The fighting on the ground continued, and a scene ensued.
Just hearing a dragon's roar, strands of white and red gas continued to emerge from the void, extremely rich, and headed towards a yellow dragon from the south.
Although this luck was not very happy, Huang Long stepped forward to take a breath, and in the rich white-red gas, his body suddenly expanded several times, showing the true dragon appearance.
In the north, the same red dragon lost a lot of white and red energy, and its whole body was dripping with blood. One of its claws was almost completely broken, and it gradually degenerated into a red dragon.
As this comes and goes, the gap immediately becomes huge.
Several shadows hovered high in the sky, communicating with each other: "Over the years, we have gained some understanding of the struggle for dragons in this world. This defeat is considered by people in this world to be a decisive battle."
"If the North fails, then people's hearts will tend towards the South. This lost white and red spirit is the hearts of all the people and officials in the North and even the world. One will wax and wane, the other will wax and wane, and the offensive and defensive positions will change. This is a great danger."
"Your Highness Lingqian, why didn't you take action just now?"
Taoist Lingqian shook his head: "There are eyes paying attention to this place... Although this Chinese race is not supported by us, we have seen the foundation of destiny. It is the birth of pure dark side origin, not a disguise for people on the earth to suppress Yang Qi, which shows that this rise is also It is in line with the dark side revolution...but this does not mean that there is no secret support from the outer heaven, or it is a fishing hook to lure us to show up, so we cannot fall into the trap."
"Then we have to give up on Guo Ziyue? If we allow the Chinese to unify the world with the intervention of Heaven, I'm afraid it will cause some disturbance to major events, right?"
"Aren't you afraid...haven't you noticed? This is a minority group with only a few hundred thousand people in total. If they want to conquer the world, they have to go against the grain?"
"The red and black energy will soon spread to block the intervention of heaven, and this dark side revolution actually doesn't matter whose master it is... as long as you have hostility towards the bright side, that's enough." Taoist Lingqian's eyes were calm, full of confidence that he had a chance to win. .
Xiangzhou Xiatu·Former Residence
The trees on the ground are lush and lush, and it is already winter here. The Supreme Emperor abdicated the throne fifty years after he ascended the throne, and the second generation of emperors have been emperors for sixteen years.
This year, the Emperor was lucky enough to visit the land of Qianlong. The generals, governors, and princes there all welcomed him.
As the emperor entered the city, nine guns were fired, drums were played, hundreds of officials and the crowds on the street knelt to welcome him. In an instant, the officials and the people shouted: "Long live, long live, long live, long live."
The Supreme Emperor was sitting on his seat and did not listen. He did not wake up until the main entrance of the palace, and saw all the officials and princes kneeling to greet him. He ordered: "Get up, I am tired today. There will be a banquet at Qingbo Pavilion tomorrow - you are dismissed today." stop"
The officials dispersed in accordance with the order. The palace was surrounded by a vast and clean view, connected by corridors. Amidst the sounds of bells, cauldrons, pans, zithers and flutes, the Supreme Emperor entered, and only a few princes followed.
The Supreme Emperor looked around and saw jade belts and purple silk ribbons. Only a few people were still there.
Back then, the world was unified, the monarch and his ministers were in harmony with each other, the Qing system was promulgated, and efforts were made to govern the country. But now the autumn silence has made the emperor look forward to the day of Yanghua - this day is not far away.
"Your Majesty, Marquis Yun has arrived and will be received by Your Majesty."
The Supreme Emperor listened and said calmly: "Pass in"
After a while, Marquis Han Ziwei came in to see him. After bowing, the Supreme Emperor waved the people away and said with a smile: "Han Qing, you look like this, you are getting old too."
"Although Your Majesty is old, his time is coming soon and he will surely regain his youth." Han Ziwei stood up and said with a smile.
"That's what I say, but these times are not easy." The Supreme Emperor Liu Zhen said calmly: "Fortunately, I still have some minions here."
Even Han Ziwei didn't dare to accept what he said.
It turns out that the former prince, who is now the emperor, has extraordinary appearance and decisive personality. After he ascended the throne, he still lurked and tolerated it for the first five years. After five years, the power gradually shrank from his hands, creating a situation where everything is determined by nature.
In the blink of an eye, ten years later, he had controlled most of them. However, the Supreme Emperor was no ordinary person. He still controlled an army of 70,000 people. He was able to protect himself without being able to break his skin.
"Come forward with me"
After a long silence, the Supreme Emperor said, Han Ziwei arrived at the high platform as he should.
"Open the Sky Mirror" the Supreme Emperor commanded calmly.
"Yes" several Taoist priests responded. Suddenly, a mirror appeared out of thin air. It began to be blurry and gradually became clear.
The first thing I saw was the Supreme Emperor. He had a rich green energy with traces of purple energy. The Supreme Emperor waved away the Taoist again and then said with a smile: "When I unified the world, all the imperial energy in my body was like this - dark green with purple.
, at that time the dragon energy in the world was reddish and slightly yellow.”
"I have been in office for fifty years, running the Qing system, and the country is prosperous. When I abdicated, the purple energy gathered, and there was no trace of the green spirit anymore. But after fifteen years of abdication, there are only a few traces of purple energy left."
"But my son is indeed a wise king. In the past ten years of governance, the dragon's aura has turned from light yellow to strong. Unfortunately, the time has come, otherwise there is still room."
As soon as he said this, the mirror quickly opened up, and he saw mountains, rivers, and land. There was also a large yellow river, slightly red, surging, and underneath there was a faint green riverbed, which was the luck of the imperial court.
This means that the government is harmonious and people are harmonious, the work is stable and prosperous, and it is an unprecedented prosperous era.
"Such a great country and the joy of being a king cannot be compared to that of gods and immortals. No wonder my son is psychologically conflicted and does not want to believe that the end is coming. I understand his thoughts. It's just destiny. What can I do?"
"I just need to keep it going for another half a year."
"Han Qing, look at this situation, how many Han people can be yanghua?"
Han Ziwei breathed a sigh of relief, thought carefully, and said: "When Cheng Zu founded the dynasty, the Qing system was not yet perfect, but it can be said that after three hundred years of exploration, this is the level we can reach."
"Nowadays, green production has been in operation since the beginning, and there are mature workshops all over the world - but the time is still short, and the connotation of savings is insufficient."
"The population of Yanghua is probably about half of that of Yanghua back then."
"Half is enough." The Supreme Emperor Liu Zhen's eyes were dark, and after hearing this, he seemed to be lacking, so he said this again.
If this dynasty is opened by oneself and one can convert 70,000 to 80,000 Han people, the influence of one's own Yangconization will be greater, instead of being just a small clan back then.
Nanlian Mountain·Han Palace
As soon as the door of the carved room was pushed open, the wind and rain hit us head-on. The air was fresh, cool and refreshing.
Although it was morning, the sky was still dark outside. A girl in sword uniform came out, her steps were light and dusty, and her eyes swept every corner of the corridor. Most of the time, the King of Han and his concubine rested in the cave. Occasionally, they were in a mood.
We will stay overnight in the old courtyard outside the cave, so we will naturally be more cautious in our security work.
"Bah...Lingling, Lingling, you don't have the status of a concubine..."
Zhou Ling blushed and spat softly, reminding herself that it was just a young master's sword, at most it was a girl's sword that occasionally did embarrassing things. She set her mind and habitually probed. Every trace of outside movement should be in her heartstrings, like the slightest movement of a sword thread.
The trembling vibrations made her mind expand, as if she was integrated with the heaven and earth.
The majestic torrential rain that started yesterday poured water on the eaves, plantains, and courtyards. Insects were crawling under the grass stems. The ground was shaking slightly. The rolling steel wheels of the train rolled across the platform in the distance.
After stopping for a moment, it rumbled towards the north again... and disappeared outside the realm of spiritual awareness.
"Safe... safe... no source of danger..."
The brilliance scanned by Yang Shen converged into the body, and the main courtyard was shielded by the immortal formation, but with her authority and ears as a Taoist monk, she could still hear the whispers of the sisters in the pavilion: "The Beimang Mountain Ten Thousand Miles Railway that took four years,
It is finally fully open to traffic, assisting in the transportation of bulk materials to the Eastern Wasteland...it can be considered a matter of completion."
"Cheap means cheap enough to transport civilian goods, but I'm afraid it will attract attacks from external demons..."
"Husband, have you made any preparations?"
"Haha... I just want to attract them." A gentle male voice said with a smile: "Separate protection and maintenance, using the rails to fight for the enemy's life, this business... Hey, just now Junzhou went down to the soil for the first time to worship the heaven...
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The door was open but not yet closed. The warmth of the Xiang Pavilion came out, with a certain sweet smell. Early in the morning, there was another woman humming softly. The young swordsman thought of it, and walked away with some heat and embarrassment. What happened next
I stopped listening to those words.
Ye Qing said later: "Hey, Xiangzhou has become yanghua, which is a great thing."
"This matter must be handled solemnly."
When she arrived at the front yard and went to the back hill as a habit, she met someone who surprised her. The chief swordsman in the house who had disappeared for four years was heading to the political hall in a dusty state.
This middle-aged man had a sharp temperament, and he realized it in a moment. He turned around and saw the girl's eyes softening again: "Lingling doesn't recognize me?"
"Uncle Yun."
The young swordsman would never forget the elders whom she had known since childhood. She went over to pay homage and asked politely: "Are you back again?"
She had the impression that the other party had gone back to the south. The Qian family was developing in Wuzhou, south of Shiwanda Mountain. Recently, the Han Navy had just opened the Wuhe route via Jiangzhou, but the information she had only said that they had brought back a batch of high-quality ships.
Fajian didn't say that there was Qian's family in the returning trade fleet... If there was a defection, she would be the leader of the Gray Guards and wouldn't know it.
"Being on a mission doesn't mean I'm back. I'm here as an envoy from the State of Chu to pay homage to your young master... Oh, now I'm called the King of Han."
Qian Xingyun looked at the young girl walking over. At a close distance, he felt that the power of Yang Shen was not inferior to his own. He hadn't seen the sword energy condensed in several years or even surpassed his own. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "I am here with Ling Ling."
You have some connections, but...it's a bit complicated, and you probably aren't interested in hearing it, so I won't go into it."
"Oh...then, goodbye."
Watching the old elder hurriedly go to the main hall, Zhou Ling chewed on the meaning of the words Chu State Envoy. She felt a little strange in her heart, but knowing that it was not the Qian family who wanted to come over, she still pressed it.
Not willing to delve into things that are too complicated, Young Master will always do everything well.
"Ah... I haven't finished today's sword training routine yet."
The girl sword cultivator headed towards the back mountain, her figure disappearing into the mist of the mountain road, rain or shine, just like before, and above Nanlian Mountain, a new round of astronomical tides in the 20th year of Da Cai Pingjing is rolling past here, straight to the west