Signing Into Immortal Martial World

"A group of bereaved dogs, saying they want to destroy the Holy Land?"

Zhao Mu looked weird, it was not that he looked down on people.

Only from the beginning, there were several dynasties such as Universiade, Daye, and Da Yue.

Together, the total number is no less than ten generations.

Thousands of years have passed since the present, the six holy places have always stood firm.

On the contrary, the world of the family they established fell apart and disappeared.

The cruel reality before us is hard to believe.

How emboldened this group of people, dare to say that they want to kill Taoism and destroy the Holy Land.

"I thought so too."

Zhu Jian knelt to the ground and said in a deep voice:

"But Lord Hou attaches great importance to the destruction of the Saint League, saying that they hold a force related to the survival of the Holy Land."

Zhao Mu's eyes flashed, the power of his mind was like the sky, the bright moon hung high, illuminating everything.

What Zhu Jian said, if it is half false, he can't hide it from him.

"It's about the survival of the Holy Land..."

Zhao Muyin had guessed, and raised his brow.

According to the epoch book left by the Emperor Yuan, only a few words are recorded in it.

The six sacred places occupy the complete heritage of the ancient Taoism, and they can continue to run wild today, and they are the masters of the world.

The Juzimen of the Mo family belonged to the same family as the "Qimen" family.

It is also one of the Taoist traditions of the philosophers.

"The ability to threaten the Holy Land should at least be a tyrannical heritage."

Zhao Mu's thoughts were ups and downs, and his eyes revealed a sacred meaning that penetrated all things.

There is "Future Unborn Sutra", day and night to comprehend the magical effects of spirits and souls.

His grasp of the will and the secrets of heaven became more and more profound.

"With the knowledge and disposition of the emperor's uncle, it is naturally impossible to fancy a bunch of useless people."

Zhao Mu repeated "Destroying the Saint League" twice, remembering it in his heart, and then chuckled lightly:

"Do you know their whereabouts?"

Zhu Jian is willing to tell all these secrets instead of bringing them into the grave. He must have something to ask for.

Otherwise, he submitted the siege order from the public loser family.

Why only hand things in, and not where to find someone?

Because, if you really want to gather the "Qimen" line, you still have to use this person at that time.

"Master Hou has a Zhoutian divine light mirror, hidden in the mezzanine of the four "Zhou Li" in the mansion book house."

Zhu Jian said it simply and decisively, and did not ask Zhao Mu for any promises or guarantees.

"You are smart, and you know how to make your existence worthwhile."

Zhao Mu nodded and moved his fingers slightly.

A burst of sharp vigor, like a sword burst, cut off the shackles on Zhu Jian's hands and feet.

If the other party pretends to be loyal, he is indifferent to the righteous appearance of life and death.

He wouldn't say a word at all, only let Zhu Jian stay in the jail for his life.

But the former commander and envoy, perhaps because he has been with Wu'anhou all the year round, knows how to figure out the thoughts of the superiors.

Confess the information honestly and never talk nonsense.

On the contrary, it makes people feel good.

"The ants are still greedy, not to mention human beings."

Zhao Mu got up and said lightly:

"Heilongtai is about to be rebuilt, dividing the East and West factories."

"The future East Factory needs talents like you."

"Get a stall and continue to play for Da Zhou."

Zhu Jian's body trembled, seeming to be extremely excited.

The head slammed heavily on the ground and said loudly:

"Criminal minister! Thank you for your grace!"

After a while, no one answered, and the prison fell silent.

He slowly raised his head, Zhao Mu had already left, only Liu Jin with his hands in his sleeves.

The latter smiled and said:

"Master Zhu, I have wronged you during this period of time. It is really not easy to be able to come in from the prison and go out vertically."

Liu Jin lifted his chin and motioned to the jailer to open the cell door.

Zhu Jian exhaled a long breath, his numb face was much more vivid, and he walked out slowly.

The separation between this door is like the two realms of Yin and Yang.

"East Factory, West Factory?"

Thinking of what His Royal Highness Prince Shicai said, Zhu Jian's heart moved.

The huge black dragon platform is broken up and cut, and it is bound to free up a lot of seats.

This is the level of entry!

"Master Hou, this Great Zhou, this Shenzhou world, I hope it will be as you wish."

Zhu Jian thought silently.

"His Royal Highness, what should Jiang Gong and Zhou Wen do?"

After leaving the imprisonment, Zhao Mu sat in the chariot of Ming Huang Yunyu, and Gu Dayong asked with a bow.

today.

His Royal Highness released Zhu Jian and Ji Liang, ready to reactivate them.

This is not surprising.

Compared with Zhou Wen, who was in collusion with the Demon Sect, there was also Jiang Gong, who was greedy for money and power and profited for himself.

There is nothing that the two of them can't wipe off the stains, and it is normal for them to strike at will.

"Zhou Wen was thrown out of the imprisonment. He must be willing to commit crimes and make meritorious deeds and strive for leniency, so that he can be used as a rider to kill people in the rivers and lakes who are banned by force.

"If you dig out a few demon gates and holy land dens, it will be a credit."

"As for Jiang Gong, his property will be confiscated and exiled for three thousand miles."

Zhao Mu waved his hand, and in a few words decided the fate of the two black dragon platform commanders.

Gu Dayong stepped back two steps, bent very low, and said in a straightforward voice:

"Send your Royal Highness respectfully."

Watching Ming Huang Yunyu driving away, he thought to himself.

Outsiders often say that His Royal Highness kills indiscriminately, which is nonsense!

The four commanders of Heilongtai, except for Jiang Gong, were unforgivable, and ended up miserably.

The other three can still save their lives and have a chance to make a comeback.

"His Royal Highness appreciates the most capable people, but the background of the past is not important."

Gu Dayong's eyes flickered, and he glanced back at the imprisonment.

"Hey, I don't know if the enthronement ceremony is over, there will be more people from the Holy Land in it."

Tianjing.

Zhengyang Gate of the East City.

People come and go on the avenue, with horses and horses like dragons, raising large swaths of smoke and dust.

Tomorrow is the enthronement ceremony of the great prince of Zhou.

Three sects and four valves,

Nine Sides Army Town,

Twenty-six state animal husbandry.

Came one after another.

Watch and give gifts.

It's not lively.

I heard that all the major inns in the capital are now overcrowded.

The price of an ordinary guest room has almost tripled.

Even so, the supply is still in short supply.

Next to the official road near the city gate, there is a simple teahouse temporarily erected.

The grandfather and grandson are busy, boiling water and making tea.

Two bowls of one penny, five bowls of two penny.

A young scholar with an elegant demeanor, seems to have been on the road for a long time, and he is in the dust.

He walked into Chaliao, picked a table and sat down, and said softly:

"Shopkeeper, a bowl of tea!"

At noon, the sun was scorching and extremely hot.

Most pedestrians in the past would spend a few cents to buy two cups of herbal tea to quench their thirst.

Although life is difficult, there is nothing reluctant to pay for a penny or two.

"okay."

The wrinkled and simple old man, with quick hands and feet, soon brought tea.

Out of the habit of ordinary people in the market, he secretly took a few glances, and saw that the scholar was not like a poor student.

His gestures are extraordinary, but he is more like a member of the family.

But how can those proletarians be gentle towards themselves?

How could it be possible to drink this cheap tea with a poor taste.

These questions just circulated in my heart and disappeared in an instant.

The old man in Chaliao didn't think much about it. Seeing another visitor came in, he quickly greeted him.

"Unexpectedly, the Shangyin Academy, let Zuo Siye come to observe the ceremony, it is really enough to give the great Zhou emperor prince face."

A thin Taoist did not know when he appeared in the tea house.

The busy grandfather and grandson, the pedestrians around.

They all turned a blind eye to it, as if it didn't exist.

"Wu Yazi Daoist Master is polite, the current real dragon with great luck, no one wants to see one side."

The scholar took a sip of the crude tea and bad water, but he was willing to die.

"Speaking of which, why did the Dao Master think so quietly, walk down the nine-layer round island of the Zixiao Palace, and set foot on the mundane world?"

The thin Taoist has a childlike face, and his eyebrows are calm.

Holding a whisk in his right hand, he said lightly:

"At the moment of the Great Tribulation of China, the poor Dao is forced to find no choice but to get out of the mountain."

The scholar smiled, took out two coins, and said:

"I heard that the Zixiao Palace has suffered a catastrophe. The younger generation asks the Taoist master to have a cup of tea to get rid of the killing intent in my heart."

The thin Taoist shook his head without saying a word, his eyes flickered, revealing pure purple light.

"Two donors, how about taking a seat together?"

The two were sitting opposite each other, but a rich monk was inserted.

Like a Maitreya Buddha, he smiles when he meets people.

On his back is a large, inflatable cloth bag.

"Monk, why are you here too?"

The thin Taoist glanced at it and asked with a frown.

"If you can come, I won't be able to come? By the way, I heard that the golden lotus of Qiyun Palace in Zixiao Palace has withered."

The Budai monk smiled like Maitreya and looked cordially, but he spoke with a gun and a stick, and his words struck his heart.

"Tsk, the family property accumulated over the millennia has been ruined. If you don't hide in the Jiuzhong roundabout for repairs, you dare to run around."

The thin Taoist placed his left hand on the tabletop and tapped it twice.

Such as Hong Zhong Da Lu banged, the voice was mixed:

"Where is Mount Xumi better? In this generation, can there be Buddha heads who can enter the forest of three thousand lions and obtain the Mahayana method?"

"If I remember correctly, the most outstanding figure in Buddhism in the past 100 years is Batheba of the Imamara Palace of Maha, the king of Tantric, the reincarnated living Buddha, the emperor of Yuanmeng, and has nothing to do with Mount Xumi."

"The door is dead so far, Budai monk, can you still laugh?"

The rich monk with a round belly and bare breasts, his smile solidified, and then he replied:

"The Purple Cloud Palace does have talents, so what? It's not dead in the hands of the Great Zhou Emperor."

This monk, together, vie against each other.

The scholar drank tea silently and watched from the wall.

After he finished drinking two cups of crude tea, put the two pennies on the table into the tea bowl.

"Lao Zhang, this is tea money."

"The two seniors calm down their anger, Taoist people who do nothing, and Buddhism is a quiet place, why bother to get angry? I still have a penny here. Please have a cup of tea."

The scholar was like a peacemaker, speaking in a good voice.

The thin Taoist sighed, shook his head and said:

"Zuo Siye has a deep skill in cultivating qi, it cannot be that the prince of the Great Zhou has not targeted the Shangyin Academy."

"Purple Heaven Palace, Demon Sect, the two holy grounds have been deflated."

"I really thought you could stay out of it?"

"Let's just say one more thing, the flying dragon is in the sky, and the general trend is already established. If you can't hold it down, you and I are in danger of destruction."

The Budai monk surprisingly did not refute, his Maitreya Buddha-like smile slightly narrowed.

"Dao Master, you know that I actually came to Tianjing Xiongcheng five years ago."

The scholar smiled, and suddenly talked about irrelevant things.

"At that time, there was also a tea house at the gate of the city."

The thin Taoist frowned, puzzled.

"There are people coming and going in this place, and it's actually very suitable to start a small business."

"But unless you talk to the warrior at the city gate, divide him a bit of profit, and then take care of nearby gangsters... otherwise you can't do it. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"Selling tea and water is profitable in the first place. If you do that, the business will lose money."

"I was sitting here five years ago. The tea house was destroyed by a small gang, and the boss asked for help at the city gate, but no one paid any attention."

The young scholar seemed to be emotional, looking down at the two cents in the tea bowl.

"Today, I sat here and drank two bowls of tea. No one came to bother me. It was very quiet."

The thin Taoist tightened his brows, and said in a deep voice:

"Zuo Siye, don't use the small things of one person and one family, one generation of small things, to delay the way of the sky and the important thing of maintaining order!"

"Hasn't there been no Mingjun in all dynasties? But those who deserve to die, don't die like this."

"The third emperor of the great cause, benevolent and benevolent, and love the people like a son, has not been slaughtered by the Shangyin Academy."

The young scholar looked away, and the Spring and Autumn Seals hanging from his waist floated around.

He took out a copper coin from it and said with a smile:

"The prices in the Tianjing City are quite expensive. If you can save it, you will save. Next time you have time, I will invite the two seniors to drink tea."

The thin tall man snorted and walked away.

The cloth bag monk folded his hands together and disappeared while chanting the Buddha's name.

In the tea room, that table.

In an instant, the scholar was left sitting alone.

"A family of one person, one generation after another, what little things are there."

He held the coin and said softly.

The next day.

The eighth day of April.

It is best for dragons to be on duty at the sixth hour.

Zhao Mu, who sits in the East Palace, wears a dung dragon robe with a twelve crown on his head.

He looked towards the cloudless sky, thought to himself.

Today ascended the throne, how many great masters do you want to kill?

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