Chapter 444 Closing the Net (2)
Laozi didn't even have time to say goodbye to Nuwa. He immediately got up and rushed out of Nuwa's palace.
That wretched second brother of mine, he was just explaining the Way of Heaven, how could he have harbored such rebellious thoughts? The sages have achieved a delicate balance, why should they break it?
Nuwa raised an eyebrow and suddenly blocked Laozi's path. "Senior Brother, where are you planning to go?"
Lao Tzu cursed inwardly, "What goes around comes around."
Nuwa smiled insincerely, letting you block her way in the Nuwa Palace, finally giving me the perfect opportunity.
“Junior Sister Nuwa, please step aside immediately,” Laozi said quickly. “Zhunti and Jieyin are at risk of perishing. This is extremely urgent and not a time for jokes.”
"Oh? But what does that have to do with me?" Nuwa scoffed. It's good that Zhunti and Jieyin have perished. She hasn't forgotten that if it weren't for those two blocking the door that day, she wouldn't have lost Fuxi, and the demon race wouldn't have lost the favor of heaven and earth.
Although Fuxi was restored to his former self, he was now a human Fuxi, no longer the demon Fuxi of her elder brother.
"You are not allowed to leave now. You came as you pleased, but you should leave as I please." It's easy for me to come, but now you want me to leave whenever I want? Where does that leave the face of the Goddess Nuwa?
If it were anyone else, Nuwa would make things difficult for Laozi and then let him go. But it was Zhunti. Nuwa was so angry that she gritted her teeth whenever she thought about it. She couldn't be happier if someone dealt with those two.
Losing two saints is no big deal, we still have the four saints, don't we?
"Junior Sister Nuwa, please step aside." I don't want to fight Nuwa unless absolutely necessary.
“No,” Nuwa said, taking out the red embroidered ball, “I want to see my eldest brother’s demeanor.”
Nuwa felt that her luck and cultivation had been improving recently, which she guessed was related to the rising fortune of the human race. Xiao Shi was indeed her only hope. Once she became the human emperor, look at how her saintly strength increased so much, and even the Red Embroidered Ball advanced.
Nuwa wanted to test her current strength by confronting Laozi head-on, lest some people increasingly overlook the fact that she, a saint of both the demon and human races, still existed in the world.
I plucked a few whiskers from Lao Tzu's beard. What kind of fate does he have, always encountering strange people? Even Nuwa, at crucial moments, is someone who lacks a sense of the big picture and only cares about her own feelings.
There was no other way. Nuwa's red embroidered ball seemed to have advanced. Laozi carefully took out the Taiji Diagram. He had to finish this quickly. Yuanshi was going crazy, and Tongtian couldn't wait for anyone.
The Tai Chi diagram in Lao Tzu's hand stood in mid-air, transforming the spiritual energy in Nuwa's Palace into extreme Yin and extreme Yang. The surging Yang energy and the silent Yin energy swirled within Nuwa's Palace, forming a giant Tai Chi diagram...
"Blow..." Laozi actually planned to blow up Nuwa Palace in one fell swoop.
Nuwa's face was so black it seemed to drip ink, and countless golden-red threads extended from her red embroidered ball, probing into the Tai Chi Yin-Yang storm, "Reverse..."
Damn it, those two brothers are squandering their money on her Nuwa Palace.
Nuwa reversed the direction of the Taiji Yin-Yang storm, but unfortunately, the Nuwa Palace could not withstand this enormous energy and silently dissolved into chaos during this confrontation.
"I'm sorry, Junior Sister Nuwa. I will definitely have my disciple rebuild the Nuwa Palace with rare and precious materials another day." Laozi threw out the Taiji Diagram again. In the chaos, the area covered by the Taiji Diagram was divided into Yin and Yang, the sky was clear and the earth was turbid, and life and death were also quietly changing in the dark.
Lao Tzu constructed his own realm of harmony between heaven and man in the midst of chaos.
Nuwa threw out a red embroidered ball, and thousands of red threads tied into thousands of knots, pointing at the key point, creating a passage to leave the domain, and then opened the Mountain and River Map with her other hand.
The battle between Laozi and Nuwa in the chaos is raging, and it seems unlikely that Laozi will be able to shake off Nuwa anytime soon...
Chang Hao was busy arranging his troops when he noticed that the four saints were fighting in the formation. Hearing a few words from them, he knew that the battle was started by Yuanshi Tianzun. He glanced over in his busy schedule and saw that Yuanshi Tianzun was not at a disadvantage, so he let them fight it out.
After setting up the great formation, Chang Hao, dressed in black, boarded the carriage with his sword and went to inspect the military camp.
Dou Rong stayed by his side, keeping a close watch on his surroundings, not daring to relax for a moment even in his own camp.
Chang Hao limped and headed towards the wounded soldiers' camp.
“Your Majesty, the wounded soldiers’ camp is filthy and may be difficult for Your Majesty to see.” Dou Rong followed Chang Hao closely.
"It's alright. They are all brave warriors of my Yin Shang Dynasty. They are loyal to their country and fight to the death. How could I find them filthy or an eyesore?" Chang Hao had planned everything in advance, but all he did was minimize unnecessary sacrifices. Since they were here, why wouldn't he come and take a look?
"Recently, for some reason, Zhou Jun's offensive has been swift and he seems restless," Dou Rong reported, sharing his observations.
“Zhou’s army is short of food.” Chang Hao smiled. “The supply lines have been cut off.”
"Your Majesty, I congratulate you." Dou Rong immediately understood.
"We, ruler and subject, should rejoice together." Chang Hao was confident and composed, waiting to reap the rewards.
"Your Majesty, this way please."
The wounded soldiers' camp was orderly and not filthy as Dou Rong had described. The wounded soldiers were in good spirits, and those who were conscious and had nothing to do chose to talk quietly, which also helped to distract themselves.
Listen carefully, and you'll hear that they're talking about how many acres of land they can exchange for their military merits after they return home from a victory. Their words are full of hope and boundless imagination for their future life.
"Thanks to the herbs His Majesty sent and the several immortal masters he dispatched, all the soldiers, except those who died on the battlefield, were able to be saved." Dou Rong was deeply moved, for His Majesty truly had benevolence etched into his very bones.
He was extremely fortunate to serve such a wise and virtuous monarch.
Dou Rong was satisfied, but Chang Hao was not; the number of wounded was much higher than he had expected.
"I understand." That very night, Chang Hao, dressed in white, ascended the tower under the moonlight, raised his hand, and a zither appeared on the city wall.
Chang Hao sat cross-legged, and with a flick of his fingertips, the zither music that had flowed from Xiqi poured out. It was clear, desolate, melancholic, and nostalgic, occasionally mixed with a chilling murderous intent, and it carried the fear of being buried in a foreign land.
The music lingered, yet fear gripped the soldiers in Zhou's camp, a sense of desolation at being far from home permeating the air.
Many Zhou soldiers shed tears, reminiscing about Xiqi and remembering their comrades who had left the pass with them. Men are determined to leave their hometowns, but their lives are as fleeting as mayflies, and their fate tomorrow depends entirely on fate. Even if they are fortunate enough to return home in glory, what face will they have to go back?
"Your Majesty, what is this?" Dou Rong couldn't understand why His Majesty had ordered them to hang up the white flag of truce and remain still, while His Majesty himself ascended the city tower under the moonlight and played the zither.
"You'll know in three days." Chang Hao counted the days; three days later would be the time for Lu Yuan to take back Chuanyun Pass and cut off Xiqi's path.
For three consecutive days, Chang Hao carried his zither upstairs and happily played several heavenly melodies, which angered Ji Fa to the point that he vomited blood.
"Grand Tutor, do you really have no way to kill the person playing the zither?" Ji Fa has recently used swift and decisive methods to kill several groups of deserters, which has finally calmed the entire camp, but this cannot continue.
“This…” Shen Gongbao looked troubled. “My fellow disciples are only willing to break the formation, and they are absolutely unwilling to use such tricks to harm people’s lives.”
"I wonder how long it will take for the immortal masters to break the formation? I recently observed the Lintong Pass and found that the formation seems quite different from before." Ji Fa thought of the array flags full of precious light that he had seen a few days ago. At first glance, he felt that it was very noble. Compared with the strange phenomena of gusts of cold wind or rolling yellow sand before, it seemed to be just a pretty face.
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