Volume 1 The Empire in the Morning Chapter 192 This is the world
Volume 1: The Empire in the Morning Chapter 192: This is the human world
There is a very humble tea shop behind Yipinxuan, a famous restaurant in Xicheng, Chang'an.
There were two people sitting behind the bamboo mat deep in the tea shop. Among them, the short, fat, middle-aged man kept wiping the sweat from his forehead. It seemed that the sultry heat of late summer had a great impact on him. Even the Hebei accent when he spoke
It also seemed a bit dry.
"You are a secret guard. You always have to do what you have to do. What's the problem with going to the wasteland this time and helping with the tasks? I'm just letting you take a look, not asking you to investigate any cases."
This short, fat, middle-aged man is Mr. Xu Chongshan, the deputy commander of the palace guards. Today he went out of the palace to have a secret meeting with Ning Que. Ning Que, who was sitting opposite, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and started wiping sweat like him, but it was very obvious.
, he was sweating not because of the sultry late summer weather, but because of what the other person said.
"General Xiahou... what kind of person is that? What do you think if I go see him? How many beards does he have or how many times he goes to the toilet every day? Mr. Xu, I know this is what His Majesty meant, but you have to think about it.
, with General Xiahou's temper, if he finds out that I'm peeping in secret, he will definitely get angry and fall out. Then he will find a place where no one is around, slap me into a pulp, and then wrap it into buns and feed it to the horses. Who will stand up for me?
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"If General Xiahou really can't leave any evidence, Tang Lu will be on top, and neither the palace nor the academy can come forward for you. If you can leave evidence of his actions before you die, it might as well...
"Haha, you know I'm joking."
Ning Que put down his handkerchief and looked at Commander Luo who was smiling awkwardly, thinking that this joke was not very funny.
It is very likely that he will meet Xiahou when he goes to the wasteland. If there is a chance, of course he wants to check him out. However, this matter is too dangerous. He did not expect to receive this request at this time - it seems that His Majesty still does not care about Xiahou after all.
How can you rest assured? What role can you play in this process?
Seeing that he was silent, Commander Xu thought that he still had resistance in his heart, and said with relief: "Don't worry too much, His Majesty's meaning is very simple. You just need to watch General Xiahou's reaction from the side, and see what you see after returning to the capital."
Tell your Majesty the details I got, so there is no need to take any risks."
"Your Majesty likes you, and you are the master's student. Although General Xiahou is violent and cruel, he is not one of those wild boars in the mountains with brute force and evil intentions. He is not stupid and will not offend you for no reason."
Ning Que thought to himself, what would he do if he offended Xia Hou?
"Is there no problem?" Xu Chongshan picked up the handkerchief and wiped his sweat again, looked at him with hope, and said: "If there is no problem, I will go to the palace to reply. If there is anything worrying about Chang'an City, please tell me.
Come and do it.”
Ning Que said: "You know I have a shop in Lin 47 Lane..."
Xu Chongshan slapped his chest hard, showing a particularly heroic attitude, and said, "I'll show you!"
Ning Que shook his head and said with a smile: "The main reason is that I have a little maid, and I want to ask the bodyguard to take care of it for me."
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The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty sent secret guards to watch with cold eyes the words and deeds of the imperial general. If this matter was spread, it would definitely cause a political turmoil. Therefore, in order to keep it secret, His Majesty the Emperor did not summon Ning Que into the palace at all, but let him
Xu Chongshan found a secret place outside the palace and secretly conveyed the secret order.
After receiving the secret decree, Ning Que should have kept this matter deep in his heart and not told anyone. However, there had never been any secrets between him and Sangsang, so when he returned to Lin 47 Lane,
, Sangsang, who was preparing to cook, immediately knew the specific content of the secret decree.
She looked at Ning Que at the window and asked, "Is it dangerous?"
Ning Que picked up the writing brush, looked at her through the window and said, "The main thing is to observe her appearance and then ask around. Xu Chongshan is right. There is no danger in this matter at all. If it is really dangerous, I won't do it."
Sangsang lowered his head and continued washing rice, and asked: "So you agreed?"
Ning Que lowered his head and continued to draw the talisman, and said: "As His Majesty's golden little secret agent, the young generation of the Tang Dynasty focuses on training. The so-called empire uses me, and if I use me, I will win... Well, winning does not mean that I must admit that my life is always the same.
It won’t go smoothly for too long, and you should know the reason why I didn’t refuse.”
The opportunity to get close to Xiahou, to observe Xiahou with His Majesty's secret orders, and possibly even find an opportunity for revenge was an opportunity that Ning Que could not miss after waiting for fourteen years.
Sangsang didn't say anything. She rubbed the rice vigorously in the basin with her little hands. The water gradually turned into something like rice milk. She didn't know how many layers of rice she had rubbed off, and her figure became thinner and gloomier.
"If you wash this rice a few more times, will you still be able to steam it?"
Ning Que put the pen on the inkstone and looked at the scene outside the window. After a moment of silence, he said, "Don't worry, my current level is not good enough for Xia Hou to poke him with his finger. Naturally, I won't be an idiot enough to take revenge immediately."
Sang Sang stood up, wiped her hands on her apron, looked back at him behind the window and said, "Master, since you can't take me there, you must hold back when you see Xia Hou."
"I saw Prince Li Peiyan during the academy's admission exam last year. Could I hold it back?" Ning Que shook his head and said, "We are hunters who grew up in the Min Mountains. Our patience when dealing with prey is our most powerful weapon."
"What kind of luggage do I need to prepare?"
"Still the third child."
He was about to take the academy students to the frontier wasteland, and he might see Xiahou. Ning Que was a little excited, but more nervous. Thinking about the dangers he might encounter, he became more and more anxious to successfully develop the talisman arrow.
After dinner that day, Sangsang rolled up his trouser legs, sat by the well and started cutting feathers for him, while he concentrated on the white paper on the desk, constantly drawing complicated rune lines.
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Not all places in the wilderness are desolate. Before the strong winter winds arrive, most of the ground is covered with felt-like grass. However, at the end of summer, the wilderness will feel the slightly cold autumn in advance.
, the grass began to turn yellow and white with frost, giving it a somewhat chilling smell.
The horses' hoofs heavily trampled a frost grass that was taller than its companions into the mud. Accompanied by a slight neigh and heavy breathing, more and more war horses appeared on the meadow. The elite cavalry from the Zuozhang Royal Court escorted the tribe south.
move.
Further south, more than a thousand grassland cavalry brandished scimitars and shouted strange sounds, broke through the Yanbei border fortress, instantly occupied a road village, and surrounded a caravan.
Blood began to spray along the gap cut by the scimitar, the summer grain harvested in the village began to flow along the gap cut by the scimitar, and precious tea and salt packets began to spill along the gap cut by the scimitar.
The Yandi villagers and caravan guards screamed and fell in a pool of blood. Their bodies fell heavily to the ground, just like those heavy grain bags and caravan goods, they lost their lives instantly.
The prairie cavalry shouted excitedly, and after killing everyone, they began to clumsily re-hitch their carriages, load all the food and goods they could find into the carriages, and then return north.
Summer is over, autumn has arrived, and winter is naturally not far away. The Zuozhangwangting tribe, which has lost the fertile pasture in the north, will not be able to raise too many cattle and sheep. If they do not seize the time before the first snow arrives,
If enough food is grabbed, the tribe will most likely face annihilation.
As for whether the villages and caravans that were massacred by them should suffer such a tragic fate, it was not a question that the prairie barbarians needed to consider.
In fact, the people in the wasteland are very clear about the importance of the caravan. However, now they are facing the immediate panic. Even the wisest royal military advisor will not force them to think about long-term problems.
The border fortresses in northern Yan were breached by barbarian cavalry from the grasslands, countless caravans were bloodbathed and looted, and food in countless villages was robbed. These news were quickly spread to all parts of Yan State by the wind in the wilderness, and then gathered in the imperial palace.
Prince Chongming, who had just returned home not long ago, calmly put on his armor and led three thousand guardsmen to the northern border under the indifferent gaze of his father on the sick bed.
The city gates were wide open, rituals and music were playing, but the people of Yan State who were watching the excitement did not have much excitement on their faces, and their eyes looking at the prince's carriage looked extremely indifferent.
The Zuozhang Royal Court in the wasteland was unable to restrain all the tribes. The barbarian cavalry had gone crazy. The Yan State's frontier troops and the thousands of guards who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun could not stop those horses.
The prairie cavalry who moves like the wind and moves like a god with arrows.
Fortunately, the Xiling Temple has issued an edict, and all the countries in the Central Plains will come to support, and the hateful and terrifying Tang State will also send their cavalry. For the people of the Yan State, this is such a humiliating but helpless choice.
This is Chengjing, the capital of a weak country.
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On the mountain behind the academy, the morning light is faint and the mountain fog is gradually clearing.
The Fourth Senior Brother and the Sixth Senior Brother sat cross-legged next to the waterwheel. After finishing their meditation and adjusting their breaths, they looked at each other and began to repeat the discussion process they had been repeating for several days. Between them was the magical sand table with complex symbols on it.
The lines of text move forward slowly on their own, and then form various possibilities.
In the blacksmithing room very close to Qingxi, the water vapor is getting thicker as the water wheel pours in. In the furnace with blazing fire, some silver-like iron-like metal is slowly softening and melting.
Senior Sister Seven, who had just gotten up, stood at the upper stream of Qingxi River, looking at the silent and worried expressions on their faces. After a moment of silence, she threw the wet towel in her hand onto a stone, turned around and walked towards the waterfall in the distance of Yaping.
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About seventy miles away from the capital of Southern Jin Dynasty, there is a mountain.
This mountain is not as majestic and high as the mountain behind the academy in the southern suburbs of Chang'an. Most of the body is covered by clouds and fog all day long. Instead, it is calm and exposed in the clear sunshine. Every cliff crevice and every rock looks like that.
clear.
The overall shape of the mountain is also very clear. The cliffs on three sides are relatively smooth, reflecting the light from the sky, shining brightly, and then converge at the top of the peak, looking like a sword.
The sect of Liu Bai, the strongest swordsman in the world, is at the foot of the mountain. It is an old-style ancient pavilion with black and white colors.
Dozens of young practitioners knelt on their knees and respectfully saluted the ancient pavilion.
Behind them there is a sword tied tightly with a straw rope. Different from the flying swords of ordinary swordsmen, these swords are relatively long and larger, more like the swords used by warriors, and are quietly hidden in their sheaths.
The young swordsmen knelt on the ground respectfully, and the ancient pavilion was quiet. After an unknown period of time, a calm but sharp voice like a sword rang out. This voice was so sharp that it seemed to be able to pierce through the solid people behind the sword pavilion.
The cliff is capable of piercing through any tangible thing in the world.
"Those who are embarrassed should not come back."
Hearing this voice, the dozens of young swordsmen kneeling on the ground stiffened their expressions and bodies, appeared extremely nervous, and seemed extremely excited. They stood up and walked out.
Dozens of horses are neighing and waiting.
The young man rode the horse and took the reins, left the division gate and headed north.
This is the Sword Pavilion, a place where the strong take care of you.
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The turbulent Yellow River is rolling with turbid waves, and an unknown number of waves are annihilated for a moment. The ferryman on the river bank holds a bamboo pole and kneels respectfully on both sides of the wooden road.
It was at this Yellow River that the sword master Liu Bai realized the power of the sword.
Today, the young generation of practitioners in the Great River Kingdom will cross the Yellow River and head north.
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Under the white tower beside Haier.
A woman with a wrinkled face, wearing a strange dress made of countless pieces of cloth, looked at the younger generations in front of her indifferently, and said in a hoarse and strange voice: "If you want to go to Yanbei, you need to pass through Tang Dynasty."
The imperial court has issued a document, it's okay for you to leave, I believe the Tang people will not make things difficult for you."
A young ascetic monk looked at the woman in surprise and asked, "Master Quni, won't you come with us?"
A look of vicious hatred flashed in the old woman's eyes, and she said sternly: "A sinful place like the Tang Dynasty where etiquette is corrupted and there is no faith. Even a particle of its dust on the soles of my shoes will make me feel sick."
This sister of the leader of the Yuelun Kingdom has been practicing Buddhism since she was a child. She has a profound level of practice and a very high status in the Buddhist sect. Now these young practitioners who are going to Yanbei under the imperial edict of Xiling can be said to be her disciples and grandsons.
She looked at the younger generations who were waiting respectfully, and said coldly and proudly: "I'm going from the north, directly through Minshan, but I want to see if anyone in the Tang Dynasty will stop me."
This is the Moon Wheel Kingdom, a place where the light of Buddha shines everywhere.
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The horses' hooves seemed to squeeze out oil when they stepped on the fertile fields.
Hundreds of knights marched solemnly under the warm sunshine, wearing pure black armor with complicated and difficult-to-understand golden patterns painted on the armor. The surface of the black armor and the golden patterns kept flashing in the bright light, revealing a sense of
A sense of solemn beauty and coercion.
Thousands of devout followers of the Haotian Sect were preparing to kneel down to worship the mountain. When they heard the thunderous sound of hoofbeats, they were so startled that they hid under the trees on the roadside. After they saw the knight's face clearly, they hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed.
Full of surprise and awe.
The Xiling Guardian Holy Cavalry is known as the most elite cavalry in the world. The believers who kowtow devoutly by the roadside usually think that when they see one person, they think it is the virtue of their ancestors. Today, they saw hundreds of Holy Cavalry at once. They couldn't help but be so surprised that they couldn't help themselves.
A woman looked at the solemn appearance of the holy cavalry and fainted with excitement.
Some well-off and well-informed believers may have guessed the reason for the dispatch of these divine guardian armies, but they still don’t understand that it’s just some barbarians on the grassland causing trouble. Why does the temple pay so much attention to it?
Among the hundreds of sacred cavalrymen, there are several priests of the Haotian Daomen wearing red robes. Among the priests, the young general of the sacred cavalry is as handsome as an extraordinary person. He walks in the sun, and the armor on his body seems to be plated.
A layer of Haotian's divine brilliance, as perfect and inviolable as the Son of God.
This is Xiling, the place blessed by Haotian.
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The mountain behind the academy was shrouded in deep night.
Ning Que put the rune drawings on the table, sat down tiredly against the corner, looked at the swaying fire for a while, and fell asleep unknowingly. He was really exhausted these past few days, and his brain power was also being squeezed.
To the extreme.
"In such a short time, we actually came up with a solution. I praised my junior brother that day as a genius in the Tao of Talisman, and he really did not disappoint me." The fourth senior brother looked at the lines on the paper, and then looked at the corner.
Ning Que, who fell into a deep sleep, said, "I don't know what gave him such strong motivation."
While calculating the metal ratio required for the Talisman Arrow material, the Sixth Senior Brother lowered his voice and said, "I can feel that the Junior Brother is very anxious... It seems that he is worried about something, whether it is about going to the wasteland."
The fourth senior brother said: "Wasteland... The Xiling Temple is worried about the resurrection of the Demon Sect. After all, my junior brother is a member of the academy, so what is there to worry about? Could it be that the remnants of the Demon Sect were killed badly enough by my junior uncle?"
The sixth senior brother asked honestly: "Brother, I don't quite understand the logical relationship of this sentence. My junior uncle killed the Demon Sect so badly back then. If my junior brother meets someone from the Demon Sect again, shouldn't he be more worried?
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The fourth senior brother looked at him and asked: "Do you think the Imperial Minister of Rites will not worry about being killed by the Yan people when he goes to the Yan State?"
The Sixth Senior Brother raised his head, thought for a moment and said: "Of course not. If the Minister of Rites visits Chengjing, if even one hair is missing, the Yan Kingdom will probably be annihilated."
"Same simple truth."
The fourth senior brother said calmly: "If the people of the Demon Sect dare to hurt the little junior brother even a hair, isn't the Demon Sect afraid of facing a disaster? Aren't the Demon Sect afraid of being slaughtered by the junior uncle again?"
"But my junior uncle is dead."
"Uncle is dead, but master is not dead yet. What's more, the second senior brother has always wanted to have the opportunity to learn from my junior uncle."
"Then what exactly are you worried about, little junior brother?"
The fourth senior brother looked at Ning Que, who was still frowning while sleeping, and said after a moment of silence: "I don't know, but he is a junior brother. Of course, we senior brothers must find a way to make him not afraid."
"What can I do?"
"Get the talisman arrows ready for him first."
"oh."
At the end of the conversation, the heavy sound of hammering sounded continuously in the room. Brother Six's waving movements were as fast as afterimages. The sound of hammering continued in one place, as if it was like a thunder that never stops. However, even with such a loud sound,
It also failed to wake up Ning Que who was extremely tired.
The fourth senior brother kept simulating the runes designed by Ning Que with a sand table, referring to the marginalia written by Ning Que on the paper, trying various combinations of runes, and even began to try to use formations to recombine these lines.
Talisman arrows are made of special materials. Although a lot of weight has been reduced through Sixth Brother's ingenious air-tube design, they are still much heavier than ordinary feather arrows, so ordinary hardwood bows cannot be used. Before making Talisman arrows
, the first thing they have to do is to make a special bow.
As the sound of hammering continued, and as the sound of molten iron pouring into the clay mold continued, gradually, the strange hard bow components composed of mixed fine steel strips were gradually formed in parts, and the most important part was six
After careful consideration by the senior brother, it began to glow with a faint luster.
The fourth senior brother completely mastered Ning Que's design of the talisman line, and walked over to guide the design of that part. Seeing the sixth senior brother's seemingly clumsy fingers holding the silver tray to grab the silk like embroidery, he frowned slightly and asked: "Diao
What are you going to use for the knife? Talisman arrows are made of extremely hard materials and require very precision, so ordinary carved knives are completely useless."
The Sixth Senior Brother chuckled, took out a small box from his arms, and took out a transparent stone grain with two-thirds of it wrapped in a secret metal sheet, and said: "Use extremely hard mixed silver to make the tray, and use
A diamond is used as a carving knife.”
"Diamond has poor impact resistance."
"So I wrapped another layer of iron sheets underneath it. Of course it is not ordinary iron sheets, but the exotic steel left over from the last time we worked with Professor Huang to build armor for General Xiahou."
"How's the sharpness?"
"I polished it for three whole days, and the cutting surface is excellent, you see."
Brother Six raised the diamond to the blazing fire. The bright yellow flames spread through the complex surfaces and turned into countless beautiful lights, just like the stars in the night sky.
Next, these two men, who were accustomed to silence and then decided not to scare their junior brother, began the most difficult part of the job, which was to create the body of the talisman arrow. It was also in this part that they encountered an insurmountable person.
problem to solve.
"There is no problem with the proportion of the four metals. The key is that there are too many impurities in it. I chose the best materials from the military, but the materials themselves have impurities. It is difficult to refine them at the temperature of the current furnace."
Senior Brother Six looked at the blazing molten iron, scratched his head and said helplessly: "I have never tried this method before. Forcibly fusing these four metals requires too high a temperature. I don't know how to do it."
At this moment, the door of the blacksmith's room was pushed open.
Senior Sister Seven walked in, smiled at Ning Que who was sleeping in the corner, turned to look at them and said, "I brought two helpers here, I don't know if you need them."
The fourth senior brother looked at the two people behind her, slightly clasped his hands and saluted, then he didn't know what he thought of, looked at the sleeping Ning Que with a smile and said: "I finally understand why those sages of talisman masters failed to make talisman arrows. Let the two
If a great cultivator in the realm of knowing destiny comes to work as a blacksmith, who else but the junior brother can get such treatment?"
The second senior brother walked over expressionlessly and grabbed the heavy hammer.
Chen Pipi walked over with a smile, stood in front of the fire and slowly closed her eyes.
The fire suddenly became extremely bright, and then quickly turned into a faint blue.
The second senior brother held up the ancient crown on his head and swung the hammer with one hand towards the burning red metal block.
There was a loud bang!
The hammer dropped the anvil, and the energy shot out like electricity.
Except for Chen Pipi, everyone in the room was shocked and fell to the ground.
The huge impact sound was like a muffled thunder, resounding throughout the entire valley behind the academy.
A clear stream creates waves for no reason.
The fish swim restlessly.
The woman in small regular script with hairpin flowers raised her head and looked out the east window, silent.
Two chess idiots hugged each other.
The two tone-deaf people hugged the flute and piano tightly in their arms.
The nympho protects the flowers in front of her.
The bookworm is still copying books with his head down.
This is an academy, a unique academy in the world.
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(Still enthusiastically asking for various tickets, just like the enthusiasm of the academy brothers.
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