At the foot of the Snowy Mountains, there is a welcoming pavilion.
This pavilion does seem to be old, because it is growing well.
In any case, a pavilion should not be described as growing well unless it is alive.
I don’t know that the wood used to build this pavilion was new and was used directly after being cut down, so the pillars are alive again.
I still deliberately used a few live trees to make it look like this, just to look different.
Qin Yiren, the absolute overlord in the rivers and lakes northwest of Dayu, seemed to be standing in this green pavilion with a humble attitude at this moment.
He heard the sound of the donkey's hooves and the ringing of the copper bell hanging around the donkey's neck.
So he couldn't help but think that a place like Shangyang Palace, after so many years, still likes to pretend.
If the temple owner came with great fanfare, accompanied by countless entourage guards, riding in a luxurious and beautiful carriage, and surrounded by cavalry, Qin Yiren would still think Shangyang Palace was a bit interesting.
Once you reach that position, you will naturally accept the treatment you deserve at that position. Isn't this difficult?
He deliberately rode a broken donkey and traveled all the way here, just to let people say, is Shangyang Palace really simple?
Pretending.
Especially, the person who came was Xin Yanque, and this Xin Yanque should actually be named Xie Yanque.
Even if Qin Yiren has never been to Geling, with his current strength and status, someone in Geling City will tell him that Mr. Xin is the new king of Dayu in the future.
Therefore, besides waiting humbly like this and welcoming him even more humbly later, what else can Tianjianting do?
Even though he was always scolding in his heart, he still had to wait respectfully.
Kill Xin Yanque? Stop the emperor's plan?
No idiot can do such a thing.
For the Xungui clan and the major forces, who is their biggest concern?
It's the emperor, not Xin Yanque.
They tried so hard and even tried to kill people to find another emperor. They worked hard for twenty years, but it was totally meaningless.
Who would have thought that twenty years later, the emperor himself would no longer want to do it.
So, can they touch Xin Yanque?
Not only must they not be moved, they must be coaxed, held, cherished, and offered as treasures.
At this time, if any of them was stupid and killed Xin Yanque, then the stupid person would be cut into pieces by them.
The reason why Qin Yiren wanted to welcome him out in person was because he knew that Mr. Xin was the future Jade Emperor.
At this moment, the man and the donkey finally appeared in front of everyone.
Mr. Xin stopped the donkey and looked at Qin Yiren, who was wearing a red robe. This outfit was indeed eye-catching.
"An official?"
Mr. Xin asked.
Qin Yiren shook his head quickly, trying to explain: "I am God..."
Before he finished speaking, Mr. Xin asked again: "From Shangyang Palace?"
Qin Yiren immediately shook his head again: "I am Tian..."
Mr. Xin: "You are not an official of the fourth rank or above in the imperial court, nor a priest above the secretary seat of Shangyang Palace. Why do you dare to wear red robes and brocade clothes?"
Qin Yiren said: "This is the costume of the owner of Tianjian Pavilion. It has always been like this..."
Mr. Xin said: "In other words, you have exceeded the limit by one or two days, haven't you?"
Qin Yiren's face was obviously ugly, how could the faces of his subordinates be any better.
"You know I came today and put on such clothes. Do you want to provoke me? Or provoke Shangyang Palace? Or directly provoke the court? Provoke the national law?"
After Mr. Xin finished speaking, Qin Yiren's face turned from blue to white, and he was angry.
Even the color of the back of Qin Yiren's hand has changed a bit. It turned purple due to clenching his fist.
Behind him, Aunt Yue reminded in a low voice: "A little impatience will ruin a big plan. He is deliberately provoking.
I want to take advantage of this. "
Qin Yiren took a deep breath, and then suddenly took off the bright red brocade robe with a wave of his hand. He said: "I knew that the master of the temple was coming today, but he still prepared such clothes for me. He pretended that I had not studied and did not know the rules of the court. This was probably to frame me."
He turned around and ordered: "Kill the servant who dressed me today, capture him and kill him in front of the Lord Guanzhu."
Qin Yiren, who took off his coat and wore only a shirt, cupped his fists and saluted again.
"Qin Yiren, a ruthless man from the world of martial arts, pays homage to the master of Fengyu Temple in Shangyang Palace."
After finishing speaking, he bowed to the ground.
"Well......"
Mr. Xin said: "First you wore a bright red brocade dress to challenge the court's rules, and now you want to kill people in front of me to challenge the country's laws?"
Qin Yiren said: "If you don't want to kill, you won't kill. It all depends on the order of the temple master."
Mr. Xin said: "Mr. Qin, do you know what I came here to do today?"
Qin Yiren said: "I heard that the temple master is traveling around. Someone in Qin doesn't know what the temple master's purpose is. But since the temple master is here, Tianjian Pavilion will naturally entertain him grandly."
Mr. Xin said: "When I came out, my master told me that the easiest thing in the world is to find trouble."
Qin Yiren frowned.
Mr. Xin said: "If we don't fight this, it would be wrong for you to kneel down to greet me."
Qin Yiren said: "I have always respected Shangyang Palace, and I have always respected the master of the temple. If the master of the temple insists on competing with Tianjianting, then I will respect the wishes of the master of the temple and the challenge of the master of the temple."
Aunt Yue still wanted to remind him, but it obviously had no effect.
Mr. Xin said: "I found a fair and upright reason, but you didn't run away, that's great."
Qin Yiren said: "This place is not suitable for sparring. If we accidentally hurt the people..."
Mr. Xin said: "Then just draw a circle."
Qin Yiren was slightly startled: "Draw a circle."
Mr. Xin took out a stack of talisman papers from his arms and said with some regret: "Unfortunately, I didn't practice talisman arts before. I learned some temporarily before going out. I don't know if it will work."
As he spoke, he sprinkled the talisman paper into the sky.
Those talisman papers seemed to have life of their own, like big butterflies flying out one by one.
After a while, the talisman actually formed a circle around it, with one sheet floating about a foot apart, and there was a slight flicker of brilliance on the talisman.
Mr. Xin said: "I'm in a hurry, and I have to go to Yuxinguan and Xisheng Temple to fight. It's best to deal with it here, so please hurry up."
Qin Yiren felt a little uneasy when he saw this rune technique.
Everyone knows that the most difficult thing to practice is this kind of thing. It is so mysterious that even most practitioners cannot understand why there is such a wonderful technique.
Someone once tried to explain that driving runes is the same as driving aircraft.
But this explanation is simply unconvincing.
The reason for driving the aircraft is that, firstly, the aircraft are made of special materials, which can perfectly match the internal energy, and secondly, the inner diameter of the practitioner is not separated from itself when driving the aircraft, just like Just like flying a kite, there are constant implications.
Talisman paper is just a piece of paper. With a few ghostly drawings on it, it can exert greater power than an aircraft. Do you think this is reasonable?
After these talismans formed a circle, the disciples of Tianjianting who came with Qin Yiren noticed something was wrong.
They seemed like a group of small fish, now caught in a bucket.
Qin Yiren said: "Since the master of the temple wants to give me some advice, Mr. Qin has no choice but to take the liberty of accepting it."
After speaking, he suddenly clapped his hands, and after a snap, the same incomprehensible thorns appeared in a circle on the ground.
Swift and fierce.
Wherever each piece of talisman paper floats, there is a ground thorn stabbing out rapidly from underneath.
Mr. Xin lowered his head slightly and seemed to see that in the soles of Qin Yiren's feet, the inner energy was rooted like tree roots.
Got in.
There is no doubt that this is the first person Mr. Xin has encountered with such great inner strength, the first opponent who can cheer him up.
Inject one's own inner energy into the earth. Within the range controlled by this inner energy, a grain of dust or a fly ash can be turned into Qin Yiren's weapon.
With this kind of strength, even the head master would probably say...it's just okay when he sees it.
Mr. Xin said calmly: "It's not bad."
With a thought in his mind, the floating talismans immediately started to rotate, avoiding all the thorns just in time.
However, Qin Yiren's inner strength was too domineering and strong. When the talisman moved, the ground thorn would turn.
Mr. Xin raised his left hand, with three fingers bent and contracted, and two fingers like a sword.
The talisman paper then flashed with brilliance, and on each talisman paper, there was a sword intent downwards.
The thorns on the ground were all broken, but the sword intention did not stop. As Mr. Xin's fingers moved downward, all the sword intention penetrated into the earth.
In the next breath, Qin Yiren had to take two steps back, and two sword energy pierced the ground from where he had just stopped.
He avoided it, but not everyone from Tianjianting behind him could avoid it.
Sensing the danger, Aunt Yue rose into the air, but the lower-strength elders around her had their feet pierced by the sword energy at that moment.
"I'm in a hurry."
Mr. Xin said: "You'd better do your best."
Qin Yiren slammed his palms on the ground. As the ground shook, the ground under Mr. Xin's feet suddenly turned into quicksand.
A whirlpool appeared where he stood, and in just a moment, Mr. Xin's feet began to sink.
"not enough."
Mr. Xin suddenly bent down and slapped his palms on the ground.
As he grabbed something in the quicksand with both hands, he lifted it up violently, and Qin Yiren, who was several feet away, was pulled forward and fell forward.
"You can actually...capture other people's inner strength?!"
Aunt Yue, who was hiding far away, opened her eyes as big as eggs at this moment.
Turning one's inner strength into the invisible is a symbol of a practitioner reaching the Wuyue Realm. Condensing the invisible inner diameter into an invisible tangible form is a sign of reaching the peak of the Wuyue Realm.
When the inner energy reaches the level of Qin Yiren, it can even penetrate into the earth. Using the terrain as a weapon, he has already stepped into the realm of God-giving with one foot.
What kind of realm is it to be able to capture the invisible inner energy of others?
Already blessed?
"Actually, you wore a red robe. You were really demonstrating to me on purpose."
Mr. Xin used his hands to pull out two thick and invisible vines from the ground.
As he pulled hard towards him, Qin Yiren was dragged directly over.
"The old man said that since you are here to bully others, you should behave like a bully."
His eyes flashed.
After saying this, Qin Yicai discovered that all the talismans were floating above his head at some unknown time.
Snapped!
A talisman hit him in the face, like a hard slap in the face.
Bang bang bang bang...
Countless pieces of talisman paper were beaten down in a series, as if they were coming and going, over and over again.
If the talisman turned into a sword stabbed him, he wouldn't feel so humiliated.
"ah!"
Qin Yiren shouted loudly.
His palms suddenly loosened, and he no longer wanted those inner energies.
A ball of air exploded on him, shattering all the talismans.
The scattered butterflies flying all over the sky made the old man look a little crazy.
Among the remaining butterflies, an invisible long stick suddenly fell.
"Be obedient."
Mr. Xin used his hands to twist the two internal energies he grabbed into a thick twist stick.
You can't see it, but it's definitely long, thick, and big enough.
A stick fell on Qin Yiren's head.
"Be obedient, be obedient, be obedient, be obedient, be obedient..."
Bang bang bang bang bang...
On this day, the owner of Tianjian Pavilion was hit on the head by Mr. Xin with a stick, and he was smashed into the ground in just a moment.
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