"It's coming as promised."
Then he said to the disciple next to him: "Let him come in."
"Old Yao, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and bring out the best tea leaves."
The two leaders in the cabinet also began to talk in detail.
"Have you taken a fancy to that disciple with good qualifications recently?"
"It's not peaceful recently. Many disciples from aristocratic families have not joined the sect. Where are there any qualified disciples?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Ming immediately opened the door to the room. When he looked at the fine tea that had just been brewed on the table, he sat unceremoniously on the north side of the square table.
"Such a good tea cannot be brewed for hundreds of years to produce such a fragrance." After picking up the teacup, Tang Ming took a sip, his eyes a little lonely.
"How ridiculous. The life of a mortal is only a few decades. The tea leaves planted casually are like their life. They are like seeds when they are young, become trees in middle age, and lose their leaves in old age. After the dust settles, everything will reincarnate... ..."
The life of a mortal is too short, and even if he is buried in peace, he will not be able to drink the tea he grew. As a monk, he has an enviable longevity, but he is no different from ordinary people, and his desire and greed are even worse.
"You two, can you tell me what you two think?" Tang Ming looked directly at the two leaders in front of him who had absolute control.
Old Yao Bo rubbed his tea cup and looked around, "This matter is usually decided by Zhou Gutong, and I will not interfere without authorization."
Since ancient times, whoever is stronger has the right to speak. Zhou Gutong, the strongest person in the Holy Land of Martial Arts, is the top among the seven sects in terms of strength and state of mind. Therefore, the matters he decides upon speaking out are generally Neither will change easily.
Based on his character, he is most likely to be the main combatant.
"Since everyone knows it well, I will say a few words behind closed doors." Tang Ming gestured.
The two consoles also glanced at each other in unison, and then waved their hands, and a ban blocked all rooms to prevent the voices of the speakers from being exposed.
"What is the result of the preliminary peace talks?" Tang Ming asked.
Old Man Yaopu just wanted to speak, but closed his mouth again, because it was more appropriate for Xuan Xiaozi to speak here.
Seeing the other party's attitude, Xuan Xiaozi couldn't help rolling his eyes, and then told the truth.
"The six demon sects are united this time. If they want to take back control of all dynasties, they want to hand you over."
Tang Ming's eyes trembled when he heard that he was the one negotiating the price. Although he had already guessed some possibilities, he still couldn't help but tremble in his heart after knowing the result.
"How do you two decide?"
When the topic turned to the two sect leaders, Xuan Xiaozi, who had always been the main combatant, looked a little lonely, "This time's conditions are almost the most profitable peace talks for the Holy Land of Martial Arts. Many elders have acquiesced in the deal. Reveal the truth in exchange for peace."
"It seems that it should be so..." Tang Ming was not surprised at all, because this was something that was tacitly understood.
It is impossible for the elders of the sect and the attached blood relatives to sacrifice their lives for an unrelated Tang Ming, if they just want a Yuan-building monk as a bargaining chip in exchange for peace.
Presumably no one would hesitate at all.
Looking at the two people's attitudes, Tang Ming probably knew their decision.
The first is De Xuan Xiaozi. He himself has never managed the affairs of the sect very much. As long as Zhou Gutong opens his mouth, he will agree without hesitation, whether it is peace talks or war.
Next is Old Man Yao Bo. He himself does not want to fight at all, otherwise he would not order his disciples to pick immature spiritual herbs. The purpose of doing this is to prevent his disciples from perishing without the herbs.
After all, resources are limited, and the number of people who can survive is destined to be extremely limited.
"So, in your heart, you don't want to start a war with the devil." Tang Ming expressed the two people's feelings.
After all, if there is no profit, who is willing to die?
At this time, the old man Yaopu finally responded, "There is no way. The current situation is no longer what it used to be. We can rely on the other two holy places to join forces to fight against the devil, one against six. This kind of thing is simply impossible." ."
After getting the answer, Tang Ming showed a solemn look, "Since you are not willing to start a war, there is no need to make the atmosphere so serious. I will persuade Zhou Gutong not to insist on fighting the devil."
The answer was already so obvious. If Tang Ming stayed any longer, it would only put the Martial Arts Holy Land into a dilemma.
"Farewell."
After saying that, Tang Ming stopped staying and walked out of the house immediately.
"How's it going? What's the attitude of Mr. Yaopu?" Ye Yuntian asked quietly from the side.
"Peace talks are good for everyone, fighting will only cause more innocent people to die." Tang Ming's indifferent voice sounded.
"Do you think so too?" Ye Yuntian stared at him.
"There is nothing to consider anymore. The current situation is like this. No one is willing to start another war. Otherwise, what happened to Canglan Holy Land yesterday will be what Martial Arts Holy Land looks like today."
Dragging his slightly tired body, Tang Ming slowly walked towards Xuantian Peak.
This was originally a mountain peak managed by Xuan Xiaozi, but he was never inside the sect, so it was quite deserted. Even the disciples in Xuantian Peak could hardly see a few figures.
Therefore, this place became a temporary residence for Canglan disciples, including Jiang Hanyi, who also rested here.
"Hey, why are you looking so sad?" Tang Ming's voice sounded.
Jiang Hanyi was also a little surprised when he heard this voice.
"Why are you here? I remember you should be in the meeting at the meeting now. Why, were you kicked out because your level was too low?" Jiang Hanyi joked slightly.
"Maybe, maybe they have already thought about how to drive me out of the Holy Land of Martial Arts and hand me over to those thieves from the Demonic Dao."
After the two of them finished speaking, they couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"Want to meet your sister? She is now able to use spiritual power to express her emotions."
"Really? It seems that my sister has grown up a lot."
After arriving at Xuantian Peak's cave, one could feel a hint of coldness.
After getting closer, you can see the prototype of the ice phoenix, and wrapped in it is Tang Rou's body.
"Without the powerful spiritual blessing from the Qiankun Realm, her cultivation gradually became a little slow."
Hearing this, Tang Ming also showed a little guilt, and then touched the crystal on the surface and said: "I'm sorry for making you suffer. Soon, my brother will go to the Scarlet Flame Holy Land to find the Blood Lin Fruit and help you wake up as soon as possible."
As the words fell, the cold air around him formed a hand and slowly touched Tang Ming's head, as if to comfort him not to blame himself.
"Thank you for being so considerate to my brother. After you recover, I will never leave your side again."
Just as the brother and sister were confiding their feelings to each other, a disciple suddenly shouted in an anxious voice.
"Holy Girl, what's wrong, our disciples are fighting with people from the Martial Arts Holy Land!"
