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Chapter 135: Tao Eat Pot Pulp

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    Li Da gave Li Xian a wink, and Li Xian said, "Your Majesty, the envoy, wants you to stand up and speak."

    Everyone knelt still.  Sun Heng came out, holding a piece of white silk in his hand, walked to Li Da and knelt down to present it.  Li Da looked at Chen Lu, who immediately nodded. Mongolians and people from the Western Regions respect white.  Xizi walked over and took the white silk and looked at it. There were densely written characters on it, both Chinese characters and Western characters.

    Sun Heng said: "Master Angel, the Celestial Empire has been the teacher of benevolence and righteousness since ancient times. We villagers who are thousands of miles away can still bathe in the divine grace and be transformed into kings. The villagers here respect the Holy One, and now all the people pay tribute to the Emperor. He is the Holy One."  The mission sent saved us. Long live, long live, long live!" The villagers also shouted together.

    Li Da¡¯s eyes shone with light. People¡¯s hearts are made of flesh, so sincerity should be exchanged for sincerity. After returning to the capital, presenting this to the emperor would be better than anything else. He knew the emperor too well.  Of course, this is all due to Chen Zicheng. When he returns to Beijing, he will definitely tell the emperor to give Zicheng an official title.

    Li Da thought of this, asked Xizi to help Sun Heng up, and said happily: "I accept it on behalf of the Holy Spirit. Villagers, whether at home or abroad, are loyal subjects of the Heavenly Kingdom. When you are in trouble, the imperial court will never sit back and watch.  Reason. The imperial court has nothing to ask of you. It only hopes that you will be content with your job, be diligent in farming, live a prosperous life, and live an endless life. Your saint is far away in the capital. My wish is enough."

    At this time, Hasan shouted: "The time is up, let's go!"

    The three earth-shaking cannon blasts made the earth seem to tremble. The villagers stood up and stood on both sides.  Sun Heng waved his hand, and several people came over holding wine pots and wine cups. The three envoys picked up the wine, bowed to the southeast, sprinkled the wine on the ground, returned the wine utensils, got on the carriage, mounted the horse, and headed westward in a majestic and high-spirited manner.  go.

    Li Da opened the curtain and waved to the people. Chen Lu saw that his face was flushed with excitement, and he was very happy in his heart. Now he can boast about it. This is so cool!  So stylish!  The people of the Western Regions ate pots of milk to welcome the king's army.  Chen Lu also felt a bit proud and very happy. He shouted, "Drive," and the big green horse snorted and ran forward.

    The mission has walked more than sixty miles, and the place is still the same as it was after the heavy rain, but it feels getting hotter and hotter. Both Luhatu and Long Gang said that they are almost at the Flame Mountain.  Li Da originally thought that things like the Flame Mountain were myths and legends, but along the way he realized that these legends were actually true.  Of course, this refers to some place names.

    The last time Chen Lu visited Baoli City, he had only heard of the Flame Mountain.  He was wondering if someone would write a book about their journey to the West in the future and pass it on to future generations.  That would be great, then my old man would also have a name in history, a big celebrity.

    At the end of the day, everyone felt uncomfortably hot, and the number of pedestrians here gradually decreased.  Chen Lu looked into the distance. Under the sun, he saw blazing fire, flames rising into the sky, black smoke billowing, and no birds and beasts.  He thought that this should be the place where those fire ghosts lived. It was true that the fire and water supported the ghosts.  The blind ghost king Xie Shisan was taken to the North Sea to become a ghost. I wonder if there are any fire ghosts making trouble here?

    Chen Lu looked around again. There were no crops for dozens of miles around, and the ground was covered with thick black ash.  Li Da ordered a rest, and everyone stopped to watch. Everyone, including Li Da, was stunned. They didn't expect that there really was a Flame Mountain, and the scene of the fire erupting was so spectacular.

    Li Da stood there and sighed, fortunately it was still March. If it were summer, he might not be able to stand for a moment.

    Li Da admired it for a while and said, "Sir Zicheng, such a beautiful scenery cannot be without poetry. You should compose one." Everyone also encouraged him.

    Chen Lu was a person who showed off his personality and never acted like a coy child. After watching the Flame Mountain for a while, he already had this intention, and he said with great pride: "I can see that you all know my Zicheng's literary works."  Name, if I give in any more, it will not be modesty, it will be hypocrisy, and it is not my Zicheng personality. I am going to say it now, who will record it, I still want to pass it on to future generations."

    Everyone laughed, Li Xian said with a smile: "Don't worry, Mr. Chen, I will remember it, and I will write it down when we set up camp, and it will be accurate."

    "Okay, remember, I said:

    A piece of blue smoke and a piece of red,

    The flames of arrogance are about to burn out.

    The spring light is not half as clear as summer,

    Who knows that there is Zhurong in the West?  "

    Everyone cheered.

    Li Da praised: "Master Zicheng speaks well. He has the talents of Yang Xiong and Zijian. He is truly the number one talent in our dynasty."

    Nalan rushed to say: "My little girl has never learned a few Chinese characters. She can't read Chinese character books, let alone any poetry. But Mr. Chen's poems seem to be in my brain, as if they are on my lips.  , I just can¡¯t express it.¡± Everyone said so.

      Chen Lu knew that his poems were very ordinary, Nalan's poems were sincere, and the others had a bit of de Gaulle in them.  Before he wrote the poem, he suddenly thought of the soldiers who died in the bellies of these fire ghosts, so he wrote the last sentence, which can be regarded as a little memory of the martyrs.

    The person who understands poetry best here is Li Xian. When he came to the last sentence, he was startled for a moment, and then he understood Chen Lu's inner misery and the inner world of this unreliable official who laughs and laughs every day.  He didn't comment anymore, he just said he remembered everything.

    Ha San suggested to drive quickly from the official road and pass through the Flame Mountain quickly.  He had lingering fears. Along the way, he suffered the greatest loss in the battle between fire ghosts.  While they were admiring the scenery, chatting about the moon, and reciting poems, he was so nervous that he sent out warnings in all directions, not daring to take his eyes off the sky for a moment.

    Several envoys understood what he meant.  Li Da ordered, "Go forward at full speed and camp at Liusha River fifty miles away."

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????The flaming mountain passed, and the Liusha River came again, the feelings are all real.  Some soldiers were afraid that there might be ghosts like Monk Sha there.  Li Da was also a little worried. He was afraid that it would be like the legendary Liusha River, and he would not be able to camp.

    Walking through the Flame Mountain, the traces of rain became smaller and smaller, and they were all dry and smooth official roads. Soon after walking more than sixty miles, it was already dark.

    The outpost came to report and arrived at Liusha River.  Because it was dark and I didn't know the bottom of Liusha River, I was afraid it was as dangerous as the legend said, so I didn't dare to cross the river and set up camp on the east side.  Fortunately, there were a lot of woods, and the fence was quickly erected with torches.

    Li Da took people to check out the Liusha River. It was already early March, and the crescent moon gave off a faint light.  When everyone walked to the river, they didn't hear the sound of the stormy water, and they couldn't see how much water there was under the moonlight.  Chen Lu asked the man holding the torch to walk towards the river.

    Several soldiers were holding torches and walking cautiously, and accidentally walked to the other side.  Everyone couldn't help but smile, what a stormy sea, it was just a small stream.  Under the light of the torch, the bottom is crystal clear, and the narrowest part does not reach the knees, but most places can only reach the tops of the feet.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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