Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 345: I see it in person…
"Ilisa Khan, it's over."
Mordan stepped out of the traveling limousine and looked up at the sky. The brilliance of the barbarian sun in the sky has dimmed, and the outline of the barbarian moon is quietly visible.
"Emperor, what happened?" The high priest, who had roughly sorted out his clothes, followed and walked out of the tent, winking like silk.
"The eight great Khans are connected with each other, and this emperor senses that the tower bone has destroyed Ilissa's Great Khan!" Mordan sighed softly, "But it's been two Mosi hours already. , and no new day of deity arises."
"Tower bone, failed!"
"Self-destruction!" The spring intent on the high priest's face receded instantly. She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened her eyes, "Man Tian has begun to take back the power of luck that fell on Ilisha Khan."
"Wild Heaven..." Mordan looked up at the sky and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say it, but his face was a little lonely.
Humans often laugh at barbarians for being chaotic and rebellious, but in fact all tribes in barbarian days have corresponding regulations. Hou Bu, Wang Bu, Khan Ministry, including the highest-level Tian Bu, Barbarian Heaven will drop the corresponding Barbarian Weather according to the regulations.
With such luck, powerful warriors, wise sacrificers, and indispensable resources for the development of barbarians can be nurtured.
But luck is limited. For example, no matter how it changes, there are only eight Khans under the savage world.
Therefore, even if some tribes have savage gods, if there is no shortage of Khan tribes, they still cannot be promoted. And there is only one way for the Khan Department to have a shortage, and that is to destroy the big gang of the Khan Department.
Da Jing is the proof that Mantian approves the tribe.
Because of this, each of the khan's giants are carefully protected. The location and method of hiding are the absolute secrets of the khan's, and they may even be linked to the lives of one or more people. In this case, it would be more convenient to slaughter the entire Khanate if you want to destroy the Great Sect.
What's more, the Eight Great Khans are connected by Qi, and under the auspices of the Golden Horde City, there is an agreement of the Eight Divisions. That is to say, there can be disputes between the Khans, but it is not allowed to target the Daqing, otherwise they will be attacked together.
As for the upward challenge of the king's clan, that is the survival rule of the barbarians. In the past thousand years, only one king's clan has successfully challenged the Khan clan, robbed the other party of luck, and was promoted to the barbarian clan.
So in the wild sky, only when the tribe is almost extinct will there be a situation of self-destruction, so as to win a chance for the tribe to fight for their lives. And even if the tribes that have lost the Great Rag are not extinct, the savage heaven will no longer care for them. At this time, the title of Khan's Department will disappear, and only by breaking it into pieces and becoming scattered tribes, large and small, can it be possible to regain the savage luck.
This is also the origin of so many small tribes on the grasslands.
Mor'dan knew of Tower Bone's plans. The tower bone wanted to borrow the instant power of the conferred gods to condense the big gang again with the godhead. In fact, many seniors have done this.
Only, the tower bone failed!
Mordan squinted his eyes slightly, he remembered the day when Ta Gu personally found him and wanted to participate in the Battle of Winter.
"Mordan, we are all Khans! But have you ever seen a Khan without a savage god?"
"Human Lin Huang's northern expedition destroyed three of the Eight Great Khan's clans, and the human clan Wudi went north again and beheaded the remaining three savage gods, including you and me."
"Why do you stay in the southern region and fight against the human race every year? Is it really because Emperor Lin was driven by him during his northern expedition?"
"I don't know how many tribes who took refuge in Emperor Lin back then! It's just that there is no savage **** to speak for you!"
"I'm going to take a gamble on the tower bone. Conferred God! Are you willing to help me?"
"I would like to become blood brothers with you. If this happens, the light of my divine sun will also shine on the Mordan tribe."
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"What happened?" As the high priest of the Mordan tribe who arranged the isolation seal with the high priest Ilisa, he looked puzzled, "Although the Bone Emperor only brought 50,000 savage troops, he was from the Khan tribe. Among the elite, there are more than 100 barbarian kings. Coupled with the strength of the Bone Emperor and the self-destruction power of the reborn Daquan, there is no reason to win Taiping City!"
Mordan shakes his head: he doesn't know either.
Actually, he knows more. He knew the existence of the Holy Spirit in Taiping City, the summoning of the elephants in Taiping, and the track of the twin gods prepared by the tower bones.
It's foolproof, but it falls short.
Mordan felt sadness in his heart.
A Khan tribe, for the sake of a human race, was folded in a battle at the level of the Battle of Winter.
Even if the tower bone can come back alive, it will not be able to keep the huge Ilisha Khan.
When the news spreads, Ilisha Khan will become the fattest corpse on the steppe, attracting countless vultures.
Mordan knows that among the most powerful vultures are their Mordan Khans.
He admires the tower bone, and is truly a brother to the tower bone.
But in the face of wild days and interests, emotions are not worth mentioning.
"The white wind from the endless ice field has stopped, but the wind under the wild sky has just started!"
Mordan sighed softly: "I ordered to go down and rush back as quickly as possible."
"The most delicious bite of meat should go into my Mordan's stomach!"
"Yes!"
……
The setting sun is like blood, but not as red as the earth.
The battle for Taiping is over.
The residents of the city walked out of the ruined city gates and began to clean the battlefield.
They didn't look at the corpses of the barbarians, the spoils of war from fellow soldiers who came to help.
They clawed through the soil and searched inch by inch.
They're looking for the broken bones that can be left after Taiping.
The people of Taiping Academy can't die silently in the world like this. Their last wish was to be cast into the Confucian bone temple, and then protect the descendants.
My ancestors scattered their souls to save me, and I am a heroic soul protector.
The other day's war was agitated, and he entered the battlefield again.
"Here, it must be here!" Wang Xuance dug desperately, and behind him was a long gully. Suddenly, Wang Xuance's movements stopped, and the tears that he had managed to suppress suddenly poured out of his eyes.
He carefully pulled his discovery out of the dirt, a brown antler with blood on it.
"Senior Lu..." Wang Xuance burst into tears.
Accordingly, he should also be dead. At the end, it was Lu Nianfeng who rescued him from the battle.
Wang Xuance took off the clothes that he didn't hurry, carefully wrapped the antlers, and rushed to the Confucianism Hall in the city.
……
When Chen Luo passed the Confucian Bone Hall, he heard the sound of the piano.
Walking into the Hall of Confucianism, the two sat opposite each other, one played the piano and the other listened with their eyes closed.
The sound of the piano is deep, but the tune that pops up is magnificent and vast, as if the human race is full of rivers and mountains. The melodious tune spreads in the Confucian bone hall. Chen Luo sat cross-legged and listened quietly.
Finally, the last plucked string, a tear fell on the string, turned into a drop of water and scattered, and the sound of the piano trembled slightly, like a warning. The piano player pressed the strings with both hands and looked at the old man listening to the piano in front of him.
The old man smiled, but he had been dead for a long time.
"House, condolences!" Chen Luo said softly.
The person who played the qin was Wu Yihang, the master Hanqin layman of Baizhan Hall, who came to Taiping City from Wanren Mountain, and the old man in front of him was the one who said "return with a soul", using his own soul as a guide to call Thousands of heroic souls awakened and entered the war, Wu Tianjia, the great Confucian Confucian guarding the hall of Confucianism.
In front of Wu Tianjia, there are still four blood poems left.
The arrogance is still too empty, and the heart will shine through the ages.
I didn't serve the country in this life, but kept it as a loyal soul supplement.
"I was originally a fugitive slave of the barbarians!" Wu Yihang said softly, "I am taught by my teacher, like a teacher like a father."
"After my teacher became a great Confucianist, he never stepped out of the Hall of Confucianism. He loves listening to the sound of my qin, saying that my qin sound can illuminate the mountains and rivers."
"The mountains and rivers are safe, and the heroic soul rests in peace. He will feel at ease."
Chen Luo listened quietly.
When Wu Yihang arrived at Taiping City, the war had come to an end. The great Confucian descended from the sky and directly killed a barbarian king with his guqin.
"Senior Wuli has broken the seal formation, and Wanrenshan will come soon." Chen Luo replied.
Wu Yihang nodded: "Wuhou, next I want to transform my country and the world, please help me to tell the military minister. Wu Yihang, back to Taiping City."
"I will guard this Confucian bone temple."
Speaking, he looked down at the guqin in his hand and shook his head slightly.
"The teacher has passed away, and the mountains and rivers in the piano, who will show it?
"This piano, stop playing!"
Speaking, the strings snapped and the body broke. He slowly got up and walked towards Wu Tianjia. Every time he took a step forward, Wu Tianjia's figure became illusory. When Wu Yihang was standing in front of Wu Tianjia, Chen Luo seemed to see Wu Tianjia slowly getting up, gave Wu Yihang a salute, and then slowly He rose up and merged into the Confucian Bone Hall.
Wu Yihang bowed to the void, sat in the same position where Wu Tianjia disappeared, and slowly closed his eyes.
Chen Luo stood up, bowed deeply to Wu Yihang, who had already settled down, and turned to leave.
Not long after Chen Luo left, Wang Xuance walked into the Hall of Confucianism.
Wang Xuance first saw Wu Yihang, who had entered the Dingding, and was silent for a moment, then saluted respectfully, then walked to the big cauldron in the center of the Confucianism Hall, took out the antlers in his hand, and slowly put it into the cauldron.
He looked around the Hall of Confucianism and said softly, "Yuanshou Zhang, Wu Daru, Su Daru, Pingping, An'an, as well as gentlemen and classmates, Taiping City is still here!"
"Get a good night's sleep."
"The students of Taiping City who are studying abroad will come back, and Taiping City will not collapse."
"Forgive me, Wang Xuance, for not staying. I'm going out of the sky and into the barbarian sky today."
"Wait for my return."
"Man, or soul!"
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Inside Taiping City.
East Cang warriors can be seen everywhere in groups of three and five, avoiding the mourning residents of Taiping City, trying not to show their inner excitement, but talking to each other very seriously.
"Brother Li, how's the harvest?"
"Yes, I got more than fifty drops of stubborn blood essence. Brother Huang, how about you?"
"Hey, I followed behind to pick up the leaks and took a small bottle of blood essence from the barbarians. How can this blood-raising illusion be beaten!"
"Let's be quiet. You can exchange blood essence with sharks or turn it over to Lunjian Pavilion, which is much more than before."
"It's not worth mentioning, have you heard? Adamo, Ren Ji, Su Qianqian, Song Wuji, and Qin Yu, who has recently emerged, joined forces and killed a handsome man!"
"Hey, I heard. We don't understand the world of geniuses! But this time it is estimated that many people will be promoted to the blood level, and it will be even more difficult to fight the sword pavilion!"
"Yeah... hurry up and digest the harvest."
"Yeah, yeah!"
……
Gourmet frowned slightly as she looked at the dark crowd in front of her.
"Aw... (what thank you?)"
"Aw... (Do you look down on this uncle? Don't!)"
"Ah! (Those pills are for you!)"
A warrior squeezed out and said with a smile, "Master Gua, you can't do this. We warriors will repay any kindness."
"You saved us by donating elixir on the battlefield. We have gained, and naturally we will give you half of it!"
"If you don't accept it, our thoughts will not be understood, and we will go crazy. Everyone says, isn't it?"
The crowd shouted: "Yes!"
"Take it, take it!" Everyone said, placing the prepared thank-you gifts in front of Gingagua, turning around and running.
Jingguagua frowned at the dense harvest and sighed.
"Huh. (I just want to spend some money!)"
"Huh? (Why are the people I rescued so lucky and gained so much?)"
"Ah... (this money, the more I spend...)"
……
At the same time, a familiar figure was listening to the narration of the two great scholars.
"What? The heroes of the long river of Romance come out together, and the four books appear in the world!"
"What? Jairui manifests, even if it is far away, it will be executed!"
"What? Three hundred righteous men will die, and eight thousand scholars will seek peace?"
"What? Broken the big scorpion, call the holy soul, there is an image of peace!"
"What? The track of the two gods? Lord Hou's luck is like a waterfall?"
"What? The barbarian **** is dying and fleeing with blood?"
The figure was trembling, and the writing brush in his hand was broken.
"What did the old man miss!"
"Youyou heaven~IndoMTL.com~ What's worse than me!"
Looking at the sad and angry old man in front of him, the fat Confucian hurriedly comforted: "Oh, Mr. Sima, I'm irritable..."
"You calm down!"
"Aren't we the same as you said?"
Sima Lie waited for the two fat and thin Confucians in front of him: "Humph, can it be the same?"
"You don't understand!"
Sima Lie thought for a while.
"Would you like to add a post-war episode?"
"Write more about Yu Jianzhi?"
"As for how future generations understand what I see, whether it is the whole process or only after the war, that is a matter of opinion."
"Well...it works."