Fu and Xueyu abide by the faith together and devote themselves to the happy alliance.
According to the favorable conditions of the land, the army will be supported by military expenses; each year, two hundred thousand pieces of silk and one hundred thousand taels of silver will be given to the Third Division to send people to the snow-covered forecourt for delivery. Dafu and the other countries in the snowy region became brothers. The troops of the border states each guard their borders.
Households in the two places are not allowed to invade each other. Maybe there are thieves who are trying to escape, but they don't give orders to stop. As for the crops in Longmu, don’t indulge in panic in the north and south. All the cities of the two dynasties can still be defended. Tao Hao has been repaired and everything is as usual.
The oath stipulated that it would be signed every three years, and apart from that, they had nothing to ask for. We must work together to survive for a long time. From then on, he guarded Li Xian and guarded the borders carefully.
Submit it to the gods of heaven and earth, and report it to the ancestral temple and the state. The descendants will guard it together, and the legacy will be endless. With the alliance between Chongqing and Chongqing, we cannot enjoy the country. Zhaozhao Tianjian should be killed together.
——"In the third year of Daguan, Emperor Fu would like to send a letter to the kings of the snowy land"
…
Dafu in the northern border, a snow-covered hunting ground!
It has been five years since the Dafu in the third year of Daguan established the negotiation field with the countries in the Snow Territory, and the Snow Territory Alliance is about to be signed for the third time.
After five or nearly six years of construction, the market has developed into a sizable city.
Under the gloomy sky, the cold wind howled and heavy snow fell.
Looking around, the entire snow-covered forecourt was shrouded in wind and snow, like a giant beast lying across the snowfield, majestic and shocking.
night.
Xuanli Street is brightly lit.
Along the way, the roadside was full of hawkers and sellers carrying burdens. In the heavy snow, everyone was in a hurry and there was a lot of traffic.
"Sir, what do you want to buy? These are fine hairpins." An old woman wearing a coarse cotton-padded jacket, with a flushed face, looked at the handsome young man in front of her, wearing a white fur robe and cloak. .
"According to the calculations of the human race, it's time for Aman to hold a hairpin after the new year. Let's buy her a hairpin." Thinking of this, the young man's stern face changed. He nodded and said: "It's best of."
Hearing that the 'taken advantage of' asked for the best, the old woman was immediately overjoyed. She immediately nodded and bowed and said: "Okay, wait a moment, sir. The old woman has a treasure that is the treasure of the store, which was made by the ancestor!" "
As she spoke, the old woman took out a simple, even cracked wooden box from the cloth bag on her waist and handed it to the young man. This is already the number one treasure she has sold that was handmade by her ancestor.
"Master!" Just when the young man was about to reach out and take it, a middle-aged man walked over quickly from not far away and said quickly:
"Aman took Amon to Bianjing!"
"Bianjing?" Hearing the big man's words, the young man was slightly startled, then frowned and said, "What is she doing in Bianjing?"
While talking, he did not forget to take the treasure of the store from the old woman's hand. The big man stepped forward when he saw this. Before he could ask the price, the old woman immediately said: "It's always the same."
Well, I earned more than 600 yuan with tears and anger!
The big man didn't waste any time, he put his hand directly into the clothes on his abdomen, and then actually took out a lot of money, which surprised the old woman.
The young man opened the wooden box and took out the beautifully carved and simple wooden hairpin, and walked forward. At the same time, he also said: "I didn't write to tell her that I would be back from Dazhou in the near future. Logically speaking, she would not leave. .”
"But what happened?"
Looking at the young man's appearance, the big man hesitated, but still said: "Di Jiang went to Bianjing, and I heard that he found the whereabouts of the Dao Palace."
"Aman knows the importance of that palace to the master, and God Jiang never takes the master seriously, so..." After saying that, seeing the young man still looking at the hairpin carefully, he paused and continued:
"So, Ah Man took the drop of immortal blood and went to Bianjing."
"This girl." After listening to the big man's words, the young man sighed, put away the hairpin, kept it close to his body, and said: "Send a message to Dijiang and ask him to take good care of Aman, and be sure to bring him back to me intact."
"If something goes wrong with Ah Man and he loses half of his hair, don't blame me, a junior, for not giving him face as an uncle."
"That Dao Palace?" The big man asked tentatively.
"Since we know that it is in Bianjing, the human race must return it. This is the property of my Snow Mist Forest. Who dares to steal it?" As he said, the young man paused slightly and said: "If the human race steals it, then the Immortal Sect must Give me an explanation from Snow Mist Forest, otherwise, let’s start a war!”
"The Forbidden Land is connected with the same energy, and we are married to the human race in the Snowy Land. Those warriors who are human-monster hybrids are naturally powerful and talented. The other forbidden land demon races also intend to follow suit, and we are united with the human race."
"Hmph, as our strength has skyrocketed, even those immortal sects, caves, and ancient sects dare not offend us on this matter! The fact that the four forbidden areas have not taken action for many years does not mean that we have really escaped from the world."
"In the battle to overthrow the Qin Dynasty, if we, the demon clan, had not risked our lives and rushed to the front, these immortal gates, caves, and ancient clans' great religions..." After saying this, the young man paused, then shook his head and said nothing.
"Young Master is wise!" The big man looked at the young master's appearance of being in control of everything, his eyes were wild, and he said angrily:
"Dijiang is just too cowardly. He keeps saying that the overall situation is the most important thing, but in the end he always gives in in front of the people of the Immortal Sect. It is because of his cowardice that only a mere human race dares to get his hands on the belongings of my demon race!"
"Dijiang?" The young man's eyes turned cold and he said:
"Sooner or later I will make him understand who has the final say in this demon clan!
I will also let him watch how I lead the demon clan to be superior to those immortal gates, caves, ancient clans, great religions, and holy lands! "
…
Dafu, Bianjing.
The first show at the Lotus Tower ended, and the first batch of guests discussed the plot of A Chinese Ghost Story in small groups, with unfinished expressions on everyone's faces.
Among the crowd, among the Sang family tiles.
Walking slowly on the brightly lit and noisy street, County Prime Minister Xiang Tu smiled and looked at Zhao Jian, who was wearing a red cloak and looking at the street scene, and said:
"Master Zhao, how about Xiaofeng's 'A Chinese Ghost Story'?"
"It's remarkable." Zhao Jian looked away from a few drunken men who were shouting lines from "A Chinese Ghost Story" and said, "However, people are people, and monsters are always monsters. How can we fall in love?"
"How can a person who is so crazy and has no regard for ethics develop a love for an animal? How can a human being sleep in the same bed with a caterpillar?"
After saying this, Xiang Tu looked a little unnatural.
As he spoke, Zhao Jian raised his dark eyebrows slightly, chuckled, and shook his head, "Although the scholar and the female ghost are not allowed to fall in love with each other, in my opinion, it is better than a human being and a demon. After all, the female ghost is also the soul of a person after death. Transformed."
When he heard Zhao Jian say that scholars and female ghosts are better than humans and monsters, Xiang Tu's brows relaxed and a smile began to appear in his eyes.
"However, today's Goulanxing also reminded me." At this time, Zhao Jian said again.
"I wonder what you are talking about, sir?" Xiang Tu asked puzzled.
"Didn't you notice?" Zhao Jian looked at another group of men who were stumbling around after drinking and supporting each other, and said, "Look at their boots. They are belongings to the Forbidden Army, as well as soldiers from the patrol of the Xiang Army."
"The regular customers of Goulan Theater are all soldiers. In recent years, the imperial court has recruited soldiers without restraint, and military expenses have increased year by year. This has been a big harm! There are also too many officials, all of which cost money!"
"In addition, in recent years, the imperial court has neither increased revenue nor reduced expenditure, and its finances have been severely damaged. Reform is imminent..."
After listening to Zhao Jian's words, Xiang Tu lowered his head, his expression unreadable, and just said: "Xiang Tu admires Scholar Zhao's ambition!"
"Wow!" At this moment, there was a sudden uproar from the butcher shop not far away, and Zhao Jian and Xiang Tu couldn't help but look at it.
I saw a few soldiers who had drunkenly drank together, and many people gathered around the butcher shop out of curiosity.
"Hiss! Such a big rabbit? So fat after skinning it?!"
"Look at that sheep. It's so big. Is the leg of lamb as good as the leg of cow? I've never seen such a fat sheep!"
"The death of these rabbits and sheeps looks like they were pierced through the skull with a hidden weapon, right? Tsk, tsk, that master was so boring that his skull was broken?"
"But why does the blood smell of rabbits and sheep smell like humans?" A few experts from the patrol soldiers belonging to the Xiang Army asked curiously.
"..."
A group of people were discussing. At this time, Di Jiang, who was wearing red clothes, was passing by the crowd, holding a wine bottle in his hand and drinking to himself.
But just as he passed the butcher's shop, his body suddenly froze, and he turned his head sharply to look at the crowd, passing through the gap.
Finally, his eyes fell on the skinned rabbit on the chopping board and the big sheep that was cut into pieces and hung up.
Of course, Zhao Jian was also stunned at this time.
"Wanru Spiritual Energy? Has someone come from Cave Heaven? Why didn't I know?" Zhao Jian raised his feet and walked towards the crowd with a thought in his heart. At the same time, he couldn't help but wonder, "A person from Wanru Cave Heaven came and killed two monsters?"
"Scholar Zhao?" Xiang Tu watched Zhao Jian striding towards the butcher shop, and quickly followed, but the strangeness in his expression disappeared briefly.
He saw Di Jiang and felt the strong smell of demon blood.
"..."
