Nightfall Chapter 187: Look to the west
Volume One Early Morning Empire Chapter 187 Look to the West
Senior Brother Six looked at Ning Que and said, "If the material of the arrow shaft is changed to mixed silver, your charm must also be redesigned. Later I will play a few mixed silver pieces. You will take it back and try it."
Ning Que thought of the little maid floating in the middle of the night in Lao Bi Zhai, scratched her head and said, "Brother Six, please help me prepare more materials when the time comes. The talisman I tried is very light. Be heavier."
Senior Sister Seven threw the lid in her hand to Chen Pipi, patted her palms, looked at the two people in the discussion and asked in confusion: "Why don't you ask Master Yan Se to engrave the rune on the arrow shaft? Wouldn’t it be better?"
For ordinary rune masters, the runes he wrote can only be inspired by his own frequency of thought power, but this rule does not apply to the mysterious **** rune masters. Rune masters like Master Yan Se have the ability to seal the heaven and earth vitality and talisman paper, and only need the user to use their mind to manipulate the heaven and earth vitality to activate the talisman to stimulate the power of the rune.
The importance of runemasters to the national army and sects is reflected here. However, the status of runemasters is so lofty that ordinary martial arts practitioners are not qualified to ask them to make weapons specifically for themselves. What's more, the armor weapons of martial arts practitioners want to withstand the powerful engraved runes of the runemaster. They need high-quality or even rare materials. However, rare materials must be expensive, which is one of the important reasons why rune weapons are extremely rare.
Ning Que was about to explain the difference between the two to Senior Sister Seven. Senior Brother Four who had been silent for a long time in the dark corner of the room said: "The rune engraved by the **** rune master is powerful, but it is after all the rune of others. It’s best to engrave your own talisman for the kind of close weapon that the younger brother needs. The two have the same mind and can even change in response to the surrounding environment. This is extremely good for improving your realm and enhancing your combat advantage."
He paused for a while, and he continued: "A person with great opportunities like Junior Brother can ask Master Yan Se to take action at any time. On the contrary, the more unable to do this, the more difficult it will be for him to make progress once he becomes dependent on the set rune. , Not to mention that the rune on the weapon is not made by himself. If it is damaged, where can he repair it?"
A few days ago, Ning Que wanted to ask his master to engrave a symbol on the weapon. At that time, Master Yan Se's answer was very similar to that of the fourth brother. He could not help but nod his head again and again, and suddenly thought of the mountain after entering the academy. When I heard the matter mentioned by Chen Pipi, I looked at Senior Brother Si and asked curiously: "Brother Si, General Xiahou’s armor..."
The fourth brother replied: "The rune armor on Xiahou was designed by Professor Huang He himself. Your sixth brother and I are just blacksmiths and carvers, doing some technical work."
Thinking of the general who wore magical rune armor and had been victorious in the Yan Realm for more than ten years. After a long silence, Ning Que smiled with mixed emotions, shook his head and said with emotion: "Can I ask Professor Huang He like this? The master of the magical rune can make the two seniors meticulously build armor, and the face of the four major border generals of my Datang Empire is really great."
The four senior brothers shook his head expressionlessly, and said, "The four great generals of the empire have no influence on my academy. Although I am not a runemaster, if I don’t want to, even General Xu Shida, please don’t In the end, it’s Professor Huang He’s face in the end. Since he has spoken, it’s hard for us to refuse."
"Professor Huang He is familiar with General Xiahou?" Ning Que seemed to ask inadvertently.
The Fourth Senior Brother looked up at him, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Professor Huang He is the guest secretary of the Imperial Tianshu. He should strengthen his strength for the emperor's army. This is what he should do."
Ning Que remembered the brand hidden in his belt when he heard the three characters Tianshu. Since His Majesty the Emperor gave him that waist card, he has not been to the Tianshu place to see it, only knowing that it is an institution used by the empire to manage practitioners. He couldn't help but wonder if he could benefit from his identity in Tianshu?
Walking on the rocks at the bottom of the stream, trying arrows by the lake, the time at the back of the academy seems to be going much faster than the outside. Seeing that the sun on the cliff is slanted, the light is getting red and dark, Ning Que from the sixth brother He took the heavy mixed silver wrought iron block wrapped in leather, bowed his hand to the brother and sister, and walked outside the mountain.
Chen Pipi sent him out of the mountain. Before entering the fog, he suddenly stopped, his chubby face was full of doubts, and he asked questioningly: "Master Yan Se really said...Can you rank among the top three in history in terms of talism?"
Ning Que patted him on the shoulder, and said comfortingly: "Did you find that there is finally one thing you can't compare to me in terms of cultivation, so you feel a little bit lost and lonely and cold? If you want to open some, you can't naturally enter the talisman. Dao, why compare this with me? Think of the sword sage Liu Bai, he will never catch up with me in this aspect."
Listening to Ning Que comparing himself with the world's top powerhouse, Chen Pipi's mood did not improve immediately, and he mocked and responded: "I am a great practitioner of the realm of fate, do you still envy you as a little fool? "
"That's not what I said." Ning Que retorted with a smile: "I have only practiced for a year, and I have jumped from the initial stage to the level of confidence, and even cross the three realms. Who can be sure that I will not be able to enter Zhiming in the future?" /
"The snow-capped mountains and the sea have only passed ten orifices, and you must admit it."
Chen Pippi looked at him sympathetically, and said: "Take ten thousand steps and say, how about the master who forcibly teaches your elm head to the state of mindfulness after returning to the academy? You are just a mindful elmwood head." /
Ning Que frowned and said, "The snow-capped mountains are impassable, and it's not that their heads are impassable."
Standing in front of the mist on the mountain trail, Chen Pipi looked back at him and smiled: "Anyway, I am not sure if you are the top three in the history of Fudao aptitude, but I can be sure, even if you enter the realm of fate, you will definitely be the most in history. Weak Zhiming. The vitality that can affect the heaven and the earth can't be three feet away from your side. How can you be embarrassed to call yourself a great practitioner?"
Speaking of major practitioners, he deliberately reads the big characters extremely heavily and bites extremely deeply.
Ning Que’s face has long been hardened in the cold wind of the Minshan Mountains and the raging sands of the frontier fortress. He doesn’t care about his ridicule at all. He just thinks that he has been on the second floor of the academy for several months, but he has not seen the legend. The master and the big brother of, can't help but feel a little regretful, thinking that if the master teaches himself, then the speed of his practice should be so fierce.
"When will the teacher and the big brother come back?"
"No one knows."
"Traveling abroad...There is always a time to return home, right? It's been more than a year."
"Of course, traveling to appreciate the scenery and visiting friends is much happier than practicing in the back mountains. If it were for me, I would not be willing to come back."
Ning Que smiled and looked at him and asked, "I heard that every time the teacher traveled around the world over the years, he only took the big brother. Why didn't he take you? In the old town last year, you boasted that you are the most favored by the master every day. It doesn't seem to be the same."
Chen Pipi shook his head and said with emotion: "You don't understand. The world respects the Master and dare not be disrespectful. Of course, we students are even more so, but no one can do the same as a master, and serve the Master properly. Tie it up properly, if it is you, would you like to bring out a spoiled daughter or a wife who can cook?"
This is a very absurd question, but Ning Que really started to think about it when he was standing in front of the fog on the mountain trail. After thinking about it for a long time, he replied: "I will bring Sangsang, she can cook. Will serve people."
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The summer of the wasteland is about to pass, the temperature of the fertile grassland gradually cools, and the color of the grass on the black mud gradually fades. However, it is different from the feeling of silence in the sky. The northern grassland far away from the Central Plains is still a lively scene. Numerous tents depend on each other like clouds, slaughtering sheep, barbecues, singing and dancing, and extremely happy.
After countless fierce and **** battles, the desolate people who moved from the extreme cold north to Rehainan after a thousand years finally completely defeated the resistance of the grassland barbarians. The Royal Court of the Left Account paid the price of thousands of elite cavalry deaths, and still could not stop the deserted people's tough footsteps, and had to move all the tribes close to the north to the grassland pastures further south, and the fertile pastures in the north. Left to the deserted people.
The brave desolate warrior won the victory and regained a new homeland in his homeland thousands of years ago. This homeland seems to the people of Central Plains to have a harsh climate and harsh environment, but to this suffering people who live in the extreme north, it is undoubtedly like heaven.
Not long ago, the women, children and children of the desert tribe who had been in the extreme rear because of the slow migration speed finally arrived at this new home. The number of people who successfully arrived far exceeded the desert who had decided to move south. The expectation at the time has surprised all the people in the wild.
In the grassland tents, relatives meet again, each set up their homes, and they are familiar with the beautiful and unfamiliar new life. The milky smell of lamb soup, the peculiar smell of burning dry manure, mixed together, it is smelled by the wild people The taste of incomparable happiness.
The carnival lasted from the night to the evening of the next day. The desert soldiers used the spirits snatched from the prairie king court to reward themselves and the same hard-working family, and then sentimentally missed those who died on the road. The relatives or their wives tenderly hug them, and fall asleep in their respective accounts. The oil lamp does not need to be lit.
The exterior of the tent to the northwest of the grass field is equally simple, but the tent, which is obviously much larger, is brightly lit. More than ten braziers are hung in the mid-person high air, illuminating the tent very brightly.
The elders of the deserted people and the most powerful warrior leaders celebrated the victory for a whole day, but then fell into contemplation and silence because a certain elder brought up a topic.
"What's so scary about the Chinese people?"
The leader of a desolate warrior who is as strong as a bear, looked at the old elders with a puzzled face, and said in a deep voice: "We are all born warriors. The king’s court in China has fallen into the water. As long as we rest on this grassland for half a year, who else in the world can be our opponent?"
The Huang*** veteran sitting in the deepest part of the tent looked at him calmly, and said after a moment of silence: "The strongest fighter will become weak once controlled by pride."
Criticized by the respected elders, the strong and desolate warrior leader showed a panic expression on his face, and quickly bowed his head to plead guilty, but from his eyes, it can be clearly seen that he still does not understand his fear of the elders. .
"This grassland was originally the hometown of our barren people. We used to be the most powerful kingdom in the world. However, why were our ancestors forced to leave this fertile grassland thousands of years ago and go to the extreme northern cold region? "
The old man looked around the people in the tent, and said blankly, "Because the Chinese defeated us."
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The old man continued to say after a long silence: "Let you remember the reason why our ancestors were forced to leave the grassland, not for revenge, but to remind you how powerful the empire called Tang is."
"Thousands of years ago, the ancestors swept the mainland and northern regions, and no one dared to resist. Even the Kingdom of Xiling only thought that the preaching was not hostile at the beginning. , Signed an agreement with the other party to retreat into the cold region, vowed not to return south, and only then kept some fire."
The old man slowly tells the story of the millennia that has been passed down from generation to generation by the deserted people, and there is a dead silence in the tent.
"The ancestors back then were a hundred times larger than our children and grandchildren, and a hundred times more populous than our children and grandchildren. The strong were as numerous as the stars in the night, countless, and even died in the hands of the Tang people. Now our ministry has tormented for thousands of years in Atami. , There are only hundreds of thousands of people, how can you compare with the ancestors, and why do you despise the Tang people?"
"The question we need to care about now is how to deal with it once contact with Chinese people."
An answer sounded in the tent: "We don't want the land of the Central Plains, but we robbed our own grassland. Even if the Barbarian King Court is driven to the south by us and has a dispute with the Central Plains, what does it have to do with us?"
Someone worried and said: "After all, my tribe’s southward migration violated the agreement signed with the Tang people thousands of years ago. If the Tang people take this trouble, how should they respond?"
The old man looked down slightly, and said, "Left Tent King Court, Right Tent King Court, Golden Tent King Court. Thousands of years later, there will only be some barbarians on the grassland, but our true descendants of the Khan these days, Forced to live a difficult life by Atami. It would be fine if you can live, but now that you can’t live, moving south is an inevitable move. Night is before death, and any agreement is relatively meaningless."
Then he raised his head, looked at the most important people in the deserted human race in the tent, and said in a deep voice, "But if the war with the Tang Empire can be avoided, then it must be avoided. If the Tang people send envoys to come and ask, It’s a good response."
Everyone in the tent should say yes.
Suddenly, the elder noticed that there was no such person in the tent, and his gray eyebrows wrinkled. Although that person would never express any opinions at the senator's meeting and was used to being silent, he was a ridiculous person after all. The most powerful fighter, when he was not present when discussing such an important matter, he always felt something was wrong.
"Where did he go?"
"I don't know."
While the old man was about to continue to say something, he suddenly felt a volatile aura from the extreme west. This aura couldn’t feel how powerful it was, but the unique taste of heaven and earth was deep. Deeply touched the already old heart in his body.
The old man's body suddenly stiffened, with a look of awe and fear on his face, he hurriedly moved his body back, and then knelt down toward the west, with his hands outstretched in a very respectful manner.
The thin veterans next to them also sensed the western aura, their complexion changed drastically, they leaned on the blanket as fast as they could, and sincerely stretched out their hands to caress and bow.
The primeval leaders of the various tribes didn't feel the breath. They couldn't help being shocked and confused when they saw the reaction of the elders. They knelt down subconsciously, and kept bowing to the West.
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(Thinking about the New Year, happy and excited again, insomnia, another day and night without sleep, just write a chapter, then write a chapter, when I get sleepy, I will write as much as I Really crazy...)