Xuanyuan Ling heard the implication in the words of the old man in white, "Grandpa, is it possible that there are more terrifying forces above this Hongmeng?"
"My little friend, don't pry about things you shouldn't. That's all I said!"
The old man in white clothes said and stood up, "My little friend, come to the Imperial Capital tomorrow. I will personally hold a banquet for the Gods for you! At that time, the Slaughter Temple will invite all the wealthy nobles in the Imperial Capital to celebrate you!"
The old man in white said that and disappeared into thin air directly in front of the two people.
At this time, Xuanyuan Ling looked at the gold medal and murmured to himself, "Tongtian God, Monk Jitian?"
"Husband, the burden on your shoulders has increased again. A black gold group is enough for you, plus your status as the leader of Hongmeng, you will be busy in the future! I really don’t know what to say. ..." Su Yurou said worriedly. In fact, she didn't want Xuanyuan Ling to be the leader at all. if that is the case. The time spent with her was too little.
Xuanyuan Ling said, "Some things need to be seen from a distance and cannot be limited to the present! Maybe Hongmeng can really help me in the future! I also want to know some things from Hongmeng that I never knew!"
"Husband, no matter what you do, I will choose to support you. I will accompany you to the Imperial Capital tomorrow!" Su Yurou held Xuanyuan Ling's hand and looked at Xuanyuan Ling blankly.
"Okay, you come with me tomorrow!" Xuanyuan Ling also wanted to visit the imperial capital.
"Honey, let's go for a walk!" Su Yurou suddenly wanted to go for a walk with Xuanyuan Ling alone. She was afraid that she would never have such an opportunity in the future. Few people who entered Hongmeng returned home, and there was no freedom at all.
"Okay, I just want to go out and get some fresh air!" Xuanyuan Ling nodded, and then left the Phoenix Hotel with Su Yurou.
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at the same time.
Imperial City, Imperial Palace Hotel.
In the imperial supreme suite on the top floor.
Wearing a bright red cheongsam and an extremely graceful figure, Ye Qingcheng held her hair high and stood upright in front of a middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was wearing a luxurious brown suit, with a slicked back hair, a Chinese character face, sharp eyes, black-rimmed glasses on his nose, and a mustache under his chin. When he sat on the sofa, he looked extremely majestic. He has the aura of a superior person who is not angry but is proud of himself.
"Qingcheng, my uncle called you back this time to ask for your help. Only you can complete this task!" The middle-aged man held a special cigarette between his two fingers. He took a light puff and said suddenly.
"What's the matter?" Ye Qingcheng asked.
The middle-aged man's eyes were blazing, "I want you to find that Xuanyuan Ling!"
"What? Go find him?" Ye Qingcheng's heart suddenly trembled.
"Well, here's the thing. Not long ago, the eighteen golden Arhats at Qingshan Temple in Haicheng, as well as the thirty-six enlightened monks in the temple, were all killed with a very evil and sinister palm power.
All scriptures and superior martial arts in the temple were looted, including the relics left by twelve enlightened monks.
The relevant intelligence bureau investigated and learned that he was an Oriental ronin. He was very powerful. When the twelve masters we invited to pursue him, they were all killed by him!
Now, our cultural relics bureau has invited everyone it can, even the War Gods Temple has been dispatched, and the nine war gods they sent out were also killed by him.
That Oriental Ronin is really difficult to deal with, his whereabouts are unpredictable, he can fly over walls and walls, and he can kill people without being seen within a hundred steps.
We at the Cultural Relics Bureau had no choice but to ask for help from the God of Killing Temple. I originally wanted Master Shen Shuai and his eighteen war gods to protect the country to come forward to deal with this person, but the God of Killing Temple and this person were sworn enemies a long time ago. They had already clashed at the border. Six times, he escaped each time. The palace master was seriously injured twice! I almost died for the second time!
Alas, I thought that the cultural relics lost at Qingshan Temple would never be found again. But I didn't expect that King Ye Shen actually recommended your friend Xuanyuan Ling to me. He said that Xuanyuan Ling is very powerful and his strength is far superior to that of the commander-in-chief.
So I want you to come forward and persuade him to help us deal with the Japanese Ronin and recover all the cultural relics! "The middle-aged man said.
"Uncle, why didn't you just tell me on the phone? You insisted on letting me come to the imperial capital!" Ye Qingcheng asked in confusion.
"It's like this. King Ye Shen called this morning and said that a divine banquet will be held at the Imperial Palace Hotel at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Your friend Su Yurou is on the invitation list. If Miss Su comes to the Imperial Capital, Xuanyuan Ling will definitely follow..." the middle-aged man said with a smile.
"No wonder, uncle, you booked a hotel so early! But I'm curious, why didn't you go to him in person? Instead, you came to me?" Ye Qingcheng asked curiously.
"I heard from King Ye Shen that that man was very powerful and easy to talk to. All the twelve war gods in the Temple of Slaughter were defeated by him.
Therefore, as a person from the Cultural Relics Bureau, it would be in vain for me to go there, and I would not be able to talk! If he doesn't agree, it will be counterproductive if you go again! So I will find you first, and then you can discuss it with Miss Su. That way the probability of success will be greater! "The middle-aged man said.
"Uncle, I can help you complete this task, but I have a condition. Don't let me work in the Cultural Relics Bureau again in the future. I prefer freedom and don't like to be restricted. Also, don't introduce me to any more partners. I don't want to get married now." Ye Qingcheng said looking at the middle-aged man.
"Qingcheng, I don't have to force you to get a job in the Cultural Relics Bureau. But you can't delay the important matter of marriage. Girls should get married, and boys should get married. At your current age, it will be too late if you don't get married." Middle-aged man said.
"Uncle, I want to get married, but the person I like is already married. I don't know what to do now. I can't like anyone except him." Ye Qingcheng said what was in his heart.
The middle-aged man stared at Ye Qingcheng, "Do you like that Xuanyuan Ling?"
"Well, yes. He and Yurou are married. I don't know what to do?" Ye Qingcheng nodded, and then slowly sat down opposite the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man frowned, "There are so many young talents in the imperial capital, and a wealthy young master is pursuing you. Why do you have to like a married man?"
"Uncle, there are some things that I can't explain to you. Anyway, I just like him. I won't marry him but for him!" Ye Qingcheng pursed her lips and said.
"But he's already married, so it's impossible for you. Why are you still so stubborn?" The middle-aged man was very puzzled.
"Uncle, please stop saying this. I know this is impossible. But I just like him and love him. I can't hold other men in my eyes. What do you think I should do?" Ye Qingcheng said.
"You ask me, I don't know what to do? Anyway, you must make a decision on this matter as soon as possible." The middle-aged man said with a cold face.
