Wang Zijia didn't collect them all. After all, he couldn't cheat. Let alone those with incomplete or fake spiritual roots. Low-grade and medium-grade spiritual roots were of little use to his layout.
He does not seek for the present, but for future generations, and must follow the route of elite soldiers.
Only those with high-grade spiritual roots and above will be taken away by him. The low-grade and medium-grade items will be recorded so that the people he trains can come and collect them when needed for development.
"Immortal, it's the immortal who comes to the rescue!"
"The Sword Immortal has arrived!"
"Thank you to the compassionate immortal for saving my family."
"Why are you here just now!!! Mom, Dad!!!"
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As one person was rescued, the life in the dead city began to resume.
Fortunately there is;
There is such a thing as kneeling in gratitude;
There are also shrill roars.
Wang Zijia waited calmly. He was just doing it casually. Killing ghosts and investigating the reincarnations of evil insects were the core goals.
It took most of the day to initially resolve the situation and restore the organizational structure. A paper man was left to guard the place, and Li Lan was notified to send someone to take over the aftermath.
Wang Zijia left quietly and headed to the next town.
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In this way, Wang Zijia continued to go to disaster-stricken cities one after another, cleaning out ghosts, collecting silver light, planting demonic beings, and investigating the reincarnations of evil insects.
And the name of Shenghong Sword Immortal also began to be heard throughout Changbao.
From the severely affected areas, it gradually spread to other cities and even inland.
Time passed unconsciously during Wang Zijia's rescue.
The reputation of Wang Zijia's Shenghong Sword Immortal is getting louder and louder, and it is at the peak of its power in Changbao.
Gradually, wherever Wang Zijia goes, he becomes a pilgrim.
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There is a book "The Legend of Shenghong Sword Immortal" that says:
In the 112th year of the Immortal Death of the Old Calendar, a young dragon was born in Daqian. He was tired of the intrigues and intrigues in the deep palace.
Frustrated by the struggle for the throne in Kowloon, he fled to the border.
In the same year, he encountered a tide of beasts, saw the strange realm, and obtained the ancient inheritance.
However, a strange realm will arise, and all people will be in dire straits.
The sword immortal uses a shocking secret method to cut off life and become a divine king in an instant.
On the day when the five swords flew into the sky, the sword energy penetrated the rainbow and illuminated the world.
Like a ray of hope, burning itself to light up the darkness in the world.
One man has five swords, traveling all over Changbao, killing demons and preaching to all living beings.
Hair gradually turns white, people gradually pass away, names gradually arise, and Tao remains forever.
One person's life is sacrificed in exchange for the livelihood of thousands of people.
He is a true immortal in this world!
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Time flies, and March is in a hurry.
On this day, Wang Zijia was doing his usual rescue.
Suddenly, Wang Zijia, who was floating above the city, suddenly opened his eyes.
I saw a dragon boat building that was more than ten feet tall on the horizon, coming in the form of a rainbow with extraordinary momentum.
The big word "gan" on it flutters in the wind, and a vivid golden dragon hovers around the word "gan".
'Golden Dragon Flag, dragon boat boat trip? A member of the clan? '
When Wang Zijia frowned, the building boat had arrived not far from Wang Zijia and hovered.
Immediately afterwards, a young man with four maids and an old servant floated down and stopped in front of Wang Zijia.
The young man was about the same height as Wang Zijia, and his body shape was much stronger than that of Wang Zijia. His face was a little rough, but not ugly.
On the contrary, he has some masculine beauty, and his face is not old, but because of his appearance and face shape, he looks a bit mature.
Of course, even Wang Zijia has deliberately lowered her appearance a little in the past few months. There is a slight difference between Li Shenghong's appearance and his real body, and this person cannot even catch up with him.
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The moment Wang Zijia looked at the other person, information about the other person emerged automatically.
Li Shenghui, the fifth son who took over the throne, and the fifth contemporary prince.
Different from Li Shenghong's previous wine-sacrifice cultivation, this person has the cultivation of the later stage of a real person. He is the second in this generation of Kowloon's heirs. He has received key training from the clan and is considered one of the winners.
In fact, the reason for such a huge difference is not talent, but time.
Daqian Jiulong wins the throne once every three hundred years, and the number of participants each time is limited to one hundred years old, and the nine geniuses selected by the clan.
In other words, the same nine people may be in their twenties like Li Shenghong, or in their eighties like Li Shenghui, or even close to a hundred years old.
At such an age, although he will not become a god!
But the gap of fifty or sixty years should not be too big with the full support of royal resources.
Seems very unfair?
However, there is no fairness in the world. If you are not satisfied, you don’t have to participate. If you don’t see more princes, don’t you even have a chance?
Not to mention him as the ninth child, in fact, starting from the seventh child, he was destined not to be strong but to be inferior.
It was almost an agreement that the next three were competing to win the throne.
Don't ask for longevity, just ask for the palm of the dragon's veins, reach the sky in one step, enjoy the luxury of three hundred years on earth, and ascend to the ninth-five-year-old master, which is comparable to overcoming tribulations and overhauling, or even comparable to earthly immortals!
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At this moment, neither of them spoke. While Wang Zijia was sizing up each other, the other party was also sizing up Wang Zijia.
"I've met Fifth Brother!" After a while, Wang Zijiacai said indifferently, with an indifferent expression and a calm tone, as if he was following a procedure.
Li Shenghui looked at Wang Zijia with complicated eyes for a long time, and then said quietly: "I didn't expect that the ninth brother actually found another way to attract the attention of the clan again in a unique way."
Listening to his tone, Wang Zijia frowned slightly and did not answer.
"Let's go!" Seeing this, Li Shenghui said something nice to the prince and turned around to get on the boat.
"Where are you going?" Wang Zijia did not move, but frowned knowingly.
"Ha! Ninth brother, there is no need to pretend between us brothers. You came to the Changbao border, and in just over four months, you made such a noise."
"He is the sword immortal who pacified the tide of beasts, blocked the realm of treachery, and saved all the people. Li Shenghong, the sword immortal of Shenghong, and Young Dragon, the banished immortal of Dagan, are so famous! My brothers and I are like thunder in Kyoto every day."
"You have worked so hard to make such a fuss, isn't it just to return to the clan and be valued again? Why, now that you are here, you still want to pretend to be the Shenghong Sword Immortal and deceive the world to save people in need?"
Probably because of Wang Zijia's fame, he felt that Wang Zijia did not follow the rules and would use public opinion to stir up trouble when he lost. Li Shenghui's words were full of ridicule.
Wang Zijia's brows furrowed even more tightly, revealing the divine king's power.
Li Shenghui and the maids behind him swayed, and an old man behind him stepped in front of him, and his aura protected Li Shenghui and the others.
"Your Ninth Highness, Your Fifth Highness is here to invite you to return to your clan. I'm sorry if you don't appreciate it. Doing so seems to be a bit out of bounds?" The old man saluted Wang Zijia after revealing his peak cultivation as the Infant God.
"Why, Ninth Brother thinks he is strong enough and wants to regain his position and humiliate me?" Li Shenghui was not afraid of this and looked at Wang Zijia and still mocked.
Obviously, he wanted Wang Zijia to take action rather than such a painless deterrent.
Wang Zijia shook his head and said: "No matter what you think or what the clan thinks, I will not return to the clan. If you are fine, you can leave. Don't disturb me to save people."
Wang Zijia's faint words made the old man and Li Shenghui stunned for a moment.
"You..." After a while, he came to his senses and said, "You said you don't want to go back?"
Wang Zijia glanced at him indifferently and said, "After I left Beijing, I never thought about going back!"
"Haha, it's a joke. If you don't want to go back, why are you making such a fuss? Why are you trying to imitate those great Confucian scholars, fishing for fame, deceiving the world and stealing fame?" Li Shenghui still didn't have a good look on his face.
Wang Zijia glanced at him lightly and said: "I do this because I am a human being. I am the ninth prince of Daqian, so I should do this. Reputation? That is just spread by the people below and has nothing to do with me. I never did anything on purpose."
Li Shenghui completely put away his arrogant attitude, frowned, and looked hesitantly at the old man beside him.
The old man looked at Wang Zijia and then said: "Your Highness Ninth Prince should come back with us. We came here under the order of the elder of the clan. Even if His Highness Ninth Prince has resentment in his heart, he should go back."
"Oh, so what if you don't want to?" As the prince spoke, he deliberately brushed the white hair on his forehead. Now his entire bangs area was all silver.
"Even if the old clan comes, I still won't go back, and I'm not afraid to tell you. I don't even know how many days I have left to live."
"Or do you really think that I am some kind of genius? I have been hiding for more than 20 years without showing my true identity, and only then broke out after I ran away. I have developed this kind of god-king status step by step?"
"Is there something wrong with my brain or am I still awake?"
The two of them had actually seen Wang Zijia's white hair for a long time, but when they heard Wang Zijia's words, their colors changed.
"Your Majesty Ninth Prince means that His Highness's real life is short?" the old man said solemnly.
"Huh? I don't have long to live, but you really praise me. Let alone three to five years, I don't know which one will come first, tomorrow or the death anniversary." Wang Zijia replied like this.
"You..." Li Shenghui was speechless for a while after hearing this, and his face gradually became complicated.
After all, he thought that Wang Zijia's actions in the past few months were just that he was unwilling to lose, was still making trouble, and found another way.
He is a standard old cunt!
Who wants it? Does the other person really want to become a saint? !
"Why, fifth brother, shouldn't you be happy?" Wang Zijia used Li Shenghui's previous attitude and mocked.
This time Li Shenghui remained silent.
The old man said at this time: "Under such circumstances, it is even more time for Your Highness to come back with us. There are always ways to extend life in the clan."
"Oh, as long as I don't want to be a useless person, even the Earth Immortal can't help me. Or is it that the clan has changed its temper and is willing to pay a huge price to extend the life of a useless person?" Wang Zijia said sarcastically.
Hearing this, the old man also frowned and did not reply.
The royal family is the least affectionate and most realistic place.
There are some things that you know the answer to without even thinking about it. Isn't it the best performance for them to come out to take the young dragon back to Beijing?
If it's a useless dragon, who will take care of it?
"If there is nothing else, I will continue to work on my business. Please go back, both of you. If the clan really needs free time, instead of focusing on me as a cripple, it is better to pay more attention to this Changbao and send a few more gods to support him. .”
After Wang Zijia finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to the old man and his entourage, but looked at Li Shengshi, who noticed the movement, flew up and stopped next to Wang Zijia.
He originally organized and managed the city below to maintain order. During this period, Wang Zijia was deliberately cultivating his management skills, so he has been participating in disaster relief management.
At this moment, the other party had obviously heard all Wang Zijia's words, and was looking at Wang Zijia with concern and worry.
"Is the next step done?" Wang Zijia said expressionlessly.
"Brother Ninth, it's done!" Li Shengshi finally came back to his senses and replied.
"Do you want to go back to Beijing? If you want, come with them!" Wang Zijia said calmly.
"No!" Before Li Shengshi could speak, the words of the little milk turtle came from his pocket.
Li Shengshi patted his pocket to reassure himself and said, "Xiao Shiqi should follow Brother Ninth to provide disaster relief. What are you going to do when you return to Beijing? Are you going to be a rice bug?"
"Let's go then!"
After saying that, he ignored Li Shenghui and his entourage and left directly with Li Shengshi and others.
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"I once dreamed of traveling to the end of the world with my sword"
"Look at the prosperity of the world"
"The young mind is always a little frivolous"
"Now you are at home all over the world"
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As Wang Zijia left, Wang Zijia's song, which was a bit chic, a bit carefree, and had a rather weird melody, came from the horizon.
It floats for a long time, half ringing without stopping.
There was a moment of silence.
Watching Wang Zijia disappear, Li Shenghui stood in the sky for a long time, and then said after a while: "Uncle Chen, what do you think Ninth Brother is doing for doing this?"
The old man was also a little silent, and then said after a while: "Ask for it, great scholar!"
"Asking for a name? A posthumous name? Is Lao Jiu really... hopeless?" Li Shenghui said in surprise.
The old man shook his head and said: "I don't know yet. With His Highness Ninth Prince's current cultivation level, even if I try my best to do it, I may not be able to see clearly the details, let alone the general view that won't alarm him."
Li Shenghui was silent for a moment again, then turned around and flew towards the building ship, saying: "In that case, let's go back to Beijing for business! Don't worry about a resurgence, it's always good news!"
Hearing this, the old man didn't say much. He just glanced at Wang Zijia who disappeared on the horizon, and then looked at the living city below.
He remained silent and followed silently.
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On the other side, Wang Zijia and his people had already left the city.
"Brother Ninth, is it impossible to be cured?" After leaving the city, Li Shengshi next to him said with a worried face.
Wang Zijia looked at him and smiled brightly, without replying.
Li Shengshi burst into tears suddenly, without making any sound, but his tears kept flowing like a kite with a broken string.
The little milk turtle seemed to know something, and silently got out of Li Shengshi's pocket, got back into Wang Zijia's pocket, and curled up in Wang Zijia's arms, like a wounded little beast that was about to be abandoned again.
"It's been a long time since I had barbecue, let's have barbecue!" In silence, Wang Zijia suddenly floated down to a forest stream and said with a bright smile on his face.
The sun shone on his face, giving it a faint glow.
Clear, clean, sunny, free and easy, it is so reassuring and unforgettable. It's that striking streak of white hair that makes people anxious.
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ps: I should have finished the exam today. Congratulations to you all for your bright future and your dreams coming true!
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