It was already dark, but there were still a large number of people gathered outside the four gates of Jialing City.
This scene is not unique to Jialing City. Today, all cities and even villages in Middle-earth are showing scenes of empty streets.
This is an era of scarcity of information. Mortals who are not cultivators cannot know the outcome of the Longmen War immediately, so they can only wait for the report from the court.
In order to let the people get the information as soon as possible, the court has made great efforts in the past ten years.
Based on the post that has been passed down for countless years, and combined with the flying letters of the Royal Cultivation Academy, the imperial court established a new "Qianli Post" at the county post in the thirty-sixth county, and also set up dozens of hundred-mile posts below, with
Hundreds of Shiliyi. For example, if the imperial court wants to send a report about the catastrophe, it will be drafted by Zhongshu Province first, and then approved. The report will be delivered to Qianliyi in the thirty-six counties immediately, and then Qianliyi.
Yi passed it on to Bailiyi. After Bailiyi received it, he passed it on again.
Passed it to Shiliyi.
It seems cumbersome, but it is actually very efficient.
Qianliyi can be regarded as the provincial capital of a county.
Bailiyi is the capital of each state under the jurisdiction of this county.
Shiliyi can be regarded as a county.
This brand-new way of transmitting information does not use horses as a transmission tool, but is a method used by cultivators to pass messages.
In the past, when the imperial court issued a message, it would first go to the county, then to the prefecture, and finally to the county. Three or two months might have passed.
Now the speed of delivery has been greatly improved. Through the circulation of several stations, a small county town can get the message in as little as an hour. There is no need to wait for a long time like before.
At the west gate of Jialing City, Yuan Xiaolou stood at the front of the crowd, waiting for the court's latest battle report on the Longmen Battle.
The reason why she was at the front of the crowd and closest to the arrival notice was not because she came to the queue very early, but because of the loser next to her.
This morning, when Yuan Xiaolou and his grandfather rushed to the city gate, they found that the place was already crowded.
Yuan Xiaolou, who was eager to know Ye Xiaochuan's condition, instigated his rice bucket to do bad things for the first time and pushed aside the people who were blocking his way.
That's why she has such an excellent position.
Starting from noon today, the latest battle reports will be posted every hour.
However, the battle report posted was not the latest news, but the battle situation at Longmen about two hours ago.
In other words, although these mortals are also watching the live broadcast, there is a two-hour delay. Unlike those cultivators who can broadcast live through the magic sound mirror.
Finally, another arrival notice was posted. No one was making any noise, only a guy with a loud voice was reciting the contents of the arrival notice loudly.
The delay in the content was ridiculous. There was only a quarter of an hour left in the Battle of Dragon Gate, but the content on the report turned out to be that the disciples of Gui Xuan Sect had used weird and unpredictable magical powers to make thousands of heavenly monks kill each other.
However, more content in the arrival report was about the battle between Longmen Ancient City and Longbei Mountain.
This cannot be blamed on the court.
The court's report of arrival is for mortals to see. Mortals are actually more concerned about mortal wars. The battles of cultivators are too far away for them.
Of course, there is also a jade machine that is hindering this.
Yu Jizi didn't want the disciples of Gui Xuan Zong to be too powerful, so he could only reduce the length of the fight between Gui Xuan Zong.
Mortals don't know this. When they heard that the world had the upper hand, countless people cheered loudly.
Yuan Xiaolou hugged his fat body and jumped up and down, as happy as a child.
Rice Tong looked helpless.
Even more helpless is the old storyteller.
He had been here with his granddaughter all day, guarding the court's arrival reports. Not to mention making money, he didn't even eat a mouthful of hot rice. He only squatted at the base of the city wall and ate half of a hard cold steamed bun.
The old storyteller was very indifferent to the war in Longmen. From the beginning to the end, he did not even look at the words in the arrival report.
However, he was well aware of the progress of the Longmen War.
He never fights alone, there is a mysterious organization hidden behind him.
Huang Tian.
Huang Tian's seven masters are now on the Longmen battlefield, and every move on the Longmen battlefield is immediately reported to the old storyteller.
The old storyteller originally wanted to tell Yuan Xiaolou not to wait here for the court to report. Not to mention the delay, the main report was the mortal battle report on Longmen and Longbei Mountain. The real battle report about the cultivators in the sky did not occupy a large space.
However, looking at Yuan Xiaolou who had been waiting expectantly for an hour for the arrival report to come out all day long, and looking at Yuan Xiaolou's happy look, the old storyteller did not tell Yuan Xiaolou that he had a secret.
channels.
Yuan Xiaolou was extremely happy. She felt that her happiness should be shared with her grandfather, so she dragged her rice pail to the place where the old storyteller had slipped by the wall.
He shouted: "Grandpa, Grandpa, did you hear that the disciples of Guixuan Sect showed off their power and used some unknown means to make thousands of heavenly beings and six tribes kill each other, causing heavy casualties!"
The old storyteller seemed to be very cold. He lit a small bonfire in front of him and kept rubbing his calloused and wrinkled hands on the flames.
Without raising his head, he said: "I heard it, I heard it. Grandpa is not deaf. I said, girl, it's dark and freezing today. Let's go to Yizhuang to rest first."
Yuan Xiaolou shook his head and said: "I don't! I want to wait until the news of my husband's victory in the end!"
The old storyteller smiled bitterly and said: "There is a delay of about two hours between the arrival of the imperial court and the war in the Western Region. It is already dark here, and it is almost sunset over Longmen in the Western Region.
You have to wait for the final result of the Dragon Gate War, probably in the middle of the night.
It's the twelfth lunar month, and the wind is biting and as cold as a knife. Do you want to watch your grandpa freeze to death in this cold wind?
It’s not easy to know the result. If you go out to the street and ask tomorrow morning, won’t you know everything?”
Yuan Xiaolou originally wanted to wait at the city gate, but when he saw that his grandfather seemed to be really shivering from the cold, he felt a little unbearable.
She said: "Grandpa, why don't you and Fan Tong go back first? I'll be here by myself."
The old storyteller rolled his eyes strangely and said: "Xiaolou, grandpa knows that you are worried about that kid, but grandpa can tell you with certainty that nothing will happen to him. Let's go, don't waste time here...
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The old storyteller stood up, stamped out the small group of flames in front of him with his feet, grabbed the bamboo curtain leaning against the city wall, jumped across it, and climbed onto the back of the rice pail.
Although you are so strong and healthy, where is that bad old man who was still shivering just now?
Watching his grandfather riding his rice pail along the foot of the wall, he then looked at the countless cheering crowds. Yuan Xiaolou pouted and had no choice but to follow him, turning back every step of the way.
