And just when Chen Qingxiang was immersed in the never-satisfying life of a city owner, he couldn't extricate himself.
It is the time to communicate with the guardian spirit elephant totem that day.
From the totem, a message came.
It was clarified when Chen Weiyao, the leader of the Chen clan in Qinghe, his predecessor great-grandfather, his predecessor's grandfather, Qinghe scholar-bureaucrat Chen Weiyao, would inspect Huangshi Xiaoyi.
And this time is just three days later.
On that day, Chen Weiyao, a scholar-bureaucrat from Qinghe, will arrive and inspect the entire Huangshi town.
So after receiving the news, under the guidance of Chen Fang, the little witch guard of Huangshi, Chen Qingxiang began to make arrangements in advance.
In fact, it's nothing. The main thing is to greet them ten miles away from Xiaoyi in advance when the Yin hour has just passed and the Mao hour has just arrived.
As well as arranging people, restraining slaves, cleaning up the entire Huangshi Xiaoyi, and showing a positive image of Huangshi Xiaoyi.
That's enough.
Of course, other various accommodations, food, and just in case, all need to be prepared.
But those are just minor details.
Moreover, he went out ten miles from Xiaoyi to greet him at Maoshi, mainly to block the mouths of some people in the Chen clan.
Otherwise, even if Chen Qingxiang was completely unprepared for the situation that Chen Qingxiang was completely unprepared for, the leader of the Chen clan in Qinghe and his predecessor, great-grandfather, would at most just laugh it off.
…
It's just that although he is the head of the Chen clan in Qinghe, he is also a scholar-bureaucrat of Qinghe in Xuanxiang Fang Kingdom.
However, there are also constraints within the Qinghe Chen clan, and they cannot truly cover the sky with one hand and use Fuwei for their own use.
…
Three days passed in a blink of an eye.
The sky was hazy.
When Mao Shi arrived, Huangshi Xiaoyi was ten miles away.
Wearing a spiritual elephant bronze crown.
Chen Qingxiang, the lord of Huangshi Xiaoyi, dressed in the attire of the lord.
Leading seventy Huangshi warriors to welcome the coming Xuanxiang Fang Kingdom, the leader of the Chen clan in Qinghe and the Qinghe scholar-bureaucrat, Chen Weiyao.
But after about half a quarter of an hour.
The sound of galloping horses sounded.
Three war horses came at great speed.
It is headed by a middle-aged man in the evil realm who exudes the pressure of the evil realm.
He was supplemented by two mortal warriors.
The three cavalry came directly to Chen Qingxiang's first group of Huangshi warriors.
And he saw a middle-aged man in a dangerous situation among the three knights.
Chen Qingxiang immediately recognized him and dismounted directly.
Saluted him.
"Xiang, meet the elder of the Ziming clan."
The middle-aged elder Chen Ziming looked at Chen Qingxiang carefully.
The pressure of a dangerous situation surged towards Chen Qingxiang.
Facing this scene, Chen Qingxiang, who had already mastered the third level of Spiritual Elephant Breathing Skill.
Directly use his current body, which is comparable to the strong energy and blood of the late mortal realm, to resist the pressure of this dangerous realm.
After a few breaths, it looked like Chen Qingxiang was well able to withstand the pressure of his own dangerous situation.
The elder of the Chen Ziming clan restrained the pressure of his dangerous situation, looked at Chen Qingxiang and said with a smile.
"Qing Xiang, you have been the lord of a small city for half a year, but you have not slowed down your cultivation."
"Not bad……"
"Our countrymen should focus on cultivation."
"This is the only way to become a world-class scholar."
He looked at Chen Qingxiang with satisfaction and laughed again.
He said in a relaxed tone: "Qing Xiang, the three of us are the pathfinders for this time."
"The scholar-bureaucrat should be twenty miles away now."
"You don't need to wait long. You only need to wait for a quarter of an hour or two, and the scholar-officials will arrive."
"Elder of the clan, I'm not in a hurry!"
Hearing the words of the Chen Ziming clan elder, Chen Qingxiang was stunned and quickly responded.
"I'm so happy to wait for the scholar-bureaucrats, why can't I be impatient!"
"Elder of the clan, please don't misunderstand me."
Chen Ziming, the clan elder, heard the tone of Chen Qingxiang's words and glanced at the two riders beside him from the corner of his eye.
"I made a mistake, and Qing Xiang was upset!"
He immediately knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he made a haha and changed the subject.
"Did Qing Xiang find anything unclear about his practice in the past six months?"
Chen Qingxiang breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the elder Chen Ziming change the subject.
My predecessor used to be in Dayi, Qinghe. When I met this old man from the Chen Ziming clan, I just thought he was approachable.
What other people said was out of line and they thought it was false rumors.
But this time, Chen Qingxiang knew what it meant to be out of tune.
If I didn't respond in time just now, I might have been deceived by his unintentional words.
After being startled by the Chen Ziming clan elder, Chen Qingxiang kept an eye on him while talking to him while waiting for Gaozu's separation, and began to be cautious about his words and actions to avoid being led into a ditch by him.
…
Until two quarters of an hour later.
When the red sun rises in the east.
The sound of many galloping horses entered my ears.
Chen Qingxiang knew that the inspection team of his former great-grandfather, Qinghe scholar-bureaucrat, Chen Weiyao, had arrived.
After dozens of breaths of time.
Fifty people make a tunnel, and a hundred people make a general.
A team guarded by four generals and cavalry came into Chen Qingxiang's eyes.
The four generals and cavalry are connected with each other while running.
In the center of these four generals and cavalry, they were about ten feet above the ground.
The three totem chariots are about five feet long, three feet wide and two feet high.
Ten feet above the ground out of thin air, exuding an aura that transcends the dangerous realm, just like Chen Qingxiang's suspended air car before traveling through time, he flew easily.
On these three chariots, you can see that there is a person from the country of Jiejing on each one, leading a dozen soldiers to guard them.
Chen Qingxiang knew that the three chariots flying in the air were the Xuanxiang chariots, one of the secrets of the Xuanxiang Kingdom.
Among the entire Qinghe Chen clan, there is only one Xuanxiang chariot.
Legend has it that in the entire Xuanxiang Fang Kingdom, there are only one thousand and three thousand Xuanxiang chariots.
Chen Qingxiang also knew that this chariot was not in its true fighting form yet.
It requires at least one Yuan Realm world warrior to control and drive it in order to truly demonstrate the power of this Xuanxiang chariot.
However, with the control of people from the fierce realm, they can also resist or even defeat ordinary Yuan realm existences.
Within the entire scope of the Qinghe scholar-bureaucrat's fiefdom, being controlled by the spirit of the totem is enough to ensure that he is invincible.
He looked at the four cavalry generals and a chariot that had stopped a hundred feet away from him.
Chen Qingxiang ran directly with his feet, crossed a hundred feet distance, and came to the bottom of the three-carriage chariot.
He knelt down to salute and shouted loudly.
"Great-great-grandson Qing Xiang, pays homage to Lord Gaozu."
A six-foot-tall, middle-aged man appeared from the center of a chariot with a spiritual elephant totem flag unique to the Chen clan.
He wears a Xuanxiang jade crown on his head and a scholar-bureaucrat's fine attire, with piercing eyes and a looming pressure at the peak of his ferocious state.
But it was Chen Qingxiang, the great ancestor who was actually over a hundred years old, who ruled the entire Qinghe Chen clan, thousands of miles of territory, controlled one large town, five middle towns, twenty-five small towns, and even many wild people gathered together, small, medium, and small. Chen Weiyao, a scholar-bureaucrat from Qinghe in a humble land.
Behind Qinghe scholar-bureaucrat Chen Weiyao, on both sides, were two beautiful middle-aged women who exuded the slightest hint of menacing pressure and guarded him.
Looking at the kneeling Chen Qingxiang, the middle-aged Qinghe scholar-bureaucrat Chen Weiyao showed a smile on his face.
A clear voice sounded.
"Qing Xiang, stand up."
"Let me take a closer look at my Qilin son."
"promise……"
Hearing this, Chen Qingxiang stood up directly and stood upright.
