The capital of Laos, Vientiane.
In the national university, I don't know how many students stretched their heads out and stared at the rare sight in the sky.
Countless crows flew over from all directions, forming a black wave above the National University. Phone, camera shines. Zhou Gu looked at the crows and black clouds in the sky as usual, and made a move. A crow formed by Yin Qi has already stood on the finger.
Robin.
The next second, he returned to his dormitory, and his figure disappeared directly.
boom! ! When it reappeared, a red wave of fire exploded in the dark space. This is a city built by the river. Just like the original Soochow... No, he is a replica of the original Soochow, and the green flag with the word "Wu" flutters across the city. Under the black sky, there are thousands of lights, and a huge grimace floats up and down in the sky.
His appearance is different from all Yin spirits. It is not a ghost fire, but a crimson nine secluded karmic fire. The real body of the god of fire, Zhou Yu, cannot even get close to the fire.
The fire wave slowly bloomed in the shape of a lotus, and a figure wearing white scale armor, a red cloak, and a long sword on his waist came out.
Sword eyebrows and star eyes, facial lines are firm and sharp. But with a strange softness. Red ghost fires flickered in the eye sockets. All the flames vanished as he pulled the cloak with a flick. Below, the ten generals have all knelt down: "Meet the Governor!"
This is on a high platform. You can see the scenery of the whole Ming Dynasty. Just in front of Zhou Yu, there is a plan table. There is a golden scroll on it.
Holy decree!
Zhou Yu stepped forward, unfolded it gently, and read in a low voice: "... With all the top officials of the frontier, arriving in the new underworld before the new year, we will have a debriefing meeting once every fifty years... Qin Yu, King of Yama."
Vermillion text, white background. The scroll is golden skin, engraved with cloud patterns, and golden tassels hanging down. It looks refined and solemn.
Zhou Yu flicked the words slowly with her fingers, and it took a long time for her to look up into the distance.
As far as the eye can see, the vast Mekong River is roaring, and the strangely shaped ships above are as safe as Mount Tai, and the ghost fires ignite on it. On the shore, is a prosperous and dignified land.
"It's finally here..." He closed his eyes gently, his voice was indescribably complicated: "After a hundred years... the underworld has finally sent a meeting of the frontier officials again... a little daring..."
"Sir..." A general clasped his fists and said, "Are we... going?"
Zhou Yu slowly opened his eyes, pondered for a long time, then gritted his teeth and said, "Go!"
"The righteousness is here, I have to go. And... "
He paused for a while, then smiled: "This grand meeting... it's not easy..."
"After the collapse of the underworld, I summoned Twelve Tianluo for the first time. Without Sun Bin, Sima Yi, Zhuge, Liu Bowen, Qin Qiong, these famous generals through the ages... I want to see what he used to press us!"
"A new round of benefit distribution has begun, and it is related to the whole of Asia. How can the Governor not go to such a grand event?" The next hundred years. If you don't go, wouldn't it be too boring?"
"It's Lu Ziming..." Zhou Yu smiled, waved his hand, the scarlet cloak swiped up, and the voice resounded like thunder throughout the dignified palace: "Everyone obeys the order."
"The new underworld has been established in China, and it is ordered: At the end of December, all the officials of the territorial frontier go to the court meeting. One of the generals of the Eastern Wu Dynasty, order three thousand troops, and go to China with the governor!"
"Yes!!" The tsunami-like response came from the entire dignified underworld. In the next second, countless flags flowed like a tide. The sky is full of red ghost fires, like fireflies lit up.
The gloomy wind came. The mood of all the Yin spirits fluctuated with the wind. After a long time, a general below held a document high above his head: "Captain, this is the form that was sent along with the edict. Do you see?"
Zhou Yuxin took it in his hand, glanced at it, and laughed: "At this moment... the great court must be full of things, this new Yan Luo is... showing his favor to us?"
"These indifferent things, doesn't he think that the underworld is too weak?"
A pen appeared in his hand: "However, since you are in this mood, it's okay to play with you..."
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At the confluence of the Bagmati and Bihinmati rivers, Kathmandu, the capital of Nepal, is located here.
No one knows that the underground of Kathmandu, the largest city in Nepal, is not a Nepalese-style building at all, but a Ming Dynasty-style building, the last Han Dynasty in the history of China.
Luxurious.
In the Ming Dynasty, the beauty and expanse of the palace even influenced later generations. Most of the palace images now come from Ming Dynasty buildings. Rigorous and prudent, residences, gardens, and ancestral halls are all over the place. Countless Yin spirits on the street are bustling and prosperous. The pavilions on both sides are arched and eaves, and the auspicious beasts are auspicious. The prosperous level is still above the Hanyang Difu!
Mud Bharatiya.
The Underworld Center, a seven-story wooden building, has become the highest point in the entire city. With the obvious Ming Dynasty general spirit. A pair of cyan statues are majestic and majestic at the entrance, and the interior decoration colors are mainly bright yellow and red. Not monotonous but solemn.
Right now, on the top floor of the building. There are three things around the bottle furnace, as well as flower offerings, and the furniture inlaid with snails is beautiful. An old man Yin Ling wearing a red robe and a white jade belt, the poem passed on the jade, was looking at the table in front of him tremblingly.
First-class master!
He was very thin, with age spots all over his face, and a snow-white beard, and on the table in front of him was a roll of bright yellow imperial edicts. He read it word for word, and the ghosts in his eyes flickered.
"Okay...Okay...Okay!" After a long time, he drank three times and sat on the chair.
"Master Yu." The waiter next to him immediately placed a cup of tea on the table. Master Yu picked it up, but didn't drink it, stroked the lid of the teacup lightly, and suddenly said, "Where is the imperial envoy? Is it settled?"
"Of course, according to your instructions, it will be arranged in the best embassy."
Lord Yu closed his eyes and nodded lightly. The voice was inaudible, but it had an irresistible smell: "Immediately, ask Qiu Dehuai to order five thousand troops. As long as you are elite! All the staff are dressed and ready to go to the capital at any time!"
"Jing... Beijing?" The waiter was stunned.
"Where the new underworld is, isn't it the capital!" Master Yu slammed the teacup on the table, and the tea was spilled on the table. His chest heaved, as if he was suppressing his excitement: "It's been a hundred years... the old underworld has collapsed, and the new underworld has finally collapsed. Appear! The dynasty is just established, and there are internal and external troubles. At this moment, we, the big officials in the frontier, are not helping to stabilize the situation, who else will stabilize it!"
His hand on the edge of the table was a little pale: "Twelve Tianluo... It's full of calculations. According to his usual personality, at most two or three can stand on the side of the court. The others... are all messy officials and thieves!"
"Sir... Calm down." The waiter immediately patted his back.
"Then... don't blame this king for disregarding the friendship of his colleagues." Master Yu snorted coldly, obviously very old, but the killing intent in his voice made people shudder. The waiter hesitated for a moment, then tentatively said: "Sir, then... General Qiu's troops... There is no military order, and they can't send troops..."
"What do you know!" Master Yu waved his sleeves: "This is the escort King Qin! What military orders do you want! I can bet that the army gathered in Bao'an this time will be at least 30,000! The land of Gyeonggi is not allowed to be coveted by others! Only those who can be trusted are trusted. This king, the king of Luzon, and others... don't look at the big names left in history, hundreds of years later... ghost hearts are not ancient."
silence.
After a long time, the waiter said softly, "Sir Yu, the questionnaire that came down with the edict?"
"Bullshit!" There was a look of hatred on Mr. Yu's face: "When is it! Are you still in the mood to write a questionnaire?! Pass it on and let others fill it out. The grand meeting will definitely be turbulent! Twelve years later Goodbye Tianluo... Why is King Yama still in the mood for these things!"
Meanwhile, Bhutan.
On the other side of the Destai River, there is a vast grassland. On the grassland, a huge golden tent stands here. However, none of the human beings can see it.
This is the realm of the ghosts. It was as if he had come to the once-prosperous Yuan Empire, with countless skeleton horses riding uncountable shadow soldiers. A flag with various totems is flying here. It is completely different from the scenery of the vassal countries around China.
Inside the golden tent is luxurious. Pearls and precious jade can be seen everywhere, and the ground is covered with fur carpets of unknown yin beasts. There are various skeletons of Yin beasts hanging around, and a mass of ghost fires several meters in size burns in the center. Around the fire, there was a circle of tables and chairs, and in the center, a military general in Yuan Dynasty costume was pondering with a glass of wine.
"Everyone... Emperor Wu of Song has sent a message to this king. The edict of the little emperor has also arrived. You are all close friends who have followed this king for hundreds of years. Tell me, what should I do this time?" After a long time, he said.
No one spoke, obviously it was an ordinary court meeting, a practice, but here, there was a chilling atmosphere.
"Sir, Emperor Wu of Song has seen the new king. He is less than twenty years old. Can he... sit still?" A general finally said coldly.
"Difficult." In the first place, the fat general held the wine glass tightly: "There are a few loyal idiots who will definitely stand by them, and... It is very likely that the New Underworld has obtained the book of life and death. … We have no hope of being beaten.”
The book of life and death... The appearance of the word made everyone gasp.
"Such a good opportunity, do we just see a hairy boy less than twenty years old sitting in the position of King Yama?!" Another general spoke up. He was burly, naked, with Mongolian braids. Painted full of totems: "The last general is not talented, but I want to see if the new king of the Han people still has the spirit of the Ming emperor!"
The first general's face was gloomy, and after a few seconds, he squeezed the wine glass in his hand: "No, we can't do anything to him, and they don't dare to do anything to us! Inform the King of Cochin, the King of Siam, the King of Three Buddhas... See what they mean!"
"After a hundred years, Luo's reunion in twelve days is equivalent to a reshuffle of Asian forces! I don't believe it... No one is moved!"
All the generals nodded, and after a few seconds, one general said in a low voice, "Then, sir, with the questionnaire sent by the edict?"
"Fill." The first general waved his hand impatiently: "If he wants to play, he will play with him. What can a kid in his twenties understand? Does he think this is playing a house? Satisfy his curiosity, Let him be safe in Bao'an."