To the outside world, this is the pronunciation of Your Majesty’s visit to the Northern Xinjiang Empire.
The reason why the old otaku who has been living in Kyoto for more than 40 years makes a visit cannot be guessed by many people.
The previous topic of friendship between Dongyue and Northern Xinjiang has returned to the table. In the past six months, there has indeed been no dispute in the border area between the Northwest Military Region and Northern Xinjiang and Nanguan, and both sides have maintained restraint.
Perhaps, a final resolution will be signed to delineate the boundaries of the dispute between the two parties.
If there were no border disputes, the military arrangements of both countries would have undergone major changes. The deployment, transfer, and deployment would be huge. It is obvious that this would be a good thing for both Dongyue and Northern Xinjiang.
This is bad news for other countries, especially the countries neighboring the two countries, where the pressure suddenly becomes great.
Many analysts are waiting for the news to be confirmed. Until the final results are released, everything is speculation.
If disputed areas were so easy to delineate, there would not be so many disputes over international borders.
These are various speculations from the outside world. In fact, Dongyue was a little cautious about the purpose of this trip, and Beijiang was a little uneasy about taking over this stick.
The ice and snow cave at this moment is like a powder keg between the two countries. The problem is solved and both sides are happy. One of you, your superior, will die in the cave, and the peace doves of both sides will instantly turn into black crows.
"This is a test of my sincerity, your price."
Your Majesty is sitting on a wooden chair, smiling and not showing any nervousness in his expression.
"Song Zhongkai, are you gambling?"
The spacious windproof caravan was filled with top experts from the two countries. Uyaturanto's face was dark, and he spoke every word, trying to find any other expressions in his face.
"Turanto, it's funny to say that your vision is still the same as before. You are just a blue-skinned person. If you were not born late, I would really like to see the existence of the person who ran rampant in your northern Xinjiang more than three hundred years ago.
How awesome."
"That's not an ordinary relic creature. It can control thunder and lightning, and it can kill people with just a hand. Hehe, I'm really worried about you dying in it."
Turanto would be very happy to let Dongyue's great master suffer some hidden losses, but if the opponent's monarch was killed in northern Xinjiang, even he would be unbearable. The military region located northwest of Dongyue would instantly expand its capacity and send troops northward.
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"With me here, no matter how strong you are, you only need the help of Grandmaster Yan to swing the sword."
His Majesty's voice was gentle and calm, but his words made everyone in Northern Xinjiang change their expressions.
Being able to kill the powerful relics with one sword also means that they can be killed with one sword. Even if he is at the top level of cultivation, he can't help but feel a deep fear of Song Zhongkai in his heart.
The powerful restriction ability is far more frightening than the killing martial arts.
Even if he fights with Situ Xuankong, no matter how unsuccessful he is, if he runs away desperately, there is always a chance of escaping.
Once the provoking Lord is discovered, there is no possibility of escaping. The most powerful man in Dongyue has always arranged a great master in Kyoto. Even if his body is possessed and there are rumors from the outside world, there have been few people over the years.
Dare to really explore the bottom.
"Since you are so confident, I will wait and see. I am timid. Please sign this contract."
Uyatu Lantuo waved his hand and handed over a contract. In addition to the contents of some transaction items, many of them were statements stating that Northern Xinjiang was not responsible. If Song Zhongkai really fell in the ice and snow cave, he could still occupy the great justice.
, and caught a few that were stretched out of alignment.
"It's done"
After casually flipping through a few pages, His Majesty signed his name.
The handover ended briefly, and other specific matters will be decided by both parties in three days.
"Two children, we meet again, looking good."
"Yes, I would also like to thank you for your initial treatment." Xu Zhi clasped his fists and poked Yan Jinbai: "I was telling you that you look very good."
"Haha, it's all thanks to your Majesty. I'm in great health now. I can run, jump, and sing. If you don't mind, Your Majesty, I can give you a singing performance."
After being explained briefly by Xu Zhi, he understood immediately and hurried to greet him.
"Singing, not bad."
It was obviously difficult to see anything on the faces of the great masters, Yan Xingxia Li Huaien and others, but the two younger ones were different. Turanto originally wanted to ask a few questions to find out, but he did not expect Yan Jinbai to recommend himself.
This is not easy to refuse.
"There is still a short period of time before the cave opens. I am very much looking forward to hearing you sing. Do you need a musical instrument group? I have some musical instrument masters outside."
"No, no, I can just sing a cappella. I'll give you a section."
Yan Jinbai waved his hands repeatedly. As a singing enthusiast, he has never used any musical instrument group or accompanied by a soundtrack.
Turanto just made a gesture of invitation, and Yan Jinbai was not afraid at all, and started singing with his voice open.
Just as pear blossoms are blooming all over the world, soft gauze floats on the river;
She stood on the steep bank, and her singing sounded like the bright spring light.
The girl sang beautiful songs, she was singing about the eagle on the grassland;
She is singing about her beloved, and she also hides her lover's letters.
…
The warm smile on Turanto's face gradually turned stiff. These familiar lyrics were from northern Xinjiang folk songs, but the completely off-key melody and the rather harsh and unpleasant singing voice made Turanto feel that he seemed to hear something.
Some strange tribal songs.
Two-word evaluation: ugly.
Three-word evaluation: It’s really ugly.
Just four words: Very ugly.
The atmosphere in the caravan suddenly became a little weird. Everyone had a smile on their face, and occasionally shook their heads, as if they were listening to the music seriously.
Although the space in the caravan is limited, only more than 100 square meters, this is probably the most advanced stage in Dongyue and Northern Xinjiang.
There are eleven great masters from Northern Xinjiang, four great masters from Dongyue, one is the second grandmaster from Dongyue, and one is the third grandmaster. It is rare to have such an occasion to gather all these great figures.
Yan Jinbai sang very carefully. With the help of homophonic words, he specially sang a folk song from Northern Xinjiang.
This was the gift he was going to give to Uyaba Gula, so he took it out in advance.
What made him slightly regretful was that Bagula was not at the scene.
Xu Zhi looked at the Grand Masters and top-notch masters who were sitting around him. They all had smiles on their faces, but his hand occasionally grabbed his own weapon. He squeezed it for a while before slowly letting go, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.
The Bazonglou are used to it and are immune to Yan Jinbai's tunes, but these big shots...
You know, even the peaceful elves could not help but want to hit Yan Jinbai with food.
After the four-minute folk song was sung acapella, Yan Jinbai kept saluting all around, and a burst of sparse applause rang out.
"Develop your cultivation abilities more in the future." Turanto patted Yan Jinbai on the shoulder with a look of approval on his face.
"I will definitely work hard. Thank you, Your Majesty Turanto, and thank you all for listening to the song I sing. If you like it, next, I will sing you a folk song from Dongyue."
"No, no, no, next time, next time."
Turanto touched his beard before continuing: "The cave is about to open. We'd better be prepared. Next time you come to Northern Xinjiang, I will give you a big stage to perform."
"Thank you so much for your generosity. I will definitely sing you a better song next time."
After saying these words, not only everyone in Northern Xinjiang breathed a sigh of relief, but Dongyue's group also finally felt comfortable.
"I'd rather fight for my life than listen to this kid sing."
"His magic voice was spinning in my mind, and I suddenly forgot how our folk songs were sung. I almost lost my hearing."
"I'll ask the musical instrument troupe to come in and play twenty times to brainwash."
The great masters of Northern Xinjiang were communicating in low voices from behind, while the people of Dongyue were slowly moving forward.
In front of them, a large amount of gray fog emerged, and the familiar sacred stone millstone slowly opened up the black hole-like space.