Yama Rising Chapter 337: : The edict issued!
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The capital of Laos, Vientiane.
In the National University, I don’t know how many students stretched out their heads, staring at the rare wonders in the sky.
Countless crows came flying from all directions, forming a black wave above the National University. Mobile phones and cameras are shining. Zhou Gu looked at the crows and black clouds in the sky as usual, and made a move. A crow formed by yin has already stood on the finger.
Robin.
The next second, he returned to his dormitory, and his figure disappeared.
Boom! ! When it reappeared, a wave of red fire exploded in the dark space. This is a city built along the river. Just like the original Soochow Wu... No, he reproduced the original Soochow Wu, and the green flag with the word "Wu" was flying across the city. Ten thousand lights under the black sky, a huge grimace floats up and down in the sky.
His appearance is different from all the ghosts, not a ghost fire, but the scarlet Jiuyou Karma fire. Vulcan Zhou Yu's real body, Nether Huo couldn't get close.
The fire wave slowly bloomed in the shape of a lotus flower, and a figure wearing a white scale armor, a red cloak and a long sword came out.
Sword eyebrows and star eyes, facial lines are firm and sharp. But with a peculiar softness. Scarlet ghost fire was beating in the eye sockets. As he pulled the cloak and waved it lightly, all the flames disappeared. And below, all ten generals knelt down: "Meet the governor!"
This is on a high platform. You can see the scenery of the entire Tangming Difu. Right in front of Zhou Yu, there was a project desk. There is a golden scroll on it.
The imperial edict!
Zhou Yu stepped forward, unfolded gently, and read in a low voice: "...with all the officials of the frontiers, arrived in the new mansion before the New Year's Pass, and held a fifty-year report on the court...The King of Yama Qin Yu."
Vermillion text, white background. The scroll has a golden skin with moiré engraved and golden tassels hanging down. It looks delicate and solemn.
Zhou Yu slowly flicked the words with his fingers, then it took a long time to look up into the distance.
As far as I can see, the vast Mekong River is roaring, and the strangely shaped boats above are as peaceful as Mount Tai, and continuous ghost fires are lit on them. On the shore, is a bustling dignified underworld.
"It's finally here..." He closed his eyes lightly, and his voice was incomprehensible: "A hundred years later...the underworld finally issued the official meeting of the Fengjiang government again...a bit courage..."
"Sir..." A general clasped his fists and said, "Shall we... go?"
Zhou Yu slowly opened his eyes, pondered for a long time, gritted his teeth and said: "Go!"
"The righteousness is here, you can't help but..."
He paused, and smiled: "This time the great dynasty meeting... is not easy..."
"After the collapse of the underworld, Twelve Tianluo was summoned for the first time, without Sun Bin, Sima Yi, Zhuge, Liu Bowen, Qin Qiong, these eternal famous generals... I want to see what he used to overwhelm us!"
"A new round of benefit distribution has begun, and it has a bearing on the pattern of the entire Asia. How can the governor not go to such a grand meeting?" A white-clothed ghost walked out with a green fire in his eyes: "This time the meeting , To set the pattern of Asia in the next century. If you don’t go, wouldn’t it be too boring?"
"It's Lu Ziming..." Zhou Yu smiled, waved his hand, the scarlet cloak was brushed up, and the voice resounded like thunder throughout the hall: "The generals will listen to the order."
"The new government has been established in China. The order: At the end of December, all the officials of the borders will go to the court. A team of Soochow generals and three thousand soldiers will go to China with the governor!"
"Yes!
! "The tsunami-like response came back from the entire Tangming Underworld. In the next second, countless banners flowed like a tide. The sky was filled with red ghost fires, and fireflies lit up.
The overcast wind is coming. The mood of the yin spirits all fluctuates with the wind. After a long time, the next general raised a piece of information above his head: "General Governor, this is the form that was passed along with the edict. You see?"
Zhou Yuxin took it in his hand, glanced at it, and laughed: "At this moment...the great dynasty will definitely be in abundance. Is this newly-ranked Yama...showing us good?"
"These indifferent things, doesn't he think that the underworld is too weak?"
A pen appeared in his hand: "However, since you have this mood, it's okay to play with you..."
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The entrance to the confluence of the Bagmati and Bichenmati rivers, where Kathmandu, the capital of Nepal, is located.
No one knows that Kathmandu, the largest city in Nepal, is located underground, but it is not a Nepalese-style building at all, but a Ming-style building, the last Han dynasty in Chinese history.
Extremely luxurious.
In the Ming Dynasty, the palace was beautiful and vast, even affecting later generations. Most of the current palace images are from Ming Dynasty buildings. Strict and stable, houses, gardens, and ancestral halls are everywhere. The countless yin spirits on the streets are bustling and prosperous. The prosperous level is even higher than that of Hanyang Mansion!
Niphara Mansion.
The center of the prefecture, a seven-story wooden building, becomes the highest point in the entire city. With a clear spirit of the Ming Dynasty. A pair of cyan statues of Diting at the door are majestic and majestic. The interior decoration colors are mainly bright yellow and red. Not monotonous but also solemn.
At this moment, it's on the highest floor of this building. Surrounded by the three things of the bottle furnace, there are also flower offerings, and the furniture inlaid with snails is beautiful. An elderly man wearing a red robe with a white jade belt and a poem of Peiyu, an old man, Yin Ling, was looking tremblingly at the case table in front of him.
Yipin!
He is very thin, with old spots on his face and snow-white beard, and there is a bright yellow imperial decree on the table in front of him. He had read it word by word, with wildfire flickering in his eyes.
"Ok...well...well!" After a long time, he drank three times and sat on the chair.
"Master Yu." The waiter beside him immediately put a cup of tea on the table. Master Yu picked it up, but didn't drink it, stroked the lid of the teacup, and suddenly said: "Where is the imperial envoy? Can you settle down?"
"Of course, according to your instructions, arrange at the best embassy."
Master Yu closed his eyes and nodded lightly. The voice was not audible, but with an irresistible smell: "Immediately, let Qiu Dehuai take five thousand soldiers. As long as you are elite! All the staff are ready to go to the capital at any time!"
"Beijing...Beijing?" The waiter was stunned.
"The new mansion is located, isn't it the capital!" Master Yu slammed the teacup on the table, and the tea was spilled on the table, his chest was up and down, as if excited in a depressed heart: "A hundred years... the old mansion collapsed , The new mansion finally appeared! The dynasty was established at the beginning, internal and external troubles, at this moment, those of us who do not help stabilize the situation, who else will stabilize!"
He pressed his hand on the edge of the table and was a little pale: "Twelve Heavens...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 chaotic officials!"
"My lord... calm down." The waiter immediately patted his back.
"Then...don't blame the king for disregarding fellowship
Now. Master Yu snorted coldly. He was obviously very old, but the killing intent in his voice made people shudder. The waiter hesitated for a moment, and tentatively said: "My lord, that...the army of General Qiu...there is no military order, nor can it send troops... "
"What do you know!" Master Yu waved his sleeves: "This is the King of Guardians! What military order is required! I bet that the army that will gather in Baoan this time will be at least 30,000! How can anyone covet the land of Gyeonggi! Only the king and the king of Luzon can be trusted, the others...don’t look at the big names left in history, hundreds of years later...the ghost is not ancient."
Silence.
For a long time, the waiter whispered: "Master Yu, the questionnaire that came down with the edict?"
"Mischief!" A look of hatred for iron and steel appeared on Lord Yu's face: "When is it! Are you still in the mood to write the questionnaire?! Pass it on and let others fill it out. The great dynasty will be surging! A hundred years! See you again in the next twelve days...Why is King Yama still in the mood to do these things!"
Meanwhile, Bhutan.
On the opposite bank of the Distai River, there is a vast grassland. On the grassland, a huge golden tent stands here. However, no human being can see it.
This is the kingdom of Yinling. It seemed that he had come to the Yuan Empire that was once flourishing, with countless skeleton horses riding on countless Yin soldiers. A banner depicting various totems flies here. It's completely different from the scenery of the vassal states around China.
The interior of the golden account is luxurious. Pearls and jewels can be seen everywhere, and the floor is covered with carpets of fur that do not know what kind of evil beasts. The bones of Yin beasts of various colors hung around, and a group of several meters in the middle of the ghost fire burned. Surrounding the fire, there is a circle of tables and chairs. In the center, a military commander wearing Yuan Dynasty costume is holding a glass of wine and pondering.
"Everyone... Emperor Song Wu has sent a message to this king. The emperor's edict has also arrived. Everyone is a cronies who have followed this king for hundreds of years. Let's talk, this time...how to do it?" For a long time, He just spoke.
No one spoke, it was obviously an ordinary court meeting, a routine, but here, there was an atmosphere of silence.
"My lord, Emperor Song Wu has seen the new king. He is less than twenty years old, can he...can sit still?" A general finally spoke in a cold voice.
"Difficult." In the first place, the chubby military commander shook the glass fiercely: "There are a few loyal fools who will definitely stand by their side, and...it's very likely that the new land has gotten life and death. Book. If you attack... we have no hope of defeating."
The Book of Life and Death... the word appeared, making everyone gasp.
"Such a good opportunity, do we just see a little boy under twenty years old sitting in the seat of Yama King?!" Another general said, he is burly, naked and combs Mongolia Xiao Zhui, with totems painted all over his body: "The last general is not talented, I would like to see if this new king of the Han still has the spirit of the Ming Emperor!"
The military commander in the first place looked gloomy. After a few seconds, he squeezed the glass in his hand: "No, we can't do anything to him, and they dare not do anything to us! Inform King Cochin, King Siam, and Three Buddha King Qi...Look at what they mean!"
"After a hundred years, twelve days of Luo's gathering again is tantamount to a reshuffle of the Asian powers! I don't believe...no one is moved!"
All the generals nodded, and a few seconds later, a general whispered: "My lord, the questionnaire sent by the edict?"
"Fill in." The first military commander waved his hand impatiently: "He wants to play, so he plays with him. What can a kid under twenty know? Does he think this is a playhouse? Satisfy him. Curiosity, let him settle down in Baoan."