Chapter 125 Wu Dynasty

Time flies, and three years have passed in a flash.

The knights use martial arts to break the law. In the third year of Kaiyuan, Tuwahar, who had been in power for three years, finally understood the true meaning of this sentence!

"Your Majesty, the two sons of King Pingyun were killed by martial artists in a brothel. That night, King Pingyun himself was also attacked. If it weren't for your Majesty's gift, I'm afraid King Pingyun would have been..."

In the magnificent and grand Jinluan Palace, the subordinates of the Wu Dynasty reported, and their voices still echoed in the hall.

The leaders of the various grassland tribes present, as well as some Fengguo officials who had recently surrendered to the Wu Dynasty, all looked very solemn at this moment.

And the Saint King Tuwahar, who was sitting on the dragon throne, looked even more gloomy.

"Since the beginning of spring, this is the fourth case of martial artists attacking meritorious officials and dignitaries, right?" Tuwahar, who called himself the Saint King, spoke in an extremely low voice with an innate majesty.

Five people responded, and he sighed again and said, "It is said that ruling the world is harder than conquering the world. Now I have truly understood this."

"My dear ministers, tell me, what should we do?!"

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The King of Pingyun was a tribal leader who made great contributions in attacking various cities in Yunzhou.

After the establishment of the country, Tuwahar was not stingy with such tribes with important contributions, and they were all granted titles and ranks, forming a group of nobles with common interests in an instant.

And King Pingyun was the most loyal tribal leader to him, and was directly awarded the title of King of a Different Surname!

Such a king of a different surname almost died tragically at home. If it weren't for the immortal talisman he gave, I'm afraid the whole country would have to mourn today.

The ministers off the field remained silent, and Tuwahar was filled with nameless anger.

Bang!

He slammed the armrest of the dragon chair and roared: "Because I listened to you, the order to hunt down martial artists has been stopped since the beginning of the second year of Kaiyuan!"

"What's the result? Instead of those martial artists calming down, they have become even more aggressive!"

"Now, King Pingyun almost died at home. Tell me, what should we do?!"

This grassland hero, who has been on the throne for three years, has cultivated a powerful aura that only a founding monarch can have, which shocked all the ministers in the Golden Palace.

"Your Majesty, I have something to say!"

The speaker was Gao Yudong, the former military minister of Fengguo and the current minister.

"Lord Gao, if you have any good ideas, tell me." Tuwahar slowly restrained the anger on his face and looked at the Fengguo man who had come to him with satisfaction.

At first, Tuwahar still didn't trust him, but in the years that followed, this former important minister of Fengguo showed his sincerity.

He repeatedly offered ruthless strategies to make the people of the former Feng Kingdom obedient. He was really loyal!

He even heard that the bounty on Gao Yudong's head in Nanfeng was as high as 100,000 taels, which even exceeded the silver he had embezzled.

Tuwahar, how could he not trust this enemy minister who defected to him halfway? !

Sure enough, the traitor was the most unscrupulous when he attacked his former colleagues.

"I suggest restarting the plan of hunting down martial artists, and at the same time setting a bounty for those famous martial artists. The stronger and more famous they are, the higher the bounty!"

"There must be brave men under a heavy reward. Everyone loves money. As long as there is enough money, I think the people of the former Maple Kingdom will not be able to sit still. At that time, anyone who provides clues will be rewarded."

"We can even ask some more peaceful martial artists to take action, and promise them various benefits to make them fight among themselves!"

"In addition, although Nanfeng is weak, the Maple Kingdom court once set up a martial arts organization called Fengweimen. I think the recent attacks and resistance by martial artists are inseparable from Nanfeng."

"I beg you to use troops against the Maple Kingdom south of Xiaocuiling!"

Put a bounty on the head of a martial artist and use troops against the Nanfeng court.

These two strategies are really vicious and visible to the naked eye.

Every word is a pearl, and it speaks loudly!

Tuwahar laughed, and then said, "Good! Very good!"

"Putting a bounty on the heads of those Wu Fu who violated the ban, so that the Wu Fu would fight among themselves, this strategy is very good!"

"As for the use of troops against Nan Feng, it still needs to be considered in the long run. Let me consider it again."

After speaking, Tuwahar waved his hand and signaled to withdraw from the court.

Accompanied by the voices of "Long live the Saint King", Tuwahar also left the dragon throne and walked towards the quiet palace.

"Long live? How great it would be if I could really live for ten thousand years."

Walking on the path of the palace, Tuwahar sighed, and finally understood why there were always monarchs in every dynasty who wanted to seek the elixir of immortality.

After tasting the pleasure brought by the supreme power, he could no longer bear to leave this position.

It's a pity that there are indeed immortal cultivators in this world who can live forever, but as the king of a country, he cannot enter their door.

What a pity, lamentable!

Feeling deeply, the grassland hero came to a very quiet place in the palace where few people disturbed him.

Standing in front of the door, Tuwahar dismissed the people around him, then bowed slightly and walked in respectfully.

This is a villa with rockery and flowing water. There are several unknown herbs planted on the corner of the wall. One of them is surrounded by mist, which looks magical.

As soon as he walked in, the hero who was called the Saint King actually showed a humble expression.

"Yellow-robed Immortal, how are you these days?"

On the rockery, a strange man in a yellow robe was sitting in meditation, his eyes slightly closed, looking leisurely and contented.

Faced with Tuwahar's greetings, the old monster in the yellow robe did not respond, and did not even open his eyes to look at the other party.

"Immortal, I want to ask for a few more amulets for protection. What can I exchange for them?" Tuwahar saw this and asked with gritted teeth.

At this time, the old monster in the yellow robe opened his eyes, glanced at the other party indifferently, and said indifferently: "Except for those prototypes of magic tools and special materials, I am not interested in anything else."

As soon as these words came out, Tuwahar's face suddenly became bitter. The warrior hunting order issued in the year of the founding of the country was for the purpose of collecting various peerless magic weapons left in the rivers and lakes.

In the past two years, he has devoted the whole country's strength to searching for peerless magic weapons and various magical minerals in the rivers and lakes.

Unfortunately, in the end, he only got a copy of the technique he had been dreaming about, and a few talismans that could be used to protect himself and save his life.

Although he didn't know the value of the technique called "Tu Yuan Jue" and the talismans, Tu Wahaer knew that the things he collected were definitely more valuable than the technique and the talismans.

However, even if he knew, what could he do? The old monster in yellow robe in front of him was the only immortal cultivator he could contact. Even if the transaction was unfair, he, the founding saint, could only grit his teeth and agree.

"Shang Xian, now all the states of Wu Dynasty have been turned upside down by me. I'm afraid the things you said can no longer be found."

After saying that, Tu Wahaer thought for a while and spoke again: "Shang Xian, I plan to use troops against Nanfeng. There must be a lot of magic weapons and the strange minerals you mentioned there."

"It's up to you." The old monster in yellow robe said lightly.

Hearing this, Tu Wahaer was stunned at first, and then showed ecstasy.

You should know that before, the yellow-robed immortal would not allow his troops to cross Xiaocui Ridge no matter what, as if he was afraid of something.

However, the next sentence of the yellow-robed old monster made Tuwahar solve the doubts in his heart, and at the same time he felt quite uneasy.

"It's up to you. I'm planning to leave. The spiritual energy in this mortal world is too thin, and there's no point in staying."

"You want to mobilize troops against Nanfeng, it's up to you, but if you find any more prototypes of magic tools and strange ores, you can continue to collect them, because I may come here in the future, and the transaction can continue at that time."

Tuwahar was stunned in the place, he opened his mouth and tried to keep him: "Why does the immortal want to leave so suddenly? Is there something I didn't treat you well? I'll change it!"

The yellow-robed old monster chuckled and said: "The spiritual energy here is too thin. I'm going to find a spiritual vein to practice hard and see if I can break through the bottleneck and go further."

"You don't need to keep me, I'm determined."

At this point, Tuwahar also knew that he couldn't stay.

Finally, he clasped his fists and said, "Since that's the case, I won't say anything more. I wish you immortality and eternal prosperity."

After saying that, Tuwahar turned around, a hint of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes, but it was soon replaced by helplessness.

Forcing such a powerful immortal cultivator to stay?

It's not that he didn't think about it, but he would soon give up the idea.

That's too difficult. How can a mortal kill an immortal?