The exchange of captives went smoothly. Every time a cultivator came to a fairyland, Honghaier sealed the cultivation of the other party first, and when the 20 monks came one by one, Li Ye returned Yelu Abaoji. other side.
Back among his own people, Yelu Abaoji heaved a sigh of relief. Before leaving, he said to Li Ye: "His Royal Highness, we will definitely meet again. Then you have to be careful, because I will definitely take you down." !"
When he said this, although there was no expression of bitterness and hatred, he also looked solemn and very serious.
Speaking of which, Yelu Abaoji met Li Ye twice, and he suffered a lot. He lost a few big monks in Hedong, and this time he lost 20 monks for nothing, not counting the previous ones. The battle casualties can be said to be very aggrieved and tragic.
Li Ye was in a good mood now, and said with a smile: "I let you run away the first time, but you fell into my hands the second time. According to this trend, if we really meet for the third time, then you will definitely die."
Yelu Abaoji took a deep breath, and without further verbal arguing, he bowed to Li Ye: "Then there will be a period later, Your Highness King An."
After all, with the help of the monks from the Heavenly Wonderland of the God Sect, Yelu Abaoji and the others left the border of the Tang Dynasty to the north, and disappeared from everyone's sight under the night.
Seeing the other party walking away, Li Ye withdrew his gaze, looked around the border, remained silent for a moment, and said to the monster monk: "Contain the corpses of the soldiers and restore the border."
The Gubeikou Border Pass was damaged by the war, and it was beyond recognition. The big hole smashed by Yelu Abaoji directly damaged the barracks. However, for the monster monks with many fairylands, repairing the border is just a matter of convenience.
There were thousands of soldiers stationed at the border, most of them died at the hands of the cult monks, and there were less than one out of ten who were lucky enough to survive. Most of them are ordinary soldiers, and the highest level of cultivation is only at the high level of Qi training, and they have no ability to save their lives in front of the monks of the divine religion.
Most of the survivors were wounded, and some even lost their arms and legs. After Li Ye asked the monks from the Yaozu to heal their injuries, he went to offer condolences. Of course, he also wanted to tell them that from now on, Li Ye was the one who made the decisions in Youzhou, including the northern border.
"Greetings to His Highness King An!" Dozens of surviving soldiers at the border came to bow down to Li Ye after recovering from their injuries. They all witnessed the immortal battle just now, and they admired Li Ye, who decided the battle with one sword. Even if his comrades died in battle before, it didn't hinder their excitement at this moment.
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Because they know that the suffering that Gubeikou suffered tonight will never happen again in the future.
Li Ye pondered for a moment, then said to Honghaier: "Take them all to Pinglu."
The red boy Nahan asked, "What are you taking to Pinglu?"
Li Ye said: "I want to build a practice academy in Pinglu, recruit more disciples, teach practice methods, and let them serve in the battlefield in the future."
Hong Haier was startled: "You really want to do this?"
Li Ye nodded.
He had been thinking about this for a long time.
Although there are hundreds of millions of people in the Tang Dynasty, there are actually countless monks in the world, and the total number is only a few hundred thousand. Penglai is one of the five great gates. Only a few thousand people.
But in fact, there are far more people in the world who have cultivation aptitude, they just don't have the chance.
In the past, ordinary people without family inheritance had only two options to step into the door of cultivation, either to pass the imperial examination and obtain the Taoism issued by Qin Tianjian on behalf of the court, or to seek refuge in Jianghu sects.
Under the deliberate control of the imperial court, the Jianghu sects are very small, and even the disciples of the five major sects are strictly limited in number.
The monks in the world are half of the officials. This is the way the imperial court controls the world.
Although in troubled times, the imperial court's control over the world is no longer what it used to be, and the ranks of monks have been greatly expanded, but the absolute number is still very small.
Cultivators represent strength. In order to clarify Yunnei, Li Ye must of course expand the team of monks. He has no intention of making small troubles, so building a practice academy is the best way.
"How large a practice academy do you want to build?" Hong Haier asked.
Li Ye didn't think about it: "It must be able to accommodate at least 100,000 people. Not only that, after the completion of the Pinglu Army Training Academy, with corresponding experience, we will also establish the same training academy in Hedong and Youzhou in the future."
Hong Haier was stunned: "Are you going to bring all the people in the world who have cultivation qualifications under your command?"
Li Ye did not answer immediately.
He was walking at the dilapidated juncture of the border, watching the surviving soldiers, with the help of the monster monks, gather up the corpses of the soldiers who died in battle, caressing the cold female wall with his palms, and finally came to the juncture, looking northwards into the distance.
Under the starry night, the northern grassland is vast and quiet.
He said slowly: "Since ancient times, the country has always been destroyed by the weak, and the Han has been destroyed by the strong alone. For many years, China's border troubles have been repeatedly suppressed, but except for the Han Dynasty, others have come to attack us and invade us. The land, we passively defend, even if we win, we drive out the invaders, and the people on the border suffer a lot. The Tang Dynasty also had a vast territory, fertile fields and thousands of miles, and put the battlefield outside the border, but it was not as long as the Han Dynasty after all. The reason is nothing more than not being strong enough.”
His eyes sharpened a bit: "I hope that from now on, the border battlefield will no longer be within the national border! I want the monks and troops of the Tang Dynasty to fight outside the national border, and I want the people of the Tang Dynasty , No longer suffer from foreign invasion! If you want to do this, you can only strengthen yourself. Therefore, I will have an army composed of millions of pure monks, and go to the outside of the Great Wall, so that the foreigners will be frightened by the news, and they will not dare to look at the border of the Tang Dynasty! "
Red Boy stood there in a daze.
After a long time, he clapped his hands heavily: "This kind of thing sounds exciting. I really didn't misunderstand you. You guys are really in the same way as me! The world is so big, peace is impossible, peace is impossible. If the fight lasts for a moment, the killing will never stop. Instead of waiting for someone to invade the border, it is better to plunder other people's wealth!"
Li Ye laughed, Hong Haier was a militant, he knew it very well. He is not going to plunder other people's wealth, let alone invade other people's land.
It is clearly written on the Dinghu stele of Emperor Xuan of the Han Dynasty: whatever the sun and moon shine, are all Han soil, and wherever the rivers and rivers go, they are all Han officials!
He just takes care of his own affairs.
...
The two looked side by side at the Saibei Grassland, silent for a long time.
After a long time, the red boy suddenly said: "I once heard from my father that the Taoist soldiers in the Immortal Court are their biggest means of sweeping the world. They are so powerful that even the iron cavalry of the Great Qin Dynasty can't deal with it. It is rumored that this army is all monks. After the lower realms, all of them are well-cultivated, and the armor and weapons are both magical weapons, and their grades are still very high. If you really become powerful, the Immortal Court sends this army to the lower realms to help Zhu Wen win the world, I'm afraid it won't be good deal with."
This was the first time Li Ye had heard of such secrets, and he couldn't help but be amazed. He had previously felt that Xianting hadn't assassinated him for too long, and that he was probably planning a big move. Now that he heard what Hong Haier said, he suddenly woke up like a dream.
He asked in a deep voice, "How many people are there in this Taoist army?"
Hong Haier thought for a while: "I don't know. But there should be a lot of them, otherwise it wouldn't be known as the biggest reliance of Xianting to control the world. But it shouldn't be too many, and the lower realm is not so easy. If Otherwise, the Immortal Court would not have allowed the First Emperor Yingzheng to destroy the six kingdoms of Shandong, rule the world, and almost wipe out all Taoist monks."
Li Ye didn't feel much relaxed in his heart: "From this point of view, time is running out."
If Li Ye's idea of building an army of pure monks is realized, then leading this team with a military general will greatly increase its combat power and become his trump card to rule the world. But it takes time.
The red boy shook his head, a little annoyed: "Even if you build a practice academy and build an army of pure monks, you still have a little something to compete with the Taoist soldiers."
Li Ye nodded: "It is true that I don't have so many magic weapons. I can arm an army of one million. Not to mention an army of one million, I can't even arm an army of one hundred thousand. Even if I organize artisans to refine weapons, it is too hasty to solve the urgent need. "
Speaking of this, he took a look at Honghaier: "The art of mortal weapon refining is ultimately limited by the cultivation of monks. If it is a monster cultivator who refines weapons, the speed should be much faster. Although you monster clan can't help me Not many, but I still half-cover the pipa, so far I have only sent thousands of monks here, although the cultivation base is good, but the strength is too small, right?"
Honghaier sighed: "It's not that I don't want to, but I can't."
"Because of Xianting?"
"If the demon clan makes too much noise and completely angers the fairy court, no one can guarantee that they will not attack the local demon clan. You must know that the methods used by the immortal court to suppress the demon clan are not only in the battle, our local under its control."
"In this way, shouldn't the Yaozu be extinct long ago?"
"That's not the case. The demon clan has not perished and still exists in the world, which is the meaning of Dao. Although Xianting can suppress the demon clan, it is not so easy to really exterminate the monster clan. It's just that if the two sides completely tear their skins apart, It is possible for Xianting to pay a heavy price and use oppressive means to slaughter the Yaozu, so that the Yaozu cannot recover within a thousand years."
Li Ye fell silent.
The world order is what it is now, so there is a reason for it.
Just when Li Ye thought that it would be impossible for the Yaozu to come out, Hong Haier suddenly said: "If you achieve the Immortal Realm, you should take a trip to the homeland of our Yaozu."
Li Ye asked strangely, "What am I going to do?"
The red boy was persuasive: "Didn't you want to form an army of pure monks? The monster clan can produce some monks and some magic weapons."
Li Ye chuckled: "Your words are contradictory."
Honghai'er looked embarrassed, and the meticulous job of being a lobbyist was not suitable for him, so he simply confessed: "The Yaozu has been waiting for someone to help us lift the suppression of the Immortal Court."
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Among the vast and boundless mountains, there is a blessed land full of beautiful scenery and aura. The silk-like river winds and flows, washing out a large area of fertile plains, bathed in colorful clouds in the morning, clear in the sun, and fragrant with birds and flowers.
Ten thousand years ago, after the Yaozu was defeated in the Immortal Territory, in order to avoid being chased and killed by Daomen, the leader of the Yaozu at that time relied on his lifelong cultivation to open up an independent space in a corner of Kyushu, forming a world of his own, which was the home of the Yaozu.
Although this world was finally found by Xianting for thousands of years, the Daoist sect found it in vain. At this time, they could no longer destroy this world, all they could do was suppress it.
As time goes by, the world changes, the monster race grows stronger, and the number of people has exceeded the capacity of this world.
So from the seven sages of the demon clan to the ordinary monks, they all left this world from time to time, entered the mortal world, looked for places full of spiritual energy, and built caves among the mountains.
Associating with birds and beasts, although you can enjoy yourself, but limited by your own strength, the monster clan dare not challenge the monks from all sides, and has never been able to enter the mortal city on a large scale, which has always been a pity for the ambitious people of the monster clan.
In the center of the plain, on the banks of the big river, there is a city where monsters live together. Thirty miles to the east of the city, there are seven high mountains that stand together. The mountain is not wide, but it is high enough, so the style is still extraordinary, but it looks a bit abrupt and out of tune with the surrounding environment.
In the homeland of the Yaozu, few people do not know the existence of these seven mountains, because this is the place where the Seven Great Saints meet from time to time, discuss the plans of the Yaozu, and worship the heaven and the earth. Whenever there is a big event, the Seven Great Sages will come, and there will be a lot of people here.
It's just said to be the Seven Great Sages, but the ones who can come normally are only the Six Sages. Monkey King is always at a distance.
In the valley between the seven peaks, there is a huge flat land that was built as a sacrificial square. In front of the tall altar, there are seven thrones placed in different positions, which are the seats of the seven saints.
At this time, on six of the wide thrones, there is a monk from Da Luo Jin Wonderland.
They have different shapes, some are burly human figures, sitting in the posture of a horse with a sword, and some show their bodies.
The big roc was clasped on the back of the chair with both legs, looking around with contemptuous eyes, the eyeballs moved and turned, and the agility was agility, but it was a bit weird; a macaque was holding a spear hanging on the throne with one hand, shaking its body Swinging around, it seems to be content; there is also a dragon, whose body is coiled like a snake, and puts itself on the throne, as if asleep.
All the monsters have different postures and different personalities and thoughts.
"Anyway, I don't agree!" The person who spoke was a fair-skinned and handsome man with wide-sleeved robes and a folding fan in his hand. But when he spoke, he was extremely loud, and the folding fan was shaking as quickly as the wind, which seemed a bit out of tune no matter how you looked at it.
"Such a good thing, why don't you agree?"
On the seat closest to the altar, sat a muscular man with a rough face and a majestic expression, "Do you want to stay here forever? I think you are afraid! You are as cowardly as a mouse, what are you calling a mountain-moving sage?" , why not call him the Rat Saint?"
The handsome man was impatient, put away the folding fan, sat up and stared at the other party: "Old Man Niu, don't make fun of me, don't think I don't know, you have already sent the red boy to help Li Ye! I don't care if I make troubles, but I don't agree with Li Ye coming to the mainland! If Xianting finds out about this, what's the difference between getting burned?"
He is the Great Sacred Lion Camel King of Yishan. Of course, the cave he built in the mortal world is not called Shituoling, because he is not the blue lion.
The one who was talking to him was the Pingtian Great Sage Bull Demon King.
The roc bird with its paws on the back of the chair spoke, with a strange voice: "I have long disliked you, a stupid lion. I thought you just like to be idle, but I didn't expect that you would be willing to be kept by Xianting as a pet, and you would not like it." I don’t want to restore the glory of my monster clan!”
"What's the matter, being a pet is easy, and you've learned to wag your tail? Look at you, you've turned yourself into a human form and made yourself look like a white-faced scholar. Do you think you are beautiful? Do you still know that you are a stupid lion? ? Shall I give you a box of rouge and a box of gouache, and you can also put it on your face, so that you can abduct a few ignorant girls?"