roccoschili Chapter 1250 - 1250 423 The Magpie Bridge
Chapter 1250 - 1250 423 The Magpie Bridge
1250: Chapter 423: The Magpie Bridge 1250: Chapter 423: The Magpie Bridge At the war preparation meeting in Jingguo, the Great Commander of the Valiant Cavalry, Xiahou Lie, pressed his forehead and sighed, “This child really takes after her father!Why is she so worrisome?
It’s already the semi-finals, yet she’s still lost in her thoughts!”
Murong Longque’s expression remained stern: “What she thinks isn’t important, and even what she does isn’t important.
What matters is whether she can win.
Winning would be called ‘unfettered and carefree’.
Losing is then termed ‘overly proud and seeking one’s own suffering’.”
Xiahou Lie’s hand, pressing on his forehead, grew heavier.
Murong Longque is good in all aspects, but he takes everything too seriously.
I was just venting casually; you could’ve just listened and let it be, why must you analyze it?
Even though it’s like a war atop the Guanhe Platform, one needs to take it seriously and fight desperately, but this is too much…
It’s only viewing time now, we’re just chatting!
The youngsters these days are really rigid, quite uninteresting.
The old folks are far more amusing.
If Monk Yellow were here, who knows…
Thinking of ‘Monk Yellow’, Xiahou Lie removed his hand from his forehead and shaking his head in rebut, said: “No, with Monk Yellow here.
If Yellow Sheri wins, that would be ‘The style of the strong, the nature of a prodigy’.
If he loses, then it’s ‘Did his best, what more do you want?'”
Murong Longque quietly chewed on that, indeed unable to disagree.
The Great Commander indeed has more insight!
The two were having an enthusiastic discussion.
Meanwhile, Zhongshan Wei Sun quietly remained silent.
Although his injuries had been cured at an enormous cost,
His heart still ached faintly…
Every sentence was like a knife stabbing at him.
Why do different fates befall similar people!
…
Jingguo and Mugu have been neighbors for many years, with historical periods of “massing troops at the borders, intending to annihilate each other” and times of “marital ties, brotherly neighborhoods”.
Cooperation and confrontation have never ceased, making their relationship quite complex.
Due to the existence of deserts, the threat of ‘Demons’, and the long line between life and death needing joint defense.
A full scale-war wouldn’t happen, but being in the Northern Territory and both being Overlord Countries, conflicts of interest are inevitable.
Of course, mostly it’s the vassal states under them fighting fiercely, while both Jingguo and Mugu themselves maintain a great restraint.
But bumping heads at the Guanhe Platform is within the bounds of reason.
Usually, there aren’t many rightful opportunities to take action.
For this battle, the citizens of both countries are looking forward to seeing who truly is the strongest in the Northern Territory.
After all these years of disputes, some actual achievements are needed as support.
The Yellow River Gathering, although it doesn’t fully represent the national power, to some extent, embodies future potential.
The best prodigies of all countries come here to compete, representing not only themselves, but also their peers and those youths they have defeated.
Helian Yuyun, while looking at Yellow Sheri on the Martial Arts Field, had quite an issue with this exotic beauty with bronze skin.
Although the two on the stage were facing off, no matter how she looked at it, it seemed like Mugu’s Yellow Sheri wanted to devour Ru Cheng!
Damn it, there’s always some troublemaker trying to steal Ru Cheng from me!
Sitting here, she remained composed on the surface but her heart was tumultuous.
Sitting beside her, the black-robed Buddhist Nun then spoke, “Princess Yun, may I ask who this Deng Qi is?
His skills seem quite diverse, likely from a famous lineage, yet I’ve never heard of him before.”
Helian Yun, who considered herself a woman with grand aspirations and who separated her emotions from her career well,
instantly calmed her turmoil.
Without shifting her gaze, she simply asked in a faint voice, “Why, does Xi Yue An have interest in him?”
Yuwen Ze, who was sitting quite a distance away and unexpressive, perked his ears.
As a good companion of Zhao Rucheng, he of course needed to pay attention to how Princess Yun and her intimate friend discussed Zhao Rucheng.
Unromantic Rucheng Yeshua, he, Yuwen Ze, must take on the responsibility of helping Rucheng Yeshua maintain relationships, and quickly remedy anything once discovered…
In short, he must help Rucheng Yeshua secure this relationship!
So this Buddhist Nun was from Xi Yue An!
No wonder she could converse with Princess Yun, and had the qualification to sit beside her.
Looking over Buddhism in the realm, aside from the well-founded establishments Hanging Monastery and Mount Sumeru in the east and west, Xi Yue An held the deepest heritage.
It certainly was a top-tier Sect power.
However, what remained unknown was how the Buddhist Nun from Xi Yue An got to know Princess Yun, and what their relationship was.
Hearing Helian Yun’s question, the black-robed Buddhist Nun fell silent for a moment, then responded, “Rest assured, Princess Yun, Xi Yue An does not accept male disciples.”
Her voice was holy and warm, yet to Yuwen Ze, it sounded like dry, monotonous beats of a wooden fish.
Yuwen Ze felt a chill, realizing his eavesdropping had been detected.
Quickly withdrawing his attentiveness, he attentively returned his focus to the Martial Arts Field.
Having explained, Helian Yun didn’t seem ‘reassured’, but rather seemed more vigilant, “Great Master Yu Zhen, I recall disciples from Xi Yue An aren’t allowed to marry, are they?”
The Buddhist Nun known as Yu Zhen, finding herself speechless for a moment, eventually couldn’t help but say, “Princess Yun, I was merely curious with my question.
You don’t have to be so cautious.
I am a nun!”
“That’s how it should be!” Helian Yun smiled and responded, “As the saying goes, men below the mountain are like tigers, Great Master, do not lose your Buddhist heart!”
Yu Zhen did not respond, but the black veil on her cloak fluttered slightly, clearly agitated.