As soon as Ying Ju said these words, Ying Yan, Na Wen, Na Ming and others' eyes widened.
They were extremely happy and looked at Princess Ayi with bright eyes.
With this almost invulnerable Xianjia plate armor, it can be said that it is basically invincible.
At the same time, the weapons in their hands can break through the opponent's defense, and it can be said that they almost win.
Princess Ayi smiled bitterly: "Father, this is not a question of selling, it is really difficult to make."
"Why haven't you heard of this Xianjia plate armor before?" Yanju asked curiously while putting on the Xianjia plate armor.
Princess Ayi shook Yongju's arm and said, "Father, the little saint said that the output of the Jianxian family's plate armor is very small, and it must be kept secret, so I don't wear it at all."
"Keep it secret, why keep it secret?" Yin Ju asked puzzledly, "With this, wouldn't it be better to scare the barbarians away?"
"Father, this number is small and cannot pose a threat to the barbarians, so we have to take them by surprise." Princess Ayi explained patiently.
"Forget it." Yeng Ju could only sigh, but he thought in his heart that Zhaojiazhuang was so rich, there was no way it could only have these Xianjia plate armors.
But now, besides Princess Ayi, there are still ten sets in hand.
The two captains and deputy captains of guards, and the six captains and deputy commanders each have their own set.
The remaining two sets naturally belong to him as the king.
Although each chief and deputy had only one set of positions, they were extremely grateful to the king.
With this Xianjia plate armor, it can be said that the battlefield is invincible and life is guaranteed.
Xianjia plate armor is indeed difficult to make, but this is not a big problem for Zhao Ping.
If it were purely handmade, it would take almost a month to make a set.
But Zhao Ping had a stamping machine in his hands, and his efficiency increased by almost thirty times.
Zhao Ping makes a lot of them and has at least a thousand sets of Xianjia plate armor in his hands.
He is well aware of the principle that rare things are valuable. The less things are, the more people cherish them.
Zhao Ping also has his own plans and steps, which of course cannot be exposed all at once.
Inside the pavilion, Zhao Ping is working.
Zhong Hua came in and reported: "Little Saint, all the thirty-seven ghost masters have arrived, only the three largest ghost masters have not come here yet."
Zhao Ping asked thoughtfully: "Who are the ghost masters of the three tribes?"
"One is Arroyo, one is Apollo, and one is Amitabha." Zhonghua looked at the map and answered respectfully.
"Are these three ghost masters far away?" Zhao Ping asked lightly with a sarcastic smile on his lips.
Zhong Hua shook his head and said helplessly: "Little saint, not only are they not far away, they are actually the closest."
"Recently?" Zhao Ping said with a joking smile, "It seems they don't take the royal family seriously."
"Not only do they look down upon them, they think that Ziqi Country is what it is today because of their tribe!" Zhong Hua had a sarcastic smile on his face.
When Zhao Ping heard this, he smiled sarcastically: "These three tribes think too highly of themselves."
"Little saint, the population of the three tribes is no less than that of the royal family. Now the three tribes are working hard to strengthen themselves. I heard that the population and soldiers have surpassed the royal family." Zhong Hua said while respectfully handing over the intelligence report. .
Zhao Ping opened the intelligence report and read it carefully, with a faint smile on his face.
He thought for a while and couldn't help but say: "These three ghost masters are very ambitious."
"It's true that the ambition is not small. If the three ghost masters weren't roughly as strong as they were, the royal family might have been replaced by them." Zhong Hua broke an even bigger news.
Zhao Ping was a little puzzled: "These three tribes are strengthening themselves, doesn't the royal family notice?"
"Of course the royal family is aware of it, but the royal family also has its own unspeakable secrets." Zhong Hua put forward his own thoughts.
Zhao Ping put down the teacup and looked at Zhonghua with burning eyes: "Is the royal family so stupid? Are they just watching three tribes surpass themselves?"
"The royal family is overstretched and underpowered. It involves too much."
"We had to consider not only taking care of the small tribes, but also dealing with the relationship with Dali and the Song Dynasty. In these directions, Dali's manpower, material and financial resources were consumed."
"The three tribes have no scruples in these aspects and no expenditures in these aspects."
"Now, it has been surpassed by three tribes."
Zhonghua smiled bitterly and listed them one by one.
Zhao Ping nodded, with a smile on his lips: "I understand, the royal family is the eldest brother, and these ghost masters are the younger brothers. We enjoy the good things together, and the eldest brother bears the bad things alone."
"So it's hard to be the eldest brother." Zhong Hua shook his head and smiled bitterly, "These tribes are not like the Song Dynasty. They have to pay taxes. They all belong to themselves."
"The royal family cannot collect taxes from them, and has to bear a lot of obligations of the kingdom. In the long run, it is not so sudden that the royal family is surpassed by them."
"I used to think that every family has its own sutras that are difficult to recite, but now it seems that every country has its own sutras that are difficult to recite." Zhao Ping shook his head and looked at the palace with a deep look.
"Now it seems that the Song Dynasty has much more centralized governance methods." Zhong Hua thought for a while and sighed, "It seems that the lower body is obeying the instructions like his own arms."
"Actually, Dali also wanted to govern like the Song Dynasty, but unfortunately they couldn't realize it." Zhao Ping blew the tea leaves, took a sip of tea, and said lightly.
When Zhonghua heard this, his eyes almost fell out of his sockets: "Little saint, Dali also tried this."
"Why was Ziqi State established? It was the result of Dali's attempt to unify." Zhao Ping continued with a joking smile,
"It's a pity that the Gao family was full of ambition but not strong enough. Instead of unifying the Ziqi Kingdom, they allowed the Ziqi Kingdom to break away from Dali and form its own country."
"From then on, Dali gave up on the idea of unification."
"What a pity. With such an opportunity, the Song Dynasty had long been unified, but Dali was not unified." Zhong Hua couldn't help sighing.
A smile appeared on Zhao Ping's lips: "Dali was not truly unified, which was a good thing for the Song Dynasty. After Nan Zhao was unified, he took the opportunity to attack the former Tang Dynasty."
"I'm sorry, please forgive me, little saint." Zhong Hua felt a little embarrassed.
"Thinking about it from different angles is different." Zhao Ping smiled lightly, and then asked, "Will the three ghost masters still come to the palace?"
"Of course I still have to come, but I usually come last." Zhonghua sighed with a wry smile on his face.
Zhao Ping sighed heavily and shook his head: "The branches are strong but the trunk is weak. This is not a good thing."
"Little saint, is there something you should say or not?" Zhonghua asked cautiously.
Zhao Ping said calmly: "Whatever it is, you might as well tell it directly."
"Little Saint, I wonder if you can see it?" Zhong Hua opened the map, pointed at the locations of the three tribes, and looked at Zhao Ping and asked.
Zhao Ping took a closer look and couldn't help but gasped: "The tribes of the three largest ghost owners actually surrounded the royal family."
"That's right, these three ghost masters occupy the east, west and south respectively." Zhonghua also exclaimed.
Zhao Ping pointed to the north and said with lingering fear: "Without the living eye of the north, the royal family would be like a dead end in Go."
"So, little saint, we are coming from the north, are we here to break this deadlock?" Zhong Hua's old face smiled like a chrysanthemum, with a very flattering expression and an extremely respectful attitude.
Zhao Ping drank tea and looked at the map, with a faint smile on his face and no comment.
Finally, on the last and tenth day, Arroyo set off.
Of course, Arroyo was not alone. He also brought a thousand troops with him.
The captain is Ah Shan, a tall and stout man with dark skin, about thirty years old.
Although he has a beard, he doesn't have much hair on his head and is almost bald.
Although his face is thin, his muscles are extremely developed and he looks powerful.
Arroyo is almost the opposite of Ashan, with a fatter face, thick hair, but not much beard.
Arroyo was wearing a brocade robe and looked a bit like a Han Chinese, probably in his early forties.
Ah Shan was riding a tall maroon horse, right next to Arroyo who was riding a tall black horse.
He looked complimentary and asked puzzledly: "Great Ghost Lord, why don't you overthrow the royal family and make you the king?"
"Although our strength has surpassed that of the royal family, we are not the only one." Arroyo shook his head, and he still had some sense in this regard.
Ah Shan had a look of pity on his face, and he looked up to the sky and sighed: "Great Ghost Lord, in the past, we were not as strong as the royal family, but we could barely tolerate this. But now that we have surpassed the royal family, why should we act based on other people's looks?"
"If only our family is stronger than the royal family, I have this idea." Arroyo shook his head and said with great regret, "But if I do this, how can the other two big ghost owners be convinced?"
"Great Ghost Lord, you went to the royal family again today. Are you going to be angry again?" Ah Shan looked at Arroyo and couldn't help but said, "Great Ghost Lord, instead of going to the royal family to be angry, it would be better to be at ease in your own tribe. How comfortable it is. ?”
Arroyo still shook his head: "I would like to live freely in my own tribe, but the king said that the barbarians invaded Dali and went out to discuss sending troops. The king is occupying a righteous cause and has to go."
"Great Ghost Master, are you so willing to let Yeng Ju drink and shout like this?" Ah Shan simply called the king by his first name and asked tentatively.
Arroyo did not refute his disrespect for the king, but sighed: "I heard that the barbarians are very powerful and are sweeping across the north. This time it is a matter of life and death for the tribe. Although I am not willing to do so, I have to go."
After saying that, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"Great Ghost Lord, I will finally find a way that will not only make you lose face, but also improve your prestige." Ashan thought for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up, he patted his head and asked.
Arroyo licked her dry lips, swallowed hard, and couldn't believe her ears: "Zifeng, what can you do? Tell me."
"Great Ghost Lord, I want to challenge the generals in the palace, you won't stop me, right?" Ashan asked tentatively.
Arroyo looked at Ah Shan with burning eyes and asked with a frown: "Zifeng, are you sure you can win?"
He knew that Ah Shan wanted to humiliate the royal family, but he was worried that instead of humiliating the other party, he would be humiliated by the other party.
"Master Ghost, don't worry about this. The last general has fought against the four generals of the royal family in private. They are no match for me in a single fight." Ah Shan said decisively, waving the Xuanhua ax in his hand fiercely.
A faint smile appeared on Arroyo's face, "Okay, let me take a breath of bad breath."
