The Potala Palace is set against the backdrop of blue sky and white clouds, with its red and white colors complementing the mountains. The tall guardian banners in front of the gate dance gracefully in the whistling wind, adding infinite majesty to the Potala Palace.
This is the tallest palace in the world, an incomparable celestial palace, and the closest place to heaven. Mountains surround Lhasa, and the Potala Palace stands on the Red Mountain. The five-colored prayer flags on the top of the mountain demonstrate the mystery of Tibetan Buddhism, and the flying prayer wheels in the hands of the Tibetan compatriots coming and going have become a unique landscape in this area.
At this moment, Kai Xin was sitting quietly on the stone steps beside the small square in casual clothes, looking up at the sky with an expression of infinite yearning. If there were any familiar Tibetan disciples here, they would be shocked, because they would never dare to believe that the Tantric Living Buddha, who was high above and revered as a god, would show such a childish look.
Suddenly, there was a sound of peaceful footsteps behind me. The person who came was a well-dressed monk, wearing a yellow robe, very tall and thin, with a body like a bamboo pole, and a slightly sunken forehead, like a plate. Compared with his calm and compassionate face, this person looked like a wrathful Vajra.
He is the second most powerful guardian monk in Tantric Buddhism, and was also the happy senior brother of the happy monk - Shi Wuliang!
He slowly walked to Kai Xin and sat down. His lips and teeth did not move, but a dull sound came out.
"What? Are you still thinking about the battle in Linhuang Prefecture?"
"Yes!" He nodded happily and smiled. "To fight on the battlefield and conquer the world with a sword, which man doesn't dream of this? In the battle of Linhuang Prefecture, the weak defeated the strong, and survived after being put to death. How magnificent is it? How can such a legend not make people fascinated?"
"But after this battle, Mongolia has regained its vitality. If this small army that can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk can continue to display its magic, then the entire situation outside the Great Wall may change. By then, I'm afraid that our Tubo will not be able to remain unscathed, right?"
"Once a hero draws his sword, another ten years of disaster will come to the common people!" Kaixin laughed, "That's how it should be! Let's wait and see whether the man who can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk can turn his hand into clouds!"
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The smoke of the epic battle outside Linhuang City had not yet completely dissipated, but the horrific aftermath had already begun to spread and ferment.
Perhaps compared to the distant Central Plains, this matter was still far away, but for the entire tribe outside the Great Wall, it was like a bolt from the blue! Almost everyone who heard the news was shocked beyond words.
He defended the city to the death, defeated the 600,000-strong Turkic army, and single-handedly regained the entire situation outside the Great Wall in such a dangerous situation where there was no chance of survival. From today on, the name "Thousand Cups Without Getting Drunk" will become like the young marshal Kou Zhong of that day, and will not be ignored by all the ethnic groups outside the Great Wall.
After capturing Linhuang Prefecture and defeating the Turkic Western Army, Zhou Yi finally launched an almost crazy expansion: a small number of troops attacked from all sides, captured all the small cities, villages, and outposts belonging to the Turks, transported all the food and grass back to Linhuang Prefecture, and frantically yearned to recruit all the troops that could be enlisted.
After the unprecedented war attracted the attention of the entire outside world, an unparalleled behemoth was quietly born in this city!
The Turkic envoy named Tuli was waiting in the courtyard. Not long after, someone came to invite him in. For the first time, he saw the "Thousand Cups Without Getting Drunk", whom he had not seen in the Qiyan tribe that day, but who was now famous throughout the outside world!
The general, who looked quite young, was writing on the desk. When he saw Tuli bowing to him, he looked up, put down his brush, and came over with a smile.
"Haha, I was still injured in the Qiyan tribe that day, and it was a pity that I didn't get to see Brother Tuli. I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to see Brother Tuli again so soon. No need to be polite, please take a seat."
"Tuli, the Turkic envoy, has been seen drinking a thousand cups without getting drunk."
"I told you not to be so polite. Please sit down and I'll make you some tea."
Since Zhou Yi didn't sit down, Tuli remained standing. Not long after, Zhou Yi simply made two cups of hot tea, sat down and waved his hand, and the other party sat down next to him.
"I come from the underworld, the kind of grassroots you call me. I don't have that many twists and turns in my mind, so I won't beat around the bush." Zhou Yi sat down and said, "In the past few months, some misunderstandings and unpleasant things have happened. Now it's not easy for both of us. Under such circumstances, I'm very happy that Brother Tuli can come here."
Tuli was silent for a moment: "Brother Qianbei and the people of the Qiyan tribe are all heroes of the time. Even my Lord Wu Zun admires them very much."
Zhou Yi smiled and said nothing. Tuli opened his mouth and separated himself from the Qiyan tribe. As a lobbyist, he was really flawless! "So! Since Brother Tuli is willing to come to talk, it proves that things are turning around!"
Tuli took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "Indeed."
"Then tell me! What exactly is Fengyan City planning?"
Hearing Zhou Yi's words, Tuli raised his head and looked directly at Zhou Yi with sharp eyes, then put down the teacup in his hand.
"Before we set out, Lord Wu Zun asked me to bring two things to Brother Qianbei for him to see."
As Natuli spoke, he took out the large box that had been hanging beside him and slowly placed it on the table.
Zhou Yi also spread out his hands and said with a smile: "Is it a gift?"
As Tuli slowly opened the box, Zhou Yi's eyes froze slightly. Inside the box was a human head.
Moreover, from the head, Zhou Yi could vaguely recognize this person's identity. He was the warrior of the Qiyan tribe who followed Zhou Yi into the Ming sect that day—Chihu!
There was silence for a moment inside and outside the room. Faintly, there seemed to be a slight crackling of someone's fist. Zhou Yi's voice rang out: "What do you mean by bringing this kind of thing here?" Zhou Yi's words were calm, but as he spoke later, his eyes began to become serious and cold.
Tuli didn't take it seriously and said, "From the 20th, we launched an unprecedented scorched earth offensive against the Burhan Mountains! Those mountains and ridges that the Mongols have relied on for thousands of years have been engulfed by the unparalleled momentum of our Turkic warriors. Temujin's death is only a matter of time!"
"But unlike Temujin and those crude Mongols, Brother Qianbei, you are Han Chinese... We Wuzun have always respected the profoundness of the Central Plains culture, so as long as..."
"I'm going to fuck!!!"
Suddenly, a roar like thunder exploded in the room with a majestic aura. Before he finished speaking, he saw Qianbei Buzui's eyes on the opposite side become fierce, and a cold murderous aura rushed towards him.
Before he could react, Zhou Yi's roar had already arrived: "Go back! Tell Feng Yancheng that it's his head! I will drink a thousand cups without getting drunk!" (To be continued)