There will not be a particularly large number of seven-level practitioners in any palace.
There are too many masters like the Seventh Realm, and they are also a great threat to the safety of the emperor in the palace.
However, there are not too few practitioners in the palace at the Seventh Realm and those below the Seventh Realm. There are even many practitioners who have spent their entire lives practicing in the palace. Although their cultivation realm is extremely high, the outside world does not even know of their existence.
Based on the experience of all dynasties and generations, a certain number of practitioners is enough to resist the assassination of foreign enemies and delay enough time for the arrival of the army.
In Donghu, a palace built on the hillside, according to the experience of all dynasties, practitioners of a sect of practice called "Tantricism" can receive generous treatment second only to emperors throughout their lives. Any cultivation needs that Donghu can give, and the value of their existence is to protect the safety of the palace, and to assassinate the leader of the rebel army in Donghu.
In the entire Donghu, no one could have imagined that there was a cultivator who could directly enter the palace from the main road of the palace, kill the emperor in front of the emperor, and then directly knocked the emperor to death before leaving the palace.
"That's the ascetic from the mountain."
A monk wearing a dark purple robe and a golden crown looked at the old monk leaving with a wooden staff, and was beyond shocked.
He arrived at the last moment, and even the vast majority of practitioners in this palace could not perceive when he would arrive.
However, when he saw the wooden staff handed out by the old monk, he knew that he could not stop the old monk.
"He is the legendary uncle of my sect."
When the monk spoke, a ragged ascetic also came to his side, looked at the back of the old monk, nodded slowly, and then raised his palm seriously, facing the monk. The old monk bowed with great respect, and at the same time continued: "When he went to Changling in the past, his level of cultivation was already hard to fathom, but it was not so terrible. I thought he came back after being seriously injured. He will die in Shenshan, but he never thought that his cultivation would improve greatly."
"Falun King!"
"The Great Sun Wheel Dharma King."
"King Ananda."
When the monk and the ascetic appeared one after another, there were many voices of awe in the palace, and most people knelt on the ground to show their piety.
When Emperor Donghu died, the monk and ascetic became the highest figure in the palace.
"Why did he do this?" The monk wearing the golden crown looked at the place where the old monk disappeared, his lips trembling slightly.
"You don't need to understand why he did this, the key is that he did it." The ragged ascetic sighed, "After all, he has not yet reached the eighth realm, and it is impossible for him to defeat the country by himself, but he can do it directly This kind of thing is only because he has absolute confidence, and because there are countless practitioners in Donghu who are willing to die for Donghu, but there are not many practitioners who are willing to die for Yelu Zhenying."
The monk wearing the golden crown thought of his own stop at the last moment, and was silent for a moment, then turned his head and looked at the ascetic seriously, "Ananda, what do you think we should do?"
The ascetic said without hesitation: "He said that we want to make friends with Wu Zhi, so we will make friends with Wu Zhi."
The monk wearing the golden crown thought for a while and said, "Yelu Canglang is a general in Wuzhi, let him come back."
The ascetic nodded and said, "Okay."
The monk wearing the golden crown has a slightly relaxed face.
He looked at the corpses all over the mountain road, dripping with blood, and his eyes were full of unbearable, but at the same time he sighed, and he respected the old monk more and more in his heart. He admitted that in order to achieve such a goal, such a direct means, On the contrary, the least number of people died.
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When the monk and the ascetic reached an agreement, and looked at the place where the old monk disappeared with relief, Ding Ning sat in the big tent of the empress dowager of the Wuzhi Kingdom, watching the flowers smashing the ground like heavy lead. blizzard.
"If there are no accidents, Donghu will form an alliance with Wuzhi soon."
He said slowly to the old woman sitting on the thick blanket behind him, "The biggest restrictions on Wuzhi are military rations and talismans."
The old woman was slightly taken aback, then smiled wryly, and said: "Mr. must have discovered that food rations have been restricted in recent days."
"There is no need to save food anymore."
Ding Ning shook his head, and said: "The food festival loses morale and confidence in victory, especially after many people died in this war and they migrated here. After the snow melts, military rations and talisman vessels will not be a problem."
"Sir, do you mean Donghu?"
The old woman didn't understand.
Even if Donghu's situation can be as safe as previously thought, Donghu's army food itself is not rich, and more importantly, Ding Ning also mentioned the talisman.
Except for some Tiantie and Meteorites, Wuzhi rarely produces talisman artifacts, and Donghu is the same. Even if it obtained some talisman artifacts from the Qin army in the previous battle, most of them were discarded during the retreat.
It is naturally impossible to obtain enough talisman vessels to equip the army by means of war, and the normal means, in addition to mines, must also have the method of making talisman vessels, as well as practitioners and craftsmen who know how to make talisman vessels.
"Winter is over now, and after the snow melts next spring, Chu will open border trade with you and Donghu." Ding Ning looked at the old woman and said calmly.
The old woman fell into an indescribable shock.
She was so shocked that she couldn't even speak for a moment.
"Most of the military rations will not come from Donghu, but will be delivered to Wuzhi for free."
Ding Ning looked at her who was shocked beyond words, and then said: "Chu will provide some mines for making talisman vessels, as well as craftsmen."
The old woman finally concentrated, pondered for a moment, and said: "It's just that the current situation in Chu is not stable. With such a big fanfare, I'm afraid even Concubine Zhao can't control it."
Ding Ning shook his head again, and said, "Chu will not give unconditionally. The money for providing these things will come from Qin."
The old woman was stunned again, subconsciously said: "Bashan Sword Field?"
Ding Ning glanced at her and said, "It's not just the Bashan sword field."
The old woman was able to firmly control the power in Wuzhi's hands, so she was naturally not an ordinary person. She just took a deep breath and thought it through thoroughly, saying: "The old dignitaries."
Ding Ning didn't speak any more.
No denial means acquiescence.
In the past, the old dignitaries in Changling were the real power holders, holding amazing wealth. Today, all the old dignitaries in Changling have fallen. Even the strong man who became the night owl in the world is just a shadow hero.
It's just that when those huge old powerful families died one after another, the whereabouts of most of their wealth is still a mystery.
Among all the old powerful families, the two with the greatest wealth are recognized as the Lu family and the Gongsun family.