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Chapter 14 Nirvana Tung in Void Mountain (Part 1)

 The mountain breeze is clear and sweet, as sweet as wine. It comes from the sky of the sky, flows along the mountain top surrounded by stars, runs through the vast undulating sea of ​​clouds, rushes all the way down, and blows past a flawless white gemstone tree halfway up the mountain.

"Ding ding dong dong..." Under the painted eaves of the nest building of the Yingluo tree, the hanging wind chimes collided with each other, making a sound like running water.

The Chao Tower is a unique building of the Yu people. It is built on the back of a tree, with branches as the skeleton and flowers and leaves as decorations. The shape is layered, exquisite and beautiful.

Hundreds of Yu tribesmen, dressed in fine clothes and with gems in their hair, were waiting in line in front of the nest building. Through the lattice window lattice entwined with branches and leaves, they could vaguely see the thin figure sitting in a wheelchair behind the purple luminous curtain.

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"Hui Tribe, Shui Tribe, Qiu Tribe, Fungi Tribe, Jiucha Tribe, Tianyan Tribe...these sixteen vassal tribes, next year's annual tribute will be reduced by half, the Wu Tribe's annual tribute will be increased by half, the Xiao Tribe, Lin Tribe

The annual tribute will be increased by 10%, and the offerings from other clans will remain the same." Mr. Zhu Yi slowly put down the silver quill pen he commanded, placed it on the armrest of his wheelchair, coughed a few times, and a sickly blush appeared on his thin cheeks.<

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His brows were soft, his manners were graceful, and his voice was gentle and gentle, like the ebony incense drifting across the desk. However, his face was surprisingly pale, so white that it was almost transparent, making him look sickly.

He Ling'er, who was standing by, glanced at him worriedly and held up the red clay box. The young master in Zhu Yi picked up the golden seal of the bright-winged crane, dipped it in the seal mud, and stamped it on the document.

He Ling'er took it, carefully dried the gold-sprinkled ink stains on the paper, and handed it to Yu Ren who was standing opposite. The visitor bowed and left.

"Next one." A bright white face appeared on the towering trunk of the tree, making a clearer and brighter sound.

A feathered man wearing a gray cloak walked in quietly, his steps were as light as smoke, and his head and face were shrouded in a dark hood, like a ghost hiding in the dark.

He knelt down on one knee, bowed his head and kissed the toe of Mr. Zhu Yi's shoe with an extremely pious attitude.

"What's going on with the Wu clan recently?" Young Master Zhu Yi asked.

"Same as in previous years, they have been staying at Pimu Diqiu in the western part of Tianhuang, guarding their ancestral home and focusing on reclamation and production. There have been no other changes." Yu Ren's voice was erratic, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, making it difficult to distinguish.

Show his accent.

"It's bearable." Mr. Zhu Yi closed his eyes and thought for a while, "How is the Gou clan we supported now?"

"With our secret support, the Ju clan's power in the shaman clan has grown day by day. The leader of the Ju clan, Jurong, has been promoted to one of the eight guardian witches of the ancestral court."

"Continue to divide the Witch Clan, win over a group, suppress a group, select a few outstanding young people from the Witch Clan, give them generous rewards, and allow them to come to the middle of my world to practice. This year I added half of the Wu Clan's offerings.

, you should pay attention to their reactions and report them in time."

The feathered man leaned down to accept the order, kissed the toes of Master Zhu Yi again, and retreated like a ghost.

Then came in an old man from the Dove tribe wearing an official robe with colorful feathers and white beard and hair.

"Give me a seat." Mr. Zhu Yi looked solemn and bowed slightly, "Old Gege, thank you for your hard work for traveling all the way."

"He Xiang has a lot of things to do every day, and he works harder than an old man." The old man from the Gebu department returned the courtesy solemnly, and looked at Mr. Zhu Yi with concern, "He Xiang has a body of gold, so you must take care of yourself."

Young Master Zhu Yi smiled and shook his head: "We are both from the Yu Clan, who is more valuable than the other? Elder Ge needs to take care of his health and work hard for the great cause of our Yu Clan. By the way, what is the current war situation between Yan and Chu?"

"Two months ago, the leader of the Yan Kingdom, Murong Guan, personally led the troops and commanded all the grassland tribes, totaling 800,000 troops, and entered the border of Da Chu. Six days ago, Murong Guan personally killed the Chu army general Wei Wei, and the Yan army broke through.

The Yumenguan of Dachu was so dangerous that they drove straight into the country and have now reached the outside of Xiangzhou City. According to our investigation, Murong Guan has entered the high level of Lianxu Hedao and is only one step away from the peak."

"Murong Guan's ambition is not small."

"He should have the full support of the Demonic Sect. If the Taoist Sect of Dachu takes action, the Demonic Sect will respond to it. Although Jin and Chu have an alliance, the Taoist Sect of Dajin is busy dealing with the Buddhist sect, and the Jin court is also involved.

In the turmoil of the conflict between Buddhism and Taoism, no one had time to help Dachu."

Master Zhu Yi smiled faintly: "Murong Guan also got the tacit approval of our Yu clan, otherwise he would dare to invade the Chu territory in a large scale?"

The old man from Gebu was stunned when he heard this: "He Xiang, are you..."

"It's not me." Mr. Zhu Yi sighed softly, "About half a year ago, Yingxiao Yuyingtianzhu secretly received a batch of rare cultivation objects from Great Yan as tribute. They are extremely valuable."

"Doing this... I'm afraid... will hinder national affairs." The old man from Gebu's expression changed slightly and he spoke evasively.

The Yu Clan has always respected blood and has a strict hierarchy. Feng and Huang are the supreme royal family. The three tribes of Ying Tribe, Crane Tribe and Luan Tribe are all high-ranking Yu Tribes. They are rich, powerful and noble. The number of Sword Immortals accounts for more than half of them.

Half of the entire Yu Clan. Yingxiao Yugui is one of the three pillars of the Yu Clan. He has amazing swordsmanship and power over the government. This is not something that he, a lower-ranking Yu Clan of the Dove Clan, can say.

"For thousands of years, the sword immortals of our Yu tribe have been devoted to practicing swordsmanship. How have they ever cared about state affairs?" Mr. Zhu Yi lowered his head and coughed violently for a while. He covered the corners of his mouth with a silk scarf. It took a while to calm down.

Lots of blood spots.

He silently glanced at the blood stains, clutched the silk scarf, and said calmly: "That's all, the war between Yan and Chu and the internal fighting among the human race are all part of my plan. Otherwise, how could Dayan's batch of tributes be delivered safely?

Eagle Xiaoyu’s hand?"

The old man from the Gebu tribe looked at Mr. Zhu Yi with admiration. Although he lacked talent in swordsmanship, he was unparalleled in his power and strategy. He was called the wisest man in the Yu tribe. He had reached such a high position as the Prime Minister at the age of forty.

According to the age of the Yu clan, the age of forty is just over. The Yu clan is one of the immortal species in the Eight Wilds. Even if they never practice cultivation, their lifespan is nearly three hundred. The He clan is even more famous for their longevity, living for four years.

, there are not a few who are five hundred years old.

"Prime Minister He, Da Chu has sent envoys to ask me for urgent help. I don't know..."

"Don't worry about it for now. Although Da Chu is weak, Murong Guan can't easily succeed. Let the two dogs bite for a while to make their master happy. If Da Jin wants to help Chu, just let them know.

, saying that Murong Guan, the leader of the Yan Kingdom, recognized Ying Xiaoyu as his adoptive father."

The old man from the Gemen tribe was slightly startled, then his eyes lit up and he praised: "This is a brilliant plan! Once it comes, it can divide the human race and cause internal strife, but Murong Guan will never dare to risk offending Ying Tianzhu by denying this.

Secondly, it can make the Jin Dynasty not dare to rashly intervene in this war. Thirdly, it can make all the human nations take it lightly and think that Ying Tianzhu is greedy for generous gifts, thus ignoring He Xiang’s century-old plan to wipe out the human race."

"Fourth, if the human race countries only want to protect themselves and compete to recognize my Yu clan as their father, how can there be any support for the people if things go on like this?" Mr. Zhu Yi smiled gently, and a hint of majesty flashed across his soft brows. The two sides continued again.

After discussing secretly for a while, the old man from the pigeon department respectfully resigned.


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