Black Dragon Village, Juyi Hall.
"See the boss."
The two figures saluted respectfully.
Wearing a Taoist robe, he has a cold temperament.
One is tall, burly and strong.
"No need to be polite." Li Daoqiang sat up high and said quietly with a smile on his face: "I wonder what the purpose of King Ruyang in inviting you two to come?"
"Reporting to the Master, the two of you are here to deliver Princess Shao Min's dowry to the Prince of Ruyang. Please take a look at it." The Taoist presented a gift list with both hands.
Li Daoqiang raised his hand to take a picture and opened it to take a look.
The smile on the corner of his mouth became a little stronger.
The dowry was rich and showed sincerity, it was all gold and silver.
No more, no less, exactly 100 million taels.
King Ruyang, the father-in-law, knows how to behave.
"Okay." Li Daoqiang put down the gift list and laughed loudly: "Go back and tell King Ruyang that I have received the dowry, and the wedding date will be set in two months, and it will happen on time."
"Yes, Princess Shao Min will definitely arrive at Black Dragon Village as scheduled." The Taoist secretly breathed a sigh of relief and immediately replied.
"Yes." Li Daoqiang nodded with satisfaction.
Then the two said goodbye, and Li Daoqiang did not stay.
After the two left, Li Daoqiang looked at the gift list in his hand again and smiled.
Zhao Min, you can’t blame me for this.
It was your father and brother who gave me your dowry, and it has nothing to do with me at all.
In the transaction, you broke your promise.
Zhao Min's incident was, after all, just an episode for Li Daoqiang at this time.
On the sixth day, he set off from Black Dragon Village, accompanied only by Yin Zhong and Huang Xuemei.
The three people left the Black Dragon Village and quickly disappeared into the eyes of countless people. The expressions of these people changed, and messages flew in all directions under the eagles.
Silent thunder and invisible waves surged up overwhelmingly, as if they were going to swallow everything.
The sky seems to have changed.
Lin'an.
In this city that has attracted much attention from all over the world, a large number of people arrive every day, but at the same time, a large number of people leave the city on a large scale every day under the organization of various forces.
The ratio between warriors and ordinary people is constantly adjusting.
By the seventh day, as Li Daoqiang said, the ratio reached about one to one.
Acquired people are everywhere, innate people are everywhere, and there are many masters.
If it weren't for the large number of ordinary people needed to maintain the city's operations, this ratio would change significantly.
As the number of people practicing martial arts increases, there are more and more fights and killings seeking revenge. Even if many people intend to suppress it, the effect is not good.
Fortunately, most people's attention was on Li Daoqiang's visit to Lin'an, so there were fewer disputes.
The theory of nine days of time came out from nowhere, and everyone knew when Li Daoqiang would come to Lin'an.
As the time approaches day by day, the lively atmosphere in Lin'an City is burning like a raging fire.
Even the most unruly people in the world felt the indescribable oppression. They gradually became more honest, and the lively discussions also subsided, and they all waited.
Xiangguo Temple.
"Master, tomorrow is the day when Master Li will arrive, shall we...?" In a Zen room, Shi Fei Xuan, still dressed in men's clothing, asked hesitantly.
In front of her was a woman wearing a plain robe. She was calm and steady, with the demeanor of a great master.
It is a kind of beauty that is difficult to describe in words. Even if she stood here and others saw it with their own eyes, they would probably doubt that such a person existed.
Even Shi Fei Xuan, at this time, has less time than others.
She is Fan Qinghui, the master of Cihang Jingzhai in the Song Dynasty.
Hearing this, she did not answer immediately. She was silent for a moment, and then said calmly: "Feixuan, this choice is not actually ours."
The master's concubine frowned.
"I have discussed it with all the masters. What will happen? It still depends on what Li Daoqiang does.
Now in Lin'an City, not only our Buddhist sect, but also Taoists, demons, and all forces that can influence the Song Dynasty have arrived.
They are all facing choices, and they are all waiting.
Waiting to see what Li Daoqiang will do. "Fan Qinghui's tone was a little more solemn.
"Yes, disciple understands." Master Fei Xuan pondered for a moment and bowed slightly.
"The weather is about to change, and in these troubled times, it will be the people of the world who will suffer in the end, and I, the Buddhist sect, can only do our best." Fan Qinghui sighed lightly, quite seriously.
Shi Feixuan's face also became heavy and she nodded her head.
Jia Mansion.
"Tomorrow is the ninth day. Since he said this himself, he will definitely not break his promise.
Is everyone still speechless? "In a study room, Jia Jing said in a deep voice.
In front of him, the gentle and elegant Jia Sidao smiled lightly and said nonchalantly: "Who would speak easily before the matter is settled?
However, all the good things were given away. "
Jia Jing nodded and said thoughtfully: "What did Li Daoqiang think? At this time, he still has not contacted us.
Does he really want to defeat the Zhao family on his own and then recruit other families to surrender? "
"Supreme Grand Master!"
Jia Sidao spoke with a heavy tone, a sigh and a hint of longing, and said meaningfully: "Who knows what level it has reached?
Maybe he has that kind of strength? "
Jia Jing was silent, and after a few breaths, he said in a concentrated voice: "The Zhao family will definitely try their best this time. After so many years of accumulation, coupled with the unexpected opportunities, they will not be defeated so easily.
The two abnormal fluctuations in the past six months may be..."
"Don't worry, we'll just watch." Jia Sidao looked towards the direction of the palace, narrowed his eyes and said quietly.
Jia Jing nodded and said no more.
Night falls.
The magnificent Lin'an Palace is brightly lit. In the past, the palace was full of wealth and wealth, but now it has a murderous atmosphere.
The number of guards has increased several times compared to before, and there are soldiers coming and going everywhere.
At the very core, the atmosphere was extremely solemn.
There are not many people here, except for Emperor Zhao Ji, there are only three figures, all wearing royal robes.
Two of them were majestic, one was middle-aged and the other was old.
The last one has no white beard on his face and has a masculine air about him.
"Grandpa Sixth, Uncle Eighth Emperor, this is the last day, let's talk about it." Zhao Ji said with a hint of exhaustion on his usually handsome face.
"At present, the situation is quite stable. The Jia family has not made any extra moves, and the same is true for other families. At most, they only sent some things to the people in Heilong Village.
I have communicated with them, and by then, they should not be able to help each other. "The old man spoke first.
"Hmph, these rebellious ministers..." Although he had known it for a long time, Zhao Ji couldn't help but slap the table, full of anger.
After a pause, he frowned and said, "There's still no news from the Dugu family?"
"The Dugu family should not be able to find each other, but although that person has not shown up for many years, he is probably still alive.
He loves fighting against strong men most in his life, and he still hasn't shown up yet, so he probably isn't in our Song Dynasty. "The old man frowned and said in a deep voice as if he thought of something. There was unconcealable fear and fear in his expression.
(Let me take a look, there should be more. It’s a bit early to go to bed now.)
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