The Sword Dynasty

There will not be a particularly large number of practitioners of Seven Realms in any palace.

There are too many masters like Qijing, which is also a great threat to the safety of the emperors in the palace.

However, there are not too few practitioners of the Seven Realms in the Royal Palace and those below it. There are even many practitioners who have practiced in the Royal Palace all their lives. Obviously, the realm of cultivation is extremely high, but the outside world does not know its existence at all.

Based on the experience of various dynasties and generations, a certain number of practitioners are enough to resist the assassination of foreign enemies and delay enough time for the army to arrive.

In Donghu, a palace built on a mountain, according to the experience of various dynasties, a group of practitioners called the "Tsong" who practiced the sect of the monastery can receive the generous courtesy after the emperor in their lifetime. Whatever Donghu can give is necessary for spiritual practice, and the value of their existence is to protect the safety of the Royal Palace and to assassinate the leader of the rebel army in Donghu.

No one can imagine the whole Donghu, even a practitioner can hide the emperor directly from the main road of the imperial palace to the emperor, kill the emperor directly, and then leave the imperial palace.

"That is the ascetic from the mountain of God."

A monk wearing a dark purple monk's robe and wearing a golden crown looked at the old monk who left with a wooden staff, shocked to the point that it was difficult to add.

He arrived at the last moment, and even most practitioners in this palace could not perceive when he was coming.

However, seeing the wooden stick handed out by the old monk, he knew that he could not stop the old monk.

"He is the legendary teacher of my sect."

When the monk spoke, a ragged ascetic came to his side, looked at the old monk's back, nodded slowly, and then raised his palm seriously, facing The old monk bowed with respect and performed a salute, and then said: "When he went to Changling in the past, it was already difficult to figure out how to cultivate to a realm, but it was not so terrible. I thought he was hit hard and returned. Will die in Shenshan, but he did not expect him to cultivate into a great advancement instead."

"Dharma King!"

"Dai Falun."

"King Ananda."

When the monk and the ascetic appeared one after another, a lot of awe were heard in the palace, and most of them knelt down on the ground to show piety.

When Emperor Donghu died, the monk and ascetic became the highest person in the palace.

"Why did he do this?" The monk wearing the golden crown looked at the old monk's disappearance, his lips trembling slightly.

"You don't need to understand why he did it. The key is that he did it." The ragged ascetic sighed. "After all, he hasn't reached the eight realms. He can't fight the country with one person, but he can do it directly. Such a thing is only because he has absolute confidence, and because we in Donghu have countless practitioners who are willing to die for Donghu, but not many practitioners who are willing to die for Yelu really should."

The monk wearing the golden crown thought of stopping his shot at the last moment, and was silent for a moment, then turned his head and looked at the ascetic, "Ananda, what do you think we should do?"

The ascetic said without hesitation: "He said that we should have good relations with Wu's, and we will have good relations with Wu's."

The monk wearing the golden crown thought for a while and said, "Yelü Canglang is a great general in Wu's, let him come back."

The ascetic nodded and said, "Okay."

The monk wearing a golden crown looked slightly loose.

He looked at the corpses all over the mountain road, bloody, eyes full of intolerance, but at the same time he sighed, and in his heart more and more respected the old monk, he admitted that in order to achieve this purpose, such a direct means, On the contrary, the least people die.

...

When the monk and the asceticians agreed on their views, and looked at the disappearance of the old monk with relief, Ding Ning sat in the large account of the Empress Dowager of the Uzbek Kingdom, watching the blossoming sound like heavy lead. Wind and snow.

"If there is no accident, Donghu will soon form an alliance with Wu's."

He said slowly to the old woman sitting on the thick blanket behind him, "The biggest limitation of Wu's is only military food and charms."

The old woman stunned slightly and smiled bitterly, saying: "Mr. Presumably has found that he has been restricting rations in recent days."

"No more food savings."

Ding Ning shook his head and said: "It's the morale and confidence of victory that are saved in the diet, especially after many people died in this war, and they migrated far away. After Xuerong, military food and runes are not a problem."

"Mr. Donghu?"

The old lady didn't understand.

Even though the situation in Donghu could be as previously thought by An An, the military food of Donghu was not rich in itself. More importantly, Ding Ning also mentioned the weapon.

In addition to some Tiantie meteorite, Wu's mineral deposits are rarely produced in Donghu, even in Donghu. Even if some of the Qin army's charms were obtained in the previous battles, most of them were discarded on the way back.

Naturally, it is impossible to obtain enough weaponry to equip the army with war. In addition to mineral deposits, normal methods must also have the method of making weaponry, and there must be practitioners and craftsmen who know how to make weaponry.

"So far in the winter, after the spring and snow melt down next year, Chu will open border trade with you and Donghu." Ding Ning looked at the old woman and said calmly.

The old woman fell into shock that was beyond words.

She was even shocked to speak for a while.

"Most military food will not come from Donghu, but will be delivered to Wu's for free."

Ding Ning looked at her shocked and unspeakable, and then said: "Chu will provide some minerals for making artifacts, as well as craftsmen."

The old woman finally condensed her mind and pondered for a moment, saying: "It's just that Chu's situation is not stable. With such a big fanfare, I'm afraid even Zhao Fei can't control it."

Ding Ning shook his head again and said, "Chu will not pay unconditionally. The money to provide these things will come from Qin."

The old woman froze again, subconsciously: "Bashan sword field?"

Ding Ning glanced at her and said, "Not only Bashan Jianchang."

The old woman was able to firmly control the power in her own hands in Wu's family. Naturally, she was not an ordinary person. She just took a deep breath and thoroughly thought about it, saying: "Old power."

Ding Ning did not speak again.

No denial means default.

In the past, the old dignitaries in Changling were the real power holders, and they had amazing wealth. Today, all the old dignitaries in Changling have fallen. Even the powerful man who has become a night owl in the world is just invisible. Xiao Xiong.

It was just that when those huge old powers and tyrants died out, most of the wealth was still a mystery.

Among all the old and powerful tyrants, the most recognized wealth is the two, the Lu family and the Gongsun family.