"Mad King? This name is inappropriate!"
Emperor Longqing frowned and flatly refused.
Although the Duke of Zhen Guo did not speak, he also frowned and did not say a word. Apparently he also thought that this name was not appropriate.
On the contrary, He Ping'an couldn't help but smile and nod when he saw Zhang San's performance at this time. The name of this mad king may be somewhat arrogant to other people, but for Zhang San, it couldn't be more suitable.
"Okay, he is indeed a lawless madman, so he is called the Mad King, which fits the bill."
He Ping'an made the final decision and recognized the name of the Mad King.
Emperor Longqing and Duke Zhenguo didn't dare to have any opinions when they saw that he had finalized the decision.
Zhang San, on the other hand, glanced at He Ping'an in surprise, thinking that the bull-nosed man sitting on the stage was deliberately targeting him and unwilling to benefit him.
Now it seems that Niubi is quite fair and does not embarrass himself in everything, and his mood suddenly feels much better.
Emperor Longqing discussed some details with Zhang San without too much embarrassment, and the two quickly settled on the remaining matters.
The so-called tribute is nothing more than sending some rare treasures to Daxuan every now and then.
And southern Xinjiang is already rich in some weird treasures, so this matter is not difficult.
On the contrary, as the emperor, Emperor Longqing had to give back a large number of treasures, so as not to lose the prestige of Daxuan.
A quarter of an hour later, both parties had finalized some major matters. As for other minor matters, they would naturally be contacted by subordinate officials from both sides after the announcement.
During the discussion, Zhang San's anger was completely eliminated.
Emperor Longqing benefited, and he was not as resistant to Zhang San's control of southern Xinjiang as before.
With the Dragon Riding Martial Saint as a guarantee, Southern Xinjiang would always be Daxuan's fiefdom. Otherwise, there would be no need for Emperor Longqing to send troops to attack, and the Dragon Riding Martial Saint would be the first to punish Zhang San.
Moreover, speaking strictly, although Daxuan ostensibly rules Southern Xinjiang, the local people in Southern Xinjiang, whether they are ordinary people or foreign races, are resistant to Daxuan's rule.
Daxuan has ruled Southern Xinjiang for so many years, and seeing the area of the territory increase, in fact, the soldiers, horses, food, grass, strange people and strangers sent to Southern Xinjiang every year far exceed the benefits obtained in Southern Xinjiang.
For Daxuan, the land of southern Xinjiang was tasteless to eat and a pity to abandon.
Now that Southern Xinjiang is handed over to Zhang San, for Daxuan, this land is still a territory attached to Daxuan.
If Zhang San rules well and Daxuan knows people well, the benefits gained from currency trade between the two parties in the future will far exceed the benefits of Daxuan's direct rule.
If Zhang San does not rule well, Daxuan can also send troops to attack him and ask Zhang San for a large sum of silver for sending troops.
No matter how you calculate it, for Daxuan, it is a profit without losing anything. During the discussion, Emperor Longqing also showed his magnanimity as the Emperor of Daxuan, and tried his best to satisfy Zhang San's requirements. Satisfied.
After the discussion, Zhang San also looked at Emperor Longqing more and more, and he always felt that the emperor was much more sincere than the bull-nosed man on the stone bed. He actually took Emperor Longqing's hand and said, "I take back what I said before, I don't agree with you. We don't know each other, but we had a great time chatting with each other and we really like each other. How about we become brothers?"
Although Emperor Long Qing also had some favorable impressions of Zhang San, he did not expect that Zhang San would quickly advance to the time when he was betrothed to Jinlan, and he immediately wanted to refuse: "Well, Zhang San doesn't have to be like this..."
"Are you looking down on Zhang?"
Before he could finish speaking, Zhang San's expression suddenly changed, his eyes widened, and he looked at Emperor Longqing.
At this time, the two people's cultivation had returned to normal. Zhang San's half-step transcendence cultivation was still a bit of a deterrent to Emperor Long Qing, who was stared at for a moment and was speechless.
The corners of his mouth twitched a little, but he couldn't speak. He had to look at Duke Zhen Guo for help.
Duke Zhen Guo saw it funny, but did not step forward to stop him. On the contrary, he had a battle with Zhang San before, and he admired the temperament of this outlaw maniac very much.
Therefore, he also expressed his approval of Zhang San's invitation to Emperor Longqing to sworn sworn sworn relatives.
"You're so long-winded and don't look like a man."
"Senior Dragon Riding Martial Saint, I would like to lend you the stone bowl."
Zhang San saw that Emperor Longqing didn't express his position for a long time, but he didn't care about it. With He Ping'an's consent, he quickly grabbed a stone bowl on the stone bed in the air with one hand.
Then, with lightning speed, his fingertips swiped across Emperor Longqing's fingers like a sharp blade, instantly drawing a bloody gash on Emperor Longqing's fingers.
"hiss......"
Emperor Longqing was in pain and wanted to retract his arm, but Zhang San pinched him tightly and squeezed out half a bowl of blood from his fingers, and then he was allowed to retract his arm.
Then the fingers of Zhang San's right hand turned into a knife, and he lightly touched the wrist of his left hand, and a drop of blood dripped into the stone bowl.
In the blink of an eye, most of the stone bowl was filled with blood. Then a little of the fairy wine on the stone bed was poured in, and a bowl of blood wine was formed.
Zhang San drank half of the blood wine in two sips of "Gudong Gudong", and then stuffed half the bowl of blood wine into Emperor Longqing's hands.
"After drinking this bowl of wine, we will become brothers."
Zhang San looked at the aggrieved Emperor Long Qing opposite him, who looked like his little daughter-in-law, and said with a smile.
"You don't even know my name, so you're already sworn friends..."
Emperor Longqing let out a wail from the bottom of his heart. After hesitating for a moment, seeing that there was no objection, he could only endure the smell of blood in the bowl and drank the remaining half of the bowl of blood wine into his stomach.
It was considered as acquiescence to the two people's sworn relationship.
Zhang San suddenly remembered that sworn vows required exchange of names, and then he patted Emperor Longqing on the shoulder and asked with a smile: "By the way, brother, what's your name?"
Emperor Longqing endured the severe pain in his shoulder and said expressionlessly: "I am Zhao Ying!"
As soon as the word "win" came out of his mouth, Zhang San threw the stone bowl in his hand to the ground, clasped his hands in fists and saluted Emperor Longqing: "Brother, please accept my respects from my second brother Zhang Sanyi."
Emperor Longqing was so manipulated by Zhang San that he was about to cry, so he could only say expressionlessly: "I know."
But he has already made up his mind. As long as he returns to Daxuan, the first thing he should do is to refine the elixir given by He Ping'an as soon as possible. When he breaks through the transcendence realm, he must return to southern Xinjiang and regain where he is today.
"By the way, eldest brother, I forgot to tell you that we have a third brother."
"He didn't come today, so I will let my younger brother pay homage to my elder brother on his behalf."
At this moment, Zhang San suddenly spoke again.
"Third brother..."
Emperor Longqing, whose eyes had lost all energy, suddenly had a flash of light.
But it wasn't a surprise, it was a startling light.
As Emperor Longqing was on the verge of downtime, only one thought crossed his mind. It turned out that sworn vows could also be done on his behalf...
"Yes, third brother, my third brother is..."
Zhang San was about to continue speaking, but He Ping'an interrupted him at an inappropriate time: "Ahem, it looks like it's getting late, why don't you two talk about the love of brothers after you go out?"
As he spoke, he waved his hand gently, and countless complicated dark gold talismans automatically opened a passage the size of a person in the sky above the talisman space. From the passage, the outside world could be vaguely seen.
The clouds and mist are shrouded in the sky above Wuxian Ridge.
Zhang San raised his eyebrows and wanted to say something, but after glancing at He Pingan, he finally held back, and finally said to Emperor Long Qing in a mosquito-like voice: "That's right, there is a nose here, let people see it It’s uncomfortable.”
"Brother, we brothers go out and talk privately."
As he spoke, he pulled Emperor Longqing and flew quickly outside the talisman space.
"Hey, you idiot, do you think I can't hear you?"
He Ping'an frowned and pretended to be angry, but in the end he still smiled and watched Zhang San and the others leave.
