Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1335, Section 1322: The Cat Overlord Strikes Again
Eight armed police officers marched in step to escort the national flag into the stadium.

Sixteen mounted police officers and sixteen motorcycles formed an escort formation that followed closely behind.

As the melody of "Singing for the Motherland" played, 100,000 audience members sang in unison, while 80 model workers from the autonomous region stood at attention, wearing sashes.

The opening ceremony of this year's Naadam Festival has officially begun.

Raise the national flag and play the national anthem.

Then, a "fire-worshiping ceremony group" composed of twelve Mongolian elders surrounded the sacred fire platform with a diameter of three meters and recited "Ode to Fire" in unison, praying for favorable weather and abundant harvests on the grassland.

Light the sacred fire, symbolizing harvest and happiness.

As the Olympic flame was lit, a formation of powered paragliders and light aircraft swept across the venue, with colorful flags fluttering in the wind.

On the ground, 512 wrestlers, dressed in colorful silk belts and leather vests, danced energetically to the sounds of throat singing and long song, their shouts echoing the colorful flags in the air.

The opening of this year's Naadam Festival was a great shock to the audience.

The shock wasn't limited to the 100,000 lucky audience members who won tickets.

There are also countless viewers watching the live stream through multiple domestic platforms and YouTube channels.

The sudden announcement of a massive 160 billion yuan deal yesterday has garnered significant attention overseas, attracting countless eyes.

Countless people are curious: where did this economic conference called the "Naadam Conference" come from? They've never heard of it.
I saw that the opening ceremony was being streamed live when I searched.

I clicked in out of curiosity, and wow, what is this?
Shouldn't economic talks take place in luxury hotels, with people dressed in suits, all elites hurrying around, constantly spouting incomprehensible jargon?

Why is it outdoors?

Why are there so many people?

how……

Holy crap! How come these people are so strong? They're incredibly intimidating.

What are they singing?
Free and unrestrained, high-spirited and passionate, time seemed to stand still, like an eagle spreading its wings and soaring across the sky.

It's as if you're conversing with nature, resonating with the heavens and earth, and all your worries and sorrows drift away with the wind...

Who are they?

Seeing the five-star red flag, they must be from the East, right?
Are there such ethnic groups in the East?
Why...why...why do I feel a little panicked, as if some memory has been awakened.

Those who were awakened were mostly Europeans.

People from other countries don't remember much about it; they just thought it was spectacular, beautiful, and had so many people.

Also, there are so many people here, and it still looks like the wilderness; there's not a trace of a big city.

Why is it possible to stream live? And why is the stream not lagging?
This is incredible, even more incredible than gathering so many people.

The 5G base stations and edge computing devices deployed at the main venue can ensure a smooth network experience for 20 concurrent users.

There's a signal even when you're outside; isn't that common sense?

In addition, there are meteorological satellites in the sky conducting real-time weather observations, predicting rainfall 30 minutes in advance, and adjusting the performance schedule accordingly.

The high-speed rail can take you to Hohhot, where you can transfer to a special grassland tourist train to reach the venue directly.

This year's Naadam Festival is themed "Tradition as the Soul, Technology as the Wings," with tradition on display and technology hidden in every aspect.

The latest technology is actually right under everyone's feet.

This is a super grassland called "A Miracle".

Abdullah is showing off again.

He has 100 square kilometers of such grassland.

Al Ain Oasis, the largest oasis in the UAE, is only twelve square kilometers in size.

This year it has become second.

The Herba Grasslands outside Dubai are now the largest oasis in the UAE.

Herba is an Arabic word meaning gift or blessing.

It has now become a favorite spot for locals. Many people leave their houses in the city to set up tents on the grassland, just to get closer to the greenery.

It has even attracted people from various countries in the Middle East and North Africa to make a special trip to visit it.

Dubai originally received over 600,000 tourists per month, but after the completion of the Super Oriental Shopping Mall, that number increased to over 700,000.

Now they're aiming straight for a million.

Abdullah's prestige is unparalleled, except in the East.

Show off, show off fiercely.

He can show off for a year.

What's most infuriating is that the regional leaders sitting next to them also chimed in.

One moment they say this grassland is quick to grow because the seeds are produced industrially and sown by drones, saving manpower, resources, and time—they grow in just one month.

Then they talked about how powerful this grassland was, how in spring the sandstorms blowing from Outer Mongolia turned into dust storms, then into floating dust, and finally into nothingness.

This spring, the endless yellow sandstorms disappeared, and the sky was returned to blue skies and white clouds, with sunny days coming one after another.

There was no work stoppage, no school closure, and masks were no longer an extension of our faces.

The howling cold wind was blocked to the north, and the southern part of the desert, bordering the Gobi Desert, was actually swept by a gentle spring breeze.

Compared with the same period in previous years, how much less loss, how much less damage, how much fewer cases of illness, and how much crop, aquatic product, and cattle and sheep were saved?

The data is clear, the reasoning is sound, and you can't argue with it.

Finally, it was mentioned that the Naadam Festival was held on this grassland for two reasons: firstly, to commemorate the new journey that has begun in the prevention, control, and ecological protection of desertification.

The next step is to test the grassland's ability to recover.

One hundred thousand spectators, more than five hundred blogger contestants, and a horse team in the background; there were competitions and performances.

So many people singing and dancing on the grassland for dozens of days has definitely exceeded the grassland's carrying capacity.

Will the grasslands recover on their own after the Naadam Festival ends?
He even invited guests from various countries to come and see for themselves.

We've known each other for so many years, we know each other perfectly.

Since you, a great Eastern power, dare to speak out, you must know what you're doing.

Should we wait and see what happens?
I guarantee I'll be part of the atmosphere team, yelling and shouting with my mouth wide open, I can't help but yell even if I don't.

Representatives from the Middle East, Central Asia, and various other countries were filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment.

My heart felt as sour as if I had eaten a hundred pounds of lemons in one go.

It wasn't directed at the leaders of the autonomous region, but at Abdullah.

Damn it, why do you guys get all the good things?

They have no idea that Dubai will add another 1,300 square kilometers of grassland next spring.

I didn't spend a penny; it was a free gift when I signed a big order.

This Super Malan Grass is cultivated for the whole world, not for profit, not to make money, not a single penny.

They are only given away as gifts when exported abroad, and are not sold separately.

Look at that, so stylish, so kind, and so protective of the Earth.

He is definitely a saint of Earth.

As for how to get it delivered, don't worry about that, just tell me whether it was delivered or not.
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They were having a lively conversation over there.

It was lively over there too.

Because the "miracle" grassland is long and narrow, more than 2,000 kilometers long and two to three kilometers wide.

On the map, it's just a thin line.

Like a protective array in a fantasy film, it's a halo of light, a thin barrier that seems fragile enough to be easily broken, yet it can block out extraterrestrial demons.

However, this protective mountain formation is quite large, stretching all the way around the border.

For this reason, this year's Naadam Festival is not like previous years, which were held in a large area of ​​the Hulunbuir Grassland.

Instead, it is arranged in a long strip along both sides.

The spectators, the games, and the opening ceremony performances all take place along this long field.

The audience lined both sides, as if welcoming them from the sidelines.

Today's opening ceremony featured the national flag entering the stadium, escorted by mounted police and motorcycle guards.

However, there were relatively few people in the first few stages, so it was quick to pass.

But when it came to the entrance ceremony for the Bock athletes, there were so many of them, more than 500 people.

Moreover, they sang and danced, moving very slowly. This caused the horse caravans behind them to have to wait for a while.

The riders were not mounted; they were casually holding the reins, scattered across the grassland, distributing flags.

This year's cavalry team consists of a full 1,200 horses and 1,200 riders.

Each flag bearer holds a red flag.

The scene was a sea of ​​red.

Luo Yihang, Wang Shaopeng, and Mansour were among the horse team, and they were at the front of the pack.

Mansur wasn't originally supposed to be there, but he insisted on coming to participate.

His white robes stood out conspicuously in the procession.

He also carried a red flag, saying that when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

It's a red flag, not the national flag, so you can take it.

If it were the five-star red flag, it wouldn't be appropriate for a foreigner to hold it up.

This guy has a bit of a attention-seeking streak; he'd grab the flag and start waving it around, doing it in a very precise and stylish way, which earned him cheers from the crowd.

A little while later, he went to Wang Shaopeng to teach him how to ride a horse. It didn't matter how fast he rode; what mattered was how to ride coolly. Being cool was for life.

That's not enough to keep him busy.

The reins were loosened, and no matter how much the horse, which was more dazzling than Mansour himself, tried to outdo the beautifully standing "Night Breeze," it could not compare to him as it wandered freely on the grass.

"Night Breeze" is the racehorse that Mansour showcased during the live broadcast, which has won twenty-two championships.

That is, the mother of "dead dough steamed buns".

The gentle breeze at night is a beautiful horse.

Its pure white fur gleamed like pearls in the morning sun.

As a purebred Arabian mare, she possesses a near-perfect pedigree—a refined wedge-shaped head, a broad forehead, and nostrils that open like a crescent moon.

What's most amazing are those huge, dark eyes, as if they hold the tenderness of an entire Arabian night.

He simply stood casually in the line, head down, nibbling at the dew-covered tender grass.

That alone is enough to fill the storage space of countless viewers' phones.

She was also one of the most watched horses among the more than 1,200 horses present.

As for why it's one of them?

Because next to it, there was another equally beautiful "Sun King," a golden Akhal-Teke horse.

The "Sun King's" muscles rolled like lava beneath his pale gold fur, each one taut with the arrogance of a king.

It flicked its mane, which shone like gold, and pawed at the ground impatiently, making a dull thud.

This is a proud and temperamental steed, born to be the king of the herd.

At this moment, however, he was enraged by the white horse's indifference.

Suddenly, the Sun King raised his forelegs and let out a long, defiant neigh at the night breeze.

The night breeze didn't even lift its head.

She continued to chew the grass with elegant grace, her slender neck curving into a swan-like shape, her eyelashes casting delicate shadows on her eyelids.

This disregard hurts the Sun King's dignity more than any provocation.

The golden behemoth suddenly charged, its muscles bursting with astonishing power, its hooves thundering across the grassland.

The Sun King's charge was too sudden and too powerful.

Before Luo Yihang could react, the reins slipped from his grasp.

Luo Yihang turned around abruptly, only to see the two horses about to collide.

The night breeze suddenly lifted its head and turned around, its white mane drawing a shimmering arc in the air.

Instead of running away, she moved to the side with the light, graceful steps characteristic of Arabian horses, allowing the frenzied impact to just barely pass by her.

Beautiful and elegant.

The Sun King staggered to a stop, snorting angrily.

Mansour knows horses.

Upon seeing this, he quickly gave a whistle.

Xu Feng glanced at the Sun King in the night, then turned and trotted towards his master, the rhythm of his four hooves landing like the rhymes of a poem.

The night breeze finally looked at it properly, and the Sun King was even more furious.

It suddenly stood upright, turned around on the spot, kicked its legs wildly in the air, raised its head and let out a long howl, its voice like a war cry.

The next moment, it will land, sprint, and use its strong shoulders to directly ram into the enemy, determined to knock down the night breeze and stomp on it ten thousand times.

But the next moment was Ding Xiaoman, who was originally taking a nap on horseback, but was suddenly thrown to the ground by the Sun King.

Ding Xiaoman was so angry! She was sleeping soundly when the bed stood up by itself. How could that be?!
Not only was her sweet dream shattered, but she also tripped and fell on her bottom.

Ding Xiaoman's morning grumpiness exploded.

He leaped up, grabbed the saddle, and mounted the horse. After a couple of quick strides, he jumped again, grabbing the horse's mane with his front paws and swinging his entire body into the air.

I don't know how its round body can be so agile.

Never mind, Ding Xiaoman swung herself around like a giant pendulum, her hind legs straight and together, and slammed into the Sun King's face with a bang.

That was the Sun King, so big and so strong.

But a tiny tabby cat kicked it, knocking its head to the side, and it staggered several steps like a crab.

After being hit, the Sun King immediately became obedient and stood respectfully in place.

With its head and neck bowed and its front legs bent, it signifies submission.

Sure enough, one thing comes down to another.

Only Ding Xiaoman can tame the irritable Sun King.

All of this is complete.

Luo Yihang had only run a few steps when Xu Feng, the night wind, had not yet returned to his master's side.

That's how fast it is.

The scene fell silent for a moment, then erupted in a roar.

Everyone present, whether spectators or riders, jumped up and down, cheering and shouting.

"Cat tyrant!" "Cat tyrant is so awesome!" "Finally, I've seen cat tyrants fight in person!" "I'm going to tell my mom!"

As for the Sun King, who was just receiving a lot of attention, he has long been forgotten.

Wow, love can change so quickly.

Who can blame her for being Ding Xiaoman?

The most famous cat in the country.

Fierce, brutal, and invincible, Cat Overlord's videos of him taking on eight opponents at once have garnered over 100 million views.

It's a cat tyrant!

A single glance was enough to intimidate the national treasure, the crested ibis.

Lead a pack of cats in a battle against squirrels.

During the harvest festival, they promoted cat beds, turning what should have been an intangible cultural heritage into a pet supply store.

In the lottery for Qiuyan No. 9, I personally won the Kubuqi Desert, which will change the world.

It's a beautiful cat that astronauts specifically mentioned in an interview, a cold-faced cat CEO in fanfiction, and Cat Seven imitates its movements to stretch...

He has participated in countless major events and classic scenes.

Most importantly, it is the chairman of the cat family. Its chubby and cute round face is always accompanied by food, appearing in countless people's bags, on tables, and on bedside tables. It appears in the dreams of countless children and is a sweet memory that accompanies them throughout their lives.

With 1,800 layers of filters around him, everything Cat King does is right.

Even though Ding Xiaoman ignored their cheers and didn't even glance at them, she put her hands in her pockets, lay back down on her horse, closed her eyes, and continued to catch up on her sleep.

"Ahhh!!! The Cat Tyrant is so aloof, I love him so much!!!"

But these cheers attracted another guy...

(End of this chapter)