After sending Immortal Jin Ting away, King Tong Hui looked at his shadow riding a dragon away, frowned slightly and said, "You are really cautious."
He was already somewhat aware of this kind of caution, and when he tried it again today, he still avoided it.
"That's all. If such extraordinary people can be easily used for their own purposes, they won't be considered extraordinary."
King Tong Hui barely suppressed the greed in his heart, and the light in his eyes kept flashing, and he murmured to himself: "But there is no chance. As long as you ask for something, there will definitely be flaws."
In fact, Jinting Immortal has been dragged into the water by them and has to do things for them, but King Tonghui obviously wants more than just dragging him into the water, let alone paying someone to do things in such a polite way.
Whatever King Tonghui had in mind, Immortal Jinting could figure it out with his toes, but the more he thought about it, the less he could succeed.
Immortal Jin Ting was aware of King Tong Hui's appreciation for him. This appreciation was like overcoming a difficult problem and meeting a chess player of equal ability.
King Tonghui knows the Great Immortal Jinting very well, and the Great Immortal Jinting also knows King Tonghui very well.
Fate Tong never relaxed his spying on him, and Jinting Daxian's defense was always watertight. The confrontation between them never stops, this confrontation is not about supernatural power, but spiritually.
King Tonghui practices fate knowledge and can observe the past and future and see through fate. He likes to fiddle with other people's fates and guide them into the fate he has arranged.
But the fate of the Great Immortal of Jinting always works sometimes. Occasionally, a part of it can be seen, but more is covered up. The more I can't see through it, the more I want to see through it, and the more interested I am in Jinting Immortal.
Immortal Jin Ting didn't know it at first, but after the secret confrontation for a long time, he visited King Tong Hui several times and secretly spied on the rampant gods under his command, and gradually felt it.
There is no evidence, but Jinting Daxian doesn't care about evidence either.
The New Year is coming.
Even the Shenjing Palace was filled with New Year's celebrations.
The peach charms on the golden palace were replaced with new ones, and the inside and outside were cleaned by the little Taoist priests, without being stained by any dust.
Immortal Jin Ting watched them busy, and he felt a sense of longing in his heart.
I don’t know what happened to this year’s Tianhu Academy exam. I don’t know if the vixens in his Fox Academy did well in the exam. I don’t know if Fatty Kang’s restaurant is still open. I don’t know if he and Xiangjun have reached the sixth level.
It's a pity that Jinting Immortal can only celebrate the New Year in Shenjing Palace, and Gong Mengbi can't show up, so all his worries can only be kept in his heart.
The Great Immortal of Jinting is alone, with only a black dragon of unknown age following him as an eyesore, but the family can be reunited in Fangfang Mountain, and the young and old can gather together and have fun.
Just thinking about it made Daxian feel unhappy, and this unhappiness accumulated until the New Year.
On the first day of the Great Festival in Gusu City, the gods of heaven and earth were sacrificed, and the city emperor Long Zun was sacrificed.
Immortal Jinting went to Gusu City to watch the fun, and Dragon Master Liji did not show up again, but all the gods who responded to the Qianfeng's decree came to support him and share the spirit of this sacrifice.
The city was filled with joy, every house was decorated with lanterns and colors, and King Wu and the people were enjoying themselves.
The cold wind outside the city is biting, the refugees have no food and clothing, and they are stealing people's souls.
Immortal Jin Ting became increasingly unhappy.
Fortunately, an invitation was delivered to Shenjing Palace, and the person who came to deliver the letter was Bai Xianglong.
Immortal Jinting asked: "You are now under the command of King Tonghui of Fangfangshan Mountain. I hope you will be reused."
When Bai Xianglong saw the Great Immortal of Jinting, he bowed respectfully and said, "Thank you very much for your advice. If it wasn't for the Immortal's sake, how could King Tonghui like me?"
Immortal Jinting laughed and said, "It's rare that you still remember our friendship."
Bai Xianglong said: "I dare not forget."
But what he said was obviously different from what he was thinking, and he didn't notice that his eyes seemed to be burning.
Immortal Jinting opened the letter. The letter contained an invitation from King Tonghui, asking him to go to Gusu to listen to a play at the Qingyin Garden of Prince Wu's Mansion.
It is said that they are a new opera troupe who specializes in singing ghost and god operas. They are quite capable and novel, so they invite the Jinting Immortal to come.
"Listen to the opera?" Immortal Jinting closed the letter.
Bai Xianglong replied: "Exactly."
Immortal Jinting asked: "Who are there?"
Bai Xianglong said: "This troupe was personally invited by King Wu to sing for various ghosts and gods. They have been singing for three days. I guess there are some ghosts and gods from all walks of life."
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As long as it was not a stage specially set up for Jinting Immortal, Jinting Immortal did not shy away from it and said: "Excuse me, please report back to King Tonghui. I'll see you in Gusu tomorrow."
Bai Xianglong said: "Great Immortal, King Tonghui has prepared carriages and horses for you and will come to pick you up tomorrow."
Immortal Jinting waved his hand and said: "No need, I will set off by myself. See you at the Wutong Temple in the city tomorrow."
Naturally, Bai Xianglong didn't dare to force it, so he agreed and left the Shenjing Palace.
From beginning to end, he didn't realize that all kinds of thoughts were surging in his heart, and there was a fox-like flame hidden in the ups and downs of his desires. I just feel that the Great Immortal Jin Ting is so majestic, and I feel some resentment towards him, some flattery towards him, and more importantly, my eager hope to transform into a dragon.
The Great Immortal of Jinting laughed silently, and the inner fire refined with fifty thousand incense and desires became more and more secret and easy to use.
Immortal Jinting did nothing, but Bai Xianglong's own desires were ups and downs, burning up his heart. Immortal Jin Ting didn't have to do anything to turn his heart upside down.
The next day, Jinting Immortal took the thunder collector to Gusu.
They swaggered in through the main gate, and the ghosts and gods guarding the gate couldn't see them, and the demon mirror on the city gate didn't react.
The quality of this demon mirror is not high enough, even the black dragon himself can't take a photo, let alone those powerful characters. Even if they are not powerful characters, there are many ghosts and gods sneaking into the city. Snakes have their own ways, rats have their own ways, and each has its own way.
Stopping in front of the Wutong Temple of the tall pagoda in the city, you can see the five seventh-grade gods in the temple prostrating themselves on the ground, and a ghost god in black standing in the temple looking around.
There is a sedan chair outside the Wutong Temple, and the rampant gods carrying the sedan chair are all of the sixth grade.
The Great Immortal Jin Ting laughed and called out: "King Tong Hui."
King Tonghui turned around and saw the Jinting Immortal. A smile appeared on his face and he said, "The Immortal is here."
King Tonghui walked out of the Wutong Temple, and five rampant gods knelt on the ground and crawled to send him out.
Immortal Jin Ting didn't look at them too much. He was focused on dealing with King Tong Hui and said, "Why does the King have the leisure to invite me to the theater today?"
King Tonghui signaled Jinting Immortal to enter the sedan chair, and he followed. The sedan swung and swung, four sixth-grade rampant gods carried the sedan, one rampant god led the way, and the thunder collector followed behind.
King Tonghui said: "The old lady likes to listen to the opera. I and several brothers will serve each other for a day. Today is my turn. The old lady said the opera was good, and the brothers also said it was good. I am thinking of you. Please Let’s watch together.”
