Mountain dwelling practice: I am a gentle guest in the world

Chapter 941

The destination border was far away, and the Immortal Lord's vehicle seemed to be moving slowly, but in fact it was constantly folding time and space to travel, but it still took two days and two nights.

He was assigned to the mission on short notice and was to set off the next day.

He had to wait for the border area to receive the information and prepare, and then stay on the spot to prepare for the battle. These two days and two nights were a time for him to prepare the border area soldiers mentally, and also a chance for the saints and saints of the peace faction to inform the Xiaodi tribe.

Let the Xiaodi tribe prepare for the battle, and those who need to hide should find a place to hide quickly. If even one person manages to escape, he will be considered the loser.

This is the difference between Immortal Venerable Qingsu and other highly respected Immortal Venerables. Even if the latter do not have compassion for the world, they will respect the lives of all living beings. The former does not have such a kind heart. He regards life as worthless and the battlefield as a theater.

Therefore, all the immortals both respect and fear him, and call him the Demon Lord behind his back.

As we all know, a true immortal would never do such a thing as exterminating a whole race of people. As the border got closer and closer, the clear blue sky gradually became windy and covered with dark clouds. The entire sky was dark and oppressive, with a strong tendency for a storm to come.

There are a total of one thousand soldiers accompanying the emperor. They are usually stationed in Xiaojing and will only follow the Immortal Master Qingsu when he goes on an expedition.

There were originally 3,000 soldiers. The Immortal Venerable had stopped fighting for many years, and the other 2,000 soldiers had been distributed to various territories to guard the borders. These 3,000 soldiers were not his personal soldiers, but the elite who had survived under his command until now.

The reason for letting them go along was not for any other reason, but simply because the Immortal Master was used to it, and they were particularly familiar with the methods and procedures of confiscating property and exterminating clans.

Emperor Yun is different from the emperors in the mortal world. He is not afraid that the immortals may have greater talents than him.

Appoint people based on their merit and select people based on their ability.

He would employ whoever had the talent to govern the world. As the Immortal Venerable Qing Su was leading the army personally, he wished he could give him the greatest convenience to end the war as soon as possible, let alone just a thousand guards from the capital.

This was what Meng Ji had talked about with her while he was serving her tea on board, and was whispered to her while the Immortal Master was taking a nap.

For the past two days, the Immortal Venerable had mostly been sitting or lying in the curtains, resting his eyes. Behind him was a couch specially set up for her, which she had never used. What a joke, he brought his family with him to the battle, and it was he who had his reputation damaged.

If she went to rest on the bed, it would mean she admitted that she was his pendant, which would also damage her reputation.

Buddha competes for a stick of incense, and people compete for a breath.

No matter how bad she was, she was still Asan, the indomitable pharmacist of Xingsui Continent, and the little Sang Lord of Qingyun Immortal Realm who was not easily affected by fame or disgrace. Although she was carried aboard the Cloud Boat by him this time, since she was here, she did not intend to damage her reputation or hinder him.

He fought his battles and she dodged hers, never letting him be distracted.

But don't even think about letting her fight. Loving peace is a life attitude that is engraved in her bones.

Not only did she never get on the couch, she also never took a step onto his coach's seat. She just sat on the deck, occasionally meditating and practicing qigong, closing her eyes to take a nap; or she took out the Qingchen Jade Flute to play music to relieve her boredom, or rode on Aman, who had transformed into a flying python, for a ride.

With the clear and melodious sound of the flute, thousands of cavalrymen and soldiers approached the border.

The environment at the border of the two domains is not as pure and romantic as that of the Green Domain. The turbid wind is as sharp as a knife, and the sight is yellow sand or barren mountains. There are strange trees and rocks everywhere. Not to mention ordinary spirits, even immortals alone would feel terrified.

The appearance of the Immortal Lord's vehicle excited the soldiers stationed at the border. They saluted and shouted in unison:

"Welcome Your Majesty!"

Damn it, the anger that had been held back for years was finally coming to an end. Without any orders, the 10,000 soldiers who were ready to go directly took off to join the 1,000 soldiers, and the remaining 20,000 continued to guard the border to prevent any fish from slipping through the net.

According to the usual practice of the Immortal Lord going into battle, his chariot did not need to stop, and he did not need to give orders personally. His generals would march directly to the border of the Xiaodi tribe.

Seeing that the war was about to begin and people were devastated, the peace advocates stationed at the border sent immortal officials to risk their lives to come on clouds to stop the war:
"Your Excellency! Your Excellency, wait a minute..." Before he could finish his words, he was coldly chopped off the clouds by a soldier at the front. If he was not dead, the custom would be to cut off half of his cultivation and hand him over to the soldiers stationed below to be taken away and dealt with as they pleased. The Immortal Venerable would not care about such trivial matters.

"Your Majesty, we are immortals! We cannot be killed!"

"There are so many innocent people, how can the heavens bear it?"

"Comrades, open your eyes and look at those innocent old people. How could you kill them?"

"My immortal race is slaughtering people on such a large scale, which is bound to draw the wrath of heaven..."

That immortal official was a fearless man. Even though his cultivation was reduced to half in the blink of an eye, he still tried to plead for the kind people of the Xiaodi tribe in various ways while being taken away.

Even though there was only one immortal official who was beaten, he was just the first one to come out as a target, playing the role of a dying remonstrance with honor. Although he is not dead now, the fact that the immortal master allowed his subordinates to destroy half of his life's cultivation with just one move was enough to cause public outrage.

Even if there are few angry immortals, they are still a force that cannot be underestimated, and they may be useful in the future.

Behind this man was a small group of peace advocates. When they saw him being silenced and taken away, someone immediately stepped forward. This time they did not dare to block the way, after all, they were reluctant to sacrifice half of their life's cultivation. They just stood in front of the garrison troops on the ground and shouted to the commander's car:

"Your Majesty, I heard that you have found a partner. Have you ever thought about whether she will be implicated in the future?"

This was truly treasonous, and the garrison commander was afraid that he would be implicated, so he personally took action to silence the man and detained him. At the same time, he ordered all the soldiers to keep a close eye on those who advocated peace, and anyone who dared to speak would be detained immediately.

However, it was too late. The immortal who was sitting upright in his car with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes with a cold and sharp look.

Although the emotions were not evident, the soldiers around him knew that the situation was not good. The whole place was silent. Even the soldiers' mounts flapped their wings with extreme caution, wishing they could ride the wind without wings.

Sang Yue, who was playing with the jade flute, didn't expect to be shot while sitting. She sensed that the atmosphere was not right, and instinctively turned around and rushed to the seat to hold the chair and smiled, like a charming enchantress with a coquettish look:
"Your Majesty, these people are disrespectful to you and speak rudely to their own people. They cannot distinguish right from wrong and are so treacherous. They must be severely punished."

Qingsu Immortal Venerable closed his eyes silently, and when he opened them again he glanced at her:

"How severe do you want the punishment?"

"They regarded their enemies as their best friends and ignored the lives of thousands of their comrades who died at the hands of the Xiaodi tribe. So they should be punished to go to the Heroes' Shrine to stand guard for the comrades who died at the hands of the Xiaodi tribe in recent years. They should call out the names of each hero and recite their merits.

I kneel down three times and kowtow nine times to thank them for maintaining the peace and tranquility of Qingyu. We are all immortals, so I will kneel until all the heroes have successfully passed away. "

What is so terrible about death? It is more painful to live a life worse than death.

Those annoying things, just curse him if you want, why curse her?
"You know how to be a good person," she looked at him eagerly, with a tone of coquettishness that was not artificial, which made Qingsu Immortal Venerable look away indifferently, staring at the border that was getting closer and closer in front of him and sneering, "Okay, let someone guard them and kowtow, they have to kowtow even if they don't want to."

Since they are punished to kowtow, we cannot let them die. If they refuse to kowtow, we should find a way to make them kowtow.

She was right, they were all immortals, so they could do whatever they wanted.

"Yes!" The soldiers accompanying the emperor responded and left.

After successfully stopping a wave of killing against his own people before the two armies faced off, Sang Yue retired, silently leaving the Immortal's seat, holding his flute, and returned to where he had just sat.

Damn it, beg for mercy if you want. She didn’t know why she behaved like that just now.

The point is that people don't buy her tricks, which is so embarrassing.

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