"Master, it's unbearable. My disciple must let her know that it's a price to say bad things behind her back..."

"She can't do it in terms of talent."

"She's too bad in terms of appearance."

"I want to compete with me for beauty tricks, but she has chosen the wrong partner."

"Master, please give up. I'm going to prepare and slap the Tuyuhun woman in the face..."

The saint high priest seemed a little hesitant and said 'pleasantly comforting': "Girl, please relieve the fire. The other party is Tuyuhun's princess, with blue eyes and high noses showing exotic charm. Such a woman is very attractive to men. If you really compete, you may not be able to beat her..."

As he said that, he glanced at Cao'er and seemed to be worried for his disciple: "At that time, you were the one who was slapped in the face!"

Cao'er immediately sneered, and his pretty face burst out with a strong sense of fighting spirit, saying, "So what about exotic style? Is her face as tender as me?"

The saint high priest hesitated again. After a long time, he seemed a little confident. He nodded slowly and said, "The climate in the Western Regions has been dry all year round, and women's skin is indeed bad. But Yinshan, where we worship the ancient temple, is a rare and warm place. You have lived in the ancient temple since you were a child, and your skin is even better than the women in the Central Plains and Jiangnan..."

Cao'er raised his head proudly and said, "So the disciple must win, men like tenderness."

The high priest of the saint encouraged her and said solemnly: "Since that's the case, then go. Remember that this beauty plan is for the whole grassland to compete for the benefit, so you must use all your skills to fight with her, disciple."

Cao'er was encouraged and left with confidence.

The saint high priest looked leisurely, looking at the disciple's aggressive back.

It was not until the Cao'er disappeared at the gate of the courtyard that the high priest suddenly let out a successful laugh.

Her gorgeous face actually had a kind of naughty cunning like a girl, and she said leisurely: "Good disciple, don't blame the master for doing something bad. I am a second wife, so I have to give my children some gifts to meet, but as the high priest of the entire Turkic, I cannot sacrifice the interests of the people of the grassland, so I can only give you this disciple."

At this time, a figure suddenly flashed in the inner room, and an old priest slowly walked out.

The old priest looked at least seventy years old. She looked at the saint high priest and sighed: "Wusi Ayue, can you finally break the rules of the ancient temple?"

The saint high priest stood up and helped the old priest sit down slowly. Then he looked leisurely and smiled extremely softly, saying, "It's just a beauty trick, and it's not really about Cao'er to get married."

The old priest's eyes were turbid, but it seemed infinitely deep. He stared at her and said, "Wu Si Ayue, you can't deceive me. Back then, we used the rules of the ancient temple to force you to leave that man reluctantly. There is an old saying in the Central Plains, called "Breaking a Mandarin Couple". The thing we did will make you hate for twenty years..."

The old priest stopped and sighed sadly, "So from the day you returned to the ancient temple, you began to plan for revenge on us. You chose hundreds of girls who are still in their infancy and raised them in the ancient temple and worked hard to cultivate them. And the little saint of grass is the best one."

"You devoted countless efforts to the little Saint Cao'er to make her the next generation of ancient temple heir, but you are not thinking about the inheritance of the ancient temple at all. You are purely seeking revenge on the entire ancient temple."

"You couldn't marry that man back then, so you were going to let Cao'er marry his son. In this way, you will take revenge..."

"Once the little saint is no longer pure after getting married, the rules for worshiping the ancient temple will be broken by you."

"The thousand-year inheritance is finally destroyed in your hands."

The old priest stopped when he said this, staring at the turbid gaze directly at the saint high priest, and said bitterly: "Wu Si Ayue, you are really cruel."

The saint high priest still smiled very gently and said, "So, Master, are you going to kill me? Just like on that heavy rainy night twenty years ago, you raised a bright scimitar towards me..."

The old priest sighed.

Her eyes were full of pain, and she shook her head bitterly and said, "Cut you? How is it possible? You are the most outstanding high priest in the entire grassland for a thousand years. The Turkic clan protection magic skill has been cultivated to the seventh level by you. Even twenty years ago, being a master was no longer your opponent, and now, he is even more no longer your opponent."

The gentle smile of the saint high priest finally disappeared, and he said lightly: "When you raised your machete to me twenty years ago, I didn't mean to fight back. Since I didn't fight back that time, I would definitely not fight back today. So Master, why don't you try it?"

The old priest looked up at the roof and murmured, "No, never again. The time when I raised the scimitar to you twenty years ago has exhausted the affection of our master and disciple. If I dared to raise the knife this time, I would probably consume the affection of the entire grassland..."

"If you no longer care about the grassland, the Turks will really come to an end."

The old man stopped and looked back at the roof, looked at the saint high priest and said, "Wusi Ayue, am I right?"

The Holy High Priest did not comment.

The old priest sighed and said with emotion: "I know that times have changed. The man's son, who used his own strength to change the times. Now all the countries in the world have gradually fallen into his trap and cannot get out of it."

"Or it is possible to climb out but not dare to climb..."

"Climbing out is very simple. But once you choose to climb out, it means you need to abandon the goods of the Han people. All countries in the world use the goods of the Han people. If we abandon them, we will slowly fall behind."

"The country is weak and backward, and the nation will perish."

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"At that time, there is no need for the Han people to fight. We Turks once relied on our force to make enemies everywhere, and those enemies were always thinking about biting our flesh."

"Wusayue, am I right?"

...

The saint high priest sighed, picked up a cup of tea and handed it to the old priest.

Her voice was no longer cold, but she exuded a strong respect and said solemnly: "No matter how much I hate you, I can't change a reality, that is, your love for the people of the grassland."

She said slowly to the opposite side of the old priest, and said softly: "But Master, do you believe it or not? Actually, I, Wusi Ayue, care more about the grassland than you..."

"I believe it!"

The old priest blurted out without hesitation: "If you didn't care about the grassland, you wouldn't have been forced by us back then."

The saint high priest looked at her, his voice became softer, and he said softly: "Master, I don't want to take revenge on the ancient temple. On the contrary, I want to let the ancient temple be passed on forever."

The old priest was slightly stunned and subconsciously said, "But you are going to put the grass..."

Before the old man finished speaking, the saint high priest had already laughed slowly and interrupted: "Yes, I am going to marry Cao'er to Gu Tianya. But this is not for revenge and sacrifice to the ancient temple, but for the future of the entire Turkic people."

The old priest's face became solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "What is the reason?"

The Holy High Priest slowly stood up and reached out to the wall. There was a scroll hanging on the wall, which was pulled away by her.

Suddenly, a scroll was displayed.

She looked back at the old man and said, "Master, look, this is the gift given to me by that man back then."

The old man's face became even more serious and nodded, "I know, this is the map of the world's territory. You have let us old men see it many times, and every time we watch it, we are extremely shocked."

As he said that, he stared at the territory map on the wall, he sighed and said with emotion: "It turns out that the world is so big, the map can be drawn so exquisitely. That man is worthy of being a banished immortal in the sky..."

The saint high priest did not comment, but suddenly pointed at a point at the map and said, "Master, look again, this is Youzhou. If you look at it from the perspective of the Tang Dynasty, Youzhou is a place with bitter and cold borders in the northern border, but if it is placed in the entire world, Youzhou's location can be called a wonderful place."

"To the north, we are the Turks on the grassland. To the west, we are the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions. If you look east, there is also a vast area."

"That vast area is divided into two parts, north and south. The northern half is called Baishan and Black Water by the Han people. The southern half is the three countries in Liaodong."

"It is Goguryeo, Silla, and Baekje."

"I have to exclaim that my man's son is much better than his father. This little guy chose Youzhou to start his own place, which is clearly because he has a deep vision. He wants to focus on Youzhou and expand his territory to build a big empire..."

The old priest could no longer sit still at this time, and suddenly stood up and walked to the wall, staring at the territory map with a serious expression and said, "Based on the click of your fingers, is it the first thing he is targeting Liaodong?"

"Yes, it's Liaodong!" The saint high priest nodded solemnly and suddenly said: "To be precise, it's Goguryeo."

She glanced at the old priest and analyzed in a deep voice: "Since two years ago, he has created foreign trades and trades, constantly releasing goodwill to the surroundings, but he has left Goguryeo. Whether it is our grassland Turks, the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions, or even Tubo, which is far southwest, and the ancient country of India that is even far away, no matter which country caravans come to Youzhou, they can trade various materials with the Han people, but only Goguryeo people cannot!"

The old priest's eyes flashed deep, and he said, "This is a strategy to help the whole world and target only one family."

The saint high priest nodded and said, "Through this strategy, he narrowed the scope of the enemy infinitely. All races in the world are engaged in trade with Youzhou, so they are naturally reluctant to give up their interests and help Goguryeo. So Master, guess what the future of Goguryeo will be?"

The old priest sighed and said with emotion: "In less than a few years, we will die without attacking. We are all in trade with him, but Goguryeo was abandoned..."

As he said that, he stopped and said, "Our trade with him will make him stronger and stronger, while Goguryeo stays still in the same place from beginning to end. But his quiet clouds border Goguryeo, and the continuous strengthening of one side means the other side will continue to weaken!"

As he said that, he stopped again and sighed: "The strong and weak are adjacent to each other, and there will be death. We understand this principle, and the Goguryeo lord naturally understands it too. Therefore, the king will never sit and wait for death, and the other party will inevitably lead the Goguryeo people to launch a counterattack."

"And once you choose to fight back, it is equivalent to tearing your face."

The saint high priest smiled happily and said, "Once the situation of the enemy and us is in a clear light, how should we, the forces that are engaged in trade with Youzhou choose? There is only one choice, that is, to help friends."

The old priest sighed again and said, "Even if everyone is just showing goodwill, there are too many forces that cannot stand up for the goodwill. The two major Turks in the grassland, the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions, even if each country only shows goodwill to Youzhou once, it will continue to attack the Goguryeo people..."

As he said that, he glanced at the high priest and said, "Maybe the army of the Goguryeo people has been wiped out before they can show goodwill from all countries. This is exactly why I just said that Goguryeo has failed to defeat himself for several years... Youzhou is not that it does not attack, but that it does not need to attack. Just the forces that show goodwill to him, we helped him eliminate Goguryeo."

The saint high priest looked happy and asked with a smile: "Master, tell me, is my man's son very powerful?"

The old priest was speechless.

The saint high priest suddenly looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "Since the master has understood that Goguryeo will inevitably be swallowed by him, have the master ever thought about what if he swallowed Goguryeo? From this territory map, it can be clearly seen that Youzhou and our grassland Turks are also bordered..."

The old priest immediately shook and subconsciously said, "Are you saying that he will focus on the grassland next?"

The saint high priest smiled slightly and said leisurely: "Why not? We are not his relatives. After he swallowed Goguryeo, he only needs to reuse the same tricks against Goguryeo. At that time, all ethnic groups in the world can trade with him, but we are abandoned and we Turks are not allowed to buy goods again... Then, please guess again, will we Turks die without attacking them?"

The old priest's face was pale.

She suddenly looked at the saint high priest and said in horror: "We can't wait until that day. We must start helping the Goguryeo people now. Otherwise, the lips will be lost and the teeth will be cold, and the next unlucky person will be the Turks..."

Unfortunately, before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped talking. He suddenly sighed lonelyly and said sadly: "It's impossible, it's impossible. If it was fine two years ago, we had enough confidence to do this. But now the Turks are used to trading together, so it's difficult for us to recruit various tribes to send troops to him."

The saint high priest nodded and said leisurely: "For the grassland tribes, who cares about the interests in the future? Everyone only cares about being able to buy things from the market now. If you make enemies with Youzhou, you will lose this friendship. As for whether the grassland will become the next Goguryeo, Master, do you think they care?"

The old priest was cold all over.

After a long time, the old woman spoke hard and asked, "What should I do if I do this?"

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