Outside Kuiling Guanji, four hundred miles to the west, near the Wanyao Mountains.
The young man who was surveying the scene had a frown on his face, while the other girl with cat ears was much more relaxed.
The young man was worshiped by the royal family of Dachu, and he came here on the king's order to look for traces of those evil cultivators. Unlike those royal guests invited from outside to worship, this one is actually one of our own.
Xiong Wu, who was one hundred and sixty-eight years old at the time, was a middle-stage Jindan monk and the eldest son of Zhennan King Xiong Ba. He was only twenty-three years old when he established the foundation, so more than a hundred years have passed, and the years have not left any trace on his face.
When he was young, he was kept in the capital by the King of Zhennan as a hostage. The old man went to the south to take up his post in style. I heard that in just a few years, he had more than thirty younger brothers and sisters.
Proton is not allowed to practice physical training. He must either study and specialize in Confucianism and Taoism and become a Confucian cultivator.
Or just refine your Qi and become a Taoist seeking immortality.
It’s okay to just be a pig if you don’t do anything, but you can’t train your body anyway.
Proton body refining is a taboo for the royal family.
After all, there had been trouble before in the Ankang Dynasty, and it was only after several years of turmoil that the reign name was changed to Ankang.
Therefore, people with such special status are never allowed to practice body training.
However, who knew that Xiong Wu was extremely talented in refining qi, and at a young age he was deeply loved by the elders of Ouchi, and was even accepted as his disciple before the foundation was established.
Not only did he teach him all his skills, but he also allowed the then-little emperor to open his arsenal to him.
That's a proton.
The little emperor was young and ignorant, so he agreed with his grandfather's words. From then on, the matter was often discussed in the court.
But the old worshiper did not harm him. After all, he was his grandson and an old guy who had guarded the capital for hundreds of years. He had saved the old emperor and the young emperor several times, which was quite popular.
It's just that this move has attracted criticism. Xiongwu is the hostage of the Southern King. Thinking about the emperors before the Ankang Dynasty, and looking at it now, it feels a bit like raising a tiger.
Those who knew the truth remained silent and even tried to find ways to get closer to Xiong Wu.
People who don't know pretend to know everything and talk about raising tigers every day, for fear that others won't know that they are well-informed.
Until one day, there was another quarrel about this matter in the court. The priest slapped the floor deep inside the palace, and the cracks spread along the palace to outside the royal city.
Only then did all the know-it-alls realize that it was actually this man who was backing him up.
It turns out that the Supreme Emperor is protecting his great-grandson, why didn’t you tell me earlier!
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"This sweet-scented osmanthus cake tastes good. Don't you want one? I'll take it."
The girl sat on the ground and said without raising her head, as if the things here had nothing to do with her.
In fact, it doesn't really matter. She just goes with him for a while, sees that the other person doesn't do anything, and doesn't frame him everywhere when he gets back.
"I, Da Chu, have a contract with you. If you don't do your best, you still come to make trouble."
Xiong Wu rarely whispered back, seeming to be very dissatisfied with this girl, but he did not dare to speak loudly.
"First of all, I don't want to come. Secondly, I have no intention of doing my best for you humans. If I have this time, I might as well go back and sleep with Silver Bird in my arms.
Furthermore, if I look at it, it is most likely some idiot who framed me. This is not the first time this has happened. I just don’t know which prince or minister this person is. "
The girl hit the nail on the head, but Xiong Wu seemed to have been struck by what he said, and flew away without even looking at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
The cat-eared girl is from the Hualing clan, the guardian beast of Dachu, and one of the enshrinements of the royal city.
The cultivation level is less than sixth level, and the degree of transformation into human form is limited. Most of the time, he maintains his animal form. Only this time when he went far away, he transformed into human form.
Otherwise, it is easy to be blocked and robbed by unsuspecting monks, who do not want to rob money.
Although it is not afraid of being stared at, it is still troublesome. As a fifth-level monster, it is enshrined by the Dachu royal family and has a contract with it, so it is difficult to hurt people.
The Hualing tribe lives in Panlong Mountain in Dachu, and is a variant of the cat demon tribe in the Wanyao Mountains.
Rumor has it that an ancient monk merged with a certain powerful cat tribe, and possessed the Chu Kingdom's current secret method of dual cultivation, which led to the formation of the Hualing Clan.
The ancient great masters have studied this way very deeply and have the most diverse methods.
Unfortunately, very few of them survive. It is said that only one copy of the Miaoyuan Sutra in the Imperial Palace of Chu survives.
The founding of the Chu Kingdom was also inseparable from the assistance of the Hualing tribe. The humans on one side promised to protect Hualing from outsiders, and the Hualings paid tribute to the Chu State with a little beast with the lowest cultivation level every generation, which was a proton. It is also an offering.
The current flower bell is a tribute from Panlong Mountain of the previous generation. It has been more than four hundred years since now, and its cultivation has reached the late fifth level.
The first level enlightens people to speak, the second level enlightens wisdom and practices, and the third level enlightens spiritual inheritance.
The first three levels of cultivation are not very high, and their combat power is average. They correspond to the three stages of Qi refining of the human race, namely the early, middle and late stages.
But in actual combat, he is much stronger than a Qi-refining monk, and is roughly equivalent to the third level of early-stage body-refining in human body cultivation.
Except for some special races, monsters generally make a qualitative leap starting from the fourth level, which is the fourth level foundation building, the fifth level golden elixir, and the sixth level Nascent Soul.
The current Hua Ling is a terrifying fifth-level monster with a golden elixir cultivation level.
Xiong Wu was a martial arts fanatic, but in a head-on fight, even if he advanced to the late stage of Jindan on the spot and used the ancestral skills of the Xiong family of Chu, he still couldn't beat it with all his magical powers.
There is a high probability that the opponent will push his head to the ground.
When you first enter Jindan, you are ignorant, but when you are young and frivolous, you are called a genius. The magic weapon is completely invincible, and the escape method is not accurate.
So now he chooses to fly away in frustration, instead of lying softly on the bed like he did after the second challenge, with only his mouth still hard.
Watching the expressionless Wu Chi flying further and further away, Hua Ling pinched the sweet-scented osmanthus cake with her fingers and murmured with her dimpled mouth:
"Idiot, there is a clue beneath my feet."
Seeing that the person was flying away, he flicked his toes, and golden light fell into his palm.
A golden waist pendant with a yellowish texture has been broken into two parts. The other half is unknown, and the word "Zhang" is faintly visible on it.
Turning over, it was "Kui", but the big characters were gone, leaving only two pieces of earth. It was probably that the person had also been buried.
open? What word is this? I’ve never heard of it...
Just when Hua Ling guessed her identity, a transmission note flew from the side. Hua Ling pouted her little mouth and nodded. After listening to the transmission, she calmly put away the badge.
"Xiong Wu, let's go, there are clues."
"coming."
Hearing the other party calling him by his name, Xiong Wu flew over from a distance, for fear of delaying his business.
It's not easy to be the hostage of King Nan, and it's even harder to be the royal offering of King Nan's hostage.
Outside Kuiling Guanji, five miles to the west.
This is the camp where Da Chu's official gathering is stationed in Kuiling. It is responsible for maintaining the order of the official gathering on weekdays. There are thousands of elite soldiers and generals inside. Usually, the golden elixir monks have to stay away from the sharpness for a while.
It can be described as strong.
Nascent Soul monk? Don't make trouble.
He can just take whatever he wants. If not, we can give him more. As long as the person likes it, my wife can give it to me. If you have any hobbies, we can just stick it out.
There are countless Nascent Soul monks in the entire southern part of the continent. If such an expert were to come, it would be too late to welcome him. How could he dare to take out his magic weapon?
That's not right, you can still take out the magic weapon. After all, it is useful for salutes.
At this moment, the outside of the camp was full of people. Except for a few sect disciples who were well-informed and knew that important people were coming to this small place to investigate the case of the eldest prince being injured, the others came to join in the fun because they saw the crowd.
As for the seventh prince who died in battle...
Hey, there are many eighty and ninety-year-old princes with the title of seventh prince, which one are you talking about?
The one who died recently? Oh, that was the forty-fifth prince from before.
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"Is there an auction today?"
A female cultivator in a red dress dressed in cat fur came closer to watch and asked the fellow Taoists around her.
"What kind of auction is this? Fairy doesn't know, but this time, the legendary Hualing Clan can see it."
The fat man was squeezed by someone, and he frowned and wanted to curse. When he saw that the person coming was a female cultivator, he finally explained.
"Cat demon, that's not interesting. I have two of them at home."
The female cultivator turned around and left without paying attention. It seemed that she was a wealthy family, which ordinary cultivators could not afford.
"Hey, he's a silly kid. That's Hua Ling, can the cat demon compare?"
The fat man muttered something, but unexpectedly the female cultivator came back to refute him.
"Yes, the cat demon is the cutest."
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"You only have one chance. If you can't tell me one, two, three, I will send you to Dongjie on the spot... so that you can enjoy your new life in advance."
Xiong Wu saw that she was a little girl at the first level of Qi refining. He was about to scare her, but suddenly he thought that there was an incredible master beside him, so he immediately changed his mind.
"Well, I guarantee that not only will he dare to send you to East Street to enjoy life, he will also enjoy you first."
When Hua Ling saw how courageous a little girl at the first level of Qi Refining was, she became playful and wanted to scare her. Therefore, it was a rare cooperation, which made Xiong Wu feel flattered.
"Of course, I won't joke with my own life. You two adults, please watch."
After waiting for a long time, Jiang Zhi finally saw the real owner. It was really because the master who received him at the beginning was too timid. After only looking at the Naying Stone for a moment, the other party hurriedly 'threw' something to her. .
Beforehand, he did not forget to give instructions not to tell anyone that he had seen it, and promised that even if he could not escape, he would be placed in the best courtyard on East Street, and he would not even have to go to the second floor.
It's a pity that an official with a foreign surname like him who is sent thousands of miles away cannot get involved in such internal matters of the royal family.
It's a great achievement to get the reconciliation done, but most of it... tsk tsk.
Just look at this Jiang Zhi and you will understand. Zhang Kui, who does not take any side, has not escaped. I am afraid that he has already crossed the Naihe Bridge.
Xiong Wu took the Naying Stone and glanced at Hua Ling beside him. The other party nodded, his cat ears twitched, and he gently closed his eyes at the same time.
The image of the Naying Stone could be released to the public, but it was a matter of confidentiality, so neither of them chose to do so.
Soon, Xiong Wu was very happy that he was not too careful.
Because the beginning of this image is extremely outrageous. He is a dignified golden elixir monk, the great-grandson of the Supreme Emperor, and the genius spiritual cultivator of the Great Chu Kingdom...
At this moment, I was breaking out in cold sweat.
In the secret room.
"Although Kunai, the defender of the northern border, has a good plan, it has some loopholes. Let me see if I can make some plans to make up for it.
The villain has a plan that can kill Zhang Kui. Not only that, it can also make up for these shortcomings, making it impossible for people to focus on His Majesty. The most important thing is that this family treasure will be yours by then! "
The goateeed monk laughs evilly, and his actors are none other than the ghosts in the jade.
This line was modified by Jiang Zhi. Although she could only kill someone with a nod, but the other party was really vicious, she didn't mind letting these people see how kind she was, having won the Fourth Best Baby Award from Qingliang City Kindergarten.
The phrase "Your Highness" was changed to "Your Majesty" by her. This is why the master just now quickly returned the Naying Stone to her.
And he himself was a casual cultivator who gave advice, but he changed it to a Qingyang Clan monk, because it was indeed the Qingyang Clan ancestor who took action in the end.
But the price for taking action was to collect the spiritual stone treasure and return a favor from many years ago.
I just wanted to tell the whole story in one shot, so I came up with this strategy.
After all, she was in a prison and couldn't get out. Changing the scene required a lot of spiritual energy, and she didn't have many spiritual stones.
Shrimp and pig heart, shrimp and pig heart.
"Please sir, please teach me. Zhang Kui is really hateful. I humiliated me several times, but he turned a blind eye and dared to return the gift...
Humph, if the Zhang family hadn't been so powerful in Kuiling, how could a mere foundation-building monk, An, have humiliated me like this! "
The 'eldest prince' was so angry that he cooperated with the ghosts to cast spells and create special effects. He really looked like an emperor who could lay down his body thousands of miles away when he was angry.
But Xiong Wu, who was already wet behind his back, was frightened.
It's over, it's over, it's going to be a big mess...
Wonderful! Now there is a good show in the palace!
"Your Majesty, please calm down. A villain is not talented. Your Majesty will listen to this plan first."
The goatee monk came closer and whispered, but he knew every word clearly. The ghost played here was carefully selected by Jiang Zhi. After all, he couldn't add subtitles, otherwise it would be too fake.
And these words were now heard very clearly by the two of them.
One nodded again and again, with a smile on his face.
The other thing... I didn't know clearly, I thought the room above me was leaking.
"Okay! If this plan is successful, when I succeed to the throne, your Qingyang Sect will be the leader of Conglong!"
Qingyangmen, I, from the power of the dragon, inherit the great rule.
Xiong Wu was almost crying. He wished he could rush back to the royal city and strangle his own brother to death.
He worshiped the great Chu, leaving the golden elixir monks outside who could establish their own sect, but now they feel powerless.
Maybe the whole family will have to get involved in this!
The whole family!
Hua Ling beside her was already smiling, her cat ears were twitching, and she would stuff an osmanthus cake into her mouth from time to time. She was a typical spectator who didn't take it too seriously.
The reaction of the two people was witnessed by several people present, and they all looked at each other in confusion.
The contrast was so great that they couldn't guess what they saw.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. I will die for Your Majesty! I'm so devastated! I want to go back and convince my ancestors about this plan. After all, Zhang Kui is a monk in the late stage of foundation establishment, and he has been immersed in the later stage for many years...
This time, it is his old man who takes action, and the golden elixir kills and builds the foundation. Whether he is calculating mentally or not... he will surely capture him! "
The goateeed monk bent down and already surrendered.
The eldest prince was wearing a dragon robe, sitting on a dragon chair in the secret room, nodding his head with a look of joy on his face.
The image darkens and is about to dissipate.
Before dissipating, the eldest prince left the secret room with satisfaction, and the goatee monk still bowed respectfully until a few breaths later...
He walked to the screen and picked up the shadow stone.
"Hmph, the eldest prince is nothing more than that. A monk in the early stage of foundation building, An Neng discovered the shadow stone that his ancestor cast and sealed himself.
With this support, Xiong Yin would not dare to go back on his word. Now, our Qingyang Sect will finally rise, Jie Jie Jie Jie..."
The scene ended with Goatee's evil smile, and Xiong Wu...
He slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Jiang Zhi, who lowered his head and said nothing, with murderous intent in his eyes.
"I quite like this little girl."
Hua Ling crossed her legs and glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally.
Jiang Zhi's cultivation level was so low that he didn't even know that he had walked past the gate of hell. He was still delighted with the reaction of the two people, but he didn't expect that he still had some talent as a director.
It was still the ghosts in the jade but they felt murderous intent and were a little uneasy.
Will you take action?
No way, I think that little demon outside likes her quite a bit.
Let’s fight! Fight! Hoho.
She couldn't hear the conversation between several ghosts, so she didn't know what happened at all. She just felt that Yu Jin suddenly tightened around her waist, and then loosened again, as if nothing happened.
"Why..."
With a long sigh, Xiong Wu pinched the Naying Stone.
It would be great if all this had not happened, it would be great if the Naying Stone did not exist, and the Zhang family of 2,955 would be buried peacefully...
As for who will be the king in the end...it's not his turn anyway.
Xiong Wu thought of this and looked at Hualing, who had been staring at him. The idea of crushing the Naying Stone seemed impossible.
Because this monster was originally arranged by another faction to keep an eye on him.
That's all...perhaps it's God's will. How can the Ankang Dynasty have a proton that will live for two hundred years?
Sighing again and shaking his head, Xiong Wu took a deep look at Jiang Zhi and then handed the Naying Stone to Hua Ling.
"You can take your things and go back and tell your Majesty that I, Xiong Wu, will always be here waiting for the King's order. How can I not die even if I am a hostage for a hundred years?"
Many protons before Xiong Wu died due to various reasons, and few people enjoy their old age. He can live for more than a hundred years, which has broken the record in Ankang.
If King Zhennan had not always followed the rules and had countless children and grandchildren for more than a hundred years, drinking and having fun every day, and having dozens of books read by foreign ministers every month, I am afraid that he would not be alive today.
In more than a hundred years, the king of Guangping West has changed five times, and the two princes of the north and east have changed once each. Only the king of Zhennan has survived forever.
Now it seems that the time has come.
Being involved in such a big event and seeing such treacherous words and deeds with his own eyes, no matter how careful he was, he would be doomed. Even if he only ransacked his house, he would be considered a great king.
Kill the nine tribes?
How could he kill himself? The princes from other places were all the emperor's own brothers, and he was not stupid.
Jiang Zhi didn't know that because of the few-minute short drama he was filming, the high-ranking royal minister opposite him was already looking for a Feng Shui treasure for him.
As for his father, King Zhennan...
It's hard to say. If you are unlucky, his grave may have to be buried in several places.
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"Oh, it's okay, you don't have that old man to treasure you."
Hua Ling said with a smile, not taking this little thing seriously at all.
The royal family worships him, the great emperor of Chu, and the majestic ancestor of the Yuanying period. If this title cannot save a great-grandson, it will really make the cat laugh out loud.
If this thing really happens, Hua Ling guarantees that it won’t take ten breaths of time, and it will soon spread throughout the entire Ten Thousand Demons Mountain Range.
After all, for a being like him, whoever sits on the throne is his grandson, and there is not much difference. How could he easily kill this long-renowned little genius of the human race because of such a trivial matter in the family?
If I really want to kill him... I'm afraid all the demon clans, big and small, for hundreds of miles around will go out to high-five each other, eat, drink and have fun.
"The ancestor didn't care about this a long time ago. He only wants immortality."
The demon clan values strength, but the human clan... they consider it more.
Xiong Wu shook his head, indicating that he wanted to rest, and dismissed everyone except Jiang Zhi.
After watching Hua Ling leave and repeatedly saying that he would not harm her, the other party took the Naying Stone and left with satisfaction.
The kind that disappears in an instant.
Damn it, how much money would you make in a day if you were delivering food?
Jiang Zhi thought curiously as he looked at his sister who was not necessarily beautiful even if she blinked.
"I ask you, who else knows about this."
Seeing that there was no one around him, Xiong Wu stared at her seriously, a thick aura covering her body.
As long as there is any abnormality in the soul or heartbeat, he will immediately search for the soul.
Anyway, if you don't die, it doesn't count as harm.
"What's up?"
Jiang Zhi was still thinking about whether a person with such magical powers could deliver food. He didn't realize what he was talking about and subconsciously asked the other person.
Nothing unusual? Not bad, not bad, it saves me from offending her.
"Very good, he is an honest boy. Let me ask you again, who gave you this thing."
Xiong Wu didn't know that the other party was slow to respond, and thought that she really didn't know anything and had never seen the shadow stone at all. He immediately withdrew his spiritual power and gave up the idea of searching for souls.
The ghosts in the jade also breathed a sigh of relief, they didn't want to see this scene either.
The chosen one whom I had been working so hard for several days had not yet attained the great truth, and the savior was actually in the hands of the golden elixir stage monks. He turned into an idiot because of this little factional dispute.
"I don't know. I had it as soon as I fell asleep. There was a note next to it, saying that this thing could save my life."
Jiang Zhi honestly took out the note in his hand. It was already wet with sweat, but he could still see what was written.
This is the truth and it can save your life.
The beautiful handwriting was ghostwritten by Jiang Zhi's senior sister, but it was completely different in Xiong Wu's eyes.
This handwriting...
It seems that the water behind this matter is deeper than I imagined. Wait, maybe I can still survive?
But what does the other party do to save a waste with five spiritual roots? Is there some long-lost secret method that has emerged? Need to use this unique talent of counting backwards?
As Xiong Wu said just now, humans often think more, just like him now.
There were many sect forces behind the founding of Da Chu. Among them, the biggest help in eliminating the surrounding sects was the support of the Da Qin royal family in the north.
With the Qin Dynasty here, the orders issued by these small countries cannot be called imperial edicts, but can only be called royal orders.
The emperors of small countries cannot call me, they can only call me this king. They are on the same level as their self-proclaimed foreign princes, at least in Da Qin.
The capital cannot be called the capital city or the imperial city, but at best it can be called the royal city, or the capital city...
There are many other similar rules, but they are not set by Da Qin, but by themselves.
Everything is lower than that of Da Qin, to show that Da Qin is the supreme, paying tribute every year, and being safe every year.
After all, Da Qin can really destroy them with just a few clicks.
But Jiang Zhi didn't know about these things at all, so when the 'eldest prince' called me, Xiong Wu himself was covered in cold sweat, while Hua Ling was happy.
Xiong Wu, who has read hundreds of books since he was a child, is familiar with these disciplines. He has also seen some similar writing techniques.
This is the royal brushwork of the Qin royal family. Others have no place to learn it, and even if they learn it, they cannot use it. This is a serious crime.
For men, the brush strokes are like a dragon, majestic and majestic. The brush strokes need to imply inner strength, so that people can know their cultivation status at a glance.
The female one has a hooked tail like a phoenix and is as bright as a flower. The married person and the person to be married are also subdivided into two styles of writing, which are very particular.
Some who are more particular, or those who have a special status in the Qin Dynasty, will also set up ink buttons when writing, making it difficult for outsiders to copy and forge, meaning that it is written by the original deity.
For example, Bu Ying, the prime minister of the Great Qin Dynasty, was just a mortal, but she enjoyed all kinds of privileges. Because he had no cultivation skills, he specially set up ink buttons on various documents to prevent troublemakers from copying his handwriting and delaying important events outside Zhengyang Pass.
This woman once wrote an ultimatum in her own handwriting and sent it to the Chu State, so Xiong Wu also knew about it. Although he might not be able to find a few ink buttons, after all, this kind of thing is very hidden, but he also heard from officials who came from the Qin Dynasty. One or two.
Although there are no ink buttons visible on the handwriting in front of me, it is obviously written by a female cultivator from the royal family of Da Qin. The few words are like flying phoenixes, and she does not hide her royal identity at all.
What is it hinting at? But...which one is it?
He couldn't guess it, and he didn't dare to keep the note in his hand. It was clearly meant for others to see, so even if he was curious, he couldn't accept it without his consent.
He had no choice but to return it to the other party honestly, and then used the telegraph to inform Hua Ling of the matter.
After all, according to Hua Ling's ancient inheritance of monster escaping methods, he could reach the capital in a dozen breaths.
And the capital city thousands of miles away... with his sound transmission skills, it is simply out of reach.
A Jindan cultivator can usually only call a hundred miles away. Even if he is better at spiritual cultivation than physical cultivation, this distance is far beyond the range of his ability, so he has to use the transmission talisman to act.
And after such a long time, the other party has obviously arrived in the capital. I'm afraid the king is thinking about this now.
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The royal city of Chu.
Ouchi.
"I understand, and I would like to offer you the flowers and bells. You can go to the Thousand Fruit Grove in the backyard to pick some small fruits to eat."
Hua Ling nodded, her eyes lit up when she heard this, her cat ears stood up, and her little hands stretched out their nails like cat claws, looking very excited.
Hehe, Civet Fruit, I’m here!
Just as she was about to walk away, a fire-like teleportation note flew towards her from behind.
The king at the head of the table naturally saw it too, just squinting his eyes slightly and guessing with interest.
"Meow! This is a big deal."
After listening to the content of the transmission notes, Hua Ling opened her little mouth slightly, and her cat ears suddenly fell on the back of her head. She obviously didn't expect that the matter was so big.
She looked at the old man on the high seat and saw that he was also curious, so she handed the transmission talisman to him.
Wang, who was slightly curious, took the teleportation note. This Hualing had always been quite dignified. It was rare to see her making a fuss and even making a cat cry.
Interesting, let me see what happens...
The unpredictable king grasped the talisman, and then looked at the other party with wide eyes in disbelief, as if to confirm that he heard correctly.
"Da Qin?!"
This expression is no better than Hua Ling.
