Three days later.
The Jianxia Ghost Market has reopened, and the shops in the ghost market are decorated with lights and decorations. The shops of various factions, small countries, and sects are also decorated.
This is a scene arranged to celebrate the enthronement of the Lord of the Mingzhu Shrine Palace.
There is an extra palace on the river.
The vermilion palace roof has lanterns hanging on the eaves, and the flickering candlelight shines on the river, making it look gorgeous and magical.
The door of the hall was opened, and people from all walks of life came to congratulate.
"The envoys of General Wu from the underworld of Jing State are here to congratulate, the envoys of King Wei of Jing State are here to congratulate, the envoys of Wuxia State are here to congratulate! The envoys of Chu State, the envoys of Meishan State, the envoys of Jade State, the envoys of Xiaoxiang..."
People from all sides ride on chariots, or drive strange beasts or auspicious clouds.
All kinds of strange people took their seats and came to congratulate this jade tripod of Qunyu Mountain and congratulate this lucky person.
Tang Ping was sitting in the main seat, flanked by a dozen maids and guards from the Snake Tribe.
"Senior Yuding, congratulations!"
A white bird with a bird's head and a bird's body, which could speak human language, congratulated.
"Haha, envoy Otori Rong, you are too polite. Please sit down."
The maid beside her softly introduced the origin of the visitor. The maid was not an ordinary person, but the legitimate daughter of the Nanlu family.
"Feng Xiao (Arrogant Xiao), the envoy of the Fire Nation, came to celebrate."
Wow!
Under the dark sky, a cloud of fire flew.
A young man with red hair and red eyebrows came down from the fire cloud, wearing a red tinder cloak.
Everyone was stunned for a moment. The Mingzhu Shrine and the Fire Worshipers in the south were enemies. The sacrifices of the candle-bearing snakes were almost members of the Fire Worshipers. The two sides were sworn in and were at war with each other. Unexpectedly, there were people visiting today.
"Sit, sit, sit down." Tang Ping looked calm and did not drive him away because he was a member of the Fire Worshiping Tribe.
Soon, the banquet started.
At the banquet, Tang Ping took the opportunity to announce the next policy.
"From now on, everything will be business as usual in Mingzhu Palace. I have just ascended the throne. In order to repay your support, the rent will be halved within ten years."
"Okay! The palace master is grand!"
Others toasted and said good things.
Except for Nan Luhua, who was feeling a little sore, the others seemed very happy.
The Jianxia Ghost Market is a good place. Many supplies from various countries are transferred here. Correspondingly, the rent of any shop here is extremely expensive.
This halving can save hundreds of thousands of ghost money.
"Also, cough..." At this time, Tang Ping suddenly coughed violently, his face turned red, and a trace of death flashed across his young face from time to time.
Everyone then recalled that Tang Ping was also an old man and his life span might be less than a hundred years.
"My cultivation arrangements are tight and I cannot take into account the daily operations. In the future, all affairs of the Three Kingdoms, the daily operations of the Jianxia Ghost Market, and all arrangements will be arranged by Nan Luhua."
"Also, Nanluhua will be the next King of Nanlu."
"Don't take it seriously, the palace master should hire someone else." Nanluhua said hypocritically, thinking that the ancestor of Nanlu Wang was really powerful, and he didn't know what means he used to make Tang Ping so obedient.
I originally thought that I would have to fight at least a little bit before I could get my rights, but now it seems that I don't have to.
When everyone heard Tang Ping's arrangements, they immediately understood that Tang Ping was just a puppet.
Feng Xiao glanced at Tang Ping in surprise, and felt a good feeling in his heart. The palace master who was not in power was good at alchemy and had good friends with various forces. He seemed to be a good person.
"Come on, let's play music and dance." Tang Ping raised his wine glass high, his eyes drowsy with drunkenness.
Today's banquet successfully made everyone think that Tang Ping was a puppet without power.
This made many people despise him.
Except for the people from Yuguo and Xiaoxiang of Chu State, all the envoys looked at Tang Ping with a complicated look.
Everyone knows this guy is just lucky.
Xiao's father and the head of the Diao Ti Kingdom were indifferent, Wei Shuang was a traitor, and Nan Luhua was incompetent, so they made this guy the palace master.
"It's so easy to be the palace master. If you beat everyone to death, you will naturally become the palace master."
In the crowd, Jiang Yuan smiled at the men beside him. His voice was not loud, but who among the people present was not a strong person? The joking words reached everyone's ears easily.
The scene suddenly became quiet.
The envoy from Chu State was Wei Hu. When Wei Hu saw this, he was about to teach the man a lesson, but Tang Ping acted faster than him.
boom!
Tang Ping suddenly stood up and threw a wine glass at him. Jiang Yuan couldn't react. He was hit on the head all of a sudden and the wine poured all over his body.
"You!!" Jiang Yuan stood up suddenly, his eyes blazing.
"What are you doing? You're on my own territory, and you're still letting me have trouble with you? I'm the master of the palace. If you insult me, you're insulting the Mingzhu Palace, you're insulting the Zhu God, and you're insulting the new Nanlu King! Nanluhua, come on!" "
Tang Ping slapped a series of big hats on him, not only Jiang Yuan could not be punished, but even Nan Luhua could not stand by.
"General Jiang, please leave, you are not welcome here." Nan Luhua's face darkened.
Jiang Yuan did not dare to offend everyone in the palace, so he directly accepted the disadvantage of being dumb.
"Crazy, absolutely crazy, is this the Lord of the First Palace?"
Jiang Yuan was just quick with his words. This guy directly suppressed the big hat of the shrine. Isn't he afraid of a war between the two forces?
"Interesting, haha." Tang Ping laughed and drank a small drink.
Anyway, it is not my own foundation, so I don’t feel bad if I use it casually. I can use my name casually without fear of depreciation.
Tang Ping is using this strategy now.
Since you want power, then give it to you and hold you high so that the world knows your power.
Of course, Tang Ping will not stop because of this, but will seek benefits under the banner of the palace master without having to bear any responsibility. Everyone knows that he is a puppet anyway.
After the banquet, Tang Pingzhen went back to Qunyu Mountain for seclusion. He was not even willing to live in the palace of the Country of Worry. Nan Luhua and others were excited for a while, thinking that they had missed it.
The power of the palace lord and the palace belong to them. Is there anything better than this?
Hades.
In front of the palace square under a huge banyan tree that covers hundreds of miles of shade.
Zhang Wulang listened to the report of his men, and he looked at the gray sky.
"The Lord Shen became the palace master? Has anyone else seized power?"
Zhang Wulang has begun to feel sad for Mingzhu Shrine.
In Xiangshui, opposite Tang Ping were two sisters. He smiled and said, "How about it? Now that I have become the palace master, I have fulfilled my promise. Shouldn't you say something? Give me some benefits?"
Candlelight crossed her arms and took a few steps back with a wary look on her face.
"Speechless, how come you have such a long brain? You think about these weird things all day long. I mean, are there any other techniques? Or the location of ancient Gangqi."
Once the current exercise is fully practiced, it is time to find new exercises and Qi, otherwise the progress will not be pushed forward.
"There are no martial arts, we are born with magical powers. As for the Gang Qi, it must be in the sky. Above the river is the Gang Qi of water attribute, and above the volcano is the Gang Qi of fire. Go and look for it above different landforms."
The evil spirit is in the ground, and the evil spirit is naturally in the sky.
No matter what kind of power, it can only be found from the sky. Of course, it is not ruled out that some minerals contain Gang Qi and can be directly absorbed by humans.
Xiaoming thought for a moment and said: "On the upper reaches of the Xiang River, at the source, nine feet high in the sky, there is the Qing Gang of the Xiang River. It is a medium-grade Qi Gang. You may need this."
"Medium grade? Not very good, but you can go and have a look."
Tang Ping wanted to show Huangquan Jiaolong that originally Huangquan Jiaolong could absorb other evil spirits and transform them into high-grade Huangquan Jiaolong evil spirits.
There might also be a chance to devour it this time.
Gang Qi is not in a hurry to find it. What is also most important are new pills and new techniques.
This requires looking for people from Dongyi.
There are many scattered people from the East in Jianxia Ghost Market, maybe we can gradually get in touch with them.
"By the way, it's time to bring back the sacred fire for the next festival, right?" Candlelight reminded.
"Don't teach me how to do things, just figure it out slowly and don't take risks."
After that, Tang Ping turned around and left, got on the bronze carriage and returned to Qunyu Mountain, leaving only the candlelight dancing aside.
"Thirty thousand proficiency levels. Now that elixirs are no longer available. One proficiency level a day. It will take about eighty years, which is not too long."
Tang Ping thought.
Ten years of seclusion.
The palace master's position is secure, and there are no major events for the time being.
Tang Ping got on line with the casual cultivators in the east, but did not reveal his purpose.
This Eastern Qi practitioner's surname is Peng, from Pengli (read Li) Ze. Dongfang Penglize, but not along the coast, is a place influenced by Haidai. It is not too far from Liangzhu country, the ancient city of Haidai.
There are many forces surrounding Penglize, among which there is a sect named Danjing, which is also known as Songmen.
As the name suggests, he lives in seclusion among the pine forests, living forever with cranes and feeling at ease.
The founder of the sect was named Hong Ya. According to legend, this man was a minister of the Yellow Emperor. He dug five wells, drew water to refine elixirs, and died here after the elixirs were completed.
Hongya Danjing got its name from this.
All in all, this is an alchemy sect with a very profound foundation and is worth making friends with and learning from.
This sect is currently in decline. It would be best if new alchemy methods and basic skills can be obtained from it.
In a remote shop in Jianxia Ghost Market, a white-haired old man wearing linen clothes with a flute hanging from his waist looked at the empty shop.
"Fellow Taoist Yudi! This shop belongs to you. We won't charge you rent for three years." Tang Ping pointed at the shop.
The old man used to set up a stall, but now he is just a favor.
"I can't do it, I can't do it, it's too troublesome." Yudi quickly refused.
"It doesn't matter, you and I exchange alchemy experiences from time to time, which can be considered as paying the tuition." Tang Ping waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care.
"Palace Master is too polite. The purpose of my trip this time is to travel, otherwise I would have to join the Mingzhu Palace."
"You don't have to be polite. You won't be staying here long anyway, so I won't lose anything."
"That would be disrespectful of me."
After that, Yudi lived here.
Tang Ping did not get straight to the point, but instead exchanged alchemy experiences normally.
As the furnaces of Zi Xuan Dan were refined, Yudi could not help but be shocked by Tang Ping's stable techniques.
The elixir is not the key, the key is that this person is too stable.
There are almost no mistakes, the success rate of alchemy is extremely high, and there will be no particularly big mistakes.
"Comparable to the sect master."
Jade Di thought.
Maybe even the sect leader might not be more stable than him, which made Yu Di change his view of the southern monks a lot.
Other places in the world call Haidai Dongyi, and Dongyi regard people from other places as barbarians.
As for the Yunmengze area, it is even more barbarian among barbarians.
What he didn't expect was that these barbarians would have such tricks.
The days that followed were relatively boring. Apart from practicing, they just talked and had a good relationship with Yudi.
The surrounding geography is relatively peaceful, and countries don’t know what big moves they are holding back.
A few years later, due to Xiong Ba's delay in leaving seclusion, Xiong Yang mustered up the courage to enter the back mountain of the Chu royal family.
Night falls.
The fire pool on the top of the mountain was burning, and a tripod with three legs and two ears floated up and down in the flames. There was a lifelike phoenix on the tripod.
"This..." Xiong Yang had a bad premonition.
Wow!
At this time, the flame transformed into a human form.
"Kings!"
Seeing this person, Xiong Yang knelt down on one knee.
"Get up, you young people will rule the world from now on."
Xiong Yang raised his head and noticed Xiong Ba's translucent body.
"Your Majesty...?"
"Yes, I'm dead, but it's not too bad to refine this divine weapon before I die.
This is the Phoenix Cauldron. There is a formation diagram inside the cauldron. Your spiritual thoughts can enter it, learn how to arrange troops, and even activate your bloodline. The phoenix on the tripod can be summoned, and its power is unparalleled! "
While speaking, Xiong Ba's figure gradually faded.
"Grandpa, I'm going to have people prepare for the mountain-cutting ceremony!" Xiong Yang stood up and shouted hurriedly.
"No need, my physical body has been reduced to ashes. My soul is used as fuel for the Phoenix Cauldron. The Phoenix Cauldron is still a little short of completion and cannot do without me."
boom!
As he spoke, Xiong Ba's soul shattered and disintegrated like a broken mirror.
The fragments merge into the tripod.
There was no grand farewell ceremony when this civil and military king died, only his grandson Xiong Yang was alone.
Unknowingly, Xiong Yang burst into tears. This was not the so-called relationship. He and Xiong Ba had no relationship at all.
I was born and raised in Qunyu Mountain. The total time I spent alone with my grandfather Xiong Ba in this life was probably less than half an hour. They were completely strangers.
Xiong Yang cried today because he felt Xiong Ba's sincerity for the country and the inheritance.
Xiong Yang only felt that a heavy burden was weighing on him. This was the belief of every generation of kings for hundreds of years.
Some kings may not have done well, but at least they have left indelible spiritual wealth.
The ancestor Zhang Qi, Taizu Xiong Ying, the first generation Wang Xiong Man, the second generation Xiong Ying, the third generation Xiong Ba, and now it has been passed down to the fourth generation king, does he really have a chance to do well?
"It depends on you in the future. The great cause of Jian Shang will be passed down from generation to generation."
Xiong Ba left these words and all his power was integrated into Feng Ding.
Phew! ! !
Fire and phoenixes set fire to the prairie fire, and the sky was dyed blood red. On this day, it was dawn again, and historians and wizards recorded this strange scene.
Fire and phoenix set the prairie ablaze, and the king died.
Xiong Yang used the Feng Ding to suppress some people's disobedience and successfully ascended the throne. He also successfully secured his position by holding a funeral for Xiong Ba.
At the same time, there was a commotion in the underworld.
Zhu Man, the oldest, was extremely sad. He never thought that Xiong Ba could do this for the sake of the clan.
Xiong Ying felt sad and depressed for a long time.
On the bank of the Xiang River, the bright moon looks like a white jade plate, and the earth is covered with a layer of silver gauze.
There are two lotuses on the water, and on the lotus are two peerless beauties.
Zhuguang tilted his head and looked at Tang Ping on the shore.
I saw Tang Ping pick up a pot of wine and pour it into the river at an angle.
"What are you doing?" Zhu Guang was puzzled.
"Pay homage to a person, even though I don't know him very well."
"Then you still offer sacrifices?"
"You don't understand." Tang Ping murmured to himself and told Xiong Ba's deeds. Xiong Ba's deeds of using flesh and blood to refine weapons and pave the way for future generations deeply shocked Tang Ping.
"Predecessors planted trees for others to enjoy, harming themselves and benefiting the world. Shun also did this back then. If you can understand, you are not far away from enlightenment."
The two of them were deep in thought.
Chu State joined the mainstream and funerals became formal.
King Xiong Ba of Chu was given the posthumous title "Wu", and he was King Wu of Chu.
Xiong Yang ascended the throne and came to power to send troops to attack the Jing Kingdom, which was bound to sweep everything away.
"It's time to take revenge." Tang Ping thought to himself.
(End of chapter)
