountain path, looked back at him and smiled: "Anyway, I'm not sure whether you are among the top three in the history of Fu Dao qualifications, but I can be sure that even if you enter the realm of knowing fate, you will definitely be the weakest knowing fate in history.
.The vitality of heaven and earth that can be affected cannot be three feet away from you. How can you have the nerve to call yourself a great practitioner?"
Speaking of great practitioners, he deliberately pronounced the word "big" very seriously and bit it very deeply.
Ning Que's face had been hardened by the cold wind of Min Mountain and the wild sands of the frontier fortress. He didn't care about his ridicule at all. He just thought that it had been several months since he entered the second floor of the academy, but he still hadn't met the legendary Master and Master.
Senior Brother, I can’t help but feel a little regretful, thinking how fast my cultivation would be if I had the Master’s personal teachings.
"When will the teacher and senior brother come back?"
"No one knows."
"When you travel abroad... you have to return home at some point, right? It's been more than a year."
"Of course it is much happier traveling to enjoy the scenery and visit friends than to practice meditation in the back mountains. If it were the case, I wouldn't be willing to come back."
Ning Que looked at him with a smile and asked: "I heard that every time the teacher traveled around the world these years, he only took the senior brother with him. Why didn't he take you? Last year in Jiuli, you boasted every day that you were the most favored by the master. It didn't seem to be the case.
picture."
Chen Pipi shook his head and said with emotion: "You don't understand. The world respects the Master and dare not be disrespectful. Of course, we students are even more so, but no one can serve the Master as well as the senior brother.
, if it were you, would you rather bring out a doting daughter or a wife who can cook? "
This is a very ridiculous question, but Ning Que actually started to think seriously while standing in front of the mist on the mountain trail. After thinking for a long time, he replied: "I will take Sang Sang, she can cook and serve people."
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The summer in the wilderness is coming to an end, the temperature of the fertile pastures is gradually getting cooler, and the color of the grass on the black mud is gradually fading. However, unlike the feeling of the weather getting quieter, the northern pastures far away from the Central Plains are still a lively scene with countless tents.
The tents are as continuous as clouds, and the sheep are slaughtered and barbecued, singing and dancing, and it is extremely joyful.
After countless fierce and bloody battles, the deserted people who migrated south from the extremely cold northern region of Atami after a thousand years finally completely defeated the resistance of the grassland barbarians. The Zuozhang Royal Court paid the price of thousands of elite cavalry deaths and still could not stop them.
The unyielding footsteps of the barren people had to move all the tribes closer to the north to the grassland pastures further south, leaving the fertile pastures in the north to the barren people.
The brave desert warriors won the victory and regained a new homeland in their homeland thousands of years ago. In the eyes of the Central Plains people, this homeland has a cold climate and harsh environment, but to this suffering nation that lives in the cold extreme north all year round,
Said, it is undoubtedly as beautiful as heaven.
And not long ago, the women, children, and children of the Huangren tribe who had been left far behind due to the slow migration speed finally arrived at this new homeland. The number of people who successfully arrived far exceeded the expectations when the Huangren decided to move south.
, which surprised all the deserters.
In the tents on the grassland, relatives meet again, each settles down in their own home, and they become familiar with the beautiful and strange new life. The frankincense of the sheep soup and the peculiar smell of burning dried manure, when mixed together, are extremely happy to the desolate people.
smell.
The carnival lasted from night to the evening of the next day. The desert warriors used the spirits they snatched from the grassland royal court to reward themselves and their families who had also worked hard, and then mourned the relatives or tenderness who died on the road.
He hugged his wife, went back to his tent and fell asleep. There was no need to light the oil lamp.
The tent in the northwest of the grassland was equally simple in appearance, but obviously much larger in size. It was brightly lit, with more than ten braziers hanging in the air at half a person's height, illuminating the tent extremely brightly.
The wilderness elders and the most powerful warrior leaders celebrated their victory for a whole day, but then they fell into deep thought and silence because a certain elder mentioned a certain topic.
"What's so scary about Tang people?"
A leader of the desert warriors, who was as strong as a bear, looked at the old elders with a puzzled face, and said in a deep voice: "We are all born warriors. Even though we are tired from moving thousands of miles south, we can still conquer the royal court on the grassland.
As long as we rest on this grassland for half a year, who else in the world can be our opponent?"
The veteran of the wilderness sitting in the deepest part of the tent looked at him calmly, and after a moment of silence he said: "No matter how powerful a warrior is, once he is controlled by pride, he will become weak."
After being criticized by the respected Grand Elder, the strong leader of the desert warriors showed panic on his face, and he quickly lowered his head to apologize. However, from his eyes, it could be clearly seen that he still did not understand the fear of his elders.
"This grassland was originally the hometown of us desert people. We were once the most powerful kingdom in the world. However, why were our ancestors forced to leave this fertile grassland thousands of years ago and go to the extreme north to endure hardships?"
The old man looked around at the people in the tent and said expressionlessly: "Because the Tang people defeated us."
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The old man was silent for a long time and continued: "Let you remember the reason why our ancestors were forced to leave the grassland, not to ask you for revenge, but to remind you how powerful the empire called Tang was."
"Thousands of years ago, the ancestors swept across the northern part of the mainland and no one dared to resist. Even the Xiling Kingdom at first only wanted to preach and had no hostility. Until Li Tang established the country, the ancestors were defeated again and again. In the end, they almost lost their race.
I signed an agreement and retreated to the cold region, vowing not to return south again, so I retained some fire."
The old man slowly told stories that had been passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years, and there was a deathly silence in the tent.
"The territory of our ancestors back then was a hundred times that of our descendants, and their population was a hundred times that of our descendants. Their strong men were as numerous as the stars in the night sky, and they were countless, and they even perished at the hands of the Tang Dynasty. Now my tribe has suffered in Rehai for thousands of years, but it is nothing more than that.
How can hundreds of thousands of people compare with our ancestors, and why should we despise the people of the Tang Dynasty?"
"The issue we need to be concerned about now is how to handle it once we come into contact with the Tang people."
A response came from the tent: "We don't want the land of the Central Plains people. What we take back is our own grassland. Even if the Barbarian Royal Court is driven south by us and has a dispute with the Central Plains people, what does it have to do with us?"
Someone worried and said: "Our tribe's migration to the south has violated the agreement signed with the Tang people thousands of years ago. If the Tang people take this opportunity to cause trouble, how should they respond?"
The old man lowered his eyes slightly and said: "Left tent royal court, right tent royal court, golden tent royal court, thousands of years later, there will only be a few barbarians left on the grassland, but we, the real descendants of the Khan, are forced to live in the grasslands these days.
Living a hard life by the Atami. It would be fine if we could really survive, but now that we can't survive, moving south is inevitable. With darkness in front and death behind, any agreement is absolutely meaningless."
Then he raised his head, looked at the most important people of the Desolate Human Race in the tent, and said in a deep voice: "But if we can avoid a war with the Tang Empire, then we must avoid it. If the Tang Dynasty sends envoys to question them, it will be easy to deal with them."
yes."
Everyone in the tent responded in unison.
Suddenly, the elder noticed that there was no figure of that person in the tent, and his gray eyebrows couldn't help but frown. Although that person never expressed any opinions at the elders' meeting and was accustomed to silence, he was after all the most powerful among the desolate people.
A soldier, he was not present when discussing such an important matter, and I always felt that something was wrong.
"Where did he go?"
"have no idea."
When the old man was about to continue saying something, he suddenly felt a faint wave of breath coming from the far west. This breath could not be felt how powerful it was, but the unique smell in heaven and earth touched him deeply.
He lost the old heart in his body.
The old man's body suddenly stiffened, with a look of awe and fear on his face. He hurriedly moved his body back, then knelt down facing the west, stretching his hands forward in an extremely respectful manner.
The skinny elders next to them also sensed the aura of the West, their expressions changed dramatically, and they bent over the carpet as quickly as possible, reaching out their hands to touch the ground and kowtow sincerely.
The prime-aged wilderness leaders of each tribe did not feel the aura. They were shocked and confused when they saw the reactions of the elders. They subconsciously knelt down and kowtowed to the west.
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(Thinking about celebrating the New Year, I was so happy and excited that I had insomnia again. I didn’t sleep for another day and night, so I just wrote a chapter. Then I went to write the next chapter. When I feel sleepy anymore, I will write more after writing. I am really crazy.