Chapter 134 The Birthday Banquet of the Holy Lord
In the early autumn of the fourth year of Kaiyuan, more than 10,000 cavalry entered Xiaocuiling with great vigor.
However, even with so many people entering this dangerous mountain range that stretches from east to west and connects several states, there was not much trouble.
To everyone's surprise, in the next half month, these more than 10,000 cavalry did not go south, but started sweeping through this deep mountain and old forest.
Outsiders could not guess what exactly these more than 10,000 cavalry were searching for. It was very strange.
As time went by, more and more grain and grass were consumed, and people everywhere began to complain.
As a result, in the various states of the Wu Dynasty that had just ended the war a few years ago, refugees holding high the flag of rebellion once again arose.
This newly established grassland dynasty suddenly became shaky.
In order to ensure the smooth progress of the Holy Lord's fiftieth birthday, all tribes in the grassland sent out cavalry and began to suppress the rebellious refugees in various places.
At this juncture, Li Qing’s blacksmith shop received a guest that surprised him.
The person who came was a young man with a thin build and a face as sharp as a knife.
“Master Li!”
Hearing the voice, Li Qing next to the forge raised his head and looked at the figure in front of the blacksmith shop.
"Haha, I can't bear to call you Master Li now." Li Qing said jokingly.
The young man standing at the door clearly has a youthful face and facial features, but his temples are white, showing signs of premature aging.
This man is none other than Qi Kang, who has practiced the Death Art!
"Master, you are joking. If it hadn't been for you, I would have died in a pile of refugees outside Wangyuan City. Such a great kindness, Qi Kang will never forget it!"
Said this As he spoke, Qi Kang's eyes turned slightly red. He knelt down without hesitation and kowtowed respectfully towards Li Qing.
Looking at the figure kneeling in front of him, it was difficult for Li Qing to put together the scrawny refugee boy with a dark face in his memory.
He sighed and said: "Get up, I did this just to enter Wangyuan City."
"Now that you are the famous Demon of Hun Tian, I can't stand your kneeling."
Li Qing said while calcining a piece of ink gold in the furnace.
After a long time, Qi Kang stood up and said, "Master, I promised Kaedeemon that we will enter the palace together on the sage's fiftieth birthday."
"Why, haven't you always disliked the court of the Feng Kingdom?"
When the three major martial arts schools in Shengtian squeezed the people to collect protection fees, Qi Kang was so angry that he gritted his teeth and wished to kill those individuals. The martial arts master was eaten alive.
Li Qing felt a little dumbfounded when he thought of this.
“I don’t like the Feng Kingdom court, but it is obvious that the people lived a more miserable life under the Wu Dynasty.”
“If we can make the people live a better life, we can cooperate with them. It's a very worthwhile thing to suffer my fate."
"Anyway, I don't have many years to live. Even if I die, it will be enough. I will be famous in the world and defeat villains. I will do it right now. How happy it is to go into the palace and kill the emperor!"
As he spoke, Qi Kang grinned, and the strands of gray hair on his temples fluttered in the wind.
At this moment, the young man in Li Qing's mind finally overlapped with the Hun Tian Demon in front of him.
Similarly concerned about the country and the people, cynical, and willing to sacrifice everything for the ideals in their hearts.
A very great and noble person, Li Qing feels inferior to him.
"Well, it's pretty good." Li Qing said calmly, turning the piece of ink gold in the stove with a tongs. Had a meeting.
Qi Kang knew his master's temperament very well. He was as calm as water and always calm. He didn't have any surprises.
"Master, Brother Ning has sent news from the palace!"
"The mysterious immortal master behind Holy Lord Tuvahar is no longer here. Now he is sweeping Xiaocuiling, probably looking for new immortal cultivators. "
"Those mysterious talismans were exchanged with the mysterious cultivator using the peerless magic weapons and various strange ores in the world."
These words, in the words. Li Qing finally made quite a stir in his heart.
He raised his head and asked, "Are there any cultivators in Xiaocuiling?"
"Not sure, but it's very possible!" Qi Kang explained.
Li Qing narrowed his eyes, thinking that no wonder the Holy Lord spent so much time dragging more than 10,000 cavalry into Xiaocuiling, instead of going south to fight, he just wandered around in the deep mountains and old forests all day long, and he didn’t know What are you doing.
It turned out to be to find the so-called world of cultivating immortals!
This is not surprising. Without the support of the immortal cultivators behind him and the source of the spiritual talismans, the throne will always be unstable, so he rushes to send troops into the mountain.
“That’s it.” Li Qing groaned.
With that said, Qi Kang took out a very simple book from his body, with three words "Death Jue" written on it.
"Master, this is the martial arts that the former martial arts master Lin Yi practiced."
"If you have a chance in the future, help me return the tomb in Xiaocuiling. Go to the mansion."
Li Qing was stunned and took the ancient book. He did not expect that this extremely evil technique would fall into his hands in this way.
“Okay, I promise you.”
"Master, farewell!"
After saying that, Qi Kang solemnly clasped his fists and left the blacksmith shop.
After Qi Kang left, Li Qing casually flipped through this evil martial arts secret book, but he did not intend to practice it.
The lifespan consumption of this thing is exaggerated. Qi Kang, who has practiced this evil skill, will probably not live to be thirty years old.
Now Li Qing asked himself that his martial arts was already very close to the level of Huajin Grandmaster, and he did not need the help of such evil skills at all.
In the end, he just flipped through it a few times, then put the martial arts book at the bottom of the box, planning to throw it back into the tomb later.
The birthday of the Holy King is getting closer and closer. This grassland emperor actually plans to build a golden statue for himself and want to stand it in the palace.
There is no doubt that this idea has been implemented again, which has once again increased the burden on the people of the world.
In the past few days, Li Qing has been struggling with what kind of weapon would be better to use for the few strange ores he has?
Judging from what Qi Kang said before, he has determined that these strange ores should be what cultivators need to use. It seems that they are not ordinary precious.
The fire had been burning in the forge for many days, but Li Qing's thoughts were still confused.
This is the first time he has been troubled about blacksmithing. "Four death nails are enough. Any more would be too wasteful."
Just when he was struggling, Qian Hong came to the door again, she was still wearing gorgeous clothes. red dress, charming and colorful.
In the blacksmith shop, neither person spoke first, only the flames in the forge were making noise.
After a long time, Li Qing was the first to speak: "Are we going to start taking action?"
"Yes." Qian Hong nodded lightly.
“The Grandmaster of the Nine Lotus Sect was not invited to move?”
“The old Grandmaster’s battle in Liangzhou caused his own vitality to be severely damaged, and he is no longer able to fight anymore.”
Li Qing was silent for a while, and then said leisurely: "There is no grandmaster in charge, why not wait a little longer?"
The next moment, Qian Hong said something that shocked Li Qing's heart:
"The common people in this world cannot wait that long for the dawn of time."
The people have been suffering for a long time. Can't wait any longer!
"I want to take one last look at you before I leave." After Qian Hong finished speaking, he turned around and left neatly, as heroic as ever.
Listening to the footsteps that were getting further away, Li Qing closed his eyes slightly.
Many images appeared in his mind.
That is the appearance of the people all over the world struggling to survive under the rule of the Wu Dynasty. It is the expression of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake vendor forcing a smile on the grassland people, and the man who was forced to separate from his wife and children because of the corvee.
The villagers of Woniugang were forced to leave their homes, and countless people perished under the iron hoofs of grassland horse thieves.
Shengtian, which once flourished with singing and dancing, now has many people begging on the streets, living a precarious life.
This world seems like the sun has disappeared.
"It shouldn't be like this."
Li Qing slowly opened his eyes. He knew. He already knew what kind of weapon he should forge.
He wants to forge a dagger, a dagger capable of killing kings!
Thinking of this, Li Qing stood up and took out the two pieces of black gold and the piece of meteorite iron from the forge.
Bang!
The unparalleled hammer smashed down with anger, and the entire blacksmith shop trembled violently, as if there was an earthquake.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With the dull knocking sounds, the three special pieces of metal that had been calcined in the furnace for a long time began to evolve towards the appearance Li Qing expected.
Li Qing's power is very powerful, so powerful that it is rare in the world. There is no other blacksmith in the world who can compare with his power!
The powerful internal energy blasted into three special pieces of metal through the Peerless Hammer.
In this way, one night passed, and this piece of snow-silver meteorite had been beaten into a suitable size.
Li Qing plans to use this piece of meteorite iron as the blade of a dagger, and then use ink gold to smelt it into a handle.
Although there are not many materials, it is quite enough to refine a dagger.
At the same time, the Wu Dynasty court also began to work on the golden statue of the holy king.
The statue is planned to be smelted from pure gold. It is extremely luxurious and will consume many resources.
Countless people finally could not suppress the anger in their hearts, and the momentum of rebellion became stronger and stronger.
However, the cavalry in the grassland was still unstoppable and suppressed the chaos everywhere.
As the birthday of the Holy Lord is getting closer, Shengtian has begun to decorate with lanterns and colors, forcibly creating a joyful atmosphere.
But the common people on the street could not see many smiles, and they did not feel any joy at all for this holy king's birthday banquet that was celebrated with heaven.
Finally, after spending a long night, a huge pure gold statue was delivered to Shengtian's palace.
Today is the Holy Lord’s fiftieth birthday.
The entire palace was covered with red carpet, and the festive atmosphere filled every corner.
The extravagant luxury in the palace and the people living a poor life outside have become two extremes.
Ministers from the Wu Dynasty began to enter the palace one after another, sending various precious gifts.
“Gao Yudong, Minister of Household Affairs, presented a hundred-year-old ginseng plant to wish His Majesty the Holy Lord a long life!”
"The chief of the Bantu tribe gives you a rhinoceros horn and wishes His Majesty the Holy King long life and prosperity!"
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On the throne that symbolizes the emperor, the Holy King Tuwahar wears a uniform Wearing a luxurious brocade dragon robe, he looked at the golden statue in front of him with a bright smile on his face.
"Hahahahaha, all of you who love me are exempt from the courtesy!"
"We won't talk about state affairs today, just enjoy yourself!"
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In the imperial city covered with red carpets, tables of delicacies were served, and jars of fine wine were served.
These are dishes that are rarely seen in the outside world. This birthday banquet can be called a wine pond and a forest of meat.
The Holy King Tuvahar was sitting on the dragon chair with a smile, one hand always tucked in his sleeve, and he only used the other hand to pick up vegetables and drink.
This is a birthday banquet that will be held from day to night. For such a royal banquet, I don’t know how much manpower and material resources were spent.
Finally, after three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, as the time approached dusk, a roar like thunder rang out.
"Emperor Dog, I have come to take the human head from your neck!"
Above the palace, a thin figure that had been dormant for a long time descended from the sky like an eagle.
The first one to take action was Qi Kang!
Hearing such a roar, there was no strange expression on the face of the Holy Lord, as if he had expected it.
"Haha, I've known for a long time that you martial arts warriors in the Maple Kingdom will not settle down. After waiting for you for a long time, I'm going to catch them all today."
After the words fell, almost at the same time, people quickly rushed out of the hall. There were more than a dozen burly men with prairie faces, and they surrounded Qi Kang who descended from the sky.
Obviously, Tuvahar has also raised a group of warriors of his own in the past few years since he was on the throne!
(End of this chapter)