The matters in the letter were not secrets, but a call from the headquarters of the Tuositang. All branches and helmsmen in various places had to send representatives, and it would be best if they were the hall masters or helmsmen.
"Has the master passed away?" Loran Hill looked at the words above and muttered softly.
"That's right, the old master is over 110 years old. When I joined, he was already the leader of the sect. Later he also guided me a lot..." Looking back on the past, the hall master was filled with emotion. Half a century has passed.
"His passing away is within everyone's expectations, but we didn't expect it to happen at such a special time." He tapped the envelope on the table with his fingers, and then talked about the current situation of Tuositang.
"A month ago, the Panlong Society sent people to negotiate peace with us, and they made certain concessions with a sincere attitude."
"At the time, the sect was divided into two factions. Some didn't want to stop, as many brothers had died in the fighting. But others suggested accepting the peace talks. After all, continuing the fight would be detrimental to both sides. If the situation got out of hand, it might even draw a warning from the imperial authorities."
"The old sect leader said we can make peace, but we need to ask the people of Bailu Qixuanwu to be witnesses. After all, they are the oldest and most influential sect in the Southern Twenty-Two Continents."
"After this condition was put forward, the Panlong Society didn't respond immediately, seemingly hesitating. At this time, someone inside the sect said that the other party was clearly not sincere and might be deliberately stalling for time to mobilize strong forces from their base to provide support."
"That does make sense. The borders being contested now are mostly in the 22 southern states, far from their strongholds."
"Some people in the sect are getting impatient. They think if they wait any longer, they'll be laughed at and laughed at. If people say that the Panlong Society used a little trick to scare the over 100,000 heroes of the Tuoshitang, their reputation will be ruined."
"So they started fighting again, but the old sect leader couldn't wait for the Panlong Society's response before he passed away."
"Now it's not just a question of who will succeed him, but also a question of whether to continue fighting the Panlong Society or to negotiate peace."
"So in order to compete for the position of the sect leader, or to give a result that satisfies everyone, the headquarters sent a call-up letter to all of you this time, right?" Loran Hill responded.
"Yes." He looked up at the intelligent girl.
"This feels a bit dangerous. You all rush to Nanfengzhou. What if the Panlong Society comes to seize the territory at this time?"
"Well, Miss Jialan, there's no need to worry. Panlong won't take action for at least two months."
"Oh, is that because?"
"Bailu Qixuanwu issued a circular to suspend the fight for two months. They will also send people to pay their respects to the old master."
"Will Panlong be so obedient?" Loran Hill asked curiously.
"Although they won't listen to everything, I don't think they will refute Bailu Qixuanwu's reputation for such a small matter."
"Miss Jialan is from the central part of the dynasty. You might not know that our twenty-two southern continents were all blessed by the legacy of Honghu in ancient times. Each continent has a temple dedicated to the White Phoenix and Honghu. Honghu, the Phoenix of the Five Virtues, is extremely prestigious among the people. The 'Seven Xuanwu of Bailu' is the direct descendant of Honghu and controls most of the shamans in the south. Even the government needs the assistance of the 'Seven Xuanwu of Bailu' on some matters."
"So I wonder if Panlong would risk the wrath of the world and launch a surprise attack during the mourning period just for this little thing."
Bai Feng Hong Hu?
For some reason, Loran Hill recalled the scene he had seen in Dorothy's memory. That was the last time Dorothy saw Honghu. He was standing under the sycamore tree on the Yellow Sea Mountain, mourning the Phoenix Witch who was no longer there. He was wearing a white dress and holding a paper umbrella. He stood quietly, his figure looking extremely weak and distant.
By then, Qingluan and Qiongju had already died in the chaos disaster, leaving only three of the Five Phoenixes, and Honghu was also extremely weak, almost falling into a deep sleep.
I don’t know if Honghu is still alive now. If I could see her, I would probably know a lot about the past of the East.
At the end of "The Sun of Divine Wings", after the crowns of the sun and the moon were shattered, among the remaining few of the Seven Virtues, two had oriental names, one was "Wa" and the other was "Xing". The dragon veins and secret caves in the mountains and rivers of the Eastern Continent today may be their arrangements.
From the disappearance of the Sun of Divine Wings to the birth of the Phoenix Witch, how did the Eastern Continent survive during this long period of time? Logically, there should have been humans living there at that time, but they were very few and did not occupy a dominant position.
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Loran Hill raised his head and asked.
"That is to say, if I go directly to Nanfengzhou this time, I will be able to meet the person I'm looking for."
"Yes, he is now at least at the fifth level, so he must be among the invited guests." The hall master explained.
"Okay, let's set off today or tomorrow." I didn't expect that after a short trip around the southern states, I still had to go to Nanfengzhou. It seems that I am destined to go this time.
Nanfengzhou is the most prosperous of the 22 southern continents. It has numerous ports and prosperous trade. Many chambers of commerce have set up their headquarters here. Thousands of ships come in and out every day, bringing rare items from the West and shipping out famous porcelain products from the East.
On the second day, Loran Hill boarded a large pleasure boat from Taowu Island and sailed south along the river.
The blue waves ripple gently, and the scenery on both sides changes layer by layer, with mountains and ridges, wild water and swamps, fertile fields and ditches. The scenery of each state is in full view.
Taowuzhou is famous for its peach blossoms and peach trees. To the south is Zheluozhou, which is Yang Xuemo’s hometown.
What is "ochre"? It is silk fabric dyed with ochre powder. Its color is like the light dark red of dried blood, or like okra petals. In ancient times, this soft silk fabric was very popular, but with the establishment of dynasties and the development of various dyeing techniques, this dark red tone gradually became unpopular, and this place is no longer as prosperous as before.
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