[Sacrifice to Spirits: The Innate Shennong Ding is a treasure tripod created for the ancient innate warriors. It can grow spiritual herbs, refine elixirs, and reunite the innate martial arts.
Sharing: No sharing ability!
Note: It can be conquered and recognized as the master! 】
[Sacrifice to the Spirit: The remaining scroll of Jiuyou Ice Art, a secret code for those who cultivate the path of immortality with Dharma, which can reach the golden elixir stage.
Sharing: Things from other worlds are illusory and misty, and their essence can be captured, but they are not suitable for practice. 】
[Sacrifice to the spirits: Shixian Palace, which contains the killing array of the ancient warrior Xiao Qixing.
Share: Grade A. 】
Jiang family.
Fengweiyuan.
Xin Zhuo was sitting cross-legged behind a book, looking at the three new sacrifices in the moon-watching well.
That's right, all the objects in Shixian Palace that looked strange were sacrificed to their spirits by him.
This cauldron is indeed a treasure. Although the well owner cannot share the ability, he can plant spiritual herbs and refine elixirs, allowing the acquired warriors to reunite their innate martial arts. Even if it is not as pure as the one who has completely rebuilt it, it can be as pure as the original one. Like the senior Xuanyuan Lingpi in Lieshan, he is very close to innateness.
When the golden age of martial arts comes, ordinary warriors will be stronger than others from the beginning.
Xin Zhuo actually doesn't like the skills of the Immortal Shi, but the old eunuch said something about the "clone" before he died. I don't know who this old guy is, so it's better to study it.
Finally, there was the formation. He had personally witnessed the mystery of the Shixian Palace formation and found it very interesting and necessary to give it a try.
grab!
[Nine Nether Illusions! 】
[Little Seven Stars’ Secret Code of Killing Formation]
absorb!
A kind of skill that was taken from Shixianren and transformed into the martial arts of an innate warrior and a formation technique were imprinted in his mind.
If you think about it carefully, it is somewhat mysterious.
"Your Highness!"
At this time, Bai Xuanji hurriedly entered and saluted: "The ministers are leaderless and are terrified and uneasy. Su Wuji, Tai Xun Gong, Yu Siliu, Feng Sihu and other princes and ministers, including the Empress Dowager and the Empress, have asked to see you many times. .”
It had been two days since Xin Zhuo suppressed the empress and the masters of various sects. The people of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the imperial court had to follow his lead. They would naturally follow his wishes in the future of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Xin Zhuo stood up and walked to the window. The rain was still falling. Calculating the time, there was still more than a month before the martial arts boom would come. He would not be able to stay in this imperial capital no matter what, and neither could the direct descendants of the Jiang family. .
Not to mention what the hell the Four Sacred Mountains are behind the four princesses of Beihai. Even in this great Zhou Dynasty, Jiang Yuqing is too dazzling and famous. In the future, this is not a good thing. Maybe it will be due to the dispute over luck. , became a place where the lost and ancient warriors fought.
After thinking about it, the price/performance ratio is too low.
He needs to give up all his identity, take his family, and find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters to live in seclusion, waiting for the right time and place.
It’s just that if the court doesn’t make proper arrangements, I’m afraid it won’t work!
He turned around and asked, "How is the monument to the heroes of the Western Qin Dynasty?"
Bai Xuanji replied: "The government and the public agree to erect monuments with the most solemn etiquette to build the Martyrs' Shrine for the future monarchs of the Great Zhou Dynasty to offer sacrifices and for future generations to offer incense. In the past two days, the court officials have mobilized 100,000 migrant workers and the construction has been completed. It is only waiting for His Highness to personally Go to the sacrificial inscription!”
Xin Zhuo nodded and asked, "How will the funeral arrangements be decided for Ji Yaoyue, the four princesses and Jiang Yugui?"
Bai Xuanji replied: "Princess...Ji Yaoyue has contributed to bringing peace to the world, and has ascended the throne. She is still the wife of His Highness. The courtiers dare not disobey and decided to be buried with the emperor's ceremony..."
Xin Zhuo was silent.
"...The second young master was granted the title of king and was buried in the Jiang family's ancestral temple. After all, the four princesses had been in the Jiang family for decades. The reason is difficult to explain. They are buried according to princess etiquette and are solely responsible for the imperial court."
"very good!"
Xin Zhuo lit the book and said, "Go to the imperial city and tell them that tomorrow Prince Ji Yu will ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor! Also, I hold grudges. Some people must be held responsible for what they have done. Everything has been done against Western Qin." The princes and ministers will confiscate their homes and exterminate their clans. No one above the wheel will be spared, and I will sacrifice the soul of the Western Qin army."
"Here!" Bai Xuanji hurriedly left with a murderous look on her face.
Xin Zhuo stretched and had nothing to do, got up and walked out of the palace.
The drizzle is like a silky oil-paper umbrella.
The Jiang family's mansion is huge. Ji Jiuwei, Xiong Zhang, Shan Yao, Li Yun and others are preparing to travel far away according to Xin Zhuo's ideas. Mrs. Shuang and her servants are being dismissed and those who are willing to stay are staying. Zhuangzi all over the country They have a choice of shops.
At this moment, the entire courtyard of the mansion seemed empty.
Unknowingly, I walked to Jiang Yugui's "Fengxingyuan". Jiang Yugui's body had been transported to the front yard. Together with the four "princesses", it was arranged by the staff of the Ministry of Etiquette. There were no servants left except Jiang Yugui's wife He. Mrs. Zhang, the legitimate daughter of Marquis Yang, stood at the door with her little baby, looking at the rain in a daze.
The little baby was about three years old. When he saw Xin Zhuo, his big eyes rolled around and he shouted crisply: "Uncle!"
Mrs. Zhang woke up from her daze and quickly stepped forward to salute: "I've met my brother!"
Xin Zhuo first looked at the child, patted his head, and then looked at Mrs. Zhang. This girl was only seventeen or eighteen years old. She gave birth when she was fourteen or fifteen, so she was essentially still a little girl. He asked: "What will you do in the future?" What’s the plan?”
If Mrs. Jiang wants to leave, Jiang Yugui's children must be taken away, except for Xin Zhuo, but this one is the only one. If Mrs. Zhang wants to follow, of course she must go together.
Mrs. Zhang hesitated for a moment, then suddenly knelt down and cried bitterly: "Please let me go, brother. The Jiang family is too depressed, and I don't want to stay here for a moment longer."
Not to mention that the Jiang family had too many rules and was widowed at a young age. She seemed to have seen the future of other widows in the Jiang family, but she felt that the future was bleak. How could she endure it at a teenage age?
The little boy next to him looked at his mother blankly. At such a young age, he still didn't understand many things. He didn't understand what he meant by leaving.
Xin Zhuo sighed and said, "You don't want the child anymore?"
Mrs. Zhang looked at the child with nostalgia and shook her head: "He is a child of the Jiang family. I can't control him. Please give me my freedom, brother!"
Xin Zhuo was silent for a moment: "Let's go!"
Mrs. Zhang was grateful, threw the child away, hurried into the house, picked up a package on her back, and hurried out the door. She took one last look at the child, bowed to Xin Zhuo, and ran straight away.
"Mom!" The child finally cried out helplessly.
Xin Zhuo knelt down and patted his head: "If you're a man, don't cry. Can you follow your uncle from now on?"
The little boy stopped crying, wiped his tears, and choked with sobs: "Okay!"
"May I have your name?"
"Jiang Zichong, born from my great-grandmother."
…
After leaving the Fengyingyuan, Xin Zhuo led Jiang Zichong around and unknowingly came to the "Wuzhu" where the eldest sister Jiang Huan, Qin Yuliu and others were once imprisoned.
It was still as gloomy as before, and the sound of wailing could be heard faintly.
He was startled for a moment, then walked inside.
"Your Highness!"
Two white-haired caretakers came out early, with formality and respect on their faces.
"Are you the Jiang family's wife or a girl?" Xin Zhuo asked.
A slightly thin old lady showed a hint of embarrassment on her face: "We are old girls from the Jiang family, the same generation as Jiang Yong."
Xin Zhuo nodded and looked deep into Wuzhu: "How many people are there?"
"Seventy-eight people!"
Xinzhuo pulled Jiang Zi and rushed inside, looking at the tortured prisoners in the cages and begging for humility, and finally stopped in front of a cage.
There was a rotten stench coming from inside.
The six of them were disheveled, rotten, and their eyes were numb. They were so exhausted that they couldn't even tell which one was Qin Yuliu and which one was Master Pujing.
For four or five years, my meridians have been cut off, my martial arts realm has completely disappeared, I have not washed or rinsed, and I have been completely ruined.
Xin Zhuo couldn't help but think of what happened at Fulong Mountain back then. Now that Mr. Dongfang was dead and the Spirit Slayer Master Tai had also died in Demon Hill, he suddenly felt bored and slapped his hand with his hand, killing the six people!
Not wanting to stay any longer, he turned around and left: "Give freedom to those who have no resentment, and kill the rebellious ones!"
"Here!"
