"Imperial Capital..."
Xin Zhuo had already mounted King Qin's war horse, reined in and looked back at Andu. He had stayed in this ghost place for several months, and a lot of things had happened during it. The next time he went to the city, I don't know what year or month it would be, or whether he would be there. With absolute power and suppressing everything, it is impossible to come back.
Someone has been sent to inquire about my mother's health. It is said that she has woken up, but she has been injured for a long time and needs to rest.
The Jiang family is currently stable.
Su Miaojin...
"Walk!"
"Rumble..."
One hundred thousand cavalry turned west, leaving patches of dust and smoke along the way.
The soldiers and officials who were always paying attention to this place on the wall of the imperial capital in the distance couldn't help but celebrate and cheered.
…
The complete retreat of the Western Qin army and the burial of Emperor Daxing of the Great Zhou Dynasty took place almost simultaneously.
This seems to be the complete settlement of the grudge between Xin Zhuo and Ji Chunjiu!
It's just that the Western Qin army raided and relocated people along the way, doing everything they could to make people angry.
However, Jiang Yuqing, the leader of the Western Qin Dynasty, really had no intention of managing internal affairs, so he had to be strictly controlled by Yu Siliu, Taixun Gong, Song Laochu and others, and then he retreated in an orderly manner.
Xin Zhuo and his party hurried slowly, and when they arrived at Xingling, the capital of Western Qin, it was still the twelfth lunar month. The first heavy snowfall came unexpectedly, and the whole world was completely white.
The whole city of Xingling Mansion was empty, and the people were eating pots of milk and sweeping the streets to welcome them. In the eyes of the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty, this was a group of rebel thieves, but in the eyes of the people of the Western Qin Dynasty, this was the return of their son-in-law and the hero of the family.
Naturally, the Western Qin army was rid of their arrogance and arrogance, and all of them turned into shy and polite good men.
But His Highness the King of Qin was really in no mood and hurried back to the newly built Qin Palace.
Qin Palace, Juanxian Hall, Shili Lotus Pond, and small pavilion.
With heavy snow falling, six people sat cross-legged in the pavilion, two playing games and four watching.
The game was between Li Guangling and Ling Xuzi, the master of Lingyun Palace.
The ones to watch are Huang Taigai, Kunlun Palace Immortal Juan Baitou, Dry Sword Tomb Immortal Chen Feidu, and Walker Valley Immortal Gou Buqi.
The six people were in high spirits and full of energy.
They were in a good mood. The legendary prosperity of martial arts was not coming, and warriors had to rely on the dynasty to practice. Although the Western Qin Dynasty was not a dynasty, after the attack on the Great Zhou Dynasty, one kingdom had become powerful, and its luck was like purple energy coming from the east. The first ones to benefit were them, the earthly immortals and sects under the Western Qin Dynasty.
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Chess is chess. Li Guangling doesn't like talking with his hands, and his chess skills are quite good. He has already won a Grand Slam, and no one is his opponent.
Ling Xuzi looked at the chessboard like a gambler, with beads of sweat on his forehead, pointing at his "red horse": "Huh? I made the wrong move. If I do this..."
"Smelly chess basket! Don't regret your chess!" Li Guangling looked serious and his eyes were like knives.
Ling Xuzi's expression was stern, but he was unwilling to admit defeat and was in a dilemma.
"Master Ling, listen to what I say!" Huang Taigai pointed at Ling Xuzi's car, "If you go from a dead end to a dead end, the salt you eat is more than the water you drink!"
"I'm afraid you've been eating salt for the past two hundred years..." Ling Xuzi pushed the chess pieces around and admitted defeat.
The six people laughed, and suddenly felt something. They all looked towards the wooden road opposite, and saw King of Qin Jiang Yuqing walking striding alone.
"What a dragon walking like a tiger!"
Several earthly immortals came forward to greet him and bowed their hands in greeting: "Your Highness is back?"
Xin Zhuo glanced at the six people. The four major sects' immortals were also there. To his surprise, he waved his hand: "You're welcome!"
As he spoke, he waved his sleeves lightly, and the signs of death and atrophy of his meridians were unreservedly presented in front of everyone.
These six people are all our own, and there is no need to hide them.
However, the six Earth Immortals inquired carefully, and although they were shocked, they were not surprised.
The childish-looking white-haired boy cupped his hands and said, "The six of us are waiting for His Highness here. We already know about Your Highness's affairs!"
"oh?"
Xin Zhuo sat down in a pavilion and looked at the six people. He suddenly wondered if these six earthly immortals knew about it early on and deliberately concealed it.
Huang Taigai seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and shook his head and said: "You don't need to make wild guesses. We don't have the ability of the Great Zhou Dynasty Supervisor and the four major sects. When the Western Qin Dynasty raised its troops, we couldn't see it. When we saw it, you We have already reached the capital city of the Great Zhou Dynasty!"
"Then do you have any method?" Xin Zhuo asked with burning eyes.
Although there is a way to survive by sharing the life span of the sacrifice, the body is like a sieve and the meridians are shrinking uncontrollably step by step. This must be solved.
Several Earth Immortals looked at each other, and Huang Taigai frowned and said, "Your Highness, can you tell me what method you used to change your life against the will of heaven and remain immortal?"
Things like the Immortal Rules of Heaven, the Four Symbols, and the White Rainbow are not particularly dark secrets. Not only did Xin Zhuo experience them, they also appeared many times in history books. They would appear every time before the great age of martial arts came!
But there were almost no warriors who survived after experiencing such a thing. Jiang Yuqing was so alive and kicking, which was really beyond their expectations.
The six people have studied it many times, but they still can't figure it out. This Qin King Jiang Yuqing always seems to be able to do things that ordinary people can't understand.
Xin Zhuo thought for a while and said paradoxically: "I happened to have an ancient life-extending magical power, but it treats the symptoms but not the root cause. My life span is about to end, and the lamp will die soon after the oil is exhausted!"
Juan Baitou said: "We have actually researched three methods for His Highness, you can try them one by one!"
Xin Zhuo became more energetic: "Oh? Let's talk about it!"
"The first is the method of dual cultivation to turn evil. You can use the magic of dual cultivation to forcibly transfer the wounds of heaven and earth to other people, but it must be someone with the same realm as His Highness, that is, the Great Venerable!"
Juan Bai looked at Xin Zhuo up and down. When Xin Zhuo showed his physical injuries just now, his blood energy fluctuated. It seemed that he was still a great venerable, but much stronger. He seemed to be no less than a first-level earth immortal. "We have arranged a lot of people. , such as my Kunlun Palace disciple Juan Sisi, Lingyun Palace Ling Shenyue and other female disciples!"
Xin Zhuo hesitated for a moment and asked with some uncertainty: "Is dual cultivation a husband and wife thing?"
"This is natural! And it lasts at least two hours at a time!" Juan Baitou seemed to be used to it. The dual cultivation method of warriors was just a common thing in the world.
"How sure are you?" Xin Zhuo frowned.
Juan Baitou sighed: "First level! The rules of heaven are difficult to predict, we are just giving it a try!"
"That's no need!" Xin Zhuo felt that it was a bit ridiculous. He was not sure whether his body would be absorbed by those women, so he asked: "What about the second one?"
Huang Taigai said: "Sacrifice to Confucianism. Our Confucianism is the state religion of Great Zhao, Great Qin, and Great Song Dynasty. It can know the rise and fall, honor and disgrace, and has the responsibility of educating the world, so it is useless for Great Yan and Great Zhou!"
If His Highness becomes a religious person, inherits the Confucian orthodoxy, takes the responsibility of teaching the world, and absorbs the luck of Confucianism, he will not be able to follow the laws of heaven and immortality, and maybe he can gradually recover! "
very good! Confucianism’s idea of taking advantage of Western Qin is still alive!
Xin Zhuo stared at Huang Taigai for a long time before asking: "How sure are you?"
Huang Taigai showed a trace of embarrassment on his face: "San Chong!"
"Can consider it!"
This was what was decided before, so Xin Zhuo asked again: "Where's the last one?"
Several earth immortals looked at each other, and finally Ling Xuzi gritted his teeth and said: "Use the method of feigning death to preserve a trace of true spiritual consciousness and bury it somewhere, waiting for the arrival of the prosperous age of martial arts. With the immortal rules of heaven gone, the injuries in Your Highness's body will naturally weaken a lot. , and if we find a better method, we can naturally remain intact!"
Xin Zhuo looked at Li Guangling, who was taking a nap silently, and then thought of the Yan Kaishan, the Ancestor of the Horsefly, and the Lihuo Suzaku True Spirit in the Tianmen Valley.
However, he felt that this method was absolutely useless to him. Not to mention, who in the world could guarantee that there would be no accidents in the future, and who happened to remember him and dig it out for him when the time came? After all, I am only in the Great Venerable Realm, and I will be dead if I don’t die by then!
It’s just that these meridians are shrinking all the time. If only a pile of bones are left, can I cultivate the white bone essence?
But looking at the confident expressions of the several Earth Immortals, he still asked: "How sure are you?"
Ling Xuzi smiled and said: "Fifty percent!"
Xin Zhuo was silent for a long time and said, "Seven days later, let's try to offer sacrifices to Confucians and then join Confucianism."
When it comes to Confucianism, we need to gather some foundation first. What if it works?
