The emperor has made the best efforts.

According to his expectations and arrangements, Li Yun had almost no chance of meeting the Turkic Saint.

Unfortunately, there is an old saying in this world.

Things in the world are impermanent, things in the world are unpredictable...

The ancients had a deep knowledge, so the words were simple and appropriate. In the absence of knowledge in later generations, people would only pretend to be profound and pretend to be: "His grandma's plan did not change quickly."

Li Shimin would never have expected that the Turkic Saint would take the initiative.

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Linglong tried her best to beat the red horse and ran towards Yinshan like crazy. She and the Gobi sheep kept sleeping for a night, and finally arrived at Yinshan when the morning light was slightly dewy.

"What's going on? So many soldiers?"

After Linglong arrived, she was shocked by the scene in front of her, but she saw that there were endless tents at the foot of the vast Yin Mountain.

Countless war horses are neighing, countless scimitars are flashing,

The army was stern, the morale was high, the soldiers were murderous, and the knights were ready to go.

"How could this happen? Where did the soldiers come from?"

Linglong was shocked and felt a sense of inadequacy.

She was trained by the Turkic saint since childhood and was familiar with the battle formations of soldiers and horses. She looked at the vast military camp at the foot of Yinshan Mountain and found that she had to calculate roughly and found that she had to earn at least 500,000 or 600,000.

The Turkic army went south and the army was just crippled, and the ones that could escape back would not exceed 300,000. Why is there a large army of 500,000 and 600,000 here, and the morale of the army is so majestic and strict?

Suddenly, a huge sound of cow horns sounded at the foot of the mountain, which was melodious and desolate, and the sound of cow horns sounded, and the entire foot of the Yin Mountain was roaring like a tide.

But I saw countless Turkic soldiers holding up their scimitars and constantly roaring at the sky.

Linglong was shocked and blurted out: "How is this possible? The call for the war alliance? Jie Li Khan is dead, who is still qualified to sound the horn..."

She was frightened and didn't care about guessing, and she rushed to the mount and ran wildly. The red horse was like a bolt of lightning. No one could stop her wherever she passed. In less than a stick of incense, she reached the foot of Yinshan.

There is a small river here, the source is the snow water on Yinshan Mountain. A huge ancient temple is built next to the river. The walls and pillars of the ancient temple are carved with winding Turkic texts.

The Turks lived to chase water and set up tents wherever they went. Only this ancient temple was a fixed building because it was the gathering place for the entire Turks.

Linglong lived here since she was a child and was very familiar with everything about Yinshan. She rode into the temple on a red horse. Suddenly, a cavalry rushed over to stop her, and directly waved a scimitar, which was intended to kill Linglong.

The Gobi Sheep roared behind him, and the big iron lump in his hand roared out. The two blocked cavalry flew backwards, and their brains were broken.

Linglong couldn't even look at the dead cavalry, and continued to let the maroon horse sprint wildly, and finally arrived at the main hall of the ancient temple. Linglong subconsciously tied the reins.

The sun is shining brightly, and the girl's pretty face is pale.

What did she see?

Her heart trembled.

But I saw a group of Turkish generals standing at the entrance of the main hall of the ancient temple, screaming wildly and constantly hitting their chests with a scimitar. In the middle of the group of Turkic generals, there was a figure of a graceful woman.

That was clearly her master, the High Priest.

Just beside the master, there was a middle-aged Turkic man with a rebellious face standing. He was laughing wildly at the sky, and suddenly he reached out to lift the veil on the master's face.

Linglong was furious and shouted wildly without thinking, "Sheep in the Gobi Desert, kill..."

Boom!

A big iron lump flew out in the air and headed straight for the middle-aged man with a rebellious face. The Gobi Sheep is also a natural warrior, with great strength and no one can beat him except Li Yun. When he attacked madly, the Turkic man was likely to be killed directly.

But at this moment, Linglong suddenly saw a white shadow flashing, but when he saw his master waved his hands like lightning, he turned the big iron lump and slapped it away at a critical moment. With a loud bang, the big iron lump hit a pillar. The unruly middle-aged man was unscathed and he didn't even react. He stepped on the death gate.

But Linglong understood the master's thoughts.

Because the master just used a 40-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-two-

Only Master’s skill of making a big iron lump that can be used to move away from the Gobi Desert. This is the master’s trick that Master has practiced for more than ten years. He originally wanted to fight with a fierce man, but unfortunately the fierce man was struck to death by lightning, so Master vowed not to use this trick...

But now the master broke his oath and used softness to overcome hardness to break away the big iron lump of sheep in the Gobi desert.

Linglong immediately understood that Master did not want the arrogant middle-aged man to die.

But, why?

The girl's pretty face is confused.

At this moment, the master's sigh came to her ear, and her tone sounded very calm, just like the master and apprentice usually greeted him, and said softly: "Linglong, you are back!"

Linglong quickly stroked her chest with her hands, shouted respectfully, and said, "Master..."

The girl wanted to say something again, but the saint had spoken again, and her tone was still very gentle. Gujing Wubo said: "It's good to come back, it just happened to happen to be a big event in my Turkic period. Come here and pay homage to the new Khan on the grassland!"

Linglong looked up suddenly and said in surprise: "Master?"

But when the saint reached out and pointed to the rebellious middle-aged man, his tone was still so gentle and gentle, and he said lightly: "This is the new Khan of the grassland, Ashina, Tuli..."

Speaking of this, he stopped slightly, as if he saw the shocked face behind his apprentice's veil, and smiled warmly: "The grassland cannot be without Khan, the Turks need a leader."

Linglong took a deep breath and suddenly spoke, "When my disciple returned just now, I saw that there were army at the foot of Yinshan Mountain."

The saint nodded and said without hesitation: "It's the meaning of being a teacher. I asked Tuli Khan to sound the clarion call of the tribal alliance. Through emergency recruitment, 600,000 soldiers will be gathered. This time the army will go on the expedition, and the army will follow."

"Master, you want to go too?"

Linglong blurted out, her pretty face was shocked. She suddenly remembered the strategist and said hurriedly: "Master, no, we just lost the battle, and a million troops were killed and thrown away. Not long ago, she fled back to the grassland in panic. Master, you may not know yet, another one appeared in the Central Plains..."

She had just said this, and suddenly saw the master's arm breaking her, and said in a deep voice: "This is known to the master."

Linglong was stunned and said in surprise: "Do you know?" Then he reacted and nodded thoughtfully, "Yes, the Turks suffered a great loss, it was news more than ten days ago. Those defeated generals returned in panic, and I believe the entire grassland already knew it."

She suddenly looked up again, looked at her saint master from afar, and whispered: "Master, can you let Linglong tell you something alone?"

The saint looked at her and seemed to be difficult to make a decision. At this time, Tuli Khan, who was full of rebellious faces, smiled and said loudly: "It just so happened that Ben Khan is going to order the military parade horses, so let your master and disciple talk time. Saint High Priest, don't forget your promise..."

This man was really unruly. After saying that, he didn't care about how the saint reacted, and directly led a group of Turkic generals to leave. The entire ancient temple of sacrifice was filled with his wild and proud laughter.

Linglong slowly walked to the saint high priest and spoke carefully: "Master, he was going to lift your veil just now..."

The High Priest of the Holy Maiden said calmly, "This is my agreement with him."

Linglong is so smart that she blurted out: "You want to marry him?"

The saint nodded expressionlessly.

Linglong was anxious and couldn't help but say, "How can this work? You are the saint high priest, Tuli deserves to die, your disciple is going to kill her."

The girl was full of anger and turned around and wanted to leave, but she was pulled by her master. But when she heard her tone was very calm, she said quietly: "Linglong, except you, I am me, you are a child, and Master is reluctant to sacrifice you."

These words made Linglong stunned.

Tears suddenly spilled out of the girl's pearl-like eyes, and she whined: "Master, this sacrifice is too great."

The saint still spoke calmly and said lightly: "You know, Master has lived enough. If it weren't for the Turks, I would have died sixteen years ago. Good disciple, don't worry, I will not let anyone get me. When this battle is won, it will be the day for my master to die. The agreement between me and Tuli is the same. He can only marry me if he wins the Tang Dynasty..."

"But..." Linglong couldn't help but speak, and said hurriedly: "The Turks cannot win, no matter how hard they fight this battle, they will only lose."

The saint looked at her.

Linglong suddenly reacted and quickly explained: "Master, Linglong has found the news about his junior brother. It turns out that he is not powerless at all. He clearly has the invincible divine power in the world. The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty gave him a drum-beating golden hammer, and he couldn't even take the goblin sheep away twice..."

As she was talking, she suddenly realized something was wrong. She subconsciously looked up at her master, but saw that her master had eyes, Gujing Wubo, Linglong was so smart, and she blurted out: "Master, do you already know?"

The saint sighed quietly.

Although there was no opening, everything has been shown.

After a long time, I heard the saint speak softly, with a different tone that was indescribable, and said in a gentle voice: "I have no regrets if I have such a son!"

Although this sound is gentle, it sounds vaguely dead.

Linglong was shocked and hurriedly said, "Master, my junior brother misses you very much..."

This is purely lying and nonsense, but the girl has to deceive her master.

Unfortunately, what a character the Holy High Priest is. Linglong is the child she raised. Although the girl lies and hides it well, she is still penetrated by the Holy Maiden at first glance.

She smiled softly on her face, reached out to touch Linglong's forehead, and said leisurely: "Silly child, don't waste your time. He has become the new King of Zhao of Xifu. He has always had glory and wealth. His last worries have been eliminated. No one in this world can stop me from dying. I am a strong person, but I suffered humiliation sixteen years ago, but I can't beat Li Yuanba. Every day I live in the world is a shame..."

He stopped here, and suddenly murmured and said: "If I could die at the hands of my own son, I might be able to help him once. The people of the Central Plains pay attention to bloodline and the aristocratic families control the words. I have never done anything for my son. I, a mother, should help him once. If I die at the hands of him, no one can accuse him of having a Turkic mother..."

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