Xijing Kingdom is located in the west of the Four Kingdoms. The northwest has magnificent desert scenery. It is not as beautiful as the other three kingdoms, and green mountains are extremely rare.
However, there is a green mountain located in the north of the northwest, which looks extremely abrupt in the desert. The mountain has dense vegetation and is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, so it is called "Fairy Mountain" by the people of Xijing.
In the early years, the nearby people saw that this mountain was beautiful and there were many valuable medicinal materials and rare animals, so they made an appointment to climb the mountain. However, as soon as they arrived at the foot of the mountain, they were overwhelmed by the heavy clouds and fog, making it difficult to see where they were going. The herbal beast has no choice but to give up. Later, a few people groped their way up a section of the mountain in the thick fog, but for some reason they suddenly became confused. When they woke up, they found themselves back at the foot of the mountain.
Since then, there have been legends that the patron saint of West Jing lives on the mountain.
As time went by, no one dared to climb the mountain anymore. People thought that the immortals on the mountain did not like outside interference, so they set up a confusing barrier. Therefore, the nearby people gradually moved away from the immortal mountain, fearing that they would be disrespectful to the immortals and disturb the immortals' spiritual cultivation.
And on the top of this misty mountain, you can see it through the layers of clouds. Surrounded by the surging sea of clouds, there stands a majestic palace, with auspicious light and mist, just like a heavenly palace.
The entrance is a mountain gate made of four large carved stone pillars. After years of baptism, the characters on the mountain gate have become blurred and cannot be recognized, and only the word "门" can be faintly seen.
Walking into the mountain gate, you will see the ground paved with white jade. A large lotus pond is cut under the jade steps. The pond is filled with five extremely rare lotus flowers. The scene is magnificent and breathtaking.
There are two roads on both sides of the lotus pond leading to the hundred-step long steps at the back. On the cloud ladders, magnificent palaces stand tall and majestic. The red pillars appear majestic under the light and shadow. Inlaid with a huge pearl, it is shining brightly.
The ancient trees around the palace are towering and their branches are entwined, facing the lotus pond under the stairs. On the plaque of the majestic main door, there are three golden characters - Wuxiang Palace - written in a slithering way.
At this time, in the hall, a waiter carrying a saucer had just finished serving tea and was slowly exiting the door with his head bowed.
In the main hall, only two men were left sitting.
"Why did your Majesty come here this time?"
The person who spoke was a man in purple clothes. His entire face was hidden under a white fox mask, making it difficult to distinguish the outline of his facial features. Only a pair of beautiful fox eyes were exposed. His eye color was a rare light brown, like cold stars in a foggy night. His eyes were like a hawk, with a sharp light and an imperceptible cruelty.
There was another man in brocade robes, who looked about forty years old, with an angry expression on his brows and a sense of nobility all over his body. This man was Emperor Lin'an, the king of West Jing Kingdom.
"I came here this time to discuss something important with your Majesty. Can the envoy inform me?" Emperor Lin'an bowed his head slightly to the man in purple, and actually used the word "I" to refer to himself, appearing very respectful in his words and deeds.
"Your Majesty has been in seclusion for several months. I'm afraid I don't have time to see you at this time." The purple-clothed messenger's attitude was very cold. Although he still used the word "you" in his mouth, there was no awe in his eyes, and there seemed to be a hint of contempt. It flashed by.
"Your Majesty is in seclusion again?" Emperor Lin'an frowned when he heard this. I don't know whether it was because of the envoy's attitude or because he was in vain, but there was a faint hint of dissatisfaction on his face, " Every time I travel long distances here, I see Your Majesty only a few times."
The messenger glanced at him coldly, "Your Majesty, what you said is wrong. Have you forgotten why Your Majesty has been in seclusion all the year round? Who suffered the injury that Your Majesty suffered more than twenty years ago?"
Emperor Lin'an paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "What the envoy said is that I made a mistake in a moment of impatience." When he lowered his eyes, a gloomy cold light quickly passed through his eyes, but in the blink of an eye, his face was already gone. Putting on a respectful smile, he asked again, "Haven't five hundred boys and girls been sent one after another to heal Your Majesty's wounds? Your Majesty has not recovered yet?"
"Five hundred? Ha..." the envoy raised his lips with a sneer, "At the beginning, Your Majesty promised to send the blood of 999 boys and girls to heal His Majesty's wounds, but after so many years, Your Majesty, Just bring this little bit." His body suddenly leaned forward, a pair of sharp eyes staring straight at Emperor Lin'an, with an undisguised evil look in his eyes, which made people instantly feel horrified, "Your Majesty Are you thinking about how to kill the donkey?"
Emperor Lin'an's smile froze at the corner of his lips for an instant, and his face turned blue and white. He squinted his eyes, and there was a barely visible murderous intent in his eyes. He softened his expression in an instant and said to him: "Why is the envoy here? You say? I have absolutely no doubts about your Majesty. All the boys and girls that can be captured in Xijing have been sent here. If the rest are captured again, West Jing will be in chaos. No matter what, we must leave some rearguard for Xi Jing. ?”
"Leave a queen to Xi Jing? If His Majesty had thought so more than twenty years ago, Your Majesty would not have been injured." The messenger said mockingly, and in Emperor Lin'an's obviously cold eyes, he turned to smile, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty has never said that you won’t be allowed to stay in Xi Jing, but why doesn’t Your Majesty go to the other three countries to capture some and send them to you?”
"The situation between the four countries is so delicate. How easy is it to start from other countries?" Emperor Lin'an's voice was obviously colder.
"Isn't this the purpose of helping you establish the Blood-clothed Pavilion? But you regard the Blood-clothed Pavilion as your own cash cow and start selling people's heads. Does your Majesty know what it means to commit suicide?"
After he finished speaking, he waved his sleeves, and the tea table in front of him and the tea bowl placed on it instantly turned into powder and floated in the air.
Emperor Lin'an was so horrified that he unconsciously clutched his robe with both hands, and a chill instantly shot up his back.
Although I saw Your Majesty take action more than twenty years ago, the child in front of me who was not yet a year old at the time was actually so advanced today. This Wuxiang Sect, which is full of weirdness everywhere, is indeed something that ordinary people cannot contend with. It is so mysterious that he has not been able to understand it for more than twenty years. It's so amazing, it seems to have a mysterious power that can double the power of the people in the door.
At this time, the messenger's eyes were as sinister and terrifying as those of poisonous snakes, but with a faint smile, he stared at Emperor Lin'an's face that was vaguely green and gray, and said word by word: "It is like this, and so is the Blood Clothes Pavilion, and Your Majesty, you are a Smart people should know that only by listening to your Majesty’s words can you stay safe forever.”
Emperor Lin'an was shocked. His previous anger had long since dissipated. He quickly lowered his eyebrows and nodded: "Yes. I understand. I will find a way to send more boys and girls here."
"That's very good." The messenger nodded with satisfaction and suddenly asked, "Is there any news about the score of the Seven Kills?"
"There is no news yet, but I have sent extra manpower to look for it." Emperor Lin'an secretly suppressed his breathing to prevent himself from showing any emotion.
The envoy's sharp eyes stayed on Emperor Lin'an's face for a moment, then slowly moved away, "Your Majesty has been waiting for so many years, and finally waited until it reappeared in the world. Your Majesty, please don't let Your Majesty down."
"Yes. But the current situation in Nanling..." He looked at the envoy hesitantly, "With the current situation in Nanling, if we don't take action, I'm afraid someone will get there first."
Now that all the spies he planted in Nanling have been destroyed, if he can get help from the Wuxiang Sect, new opportunities will surely arise. With the ability of the Wuxiang Sect, he can seize the throne of West Jing for him more than twenty years ago. Nanling Of course it doesn't matter, this is the purpose of his coming here.
The messenger pinched the remaining powder on his fingertips and smiled, "It's just a Nanling. Give it to anyone who wants it. Now your top priority should be to find all the Qisha music scores and send them to Your Majesty. From now on, let alone a Nanling, even if you want to unify the four kingdoms, your Majesty can satisfy you."
Emperor Lin'an nodded solemnly and said, "I understand."
