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Chapter 306: A Thousand Years of Agreement, Tenglong, Riding the Mist, Entering the Western Regions (asking for monthly tickets)

The vast luck of humanity gathered together and poured into the Nine Cauldrons. The Nine Cauldrons returned to heaven and earth, but between heaven and earth, a part of it went towards the ancient red dragon. The ancient red dragon let out a long roar into the sky, confused and uncertain, not knowing what was going on.

He has observed the human world for eight thousand years and knows that there are many spontaneous sacrifices among the people.

Some of them are good, and their purpose is to guide people to do good, but most of them have been distorted into selfish desires. Among them, living sacrifices and the Dragon King’s wife are endless, and they will lead and confuse the people.

Throughout history, countless people have died because of such sacrifices.

Eight hundred years ago, the old friend was a knight-errant. After saving someone, he laughed and scolded him:

"But he is a romantic dragon."

"Every year, a wife is married in every place."

The ancient red dragon was extremely angry, but it was a pity that even the old man who was once so heroic and arrogant had to end up in the emperor's prison, offering sacrifices to the gods of heaven and earth, and doing many things.

The ancient red dragon looked at Li Guanyi standing below. Li Guanyi pointed at the Qilin Army over there and said loudly: "I can do such a thing. The common people in Jiangnan and the Qilin Army have never seen the gods."

"The rain has stopped, you should go home now."

"Take all the noodles, chickens and ducks you brought back for the sacrifice back home quickly and share them with your family."

Li Guanyi then distributed the things that he had prepared for the worship of the gods to the people on the spot as gifts for spring ploughing. The people benefited from it, and seeing that the rain had stopped, the time for spring ploughing was already precious, so they all thanked him and left.

The ancient red dragon watched this scene.

It is difficult to break the sacrificial ceremony that was born spontaneously among the people and involved a wide range of people. Li Guanyi used the mystery of the Nine Cauldrons to stop the continuous spring rain and thereby break the gods in the hearts of the people.

This is a very clever method.

Regarding today's events, Li Guanyi could be considered a heretic, but this young prince shot an arrow into the sky and really stopped the rain. No matter if it was a coincidence or he really had some means, or he was still from an aristocratic family, the alchemists were confused and puzzled.

This news will spread throughout Jiangnan.

The large and small sacrificial rituals that are growing wildly among the people should be curbed.

The Tiance Mansion used the money saved from sacrifices to reward the people for their spring ploughing.

Naturally, Wen Lingjun, Fang Ziqiao and Yan Daiqing are responsible for these matters.

Li Guanyi took off his battle robe, put away his armor, and put on his casual clothes. He drank a sip of hot tea to warm himself up, clenched his fists, and felt that the blessing transmitted by the Nine Cauldrons of Jiangnan seemed to be three times stronger.

He went to the place of Nine Cauldrons in person.

There was a gentle and charming light in his eyes. He saw the internal mouth of the huge Nine Cauldrons, and the luck was swallowing and spitting out like a dragon. It was indeed more majestic and pure than before. The leader of the Mohist School laughed when he saw him coming and said, "I heard that you refuted ghosts and gods. What a good trick."

The Mohists never liked the idea of ​​ghosts and gods.

They trust in God's will and spend frugally.

But he does not love ghosts and gods, and when offering sacrifices to them, he says that it is not fate but ghosts.

Good ghosts and gods punish evil and promote good, and there is no such thing as fate.

The so-called Heavenly Will of Mohism is closer to the rules in Li Guanyi's cognition; it also advocates a simple life, hoping to use money and energy on people, loving all and promoting harmony, rather than on the illusory theories of ghosts and gods.

This is one of the biggest points of disagreement between Mohism, Confucianism and Taoism.

What Li Guanyi did today greatly comforted the great man.

The Mohist Master reached out his hand and patted the broad and heavy sword beside him, praising him and saying, "It's a pity that you are already the Qin Wuhou of the world, otherwise, the next generation sword master of my Mohist Master Sword would be none other than you."

Li Guanyi said: "If I were not Qin Wuhou, I would not be able to do such a thing."

The giant laughed: "That's true."

He paused and asked, "Why do you suddenly do such a big thing?"

"It's a little anxious."

"Going to the Western Regions?"

Li Guanyi nodded. The Mohist master thought for a moment, took out an inky token, rubbed it in his palm for a long time, then shook his wrist and threw the token to Li Guanyi, saying:

"What I have done today is the happiest thing in my life. It's a pity that I can't give you this sword."

"This thing is for you."

"This is the Giant's Order."

Li Guanyi said: "Master's order?"

The first leader of the Mohist school drank a sip of tea and said with a smile: "The Mohist school has split into many branches. You should also know that in addition to our original Mohist school, there are also the famous Mohists and the chivalrous Mohists who advocate the use of force."

"Xia Mo gradually became radical, and then split into three branches."

"Some even degenerate into assassins and killers."

"Famous ink is also divided into two branches."

"And the last branch that brought all the theories together."

"The Mohist School now has a total of seven major branches, three of which are in various countries. The remaining branches, both large and small, have their own leaders who travel all over the world and do good deeds. There should be quite a few in the Western Regions as well."

"The Master's Order in your hand can temporarily order the Mohist disciples who are out on the road to obey your orders. You can't take too many people with you when you go to the Western Regions this time. My Mohist disciples are all good at mechanical arts and martial arts, so let them help you."

Li Guanyi knew the importance of this token.

This is almost equivalent to the actual power of the Mohist leader in the Mohist school.

Li Guanyi knew how much help this would be for his trip to the Western Regions. He was silent for a moment, then he held the token in both hands and bowed solemnly: "Thank you, sir."

The Mohist master waved his hand and said, "There's no need for that."

"Come and see. After you did this today, the luck of the mountains, rivers and people gathered by the Nine Cauldrons has obviously improved. I have been studying the Nine Cauldrons for some time and have figured out some things."

"The Nine Cauldrons are still far from reaching their limit."

The Mohist leader and Li Guanyi discussed the mystery of the Nine Cauldrons, and basically came to the conclusion that wherever the Nine Cauldrons were in effect, the people would live in prosperity and the world would be at peace, and the luck of the Nine Cauldrons would be greater, and vice versa.

"According to our speculation, if one day, the people are full of resentment and their lives are in dire straits, even this magical weapon, the Nine Cauldrons, will gradually lose its power and return to the mundane world. In the end, it may even disappear."

"And judging from its aura, these nine tripods seem to be incomplete."

“I wonder what kind of magnificent changes will occur if it is completed.”

The first great figure of the Mohist school was filled with yearning.

Li Guanyi touched his chin and thought, "Wouldn't it be possible to move forever like this?"

The Mohist leader was stunned, unable to keep up with Li Guanyi's leaps in thought.

Li Guanyi stretched out his finger and thought seriously, "Senior Juzi, please think about it."

"The luck feedback of the Nine Cauldrons can make the people in Jiangnan live better. When the people live better and have more food, the luck of humanity will be stronger. The stronger the luck of humanity is, the more effective the Nine Cauldrons will be."

"The higher the effectiveness of the Nine Cauldrons, the greater the blessing to the people."

"The greater the blessing from the people, the better life will be, and the more prosperous humanity will be..."

The Mohist master didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Stop, stop, stop!"

“Everything has a limit and an upper limit.”

"Where can I find someone like you?"

Li Guanyi said regretfully: "Is it really not possible?"

The Mohist master said flatly: "Of course it's impossible!"

"It will probably continue in this cycle. When the power of the Nine Cauldrons increases by about 10%, it will stop." He paused, then hesitated, and said, "However, the Nine Cauldrons are not complete after all."

"When there are many Xuan weapons in a set, the power will increase with each additional weapon."

"I don't know either. Perhaps if there is one more Nine Cauldron, the upper limit of the increase will be raised. It is also possible that when all the Nine Cauldrons are gathered together, the upper limit will be completely broken, ushering in a qualitative change."

"But this is just my guess."

Li Guanyi thought about the Western Regions and said to himself, "Maybe there will be such a day." He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the body of the bronze tripod. The body of the tripod was shining continuously. Li Guanyi vaguely felt the power of the Nine Tripods and was slightly stunned.

He actually sensed a faint dragon shape inside the Nine Cauldrons? !

This dragon shape seems somewhat familiar.

Ancient red dragon?

Sure enough, Jiangnan's ability to summon the wind and rain is due to the connection between the Nine Cauldrons and the ancient red dragon.

That is to say, if it is possible to cast a second Nine Cauldrons in the Western Regions.

So does the different sources of vital energy drawn from the Nine Cauldrons determine the ability of the cauldron in the Western Regions to govern the country?

Li Guanyi made a quick deduction.

Then he noticed the mysterious place inside the tripod. There was a vague mass of vast water vapor. He saw a large patch of clouds appearing in the sky above the map of Jiangnan mountains and rivers on the tripod. Among the clouds, there was a faint red dragon swimming.

"The Nine Cauldrons have changed..."

"Are these clouds, rain clouds?"

Li Guanyi seemed to be thinking about something.

Previously, the Nine Cauldrons used the luck of humanity, the power of mountains, rivers and all the people to activate the characteristics of the dragon and disperse the rain clouds that covered most of the Jiangnan area. However, this cloud of rain did not dissipate out of thin air, but was stored by the Nine Cauldrons.

Can store and release.

The dragon is a creature that moves clouds and brings rain.

Li Guanyi vaguely felt that the Nine Cauldrons stored wind and rain inside, which was collection; but it could also trigger changes in the heaven and earth and make it rain.

From the current perspective, this is the power of the Nine Cauldrons as a magical weapon.

Relatively simple and direct.

From the perspective of attack and killing, it is not as good as the Scarlet Sky Sword's ability to slash evil, and the Cloud Breaking Sky Bow's medium characteristics. However, such ability is simply unmatched at the level of Shanhe Sheji.

The Nine Cauldrons are the most important treasures of the country!

Well worth the name!
This is just one of the Nine Cauldrons.

Li Guanyi couldn't help but feel great curiosity and anticipation about what abilities the second and third tripods would have, and even what abilities the Nine Tripods would have on the day when all nine tripods were gathered together.

Li Guanyi suddenly remembered that when the Western Region killed the great elder, he vaguely sensed that the Demon Sect’s headquarters was a house made of rammed earth, and that area seemed to be very short of water.

Among the whispers of believers heard when the inky stream of luck was burned away, many were about praying for rain.

"If it looks like this..."

Li Guanyi pressed the Nine Cauldrons, thinking about something.

"I don't know if the power of the Nine Cauldrons can be passed on."

"If possible, in places like Jiangnan where there is too much rain and disasters all year round, the Nine Cauldrons can be used to store moisture and stop the endless rain. Then, the Nine Cauldrons can be used to call the wind and rain in dry places like the Western Desert."

“It’s good for both sides.”

"The popularity that the Demon Sect has built up over hundreds of years can be reversed in an instant."

"After all, they just want the people to spend money to buy the divine treasures. If they don't fulfill their promise, the Nine Cauldrons can really call the wind and rain."

Li Guanyi suddenly came up with a plan to attack and solve the Demon Sect from the root.

He is not a gentleman who passively endures.

Now that the Demon Sect has started the fight, according to the Confucian theory of great revenge by Gongyang Suwang and the mixture of the kingly way and the tyrannical way, they should be crushed by a mighty army and the legends of the martial world.

"Li Guanyi, come out and talk."

At this moment, Li Guanyi suddenly heard the voice of the ancient red dragon ringing in his ears. His heart moved slightly, and he said to the master: "Then I will leave this place to the master. I have other things to do, so I will go out for a while."

He left quickly, coming and going like the wind.

The Mohist master smiled bitterly. Li Guanyi ran out of here, wrapped in the red dragon's Dharma image, and flew all the way to a deserted place, and then rode on the Qilin, which stepped on fire and reached the sky in a short while. However, he saw that the ancient red dragon rarely showed a trace of hesitation and hovered in the air.

Seeing Li Guanyi coming here, he told him how he had helped him mobilize the power of the Nine Cauldrons, which led to this wave of human luck coming to him. Finally, he said, "This wave of luck came, but it stopped. I don't know how to deal with it."

"Li Guanyi, do you have any ideas?"

Li Guanyi understood it clearly and explained:
"Senior, this is not a forced force, but a very natural thing. Without you, it would be difficult for me to use the power of the Nine Cauldrons to disperse the rain clouds. In other words, ensuring good weather and good harvests in the south of the Yangtze River is exactly what you have done, senior."

"Naturally, I received the gift of the Nine Cauldrons."

"That's a good thing, don't be so vigilant."

The ancient red dragon stared at Li Guanyi and laughed, his laughter was as vast as thunder, and said: "My experience tells me."

"Such a great thing often requires a price more than ten times the price!"

Li Guanyi stretched out his hand, and a surge of human luck came over him. He said frankly: "There is no price. It is a very simple thing. If you are willing, come here every year to adjust the wind and rain in Jiangnan, and you will get such feedback."

"If you don't want to come, you won't lose anything."

"Isn't this fair?"

The ancient red dragon looked at Li Guanyi and said, "I am not a human being. Why would this Nine Cauldrons, a divine weapon of humanity, reflect my luck?"

Li Guanyi smiled slightly and said, "If we talk about why these nine tripods are useful to ancient spirits like you, it's probably because--"

"In the eyes of Jiuding."

"Senior, you are an ancient red dragon with an eight thousand year lifespan, and you are also one of the common people in this world. Since you are a common person in this world, you are naturally protected by the Nine Cauldrons. It is too narrow to only use the fate of the emperor to talk about the Nine Cauldrons."

The ancient red dragon was silent for a long time.

Li Guanyi loosened his hands on the Qilin's back. This relatively huge amount of human luck flowed to the ancient red dragon. Li Guanyi smiled and said, "If you don't believe me, why don't you make a promise with me?"

"This human luck should be able to replenish some of the vitality for the senior."

"Li Guanyi is going to the Western Regions this time, and he will surely die one day. Senior, the Ancient Candle Dragon Lord, has a much longer life span than me. I'm afraid that when no one in the world remembers Li Guanyi, senior will still be able to swallow up clouds like today, right?"

"Then please, Senior, show me what the Jiangnan region of this world will look like a thousand years from now..."

"The world is full of ups and downs, but the mountains and rivers are always in good condition."

"This human destiny will be regarded as a bet between me and the senior."

The ancient red dragon seemed to accept it and looked at Li Guanyi: "What's the bet?"

Li Guanyi: "Let's bet..."

He pointed his finger at the mountains, rivers and south of the Yangtze River and was silent for a moment, thinking that he no longer existed in the world at that time. The three names "Li Guanyi" would probably only become black words on the yellowed history books. No one would know that he was moving forward step by step in this era, with a weak fate but a strong heart.

But he remained calm and said with a carefree smile:

"A thousand years from now, the world will be ten times more prosperous than it is today!"

"how?"

The ancient red dragon stared at Li Guanyi, and in a trance, it seemed as if he saw an old friend. After a long time, he said in a low and slow voice: "Now these words have a bit of courage. It's a good bet. However, now this agreement is only between you and me."

Li Guanyi: "I will have it written in the scroll, and Qilin will be there too."

He smiled: "I will record the agreement between you and me today in the history books. A thousand years later, you don't have to show up. If you think you have won, then it will rain heavily and make the world rainy. If you think I have won."

"So, a thousand years later, it's still today."

"Please, senior, stop the rain in Jiangnan."

"Let ripples appear on the rivers, lakes and seas like pine waves hitting the shore, and strong winds blow in all directions. If someone reads this history book a thousand years later and sees this scene, they will know that the agreement between you and me today was won by me."

A promise, a thousand years later.

Romance and grandeur are just in a few words.

The ancient red dragon looked at the young man, and then the vague figure of the old friend disappeared.

The young prince in front of him was wearing a scarlet battle robe, and his black hair with a jade hairpin danced in the wind.

His smile was gentle and peaceful as he stared at the red dragon in front of him.

The ancient red dragon laughed loudly.

There are so many romantic people in this world from generation to generation.

In the martial arts world, for eight hundred years, eight thousand years, there has only been one Red Emperor and one Li Guanyi. Each of them has his own lofty sentiments and his own elegance and calmness. The ancient red dragon happily agreed, "A thousand-year agreement, what a bold move."

"Old man, I agree."

"In that case, I will accept the luck of the Nine Cauldrons."

Amidst the low dragon roar, He opened His mouth and suddenly exhaled clouds, and the majestic destiny of humanity was swallowed into His stomach. In an instant, a faint golden color flashed on the dragon scales.

The ancient red dragon was shocked.

Lifespan and vitality were partially replenished.

It seems that if he can ensure good weather and good harvests in the world, the 800 years of life he has lost will be fully recovered, or even slightly exceeded.

The ancient red dragon opened its mouth, and its vital energy flowed, lifting up a piece of white jade and dropping it in front of Li Guanyi. Li Guanyi was curious and reached out to catch it. He saw a faint golden mark on it, which turned into the shape of a map.

The ancient red dragon said in a low voice:
"The world is so vast. The Central Plains has red dragons like me and unicorns. Although the Western Regions are vast and sparsely populated, they are not much smaller than the State of Chen. There are thirty-six tribes and many wonderful landforms. How could there not be beings like me?"

"Eight hundred years ago, I once fought with a beast in the Western Regions. I don't know if it is still there now. I give this to you. This is the place where I fought with it. If you have the courage, go find it."

It seems that the ancient red dragon has been trying to find this thing and bring it here these days.

He paused and said, "I have accepted your promise today. The power of the Nine Cauldrons has not moved me. Your promise is good and has some courage."

The ancient red dragon sighed: "Okay, okay."

"Call your people."

"I will personally escort you to the Western Regions."

........................

After Li Guanyi made an agreement with Chilong, he returned happily. When the people in Tiance Mansion heard Li Guanyi say that there was a way to go directly to the Western Regions without the previous caravan, they all looked at each other in confusion.

Mr. Wen He thought for a moment and said, "There's no need to waste it."

He took out a few cups and placed a cup on the table first.

"First, Jiangnan pretends that the master is still here to confuse others."

"Then, as the caravan was leaving, someone 'found out' that it was a 'caravan heading to the Western Regions'. By accident, those shrewd spies deduced that this was where 'Qin Wu Hou' was."

Mr. Wen He smiled gently: "In this way, even if someone sees through Jiangnan's disguise, we still have a second plan. If someone sees through the caravan, then we still have a third plan to confuse people."

"In any case, the other party's attention has been diverted by the caravan."

"You can also dig a few pits for them to jump into."

"To sow discord and kill with a borrowed knife."

"My lord, please go to the Western Regions..."

Wen Lingjun: “…………”

Yuan Zhi: “…………”

Yan Daiqing: “…………”

Yan Daiqing patted Li Guanyi on the shoulder and said sadly:

"You did a beautiful job tying him back."

………………

Li Guanyi took the initiative to look for the whale fisherman again. The latter had no patience with Li Guanyi and would start a quarrel after just a few words. However, Li Guanyi took the initiative to tell him what happened to the Demon Sect's grand elder and the fortune-teller Huyan Jixuan that day.

The whale fisherman's body was filled with evil spirit.

Li Guanyi said: "I struck with my sword, leaving a trace of the Scarlet Sky Sword."

"In other words, I marked their secret place."

The whale fisherman is filled with evil spirit.

The young prince smiled and said, "Senior, although I can find the place, I can't get in by myself. If I leave Jiangnan, my strength will be greatly reduced. If the Demon Sect escapes by then, wouldn't it be a pity?"

The whale fisherman sneered and put his hand on Li Guanyi's wrist:

"This kind of thing."

"Second brother, I, your elder brother, really have no choice but to do my duty."

"Did you hear what they said?"

Li Guanyi said: "They want Yaoguang to kill you personally."

"Besides, Senior, just call me Guanyi."

So the smile on the whale fisherman's face became even gentler.

"dream!"

But I don't know who I was talking to.

On the second day, the caravan that had been prepared earlier set off in grand style, but the Qilin Army's detachment heading to the Western Regions was led by Li Guanyi to a mountain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Nangong Wumeng asked in confusion: "Where are we going? Aren't we going to the Western Regions?"

Changsun Wuchou smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know either."

"The Western Region caravan has already set off. I also wrote a letter to the Second Young Master... the Second Young Master, but how did he get here?"

Lei Laomeng, on the other hand, didn't care about all this and just treated it as a mountain climbing trip for fun. When they reached the top of the mountain, they saw a pavilion where Li Guanyi, dressed in cloth, was playing chess, with clouds flowing. Next to him was a silver-haired girl in a hooded robe. Li Guanyi was holding white.

The next move created a ripple in the void.

There was clearly no one opposite Li Guanyi, but the black piece was lifted up and pressed down.

"Everyone is here..."

Li Guanyi looked at Lei Laomeng, Nangong Wumeng and others with a smile.

Everyone returned the greetings, and Changsun Wuchou asked, "My Lord, aren't we going to the Western Regions? Why are we here?"

Li Guanyi said: "Just go from here."

Zhangsun Wuchou was even more puzzled: "But this place is in the mountains of Jiangnan, which is completely opposite to the direction of the Western Regions. Besides, there are no horses or convoys here. How can we get there?"

Li Guanyi picked up the white chess piece, dropped it with a clang, and said with a smile:

"Senior, you lose."

When everyone was puzzled, they suddenly heard a sound like muffled thunder. The clouds flowing between the mountains and ravines in the south of the Yangtze River suddenly moved at a high speed, and the young prince's sleeves fluttered.

There seemed to be a sound of vast breathing, and the next moment, the clouds flowed and dispersed.

A huge golden-red scale and a mountain-like head rose from the sea of ​​clouds, with dragon whiskers hanging down and dragon horns pointing to the sky. A pair of pupils, as big as pavilions, were vast and indifferent as they stared at the pale-faced people over there.

Then they saw Li Guanyi lift up his clothes and pick up the wooden sword with dragon pattern.

Standing here, the ancient red dragon behind him raised its head, and large pieces of clouds fell from the gaps between its scales, shattered with a loud bang, and turned into wisps of flowing clouds. Li Guanyi stood in front of the giant dragon. This look was imprinted in everyone's mind and could never be forgotten.

Li Guanyi spoke with an indescribable sense of pride and joy:
"naturally."

"This way!"

(End of this chapter)