"No problem, I will write a letter and send it to the fairyland."
Mu Lin nodded. She believed in her master's way of handling things, but she still dragged him into it in the end. There was nothing she could do.
She thought for a moment and said to everyone, "The most urgent task is to improve the strength of my people in the underworld. It is best not to fight, but if we do, we cannot be completely at a disadvantage! Select famous generals from all dynasties who have used troops like gods, and let them serve the underworld."
"What the princess said is very true, but our clan has lived in peace and contentment for many years, so it is inevitable that we have become lax in military affairs. It will not be effective overnight..."
Zijian said firmly: "The Immortal Realm also needs a buffer period. There will be no war for a while. Just be patient."
"this… "
Mu Lin smiled and said, "Master Dongting, isn't that our buffer?"
"Your Highness, do you mean to imprison Master Dongting in the underworld as a hostage, so that the Immortal Court will be cautious and not dare to start a war easily?"
Mu Lin shook his head, "No, negotiate with them first, and then find a suitable time to send Master Dongting back."
"Your Highness, why do you want to let the tiger go back to the mountain?"
Mu Lin thought this was a simple truth and explained, "If the hostages stay here for too long, their value will be reduced, or even lose their original value."
Mu Lin recalled the morning when her master analyzed the situation with her. It was the first time she heard her master speak so many words in one breath.
"The vast and rich Dongting Lake was ruled by successive Dongting Immortals and had a high degree of independence. Obviously, it was impossible for Dongting Lake to completely submit to the Immortal Court. The Immortal Court was lenient with it for various reasons, which was also the reason for sending the eldest princess Galan to marry. It must be said that this was a brilliant move.
The fact that Dongting Zhenren, who became the Grand Consort, was sent by the Immortal Emperor to the underworld to do his confidant's work is enough to explain the problem. If the master is not mistaken, he probably received some hints from the Immortal Emperor and had thoughts about the throne of the Ninth Heaven.
He thought he had a chance to succeed the throne, so he made the connection between Dongting Lake and the Immortal Court closer; and the Immortal Queen, who was the only one in power, and the Second Prince had a rivalry, and with the two factions restraining each other, the Immortal Emperor's throne naturally became more stable. "
What a perfect art of checks and balances! Mu Lin's fear of the Immortal Emperor deepened.
At the same time, Mu Lin was once again impressed by his master's far-sighted political wisdom. The Immortal Emperor was getting old, and if he was willing to plan and plot, it was not impossible for him to succeed him.
Now that Dongtingze has lost its backbone, it is most anxious. The Immortal Court cannot rashly send troops without considering this powerful ally, so the Immortal Emperor recalled the master through the method of accountability. It is both a test and a negotiation. If it is a little more aggressive, it is to seek his defection. It would be best if Master Dongting could be brought back. If not, the immortal and the underworld will remain in a stalemate, and the Immortal Emperor can take the opportunity to completely control Dongtingze. By then, the Immortal Court may not consider Master Dongting. Will they still hope for him to come back
What Mu Lin needs to do is to win people's hearts.
Zijian is in charge of the entire underworld, while Mu Lin asks his master to improve the natural barriers on the Yellow Springs Road to prevent the underworld from being attacked again and repeating the tragedy of the past.
Mu Lin has always had some concerns in his heart, "Master, will the Immortal Emperor attack our Yingzhou?"
"Won't."
Mu Lin smiled, but her unsmoothed brows showed that she was not so calm. Would Yingzhou really not be the target of anger
Orikawa said firmly: "The Immortal Emperor once swore that he would never set foot in Yingzhou."
Zhaochen once swore in front of his mother that if anyone dared to destroy any grass or tree in Yingzhou, his imperial ambition would be shattered and he himself would be destroyed both physically and spiritually.
When Orikawa thought about this, he felt unhappy.
Mu Lin was very sensitive to his master's mood changes. He blinked and said, "Today's work is almost done. Master, please follow me back to Tanze Palace. My cultivation method has been a little off recently, and I would like to ask for your guidance."
"good."
When Mu Lin was a child, she was taken care of by her father and lived in a side hall of the Hades Palace. Before she was assigned a new palace, she encountered a disaster of extermination. Now that she has returned as the eldest princess, it is naturally inconvenient for her to live in Danluan Palace, which is the Queen's Palace of Hades. After discussing with her, Zijian renovated Tanze Palace and used it as her residence.
The political significance of Tanze Palace far exceeds its practical use, as it is the former residence of two successive queens.
Mu Lin handed the mental method he had written down to Origami. Origami flipped through two pages and said with a little surprise, "It's well written, but it's too simple for you. Are you going to teach it to others?"
"These mental skills are the experience gained by my disciples through thousands of trainings. If you study them, you can achieve twice the result with half the effort. Using them to benefit the people of the underworld is a rare thing I can do for them."
When she mentioned her people, her eyes were bright and gentle, with a hint of guilt and sadness.
Orikawa guessed her thoughts through her peach blossom eyes. She could never let it go. She didn't protect them well. She didn't think that she had tried her best and tried her best to seek welfare. She couldn't do better...
The underworld is the home that sheltered her and where she grew up, and it is also the child she cherishes and is willing to give her life for. This is the knot in her heart that he cannot untie in a short time.
Finally, Orikawa sighed softly: "Rin'er, there is a long way to go."
"Okay." Mu Lin smiled faintly, "Master, please help me see if there is anything that needs improvement..."
"I'll take it back and take a closer look, and I'll fix it for you in a few days."
"Thank you, Master!"
"There's no need to thank me between you and me."
When Orikawa met Mu Lin's sparkling eyes, he changed his words for some unknown reason: "If you really want to thank me, then play a song for me. Let me see your progress."
Mu Lin: “…”
Is it too late to withdraw her gratitude now? She has neglected her piano skills for many years, and this finger is definitely a tragedy...
"Um?"
Orikawa took her pitiful little appearance into his eyes, a smile flashed across the corners of his lips, and he passed away in a trance under the clear breeze and the bright moon.
"Master... Wait a moment, I will go and prepare it."
Mu Lin thought about it and told Mo Zhu to fetch the ancient zither "Feng Chen" from the storeroom. The body of the zither was carved from a whole tree of paulownia wood, and there were five long and short strings on the zither. The part near the end of the zither was slightly blackened, as if it had been burned by fire, and it was also called the Jiaowei zither.
He placed the five-stringed zither flat on the ground, cleaned his hands, burned incense, sat on the ground, and leaned forward to play. He held a wooden pick in each of his left and right hands to pluck the strings to produce sound, but he hesitated and did not dare to start.
Orikawa also noticed her hesitation, and took out an ancient zither out of thin air. He sat on the ground opposite Mu Lin and played the zither with ease.
When Mu Lin heard the first sound coming from the other side, he no longer hesitated, but played along with his master.
The drums and bells are ringing, the harps and zithers are playing, and the shengs and chimes are in unison.
The music of the zither and the qin is like flowing water, the cry of a phoenix, the south wind and the movement of the moon, moving people's hearts.
The sound of the zither is in a palace tune, moderate and peaceful, sometimes like towering mountains, sometimes like gurgling water, which makes people feel relaxed and happy... The sound of the harp is the guide and auxiliary, and the skill is better than the sound of the zither, but it does not overshadow the main sound at all. The artistic conception is in harmony and seamless.
Zijian stopped outside the hall, as if he was afraid of disturbing the tacit harmony of the music. He just looked at the master and disciple from afar, one black and one white, like a perfect match made in heaven.
He remembered a man called Zui Yin in the mortal world. Although he had a sparse official career, he was a master of poetry, and few people could match him. He once wrote a poem called "Five Strings", which fully expressed the rhythm of the five strings.
The singing of the beautiful song has stopped, and the dancing with red sleeves has also stopped.
The old man Zhao held the five-stringed instrument and stroked it gracefully in front of his chest.
Loud and rough, like the rustling of wind and rain.
The voice was so soft and faint that it sounded like the whispers of ghosts and gods.
Another example is a magpie announcing good news, which turns into a monkey crying in pain.
There is no fixed tone with ten fingers, the gong, zhi and yu are reversed.
When the guests heard this sound, they felt as if they were in a state of confusion.
When travelers heard the sound, they stopped and could not move.
To the ears of ordinary people, it is better to live in the present than in the past.
Therefore, the harp by the green window is covered with dust every day.
Green window piano, day by day dust...
Unfortunately, the girl playing the piano was not his after all.
He could not even compare to the person who was as harmonious as her.
The song ended with a sense of relief. Mu Lin's eyes were filled with relaxation. She hadn't felt so relaxed for a long time.
Zijian then walked in, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "There is no sound of the piano in my hands, but there is music in my heart. I enjoy the piano freely and feel as free as a god."
Orikawa nodded at him and said to Mu Lin gently: "In life, only by letting go can you be free; only by being content can you be happy."
"I am grateful for your teaching."
Mu Lin understood that her master was doing this for her own good. If she could avenge herself, she would give up everything and return to Yingzhou with her master to live a free and easy life.
Mu Lin looked at Zijian. He was busier than himself and would never visit him for no reason.
"What can I do for you?"
"Master Dongting is critically ill."
Mu Lin frowned, he couldn't let him die in the underworld, so he stood up and walked out. When he thought of his master still here, he paused.
"Master, please go back and rest first. I'll go see him."
"The master will go with you."
“No need”
Zijian interrupted Mulin and said, "Emperor, Zijian has something to discuss with you."
Orikawa nodded.
Mu Lin said indifferently: "Then I won't bother you anymore."
The conditions in Qiu Ze Palace, where Dong Ting Zhenren was imprisoned, were not bad. Orikawa himself had set up restrictions on the periphery to prevent him from escaping from the underworld.
Of course, with Master Dongting's current injuries, he could only barely open his eyes and couldn't even stand up. After Mu Lin took his pulse, he couldn't help but sigh.
Ah Heng's attack was very heavy, almost cutting off all the immortal veins in Dongting Zhenren's body, causing his immortal power to rush around, coupled with the domineering divine power...
"The real person should know my physical condition better than me."
A situation where death is inevitable.
Master Dongting's eyes dimmed and his expression became more gloomy.
This favored child of heaven who had a brilliant life ended up dying in a foreign land.
It was his fault that he had lost his mind for the throne of the Immortal Emperor and volunteered to be a sharp blade for the Immortal Emperor. Violating the way of heaven and harming the harmony of heaven would lead to punishment by the gods. Everything was fate, but... how could he be willing? His lovely wife and young son, the immortal lake of Dongting, were all waiting for him to return.
"Mu Lin has a way to keep the real person alive, and even to let him return to Dongting Xianze safely."
Master Dongting suddenly opened his eyes and stared at her.
Mu Lin smiled with satisfaction, his voice gentle and pleasant:
"It's just that your knife should find a new owner."