Negotiation is a science and language is an art - Lu Xun again.
Taixun Gong operated according to the order of the prince and directly took the dominant position. He beat, threatened, kidnapped and added a spoonful of sugar to force Lingyun Palace to cooperate.
In fact, the other three major sects are also done in the same way. It is very direct and bachelor, but this thing is too cannibalistic.
"It can be discussed!" Ling Xuzi's face became more serious, but he stroked his beard a little faster.
Duke Taixun smiled and popped up a letter: "This is the handwriting of the prince! Please read it, Lord!"
Ling Xuzi took it lightly and broke the talisman seal of heaven and earth that only the venerable could draw on it. Suddenly a trace of frost spread to his fingers. He couldn't help being slightly shocked. Then he melted the frost lightly, glanced at the letter, and laughed: "Master, If you had already produced the letter from the prince, why bother? Lingyun Palace is willing to conspire with the prince of Western Qin!"
"Very good!"
Taixun Gong waved his sleeves, and the glazed document floated up again.
Ling Xuzi sat upright without moving, lightly lifted his fingers, and turned his hand into a pen. A ripple that was completely different from the general trend of the venerable turned into strokes on its own, and fell on the glazed document, forming the three words "Lingyun Palace".
An indescribable aura in the sky instantly covered the mountain gate of Lingyun Palace.
Taixun Gong looked at the atmosphere outside the palace and laughed: "The warriors cultivate the natural avenue. This natural avenue has appeared. Lingyun Palace and Western Qin have been tied together. What a joy to congratulate!"
He turned around and left with the two girls of Xiongzhang: "With the highest courtesy of the prince, let's celebrate by sprinkling water!"
Watching the three people walking out of the hall, a group of Lingyun Palace elders looked at Ling Xuzi in surprise. What did the letter from the Prince of Western Qin say?
"father."
A graceful and charming woman walked out of the back hall, with a hint of snow-white skin and a very charming appearance, but a pair of red phoenix eyes full of fierceness, "My daughter is also curious about what the letter from the King of Western Qin said?"
"Not a few words!"
Ling Xuzi unfolded the letter, and there were only nine words on it, "February 2, Liegu Lin, Jiang Yuqing." "But that's enough. This man is a divine Taoist, a little venerable, with too many clever ideas and too tyrannical tactics. As the king of thousands of miles of territory, I, Lingyun Palace, have no choice."
After a pause, he smiled bitterly: "Where did such a monster boy come from? It's really..."
"Palace Master!"
At this time, a disciple with an upright posture hurriedly entered the hall, cupped his fists and saluted: "The two women from the Western Qin Dynasty are spreading water everywhere."
"Just sprinkling water, so what, just let them be."
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"Get out of the way!"
Xingling Mansion, Dongcheng Street, a group of horses galloped over. The horse was a famous breed of demon horse from the Western Regions, and the man was a martial arts master with deep momentum, but his face was pale and worried.
Along the way, the people hurriedly moved out of the way, and the cavalry went straight to the Prince's Mansion of West Qin County. They entered the government office, jumped off the demon horse, and ran towards the inner house without stopping for a moment.
"Uncle Jiu, Chanyi, have you just arrived?"
Mrs. Guo hurriedly came up with her servants and children, looking reserved.
The Jiang family in the capital is naturally a head taller than the Jiang family in the West Qin branch, except of course the third master and the prince.
Jiang Yong, who had gray hair but looked younger and full of energy, asked in a deep voice as he walked: "I heard about Yu Qing when I entered the city. How is his health?"
Guo's eyes turned red, tears fell down, and she choked with sobs: "I'm afraid it's just these few days..."
Chanyi, who had always been calm, widened her eyes. Lord Jiang Yong was already furious. He was confused about Jiang Yuqing's invitation to him along the way. Did Jiang Yuqing die?
He entered the bedroom in a flash.
The hall was deserted, and a strong scent of medicine came to my face. Jiang Yuqing, who was thin, haggard, and had her eyes closed, was lying on the big bed. Several maids were kneeling beside the bed.
A sadness surged into his heart. Venerable Jiang Yong walked heavily and slowly approached the bed. He grabbed Xin Zhuo's wrist and after a moment's probing, he couldn't help but burst into tears.
Jiang Yuqing is now a well-known hero throughout the Eighteen States in the North and South of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He is the number one prince with a different surname in the Great Zhou Dynasty. He is the pillar and future of the Jiang family. It is no exaggeration to say that, except for the founder of the country, Jiang Yuan is the most outstanding one.
At this moment, suddenly dying, for what purpose? How can the Jiang family continue to support themselves?
"Yu Qing? Yu Qing?"
Xin Zhuo slowly opened his eyes. He really fell into a semi-drowsy state. Of course, he was just hungry. He hadn't eaten in five days.
He just felt that it was better to be a little harsher on himself.
"Uncle is here?"
"Here we come!" Jiang Yong wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Why is this happening?"
Xin Zhuo glanced in the direction of Honglu Pavilion, estimated the time, and lied very smoothly: "Practice ancient evil skills, go crazy, and damage the root. The meridians all over the body are piled up, and it is difficult to gather the true energy and general trend. I will not survive... ”
"You kid..." Jiang Yong was really angry and anxious, "It's my fault that my uncle didn't wake you up about this. You entered the country too fast, not as fast as you should in the world. From the beginning of Fulong Mountain to the present, you have calculated carefully. It's only been more than two years. In two years, you have entered the world of little venerable from the mortal body. How can your body bear it?
Generally, martial artists start to hone their muscles and bones at the age of two or three, and slowly enter the realm after ten, decades or even hundreds of years. It would be better for you to strengthen your muscles and bones, open the three palaces, martial arts, and magical powers all at once. After all, you are a mortal body. How can you bear it? Your foundation is too weak! Blame me, blame me..."
Xin Zhuo looked at the painful old man Jiang Yong, feeling completely calm and even wanting to laugh. However, what the old man said made sense. He had indeed entered the country too quickly and had never experienced all kinds of sufferings and sufferings faced by warriors in the world.
Like Zhe Feiyan, he started practicing martial arts when he was eleven months old. He practiced martial arts in the summer and Sanfu in the winter. For more than twenty years, he practiced all the time. He endured hell-like torture that ordinary people could not bear. In addition, he was born with a monster talent. Only then can we achieve our current achievements.
After chattering for a long time, Jiang Yongcai asked with a sad face: "What do you have to say? How will the Jiang family arrange it in the future?"
Xin Zhuo shook his head: "I don't have to worry about the capital side. The Western Qin side has made appropriate arrangements. My uncle doesn't need to..."
Suddenly his expression changed slightly, and he said exhaustedly: "It's been a long journey, uncle, you go and have a rest."
Jiang Yong naturally saw the tired look on his face, and nodded worriedly: "That's fine..."
After everyone left the palace and the maids on the side also left, Xin Zhuo immediately called out to Wangyuejing. His nerves that had been tense for a long time relaxed, and then his eyes brightened.
[Sacrifice to the spirit: the true spirit of luck in Kunlun Palace.
Contains the foundation and general trend of a thousand-year sect, which can be worth seven hundred years of true spirit (fourth grade into the second grade)
True spirit fusion: lack of opportunity.
Shared blessing: Class B. 】
[Sacrifice to the spirit: The true spirit of the sword pool in the Withered Sword Tomb.
Contains the sword intent and general trend of a thousand-year sect, which can be worth seven hundred years of true spirit (fourth grade into the second grade)
True spirit fusion: lack of opportunity.
Shared blessing: Class B. 】
[Sacrifice to the Spirit: The true spirit of the Wanderer Valley’s journey of thousands of miles. 】
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[Sacrifice to the Spirit: The True Spirit of Heaven and Earth Luck from Lingyun Palace]
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really! The four major sects had compromised and chose to cooperate with him. Xiong Zhao, Cui Ying'er and the others spilled the water from Wangyue Well in accordance with his instructions, and the timing was perfect.
I just don’t know how they sprinkled it, or maybe I, the owner of the well, can only be bound to the four sects, but cannot directly worship the souls in a certain palace like the Taiping Palace?
The imagined sharing of martial arts and supernatural powers among the four major sects has failed! But... it can be considered a success!
Although the four major sects' sacrificial spirits are not yet perfectly integrated, they are already involved and only need the final sacrificial training.
Sacrifice is also very easy, win this battle! !
The Great Reverend Jinjing is very close at hand!
His eyes flickered and he shouted weakly: "Here comes someone..."
(End of chapter)
