"Attack on Chu?" Tang Ping asked in surprise.
"Yes, they are planning to attack Chu State." Nanlumeng and Tang Ping have been friends for many years, and they will share any news immediately.
"I see, it seems I'm going to hide in advance."
After the Zuo Xing incident last time, Tang Ping grew a little beard and looked much more mature.
"The Chu State is powerful and has developed too fast in recent years. Its policy of dividing the land among the barbarians has attracted many barbarian slaves from neighboring countries to seek refuge. The barbarians are just returning it. Slaves are the assets of other countries. The bottom line is not to use slaves from other countries. So the two families decided to punish the Chu State. , No, it should be three."
Behind Wu Guo is Ji Guo. Yu Renqing and Yu Renlong are wearing the same pants.
The Three Kingdoms attacked Chu. This time Nanlu Meng was not very optimistic about Chu.
Being attacked on three sides, one must either go into exile or destroy the country.
One person and one ghost talked while boarding a raft on the river.
Above the head is the candlelight of the snake holding the candle, like the bright moon, illuminating the dark Jianxia Gorge.
The breeze blew through the dark river water, and the water on both sides reflected the sparkling waves.
A pale human face slowly emerged from the water on the raft. Tang Ping's eyes widened, and the human face jumped into the water in fear.
"There is no distinction between yin and yang here. People and ghosts live together. Mortals who come here will be scared to death." Nan Lumeng said with a smile.
The raft traveled upstream of the river, all the way upstream. The river slowly widened. After an unknown amount of time, a straight mountain peak appeared in the middle of the river.
The peak is hundreds of miles wide and occupies one-third of the river surface.
Soaring straight into the sky, tens of thousands of feet high, straight into the clouds, Tang Ping was surprised to find that the top of this place was the Zhuyue.
Looking at the surface of the mountain covered with moss and faintly covered with fish scales, Tang Ping had an idea in his heart.
"That's right, this is the body of the great god of the candle-bearing snake. The great god is huge and can eat people from nine peaks in one day. In order to avoid unnecessary consumption, the great god sleeps and usually wakes up once every sixty years."
Nanlumeng had nothing to hide, and the raft stopped at the edge of the mountain.
Whenever the candle-bearing snake wakes up, it's time for them to prepare blood meals.
Nanlumeng muttered words.
call!
A green wind rose from the river, forming a whirlwind, and the eye of the wind enveloped the raft.
Tang Ping only felt the raft rising, and then rising to an unknown place, going back and forth, twisting and turning.
The whirlwind obscured his gaze to the outside world.
After a long time, the raft landed and the green wind dispersed.
Tang Ping looked up and saw the fragrance of flowers, the sun was shining brightly, the vegetation was lush, and the flowers were in full bloom.
There are animals from the north and south in the woods, grass, and streams.
Wildfires are extinguished and thunder beasts roar.
A huge stone palace sits among the flowers.
There are snake people, mortals, tattooed southern barbarians, eagles flying in the sky, and rare and exotic beasts running on the ground.
Tang Ping also noticed a strange tree, like a bread tree. Everything grew on the tree, including clothes, grilled chicken, grilled fish, and rice. People here looked for these things to eat when they were hungry.
The two came to the palace. There were many people in the palace, and there were three stone chairs in the center of the palace.
On the left is a strong man with carved tattoos and clad in animal skins, in the middle is an old man with a human head and a green snake body, and on the right is a normal man with white beard and hair and a fairy-like spirit. However, if you look closely, it is abnormal. This old man's hair keeps growing. It changes, sometimes cyan, sometimes white, sometimes yellow.
"Three great gods have been brought here. This is the Jade Cauldron Immortal Tang Ping whom I often mention. He is good at refining elixirs and making medicines with superb craftsmanship. These three are..."
Nanlumeng is introduced from left to right, namely the Lord of Diaoti, the Seventeenth King of Nanlu, and Xiaofu.
All of them are practicing Qi refining.
The King of Nanlu in the center stood up, propped his tail on the ground, smiled enthusiastically, and said, "Yes, he is a talent. Do you want to consider joining the Mingzhu Palace?"
"What is Mingzhu Palace...?" Tang Ping was a little confused.
"Mingzhu Palace can refer to Haidai's sect. It does not look at blood groups, but only knowledge and abilities. There is mutual communication within the organization. Outsiders in Mingzhu Palace cannot trade rare treasures."
"You can join, what do I need to do? Let me tell you first, I am not good at fighting." This is the first time Tang Ping has come into contact with this sect, not counting Meishan. The real masters of Meishan are the direct descendants of Zhang Wulang, and the essence is still the same. Family organization.
As for joining this organization, Tang Ping has no other ideas. As the saying goes, he is hiding in the city.
There are four vests in total: altar, pool, yintu, and banyan tree.
"Of course not. Can you hand over six of those water jade red soul pills that you are good at in a month?"
"It's very difficult. It can only take one at most. It also has side effects and will make the body stiff for a period of time."
Several people looked at each other, and King Nanlu smiled again: "That's okay, just one. If you are in need of medicinal herbs, please contact Father Xiao, if you are in need of beast bone demon pills, please contact the Lord of Diao Ti Kingdom. For other miscellaneous items, you can ask me." Of course, they all collect ghost money. If others ask you to help, you should also collect it, so don't break the rules."
"yes!"
After saying that, a bronze medal flew over.
"This is the token of the Mingzhu Palace. You can enter this place with this card. You can show it to the outside world. Several small countries around you dare not touch it."
Tang Ping took the bronze medal and wrote four strange characters on Ming Zhu Shen Gong, which he could barely distinguish.
"Then I'll take my leave first."
Nanlumeng went back with Tang Ping.
On the way, Nan Lumeng was a little excited and said: "I didn't expect the king to invite you directly. I haven't appeared for many years. I thought I was placing an order for you, but now we are our own."
"Haha, one of my own." Tang Ping's eyes were deep, and this identity was really interesting. "I'll go back first. Fellow Taoist, remember to ask about the news about overseas pheasants."
Meishan, beside the altar.
Zhang Wulang is sitting in meditation, surrounded by tigers, black dogs, cheetahs, and white wolf kings.
The black energy in the sky continued to merge into his body.
At this time, ghosts and gods appeared in the sky above their heads.
Zhang Wulang opened his eyes, a flash of green light flashed in his eyes, stood up and bowed: "Greetings to the Lord God."
"The three kingdoms Wu, Ji, and Ren are preparing to join forces to attack Chu. Are you ready?" Tang Ping's voice was low, and his brows were filled with silvery light.
"We are always prepared. In this battle, we will either dominate or perish. The disciples have nothing to fear." Zhang Wulang's eyes flashed with excitement, "Xiong Ba worked hard day and night to practice the secret skills of the late king and Chi Songzi. He wore armor when sleeping with a Weapons, always be vigilant and wait for dawn. Lord Shen, this battle will not let you down."
It has been more than two hundred years since his father, Zhang Cong, settled in Meishan and established the rule that the Zhang family only practices magic. Zhang Wulang is also two hundred years old and has accumulated almost the same amount of knowledge.
"Stay prepared... very good, I will also send down my divine power when the time comes."
"God Lord surrender to Zhang Xian. Disciple wants to give it a try. What if he can break through?"
"Okay. The gods will also come out to support us, and Qunyu County can recruit 15,000 soldiers."
"Fifteen thousand soldiers?" Zhang Wulang asked in surprise. Such a small place can not only feed 100,000 people, but also recruit soldiers?
This county system is really surprising. According to this standard, Chu State’s one million square kilometers of land, even if it is less, cannot support 70 to 80 million people?
Looking at the results of this war, if the county system shines, perhaps Xiong Ba can be considered to expand the size of the county.
"My words have been brought here. You can come up with your own strategies when you go back."
After that, Tang Ping disappeared.
His philosophy has always been to let future generations develop their talents, whether good or bad, it is the path they choose.
Except for the underground master's territory, everything is foreign. In the final analysis, his territory is only the size of a county.
It flourishes and dies suddenly, which are all laws of nature.
Tang Ping used the secret method of subjugation to help. If he really died, it would prove that the current system was still too advanced. The next time Chu State was rebuilt, it should be more conservative.
Just as I was thinking about it, I arrived at Qunyu Mountain without realizing it.
The county town at the foot of the mountain is peaceful, and the clouds on the mountain are calm and the wind is gentle.
(End of chapter)
