The original lights of thousands of houses in the pagoda city have disappeared. Among the dark ruins, there is only a weak light in a intact small house in the middle of the lake.
In the sky, there are eight faint eyes, staring here.
The center of the lake leads to an underground river. The rocks at the bottom of the lake are broken, and the lake water roars back. Five people and one dog are sitting cross-legged under the weak oil lamp in this noisy environment.
Xin Zhuo, Li Guangling, Gou Xianxian, Mr. Zhuge, the Supreme Bird Man and Xiao Huang who betrayed Fuxian Palace and went to nowhere, always feeling that Xin Zhuo did not detoxify him.
"I'm afraid it's not that easy to get to the Great Qiandi Capital!"
Gou Xianzi took a sip of the wine and said, "I can't predict good or bad luck. There are countless possibilities. You'd better not listen!"
Li Guangling ate the chicken legs and said vaguely: "Lao Gou, you'd better not say anything. It's the same as not saying anything!"
"I hate it most when people call me old dog. I am the emperor who is arbitrary for all eternity. Sooner or later, one day..."
"Lao Gou, go away!"
"OK!"
"Brother Xin, you want to take a look?"
Mr. Zhuge had just rushed back from the way to Daqian. Yes, a group of them turned back halfway before reaching the capital of Daqian. The two imperial edicts of the empress had already been written.
Xin Zhuo raised his glass and gestured to join us, and then said: "That's right! Even if Emperor Daqian doesn't understand, it's still better than being chased by Daluo Dayan and Holy Land Dongtian and running for his life, right? Maybe I will become rich if I go there?"
"That makes sense." Everyone raised their glasses.
Xin Zhuo smiled. There was one thing he didn't say. He needed to find the Empress as a backer, and he also wanted to go to the capital of the Great Qian Emperor to find an opportunity. What was the opportunity? A group of masters sacrificed to the spirit, integrated the original power, and broke through to the quasi-sacred realm as soon as possible.
After all, I heard there are many masters there.
To be honest, if there wasn't so much hostility and pursuit, Xin Zhuo felt that with his simple personality, he could invite many people to drink from the old well.
Gou Xianxian said at this time: "So, this is a practice banquet, let's have a drink, each go back to his own home, each find his own mother?"
Li Guangling was surprised: "You still have a mother?"
Gou Xianzi was stunned for a moment and cursed angrily: "I'm so stupid to you, my grandma!"
Xin Zhuo interrupted with a wave of his hand and looked at several people who lowered their voices: "I heard about the business you two are doing..."
Li Guangling's "Yin Stone" business was the strange thing that the Yin Yang Stone News Pillar used to deliver news when he was in the Xuantian Sword Sect. This thing was originally very common, but it has been taken away by some unscrupulous weapon refiners in recent years. Weapon refining is gradually in short supply!
Gou Xianxian and Li Guangling complement each other and do the "Yangshi" business.
Although this thing is ordinary, it has made the two of them a lot of money. There is a mountain of heavenly and earthly treasures, elixirs, mental methods, and spiritual beasts, otherwise Li Guangling's lifespan will be extinct long ago!
Gou Xianxian and Li Guangling looked at each other: "Yes, do you have any objections?"
Xin Zhuo said: "I have an immature suggestion! Do you accept it?"
He talked about transmitting the sound into the secret for a full hour.
Li Guangling, Gou Xianxian, Mr. Zhuge and Supreme Birdman were stunned when they heard this.
Gou Xianshe swallowed: "This... is really a fantastic idea. It may be possible, but it requires strong manpower and material resources, and it also requires not being caught and disrupted by major forces!"
Xin Zhuo said in a deep voice: "You take advantage of Da Qian to integrate the eight kingdoms of the Zhou Dynasty, ask Ji Yu to help, collect all the wealth of the eight kingdoms, and then collect all the royal family of the Zhou Dynasty, and then find four people, Duan Dapeng, Li Wumian, Shangguan Fan Qing And a bowl, they must have gathered a lot of wealth there, more than half of me.
Also, do you remember the group of heavenly and human warriors we met in the Kuling Mountain Stream of the Evil Emperor? Zhu Wue, Taoist Wanfa, He Xianzi, etc. These people were able to run to that place. They were obviously helpless cultivators. Their brains were very smart and could be used!
What we are playing is different, what we are playing is to change the entertainment method of martial arts in heaven and earth!
I feel more and more that without accumulation of wealth, the road to spiritual practice will be long and tiring! "
Li Guangling couldn't help but scolded: "You are really not a normal person with this brain, that's it!"
Mr. Zhuge said: "If it works, this chat software..."
A bit speechless, he laughed dryly: "What's your name?"
Xin Zhuo narrowed his eyes: "How about KouKou or Weixin? My boss Ma from my hometown is doing this kind of business. The thieves are rich!"
"What the hell is your name? No!" Gou Xian shook his head, "Why don't you call me King of Heaven and Earth Network! You are the big boss, you have been the king, you are loud, domineering, and naughty!"
Xin Zhuo hesitated because the ghost name was too unpleasant.
Li Guangling retorted: "Then it's better to ask Sister-in-law Li to chat, to be down-to-earth!"
Xin Zhuo sighed: "Wangtiandi Internet Cafe, suddenly I feel that this name is surprisingly good!"
…
During the Daqian Holy Dynasty, the first year of Kaisheng, early winter.
A not-so-luxurious demon carriage drove out from the ruins of Buddha City and headed straight for Qiongxiao, the imperial capital of the Daqian Holy Clan.
The distance is ninety-eight thousand seven hundred and sixty miles. If one travels day and night at the speed of a Yuanji warrior, it would only take twenty days. But with the speed of this carriage with three snake-scale monster horses, it is hard to say how long it will take.
Fortunately, the eight auras around him were looming, always supervising, but not urging.
…
In a large mountain in the south, Mr. Dongfang silently watched the carriage leave, with a particularly gloomy expression: "Please go to the Daqian Imperial Capital to design a plan to get rid of this kid!"
On the other side, Lord Mie Ling sat cross-legged on the top of the tree and said tiredly: "Let the superior saint Qin Guiyi go to work!"
"Senior Uncle Qisha, please go!"
Dayan Zong was closest to the carriage for the seventh time, his eyes full of hostility and anger.
No one can understand the complex emotions and inexplicable anxiety in their hearts at this moment, and no one can understand their horror when they hear Xin Zhuo's current cultivation level and situation!
They thought it would be difficult for this boy to survive the five declines of the heavenly realm, but in just over forty years, he not only crossed over at an incomprehensible speed, but even reached the Sixth Forest of Yuanji.
Frankly speaking, this growth rate is beyond their understanding.
The key point is that this kid can't be killed no matter how hard he kills him. Even the quasi-sage will feel a deep sense of frustration.
Moreover, this kid is very evil. There is no guarantee that he will not retaliate if he becomes a saint in the future.
They suddenly felt that Xin Zhuo had become a hot iron ball, which could not be smashed and was hot to touch.
…
The carriage moves leisurely and slowly.
Three days later, they encountered 300,000 elite cadres who had been reorganized and came to suppress the eight countries, but the leader was no longer Ji Pixuan.
This kid may have already returned to the Daqian Imperial Capital first.
The army opened a passage on its own, and as the carriage passed by, it was difficult for the large number of soldiers not to look curiously at the man and the dog in the carriage. It was this ordinary guy, except for his good looks, who almost killed Da Gan. After hundreds of battles, there was already a huge quarrel in the Daqian court and in the Daqian army.
Therefore, it is inevitable for a large number of generals to point fingers.
"Wangwang..." Xiao Huang called to the big soldiers outside the carriage with an evil look on his face.
Xin Zhuo gave it a slap: "What the hell are you barking at?"
As the carriage drove further and further, Daqian's generals suddenly realized, why did he use "you"?
In early winter, the scenery along the way is not beautiful. The mountain peaks are "bald", the rivers are frozen, and the birds are invisible. There are ruins after the Daqian campaign and people begging for food and clothing everywhere.
The only thing worth admiring is the frost everywhere in the morning when the carriage enters the wilderness.
On the thirty-seventh day, the carriage stopped in a small town.
The town is not famous, nor is it a tourist attraction or a martial arts holy land. However, there is a huge lake hundreds of miles wide due south of it. The name of this lake is "Jishuitan".
Xin Zhuo took Xiao Huang to the flower shop in the town and bought a lot of bouquets, and also bought three large baskets of papyrus used by the people to pay homage to their ancestors.
Then one person and one dog arrived at the "Jishui Pond" and looked around in a daze.
This "Jishui Pond" was the place where he went to Demon Hill to save his mother and fight against forty-seven great sages.
He promised those people that he would tell them what the golden age of martial arts would be like in the future, but he never fulfilled it.
Not far away there is a huge and dilapidated stone tablet that has been eroded by the wind:
"On a certain month of a certain year, Jiang Yuqing, the king of Western Qin County, came here to kill forty-seven great sages with great venerable status, including six divine disciples. His unparalleled appearance will be left for future generations to appreciate... and remember it as a souvenir!"
Below there are words such as "Zhang Zewei, a personal witness to Lizhou in the Great Zhou Dynasty", "Zhang Zewei, a personal witness to the state of Sixi, Tuo Tuoqi" and so on.
This stone monument is quite old. I remember it was crowded with people back then. Now we see it again, things have changed and people have changed.
Walking along the stone monument, we arrived at a remote place where there were some faint tombstones: the tomb of Miao Sisi, the tomb of Dugu Hongye, etc.
A bunch of Shintos!
A legendary figure like Shintoko is now extinct. No one mentions it. Xin Zhuo can't even remember what the hell Shintoko is.
He placed flowers in front of the tombstone, burned paper money, sat cross-legged and watched the clouds in the sky change in a daze. He was full of words and could not say anything.
After struggling for a long time, he finally said: "This prosperous age of martial arts is actually not interesting at all!"
"Brother Xin!"
At this moment, a figure in the distance flashed from the lake. With his white clothes fluttering, he cupped his fists and saluted: "His Majesty Qiandi issued three imperial edicts in succession, asking you to rush to the imperial capital as soon as possible!"
Xin Zhuo raised his head and saw an acquaintance, Feng Shuning, the daughter of Feng Sihu, the left prime minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Her white clothes seemed to be some kind of official robe.
Sensing Xin Zhuo's curious eyes, Feng Shuning smiled and said: "The eldest daughter of the Feng family in Hantan thirty thousand years ago, a disciple of the Ji family, is now an official in Daqian!"
Xin Zhuo nodded. Even if a dog from Dazhou jumped out now and said it was a son of a certain family or the Holy Land, he would still believe it.
He looked around, and the figures of the eight quasi-saints were much clearer than before, and there was a faint threat, so he had to get up and pat his butt and leave. He didn't even bother to ask Empress Daqian why she was so anxious to see him.
Blind date?
Day 47.
The carriage swayed forward, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, dressed in white, with bright eyes and white teeth, happy and sweet, he cupped his fists and saluted: "Jiang...Brother Xin, I was Princess Wuyou back then. When you left, I You're eight years old, do you still remember? His Majesty's seventh imperial edict is for you to go faster!"
Day sixty-two.
Another figure appeared in front of the carriage, also dressed in white official robes. He said with a cold face: "Tuo Ba Ling'er, Brother Xin, do you still remember? Your Majesty, the ninth imperial edict..."
Seventy-three days.
Another figure appeared in front: "Your Majesty's tenth imperial edict, please Brother Xin to hurry up!"
Day 81!
There was a blizzard, the sky and earth were covered in heavy makeup, and the wind was biting.
Qiongxiao Holy City, the capital of Daqian Emperor, has arrived!
(End of chapter)
