The Sword Dynasty - 511. Chapter 510 Wealth

There will not be too many practitioners of the seven realms in any palace.

There are too many such masters in the seven realms, and it is also a great threat to the safety of the emperor in the palace.

However, there are not too few practitioners of the seven realms and those below the seven realms in the palace, and there are even many practitioners who have practiced in the palace all their lives. The realm of cultivation is extremely high, but the outside world does not know its existence.

Based on the experience of all dynasties and generations, a certain number of practitioners is enough to resist the assassination of foreign enemies, and delay enough time for the arrival of the army.

In the imperial palace built on the hillside of Donghu, according to the experience of each dynasty and generations, a practitioner of the sect named “Esoteric Buddhism” can receive generous courtesy second only to the emperor throughout his life. Any spiritual needs that Donghu can give, and the value of their existence is to guard the safety of the imperial palace and to assassinate the leader of the rebel army in Donghu.

In the entire Donghu, no one could have imagined that there was a cultivator who could not hide, from the main road of the palace, and rushed into the palace directly and directly in front of the emperor, then directly knocked the emperor to death, and then left the palace.

“That’s the ascetic from the sacred mountain.”

A monk wearing a dark purple monk robe and a golden crown looked at the old monk who was leaving with a wooden staff, shocked to the point that it was hard to add.

He arrived at the last moment, and even most practitioners in this palace could not perceive when he would arrive.

However, seeing the wooden staff handed out by the old monk, he knew that he could not stop the old monk.

“He is the uncle of my sect in the legend.”

When the monk made his voice, a ragged ascetic came to his side, looked at the old monk’s back, nodded slowly, and then raised his palm seriously, facing him. The old monk bowed with great respect, and then said: “When he went to Changling in the past, his cultivation level was already difficult to predict, but it was not so terrible. I thought he was returning from a severe injury. He will end up in the mountain of God, but he didn’t expect him to advance in cultivation.”

“Lord!”

“The Great Sun Wheel Pharaoh.”

“Pharaoh Ananda.”

When the monk and the ascetic showed up one after another, there were many voices of awe in the palace, and most people knelt on the ground to show their piety.

When Emperor Donghu died, this monk and ascetic became the highest figure in the palace.

“Why would he do this?” The monk wearing a golden crown looked at the disappearance of the old monk, his lips trembling slightly.

“You don’t need to understand why he did it. The key is that he did it.” The ragged ascetic sighed. “After all, he hasn’t reached the eighth realm. It is impossible to enemy the country by himself, but he can do it directly. This kind of thing is only because he has absolute confidence, and because there are countless practitioners in Donghu who are willing to die for Donghu, but there are not many practitioners who are willing to die for Yelu.”

The monk wearing a golden crown thought of stopping his action at the last moment, and was silent for a moment, then turned his head and looked at the ascetic seriously, “Ananda, what do you think we should do?”

The ascetic said without hesitation: “He said that we want to make friends with Wu’s family, so we will make friends with Wu’s family.”

The monk wearing the golden crown thought for a while, and said: “Yelü Canglang is a general in Wushi, let him come back.”

The ascetic nodded and said, “Okay.”

The face of the monk wearing the golden crown was slightly loose.

He looked at the corpses all over the mountain path, blood dripping, eyes full of unbearable, but at the same time he sighed, and more and more admired the old monk in his heart. He admitted that it was indeed in order to achieve such a goal, such a direct means, On the contrary, the fewest people died.

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When the monk and the ascetic agreed on their opinions, and looked at the place where the old monk disappeared with relief, Ding Ning sat in the big tent of the Queen Mother of the Wu family, watching the flowers smashed like heavy lead. Blizzard.

“If there is no accident, Dong Hu will soon form an alliance with Wu Shi.”

He slowly said to the old woman sitting on the thick blanket behind him, “The biggest restrictions on Wu Clan are only military rations and talisman.”

The old woman was startled slightly, smiled bitterly, and said, “Mr. must have discovered that rations have been restricted in recent days.”

“There is no need to save food anymore.”

Ding Ning shook his head and said: “Food and food saving loses morale and confidence in victory, especially after many people have died in this war and they have migrated to this place. After Xuerong, rations and talisman are not a problem.”

“Mister is Dong Hu?”

The old woman did not understand.

Even if the situation of Donghu can be as thought by Quan’an, the army food of Donghu itself is not rich. More importantly, Ding Ning also mentioned talisman.

Except for some sky iron meteorite irons, Wu’s seldom produced talismanic mines, and Donghu also did the same. Even if some Qin army talismans were obtained during the previous war, most of them were discarded during the retreat.

It is naturally impossible to obtain enough talisman to equip the army by means of war. In addition to mineral deposits, there must also be a method of manufacturing talisman, as well as practitioners and craftsmen who know how to make talisman.

“So far the winter has passed, and after the snow melts next year, Chu will open up border trade with you and Donghu.” Ding Ning looked at the old woman and said calmly.

The old woman was in shock that was beyond words.

She was so shocked that she could hardly speak for a while.

“Most of the military rations will not come from Donghu, but they will be delivered to Wushi for free.”

Ding Ning looked at her shocked and unspeakable, and then said: “Chu will provide some mines for making talisman tools, as well as craftsmen.”

The old woman finally concentrated, pondered for a moment, and said: “It’s just that the situation in Chu is not stable. With such a big fanfare, I am afraid that even the Zhao Fei can’t control it.”

Ding Ning shook his head again and said, “Chu will not give unconditionally. The money for these things will come from Qin.”

The old woman was dumbfounded again, and subconsciously said, “Bashan Sword Field?”

Ding Ning glanced at her and said, “It’s not just Bashan Sword Field.”

The old woman was able to firmly control the power in her own hands under Wu’s family. Naturally, she was not an ordinary person. She just took a deep breath, and then thoroughly understood, and said: “Old powerful.”

Ding Ning did not speak any more.

No denial means acquiescence.

The old dignitaries in Changling were the real power holders and possessed amazing wealth. Today, all the old dignitaries in Changling have fallen, and even the strong man who was turned into a night owl in the world is just elusive. Syndicate.

It’s just that when the huge old powerful and powerful cliques perished, the whereabouts of most of their wealth was still a mystery.

Among all the old powerful families, the wealthiest are generally recognized as the two families, the Lu family and the Gongsun family.