Becoming a God Starting from a Water Monkey

Chapter 672: A chicken in a fermented jar, a frog in a well.

The bell of Ruibin keeps ringing.

Treasures and jade from past dynasties and chariots and rides are displayed in the main hall. Tianyu guards wear bronze armor and have solemn ceremonial guards.

The Holy Emperor, with his crown on his head, came to the pavilion, and the Holy Emperor retreated to cover himself in the tent.

All the officials, envoys, civil and military nobles wore court robes and stood solemnly. Everyone watched quietly as the envoys in the North Courtyard walked in all directions and bowed to wait under the jade ridge.

The envoys of the Chao Dynasty did not live in the imperial capital, so they did not know much, so they just regarded it as ordinary.

The envoys from small countries all envy Beiting for being ranked first.

Although Dashun is invincible in the world, if you want to be ranked second, it must be Beiting.

Tigers and wolves.

They are all man-eating beasts.

"Batu, the Qiyan Department's Qitor, please refer to the Shunyuan Dabao Holy Text, Shenwu Fatian, and His Majesty the Emperor!"

Batu is stocky and tall, with white temples, thick cheeks with brown spots, and his eye sockets are as narrow as willow leaves.

He knelt down on one knee and saw his own reflection on the smooth, mirror-like ground. He saw everyone's slanted gazes, and he suddenly felt uneasy and worried.

Something is wrong.

However, being chosen as the representative of the mission, he had a certain amount of calmness and determination, and it all depended on people's efforts. Batu did not panic due to the situation in the palace, gathered his thoughts, and respectfully presented his congratulatory form.

The eunuch took over and forwarded it to the Dianke of Honglu Temple.

Dianke opened the album.

"Yuanzheng starts from Zuo, and everything is new... The royal court of Ogedai Khan, which is not called the Qingque Court, celebrates the festival, and specially sends Batu, a warrior from the Qiyan tribe, as an envoy to convey his congratulations to Emperor Dabao of Shunyuan... …”

"Grandmaster envoy..."

Liang Qu observed silently.

In martial arts practice, you can basically tell if you are weak at a glance. Not to mention the exaggeration of certain apertures and meridians in the small realm. It is not a big problem to identify the four passes and seven paths. But if you encounter something that you can't see, you can know the realm with your buttocks. Be much higher than yourself.

As for the boss, he disguises himself and hides himself.

Usually not that free.

Always pay attention to your posture and control your breath to a fixed level, no matter how tired you are.

The Batu in front of him gave him an unfathomable feeling. There was no doubt that he was the master of Zhenxiang!

In the entire palace, apart from Beiting, there was no other such powerful person to serve as an envoy.

So broad!

It is estimated that this is the only way to suppress all the Beiting geniuses.

After finishing the thought, I heard the congratulations from the North Courtyard.

"The Golden Court presented fifty mountain snow leopard cubs, ten one-horned helmeted rhinoceros, thousand-year-old snow lotus flowers..."

Sing it.

Nothing happened.

Just as Liang Qu was confused, Honglu Temple wanted to send the Loulan envoy down.

"Wait!"

Batu stopped drinking, took out another album from his sleeve, held it up with both hands, and raised it respectfully.

A cold breeze flows.

There was a slight roar in the hall.

Late but arrived!

Liang Qu has sharp ears.

The envoys of small countries were not afraid of Dashun Yushi. They looked at each other and some even talked down to him.

Why are there two congratulatory letters in Beiting?

What's the matter, can't write one letter?

The rest of the lower-ranking Beijing officials and court envoys all had accidents. If anything goes wrong, there must be monsters. Could it be that the Beiting barbarians want to stir up trouble?

Batu stood respectfully in the center of the hall, holding a single page of the album, neither humble nor arrogant.

The chamberlain looked at the Holy Emperor.

The Holy Emperor nodded.

The second "Congratulatory Letter" is received.

Dianke browsed a few sentences, his pupils narrowed.

What a hot potato!

"Xu Qing's family."

"His Majesty!"

"read."

"……yes!"

Dianke glanced at Batu, swallowed his breath and recited.

"To Emperor Shunyuan Dabao: I have heard that although there is a good sword, if it is not forged, it will not be sharp; even though there is a good bow, if it is not sharpened, it will not be straight..."

…

The sun is rising.

The sundial on the Danbi is moving gradually, and the white marble disk reflects the dazzling white light.

"It's Beiting's turn, right?"

Hua Qingdu and Li Bingzhong guarded the outside of the palace, glanced at the vermilion wall beside them, and then at the sundial needle.

The process of celebrating the new festival is very different from year to year, starting with the inside and then the outside, and the time can be calculated at all times.

It's time for the diplomatic missions from various countries to give gifts and dance...

Thoughts are born.

There was a noise in the hall behind the two of them.

Many sentences were mixed into a mush, followed by several loud curses. His voice was unfamiliar, his accent was thick, and he had a strong sense of foreignness. He was supposed to be an envoy of a small country.

Thunder on the ground.

Even though Batu, the envoy of the North Court, spoke nicely, he still did not change the fact that he was provocative in public on a festive day!

As a result, Dashun's own people were not anxious, but the small countries were the first to be angry.

Of course, most of them are small southern countries.

The people who come after him will sound familiar, and they are probably prime ministers and ministers.

It's just that the Tianchen Palace is too big, and the high-ranking official is close to the front, so the words are not very clear to the outside of the palace, either scolding or ridiculing.

The one that pops out at the end is more familiar.

Captain Meng Qiang took the initiative to ask for help, just like Hong Zhongda Lu.

"You rule the roost with your doors closed, and you are arrogant; you are like a chicken in a fermented urn, and a frog in a well. I don't know what the sky outside the urn and the sea outside the well are like, let alone the dragon in Mingbo, and the flood waves that strike three thousand miles away!"

Your Majesty, Beiting has summoned most of the powerful clans to pick out gold from the sand and comb through the talents. Now above the main hall, under the jade terrace, there are as many stars as there are cow hairs!

So why do we need to choose a day to compete and another day to choose talents? The winner can be decided today! "

The poor picture shows the dagger!

In Huaqingdu, Li Bingzhong looked excited. They wanted to turn around, but as the face of the emperor, they all suppressed their emotions.

In the Wu Xun queue, Xu Wenzhu was secretly surprised.

Meng Qiang wrote a lot of drafts before he went to the palace. He was so full of poems and ancient sayings that he almost couldn't hold them anymore...

Many officials who did not know the inside story were stunned and speechless.

They looked at Meng Qiang, wondering for a moment whether Captain Meng was one of their own or had accepted bribes from Beiting to deliberately set things off.

no.

It's too exaggerated...

The person who knows you best will always be your opponent.

The battle between Dashun and Beiting has continued from the previous dynasty to the present and has never stopped. The power of Beiting and the bravery of the eight major tribes are obvious to all.

Today's move was undoubtedly well prepared.

Above the main hall, not to mention literary honors, martial arts are all masters. If there is no time to compete, only Tianyu Guards will be left.

Dozens of people on duty in the Light Hall were suddenly pulled out to compete with the elites carefully selected by Beiting...

Someone organized a conversation to try to save some room for Meng Qiang and not to be too embarrassed.

"allow!"

All the officials were silent.

The smart one senses something is wrong, keeps his mouth shut, and is determined to observe again.

However, they kept silent, but the prime minister, the six ministers, and even some military officials jumped out one after another, leaving room for excuses.

"Your Majesty! I, Dashun, naturally have no fear of the talents of the North Court, and there is no need to select experts from all over the country. The imperial capital city is enough. However, this matter was rushed and sudden. I may not be able to rely only on the Tianyu Guards in the palace. I hope I can withdraw my life!"

"Your Majesty! The Tianyu Guards are our great heroes. There are too few in the palace and we are unable to handle them. You might as well spare three days to select good ones from all the Tianyu Guards and the Yulin Army! Let's start the arena again!"

What's going on?

Duo Drama?

Will it work?

The envoy from the small country was confused.

Many officials and envoys from the court also walked around twice and thought about it again and again.

No surprises.

The Holy Emperor dismissed all of Jun Wu's words, and his eyes fell on Meng Qiang who was under the jade steps.

"Just follow what Meng Qing's family said, the palace will choose!"

At this time, Meng Qiang, who was boasting about Haikou in front of the palace, seemed to suddenly come to his senses, with beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, feeling a little "frightened".

"I obey your Majesty's order!"

Batu looked sideways and finally understood where the previous uneasiness came from.

He might have been tricked by others, but even so, Batu was not the least bit weird.

The arrow is on the string.

"Master Batu said, warrior, please come to the main hall."

Batu took out a note from his sleeve and said, "I would like to trouble you, Lord Chamberlain, to summon people to the palace according to this name."

Outside Tianchen Hall.

The messenger from Beiting became famous and moved.

Haru Khan, who is 10 meters tall, leads the way, followed by Sunar, Bai Bianhua, He Lun'e and others. Their height and size, set off by Haru Khan, look a bit more funny, like an old duck's butt. Suffixed with a small feathered duck.

This situation.

The whole square was whispering to each other, wondering what was going on.

"Doesn't comply with the process..."

"If you offer a gift, the people from Honglu Temple can just take it away. Why do all the people from Beiting go to the temple..."

"Could it be a good gift?"

"Can Beiting give you a good gift?"

The stairs are long.

White is better than frost and snow.

Sunar walked behind Haruhan, stepped onto the carved white marble staircase, and entered the majestic Tianchen Palace, just like an ant crawling into a turtle shell.

This place is almost a square, with flat golden square tiles paving the ground and extending thousands of steps in all directions.

Majestic and silent.

The civil and military ranks formed a long queue.

The emperor of Dashun is high up, with twelve black beads on his crown standing motionless, half-covered and half-covered, showing his unfathomable power.

A heavy power came down, and the sound of many people talking loudly seemed to ring in my ears, but when I listened carefully, I felt that it was just a breeze sweeping through the hall.

It’s a grand scene that’s definitely not found in Beiting.

"Haruhan!" Batu shouted, "Come to me and let His Majesty Emperor Shunyuan Dabao take a good look at the warriors of our royal court!"