"Throw away that thing on your shoulder. You have to carry it all the way here. Are you implying that I want to leave you with a whole body?"
When Xuanyuan Duzun saw Ye Congwen walking over carrying a sarcophagus, his brows couldn't help but twitch. He was old and he hated to see such ominous things. ap..
He couldn't help but sarcastically said.
"Your Majesty, Emperor Wu, I know that you are old and are more taboo about such things. But please listen to what I have to say. When you know what this coffin is made of, you will know my good intentions, junior."
Ye Congwen saw Xuanyuan Duzun frowning inadvertently, and immediately guessed his thoughts. Without waiting for his objection, he continued:
"This is the legendary basalt. It is said that the giants of the Immortal Realm of all generations are proud to have it as a tombstone.
I went through a lot of hardships and searched thousands of mountains and rivers, and finally dug a piece of basalt in the true dragon's lair. When I think of my master, the Demon God King, the appointed next head of the Xuanyuan Royal Clan died young, and no one will give you, the head of the Xuanyuan Royal Clan, the end of his life.
As an apprentice, I have no choice but to shoulder this important task.
Your Majesty, Emperor Wu, are you satisfied with this gift?
Don't worry, you will never have to worry about tomb robbers digging you out in the future when you live in this thousand-year house. "
Ye Congwen smiled and showed off that it took a lot of time to carve this coffin by himself, and the remaining scraps were given to Tao Zun Buddha, two giants in the Immortal Realm, and they were thanked profusely. What a great attitude!
"Basalt! That's a rare treasure. It's something that emperors of all ages have been asking for. I didn't expect Young Master Ye to be so generous and give His Majesty the Emperor Wu a coffin carved from it!
Such a precious thing is more than enough for His Majesty the Emperor Wu! "
The five great ancestors all came over to watch. They reluctantly rubbed their hands on the basalt stone several times and couldn't help but admire it.
"It's better to keep such a precious thing for your own use. I am rich in the world, so why are you afraid that I can't find a suitable coffin?"
Xuanyuan Duzun coldly refused, saying it was just a coffin, no matter how precious or rare it was, he did not want to own it.
"Xuanyuan is supreme, don't talk too much. When our Seventy-Two Cave Mansion overthrows Xuanyuan Palace and takes back the territory, even your ancestors will become homeless ghosts.
Not to mention you, an unjust soul who died unjustly? If you were buried in this basalt sarcophagus, you wouldn't have no bones left! "
The ancestor of the Wind God earnestly advised that when he takes back his territory, of course he cannot bury the bones of outsiders like the Xuanyuan royal family on the ancestral land of the seventy-two caves.
"It's not your choice. I said I would bid farewell to you for my master, and I will do what I say.
The Xuanwu coffin has been built, but you don’t want to die. How can anything be so cheap in this world? "
Seeing that Xuanyuan was unwilling to open the door, Ye Congwen suddenly used the True Dragon Treasure Technique, and his whole body turned into a hundred-meter golden giant, with shining golden scales and a golden ring to protect his body.
Carrying the coffin with one hand, he pressed it on the bronze door with one hand and applied slight force. The 100-meter-long bronze door rumbled loudly. Soon, a gap appeared in the huge door. When the Xuanyuan royal family expert inside saw Ye Cong This hundred-meter giant Wen actually has such great strength.
Coupled with the huge body, he retreated involuntarily, for fear that Ye Congwen would push down the 100-meter bronze door, and if it hit someone, it would turn into meat in an instant.
Ye Congwen pushed open the palace door, placed the Xuanwu coffin into the vast palace, glanced at Xuanyuan Duzun flying in the air, and without waiting for Xuanyuan Duzun to speak, he turned to Yu Yueyue and asked:
"Are all the eleven guardian armies here?"
"We still need three armies of guardians from the three royal families. The Demon Hunting Guards and the Chaos Palace have already arrived."
Yu Yueyue answered truthfully.
"Then we will wait for them first. When everyone is here, we will ask the Lord of the World to order the demons to be killed."
Ye Congwen nodded. This was what he had expected. The three royal families were small and it would be difficult to break into Xuanyuan Palace for only two or three days.
"Who dares to break into Xuanyuan Palace? Someone, please drive them out!"
The prince saw a 100-meter-tall golden giant standing in the square of Xuanyuan Palace. He couldn't see the giant clearly from a distance, so he ordered the guards around him to arrest Ye Congwen without saying a word.
"Noisy!"
Ye Congwen raised his hand and used the Golden Wind and Jade Dew True Dragon Art, which instantly froze the prince and the guards behind him.
Before these people could rush out of the hall, they turned into ice sculptures, standing motionless on the steps in front of the hall.
"The fifth level of the true dragon magic, Golden Wind and Jade Dew! Ye Congwen, are you showing off your skills to me?"
Xuanyuan Duzun slowly flew down. As soon as he finished speaking, he waved out his palm, and the fiery red magma flowed towards the guards and the prince on the steps.
The ice sculpture sizzled and smoked under the magma, and a burst of smoke rose. The guards and the prince had a chance to breathe, and took big breaths.
"Showing off your skills? If you didn't tell me, I almost forgot! I heard from the Scale-Controlling God King that your dream in this life is to master the three great magic arts of Phoenix, Kirin, and True Dragon. Is this true?"
Ye Congwen asked with a smile.
"So what?"
"I'll show you all the three heaven-level magic skills later, so that you won't die in mourning."
Ye Congwen patted his chest and promised that he could still help him realize this last wish before his death.
"You - you are Thirty-Seven's apprentice Ye Congwen?"
The prince looked up at the golden giant, and finally heard that the voice belonged to Ye Congwen. Back then, in the Xuanyuan Palace, Ye Congwen had a verbal battle with the Confucian scholars, and made the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty speechless.
I still remember his voice vividly. When I heard that the golden giant's voice was exactly the same as Ye Congwen's, I couldn't help but ask.
"Your Highness, we haven't seen each other for six or seven years. I didn't expect you to still remember me."
Ye Congwen didn't have any prejudice against this prince. After all, when the twelve zodiac patron saints and the Zhuguo Duke's Alliance fought, it was this guy who stepped in to solve the problem.
Compared to the overbearing, ruthless, arrogant and arrogant Xuanyuan Duzun, he is much more humble. Unfortunately, this guy is in poor health and has low cultivation, so he is destined not to survive Xuanyuan Duzun.
"I remember, of course I remember you. Back then, you were quarreling with the scholars in this hall. You were so eloquent at a young age, and you single-handedly made the whole court speechless!
How could I forget such an eloquent voice? "
The prince opened his old eyes and looked at Ye Congwen expectantly, as if he wanted to persuade Ye Congwen to continue to use the fine tradition of a gentleman using words but not using hands.
"What's the use of being eloquent? No matter how powerful your mouth is, you can't withstand a slap from His Majesty the Emperor Wu.
Thanks to His Majesty the Emperor Wu’s severe beating, this little kid like me understood a big truth:
That is, the truth is to be told to people. A heartless monster like your father who kills people like crazy can only talk to him with his fists. "
Ye Congwen's heart is like a clear mirror, and he can understand everything at a glance. How could he not understand the meaning behind the prince's words? One word blocked the prince's little plan.
The prince had prepared a speech long ago, but Ye Congwen's decisiveness made him lose his head. He was stunned for a long time and didn't know what to say.
"Are you saying that I kill people like crazy? I don't think you Demon Hunting Guards are any better, right?
You have been rebelling for so many years, but how many of our officials and government guards from all over Daxia have died in your hands?
The country that covets our Xuanyuan royal family has made it clear that half a pound is worth half a pound, why are they so hypocritical? "
Xuanyuan Duzun said slowly that he was no match for Ye Congwen in terms of talking skills, let alone the prince, an honest and amiable person? Read the book
"Xuanyuan Duzun, what you said is too self-righteous. Why does Young Master Ye covet your family?
When everyone overthrows the Xuanyuan Imperial Family, your Xuanyuan Imperial Palace will be returned to its original owner and belong to our Seventy-Two Cave. He has not occupied a single share of your land. Even the Xuanyuan Imperial Mausoleum and other ancestral lands in the fairyland have been returned to us. Why? How can I be called coveting the kingdom of your Xuanyuan royal family? "
Ancestor Fengshen rushed to answer, "You don't even want the fairy land that holds the five-color treasure medicine. How can this be called coveting?"
"The five of you are in the East China Sea wilderness.
Are you stupid to live on an island? Our Great Xia Dynasty has 36 counties, 1,200 prefectures and 18,000 counties. If we give up a mere Xuanyuan Palace, what does that mean?
It’s just a drop in the bucket, what’s there to brag about? "
Xuanyuan Duzun sneered and retorted, secretly cursing the little cunning man for buying people's hearts.
"That's wrong! The Daxia Dynasty is the kingdom of hundreds of millions of Daxia people. You, the Xuanyuan Royal Family, are just temporary stewards. When did it become the kingdom of your Xuanyuan Royal Family?
If you do well, I'll let you do it; if you don't, I'll let you go!
Young Master Ye, fellow commanders of the Dharma Protector Army, our team of poor scholars and sour scholars has been assembled, and today we formally applied to the co-lord of the world for the management rights of the Great Xia Dynasty.
I also ask all the Dharma Protector Commanders for your approval! "
A man dressed as a county magistrate walked in neatly with a group of poor scholars in coarse clothes and linen.
Although each of them has a sallow complexion and a thin figure, and all of them are mortals with no strength to restrain a chicken, their aura of not fearing power or coercion is refreshing to the surrounding monks. ..
"Haha, you asked such a group of poor and powerless scholars to manage the Great Xia Dynasty, Ye Congwen, are you here to make fun of me?
If the three major gods invade, are you going to let poor scholars go to the front line and let them fight off the enemy with their mouths? "
Xuanyuan Duzun laughed loudly, looking at these poor scholars with ragged clothes, yellow faces and skinny muscles, he laughed loudly with scorn. The descendants of the Xuanyuan royal family below also cheered and cheered, and for a while, the entire Xuanyuan Palace was filled with rumbling echoes.
"Have you finished laughing? If not, I will give you another half hour."
Ye Congwen asked patiently without being annoyed or angry.
Seeing Ye Congwen's unfazed look, Xuanyuan Duzun suddenly realized that he was laughing awkwardly. If he continued to laugh, wouldn't he be making others laugh at him?
Secretly scolding the little slippery man for his evil intentions, he waved his hand and simply asked:
"If you have something to say, just say it once and for all. Don't be secretive or hesitant. You're not a storyteller under the bridge. Why are you selling it in 9981 chapters?"
Xuanyuan was a master of humor, and he made fun of these poor scholars who usually made a living by telling stories, making the children of the Xuanyuan royal family laugh.
"Mr. Storyteller? I almost forgot if you didn't mention it!"
Ye Congwen said with sudden realization, looking down at the group of poor scholars on the ground, and asked curiously:
"In the past two days, you have written storybooks about His Majesty's family's romantic affairs and sold them to storytellers on the streets. Which one is the best-selling and most profitable?"
"this……"
"What's so unspeakable about this? Others dare to do it, but you don't dare to say it?"
"I don't think I dare to say it. The main reason is that the best-selling novels are all about the palace secrets that are based on rumors. The names are relatively explicit and difficult to be considered elegant."
A young scholar said slightly shyly.
Unexpectedly, it would have been better if he didn't mention it. The moment he mentioned it, all the monks' interest was aroused. They all looked at the scholar with wide eyes and urged:
"What do you mean by catching wind and shadow? Isn't His Majesty the Emperor here? Just tell me and let the person involved tell you whether it is true or false."
"Then let me tell you. Your Majesty, Emperor Wu, could you please help me identify the authenticity and clear up my doubts."
When the poor scholar saw so many experts supporting him, he mustered up the courage and shouted loudly:
"The best-selling and most popular books are:
"There are thousands of concubines in the palace, and they have half as many children as I have", "The years I spent with the imperial concubine in Xuanyuan Palace", "The harem is cold in the dead of night, when will the guard brother come"——"
"presumptuous!"
Before the poor scholar could finish speaking, Xuanyuan Duzun flew into a rage and slapped the poor scholar with a huge unicorn palm, carrying the power of destroying the world and destroying the world. It was so fast that the poor scholar had no time to react.
At this moment, a golden fist shot out of the air, and one hundred and eight fists condensed into a golden fist net, which instantly scattered the fiery giant palm.
"One hundred and twenty-eight styles of ancient Nanman boxing techniques!"
Xuanyuan's unique face
With a solemn look on her face, Lu no longer cared about the poor scholar's dirty words, and instead focused all her attention on Ye Congwen, the golden giant.
