Emperor Leman took a sip of the old wine that he plundered from Chiyan City. Compared with the new wine, it was much softer and more mellow, but he obviously still didn't like this taste. The nobles of the Opru Empire prefer to drink wine, and they like to roll their tongues to search for that touch of sweetness. However, the wine of the Han people is relatively too strong, and the spicy throat is a bit uncomfortable.
A sip of wine, even a small sip, burns down the throat like a fire.
"Sulence, when your enemy needs you to pay enough attention, it's actually a good thing."
He glanced at the old Xiulunsi who wanted to hide every gray hair, and couldn't help laughing. He knew that this old man was not old. The reason why he hasn't let Xiulunsi go home for the elderly is because he knows that the vigor in Xiulunsi is still there. That's right, he likes to use young generals, because young generals are determined and aggressive. Although Hurons is old, his heart is not old.
It is a very good thing that an old man has a young heart that does not admit defeat.
It has the determination of young people and the experience of old people.
"Yes, my lord."
Hurons lowered his head and said: "A weak enemy will never let people learn anything. The stronger the enemy, the more things can be learned."
"No."
Emperor Leman shook his head: "Our enemies can't be called strong, they can only be called tenacious..."
Shulunsi was slightly taken aback, and then asked: "Those practitioners who cannot be seen in the Opulu Empire are really powerful. They have a daunting personal strength. Once such people get close, they will become abnormal." Dangerous. If our soldiers are not equipped with the most advanced firearms, we may not be able to win on the battlefield."
"That's right."
Emperor Laiman smiled and said: "The practitioners among the Han people are indeed very powerful. Their personal combat power is incomparable to our soldiers. But have you noticed that the number of practitioners is very small. The power of artillery is far greater than that of our soldiers. Guns are more powerful, but cannons are much more expensive. Relatively speaking, practitioners among the Han people are cannons, but they are not as good as cannons, do you know why?"
"have no idea."
Xiulunsi answered three words naturally, even if he knew, he would say he didn't know.
"Because cannons can be manufactured, but practitioners cannot. Schulence, you should know more about the Han people... The reason why the practitioners of the Han people have great personal strength is because their natural physique is stronger than that of ordinary people. It’s better. But it’s not enough just to have a better physique than the average person, they need to go through many years of hard work, even harder than ordinary people to live better, to have that kind of combat power.”
"Without ten years, it is impossible for a cultivator to have the cultivation base of one enemy against one hundred."
Emperor Leman smiled and said: "So practitioners are not scary, because they are rare and difficult to replenish. And our muskets and cannons can be manufactured indefinitely, which is the guarantee that we will never be at a disadvantage."
"But the most powerful of them are indeed a little difficult."
Xiulunsi said: "If it weren't for the guards sent to me by His Majesty, I would have died several times."
"In war there will be countless deaths."
Lyman stood up and looked west with his hands behind his back.
"But Schulence, let me give you a guarantee. You are definitely not the part that can be sacrificed, and your name is not among them."
Hurons put his arms on his chest and bowed sincerely: "You gave me everything, including my life."
"We have tough enemies, which is a good thing. We can train our soldiers to be tougher. But we don't need too many tough enemies, we also need friends."
Lehman said: "Go, you are the best at doing these things. I heard that a man named Zhao Tianzheng brought at least 100,000 horses to support Mu Guangling. I never believed that there is an unbreakable relationship in this world. Allies are built on For the same interests, when the enemy gives more benefits than the allies, then the relationship between the enemy and the allies will be exchanged."
"Your Majesty, I will immediately contact that Zhao Tianzheng."
Xiulunsi said: "I will use the greatest sincerity to turn this enemy into an ally."
"We need more than one Zhao Tianzheng."
Laiman said slowly: "It is enough to have one Mu Guangling in front of us, but we need more and more Zhao Tianzheng. Of course, the prerequisite is that you can turn Zhao Tianzheng from an enemy into a friend. Schulence, you know I never I will force my subordinates to set some goals, and I will not force them to do something. But it is very gratifying that my subordinates have this awareness. When they cannot complete the tasks I assign, they will always Find the best way to apologize to me."
Xiulunsi's shoulders trembled involuntarily, then he took a step back and bowed: "Your Majesty, you can wait for the good news from me when I see you next time."
"Go."
Lehman waved his hand: "Remember what I said, we don't just need a friend, we need to find out who is more powerful among the Han Chinese now, and win them over, no matter what kind of benefits you promise him, I won't ask about it." I don’t care, because all the benefits you promised are meaningless. Even if you just promised to make the most powerful person emperor, I will not object.”
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Western Regions
big snow mountain
Daiwaji Temple
When a huge red light appeared at the highest point of the mountain, after the sword of the god of Ruyi Island slashed across the Daxue Mountain, the white lion who had just arrived at the foot of the mountain let out a mournful cry, but it didn't stay long, it looked at the top of the mountain. There is sadness and reluctance in the eyes, but there is no reluctance in its steps. It was more decisive than ordinary people, and immediately turned around and rushed out.
The speed of the white lion is unmatched.
"Huh… "
The voice gave a soft snort at the top of the mountain, and then seemed to say to itself: "Let's go, just go, it's just a beast. Sang Luan... You had such a beast by your side back then, no matter how much it compares to this one." It is much more loyal to you. It would be great if it had a mouth that could speak human language, so that it could tell others how you failed."
"You are a myth..."
There was a bit of loneliness in the voice: "The myth I hold in one hand, you are really my most perfect work, you are like a piece of rough jade that I found, I just dug you out of the dust, and you yourself became The brilliance is bright."
"It's a pity... what a pity."
The voice paused for a moment, and then he seemed to think of something suddenly: "Almost forgot, there is another person with the same physique as you in the Central Plains. Sometimes I have to believe that reincarnation really exists in this world. Even if some people don't die , the same person will appear after enough time. Sang Luan, since you have chosen a dead end, this dead end also includes this young man... Strange, how can I believe that there is any reincarnation in this world? What I told Dalun Mingwang was used by Dalun Mingwang to deceive people for more than a thousand years."
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Fang Jie likes to sit and drink on the roof these few nights, staring at the sky in a daze. Shen Qingfan and the others all knew that the quieter Fang Jie was, the less quiet he was, and he didn't know what kind of torrents and undercurrents would be under the seemingly quiet appearance. He is a person who is unwilling to tell others about his confusion and hard work. In fact, this is what most men have in common. He always hopes to solve all difficulties by himself.
This has nothing to do with status and status. The same is true for princes and generals, and the same is true for common people.
Men from poor families will do their best to make their wives live a better life. Worrying about the cost of food and clothing, they work hard to solve it by themselves.
When women ask men if they have something on their minds, most of the answers they get are: no.
Mu Xiaoyao and the others all know that Fang Jie needs to be quiet, because he hides too many secrets in his heart, so others can't help at all. Only he can think, think, and find a solution to the problem by himself. So sometimes Mu Xiaoyao and the others felt that there was still a faint but hard-to-eliminate distance between themselves and Fang Jie, and this distance lay with Fang Jie.
"There must be something else he can't figure out."
Shen Qingfan leaned against a big tree, looking at the figure in the distance under the moonlight.
"It doesn't matter."
Xiang Qingniu who was passing by shook his head and said with a smile: "You should trust him. His name is Fang Jie, and he knows it consciously. He understands a lot of things, and even if he doesn't understand some things temporarily, he will soon understand."
"He told you more about his heart than he told us."
Mu Xiaoyao glanced at Xiang Qingniu and said.
"What do you mean..."
Xiang Qingniu froze, then quickly shook his head: "I'm normal! He's normal too!"
Mu Xiaoyao burst into laughter: "What are you thinking about!"
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Night will always come, and it will not be changed by people's will. Whether it is a person who likes the night or a person who does not like the night, neither can stop the night from taking over the day to rule the earth. People are used to seeing light as a positive side and darkness as a negative side.
More than that, people feel that there is nothing hidden during the day, but at night, there will always be something worrisome and dreadful.
Moonlight is the only consolation for those who are afraid of the dark night.
The moonlight tonight looks so miserable, and the whiteness is a little abnormal. In fact, if you observe carefully, everyone will find that the moonlight is different every day. The pale golden moonlight gives people the most sense of security, while the desolate white will come on time for a few days every month.
the world
There are really many secrets.
white moonlight
Instead of illuminating the earth, it makes dark places even darker.
The appearance of the Dalun Temple is a bit bleak, the strange and powerful red light splits the Dalun Temple from the middle, like an iron plow passing in the middle of a piece of flat land, like a piece of flat snow covered with snow. Someone cut a line with a stick... Since the Dalun Temple, there has never been such a thing.
Although dilapidated
But the people who came out still walked through the main entrance, not the broken wall.
Not one person came out, but many people. They wore white robes and bare feet, stepping on the ground covered by white moonlight, and came out from the main gate of Dalun Temple. They have the exact same face, flawless.
"pity."
The voice seemed to come from behind the clouds: "There are fewer and fewer great practitioners in this world. There are not many great practitioners in the history of thousands of years of practice, but they died so quickly. It is difficult for you to find opponents to improve your cultivation. For... But, there is still a way."
After saying this, those identical people began to fight.
Two hundred people became one hundred, one hundred people became fifty... Finally, there were only four identical people left outside the gate of Dalun Temple. They looked at each other with greed, hunger and greed in their eyes.
"enough."
A voice floated over: "The four of you have almost reached the level of cultivation, go."