Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 43: The war begins with a waist card
More than 2,000 young and middle-aged warriors from the wilderness led by Tang had been wandering in the wasteland during the period after winter. Relying on their familiarity with the Tianqi Mountains, they successfully avoided the coalition forces of Zuozhang Royal Court and Xiling Temple.
The pursuit continued until finally a perfect ambush was completed in the canyon.
Revenge will never end. The coalition forces of Zuozhang Royal Court and Xiling Temple will inevitably increase their efforts to suppress the Huangren. Tang led the Huangren soldiers and began to withdraw to the north. There was a black carriage in the team.
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It is already the peak of spring in the Central Plains, but snow is still falling deep in the northern wilderness.
In the past few years, the deserters who went south fought continuously against the coalition forces of Zuozhang Royal Court and Xiling Temple. In the end, they were unable to hold on and were forced to retreat more than a thousand miles north to this bitter cold zone.
Compared with the frozen Atami and the extreme northern cold regions, the climate here is tolerable to the desert people and can even be called warm. But for Ning Que, especially the seriously ill Sangsang, the climate here is
The climate is really harsh.
Tang arranged for the two of them to live in a relatively remote animal skin tent. Ning Que looked at the wilderness tribe camp that stretched for more than ten miles in the distance and asked: "When are we going to meet the elders in the Elders Association?"
"I'll handle this matter first. You guys wait here all night."
Tang handed over the wine bag tied around his waist.
During the more than ten days after returning to the north, he became a habit of drinking this kind of bitter wine brewed by the barren people every day. Ning Que didn't take it seriously. He took a few sips and felt that his body was getting warmer. Sang Sang took the wine from his hand.
The bag has a small mouth, which looks delicate, but in fact there is no break. After a while, the wine bag deflates.
At this moment, a muffled sound suddenly sounded next to her. Ning Que fell to the ground for some reason. Judging from the way he kept smacking his lips, it seemed that he was fine and seemed to have fallen asleep.
Sang Sang felt a little strange. Compared with her, Ning Que's drinking capacity was indeed very poor, but she had drank so many times on the way and she didn't see him getting drunk. Suddenly she didn't know what she thought of and looked up at Tang.
Her eyes are very bright and her thin eyebrows are frowned very seriously.
For some reason, Tang looked at her expression and suddenly felt a little cold in his body. He laughed at himself and said, "I just put some herbal powder to relax his mind and let him have a good sleep. There is no harm."
Sangsang said: "He is in good health now and should not be poisoned."
Tang said: "I have practiced Mingzong Kung Fu since I was a child. I know his physical condition very well, and the wine was mixed with medicinal powder, not poison, so he would still fall asleep."
"I didn't expect that this wine would be of no use to you."
He looked at Sangsang and asked after a moment of silence: "Are you really the daughter of Hades?"
Sangsang hummed.
Tang said: "I don't know what attitude the elders will have towards your arrival. I know that Ning Que is a very dangerous person, so I don't want him to interfere in our internal discussions among the deserters."
Sangsang said: "I understand."
Tang added: "If the Presbyterian Church does not agree to take you in, you will die."
Sangsang said: "We come here just to gamble."
"But it's his gamble," Don said.
Sangsang said: "I can bear the result."
Tang didn't say anything else.
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Snowflakes kept falling in the deserted camp, and the countless tents that were originally filled with laughter and singing became quiet. It was not because of sadness or the hardship of life - the deserted people had already learned to treat the death of their tribesmen calmly.
They have lived a hard life for a whole thousand years - quiet because of the quarrels coming from the tent in the center of the camp, and also because of the black carriage parked outside the camp.
The tent in the center of the camp was not much different from the tents elsewhere, except that there were dozens of slender colorful ribbons tied to the seams of the tent, adding a bit of warmth and mystery.
The highest authority of the Desolate tribe is the Council of Elders, and because the matter to be discussed today is so important, more than twenty Desolate warrior leaders are also sitting in the room.
"Anyway, we have to fight with the people from the Central Plains, so taking in the underworld girl is nothing."
"The Xiling Temple has not really invested in the past few years. That Prince Longqing is just a dog raised by the Taoist sect. If they know that we have taken in the daughter of Pluto, do you think the war will continue in the current mode? By that time
The enemy we have to face will be ten times stronger than now!"
"Waiting for the Central Plains countries to increase their troops, and waiting for the Xiling Temple to send strong men into the wasteland. What's the difference between joining them? After all, it will be a bloody battle. No matter how strong they are, it doesn't matter to us."
"Time, the most important thing is time. Without the existence of Hades, the Central Plains countries and Xiling Temple will still want to preserve their strength and let others die in our hands. We can buy time to let women give birth to more children.
, let more children become real warriors, if we don’t have time, we won’t be able to withstand it.”
"But have you ever thought about it? Ning Que promised that as long as we take in Ming Nu, the academy will not join this war. If the strong men on the second floor of the academy come to the wasteland, it will be even more terrifying than the Xiling Temple."
"Ning Que fled with Ming Nu, which is tantamount to betraying the world. Why would the academy remain neutral because of him? I think what he said has no credibility at all."
"The most critical question is that we barren people have been worshiping Lord Ming for thousands of years. Now that Lord Ming's daughter is living in the world, but we don't take her in and protect her, what's the point of worshiping for thousands of years?"
"We have worshiped the Lord of the Underworld for thousands of years, but we, the desert people, are still living in such misery, and the invasion of the underworld will not do us any good. Do we really want to pioneer the underworld? I don't want to be a ghost soldier!"
The desolate people in the tent held completely opposite opinions on whether to accept Ning Que and the daughter of Hades. The dispute continued without reaching a conclusion. The great senator and the most powerful Tang remained silent.
The two sides were at a stalemate, and even began to influence each other. The mature and prudent elders gradually became more passionate, while the passionate and impulsive warrior leaders became more worried. However, there was still no result. For the sake of the safety of the wilderness tribe, more and more opinions gradually emerged.
Many people tend to kill Ning Que and Sang Sang.
The Grand Elder stood up with difficulty and walked to the table in the middle of the tent. His skinny body, which had been eroded by time and harsh environment for many years, seemed to fall apart if he shook it casually.
There were some things piled messily on the wooden table, including gold leaves, a thick stack of banknotes, and several waist cards, all of which Tang found from Ning Que.
The great senator's skinny palms moved slowly on the case and said: "Return these things to Hades later. Whether you kill them or keep them, you must maintain the respect they should have."
Tang Pingping agreed, then walked to the case and prepared to put away the sundries.
The Grand Elder's fingers suddenly trembled like old bamboo in the wind.
Tang followed the old man's hand and counted, his eyes narrowed, his body became a little stiff, and he was silent for a long time, realizing that all of this was something that had been destined for a long time.
The great senator glanced at him and sighed: "In that case, let them stay."
Tang nodded and said, "I think so too."
The elders and warrior leaders in the tent were very surprised. Even those who were willing to take in Ning Que and Sang Sang were a little stunned. They didn't understand why the great elder and the powerful Tang had always been silent, but at this moment they suddenly stated that
attitude, and it is still such a clear and firm attitude.
The great senator picked up the thing on the table and let everyone see it with their own eyes.
It was a waist badge, neither gold, nor wood, nor stone. I don't know what kind of material it was made of. It was pure white with a black pattern engraved in relief. Judging from the fresh marks on the edge, it seemed that it had just been carved not long ago.
The black pattern is a statue, which seems to be a human being or a certain god. The pure white periphery looks like a vast light. Because the person or god has his back to the light, his face and body are immersed in deep shadows.
, can't see clearly at all.
There was silence in the tent, and the sound of snowflakes falling on the roof became extremely clear.
The Grand Elder said slowly: "More than a thousand years ago, the Great Priest of Guangming was involved in preaching in the wilderness with the Mingzi of the Heavenly Book. We, the Desolate people, began to believe in Ming Zong and began to worship Lord Ming. A thousand years later, I, the Desolate people, returned south and met the daughter of Lord Ming."
, the successor of the Great Priest of Light, this is probably the so-called destiny, in this case, even if the clan is exterminated, we must complete this matter."
Tang looked at the warrior leaders and said solemnly: "Back then, I accepted disciples as my master and taught you the Ming Zong Kung Fu, so that the inheritance would continue. Now that the inheritance has reappeared, you should know what to do."
The warrior leader knelt down on one knee, saluted with great respect, and responded in unison: "I will serve you to the death."
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After Ning Que woke up, he felt a little headache. At first, he thought it was due to the amount of alcohol and felt a little ashamed. Later, he found out that Tang had given him medicine, so he became angry. However, when he learned the final decision of the Desolate Elder Council, he was happy and excited.
Emotions suddenly replaced all negative emotions.
There are just some things he still can't figure out.
A few years ago in the wilderness, he heard Mo Shanshan say that the Demon Sect and the Huang people believed in the Lord of the Underworld, but they were extremely afraid of the Lord of the Underworld coming to the world, because in their teachings, the arrival of the Lord of the Underworld meant the coming of darkness, and the Desert people were not afraid of it either.
Like darkness.
So he could understand that Huangren was afraid of and awed Sangsang, but was unwilling to take her in. So what made Huangren suddenly change his attitude and become so positive?
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In the eighteenth year of the Apocalypse, a strange sign came from the sky, thick clouds persisted, and the sound of crows was unpleasant. Starting from the Yuelun Kingdom, we passed through the swamp, passed through the Tang Dynasty, crossed Helan, and reached the Eastern Wasteland, and then continued northward.
The whole world knows that Ning Que took Sangsang, the daughter of Pluto, and entered the tribe of Huangren. The Xiling Temple sent a message to the Huangren Tribe Council of Elders, ordering the Huangren to kill or hand over Pluto immediately. Xiling Temple promised to stop attacking the Huangren.
They launched an offensive and opened up large tracts of pasture in the Eastern Wasteland to help the people of the desert recover their country.
The Desert Elders Council calmly but firmly rejected the request of the Xiling Temple.
Xiling Temple issued an edict to the world, ordering all practitioners to enter the wasteland. The amount of food and grass that had been continuously imported into the wasteland became more and more, and various countries began to recruit soldiers.
Xiling Temple said in the edict that this is no longer just a war against the deserted people, but a holy war to save the world. The real war is about to begin.
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