Chapter 500: Three major sacrifices to the spirits, preparations before leaving
[Sacrifice to the spirits: Innate Shennong Ding, a treasure tripod created for the ancient innate warriors. It can plant spiritual grass, refine elixirs, and reunite the innate martial arts.
Sharing: No sharing ability!
Note: It can be conquered and recognized as the master! 】
【Sacrifice to the Spirits: The Fragment of Jiuyou Ice Art, a secret code for those who practice the path of immortality with Dharma, which can reach the golden elixir stage.
Sharing: Things from other worlds are illusory and misty, and their essence can be captured, but they are not suitable for practice. 】
[Sacrifice to the spirits: Shixian Palace, which contains the killing array of the ancient warrior Xiao Qixing.
Share: Class A. 】
Jiang family.
Fengweiyuan.
Xin Zhuo was sitting cross-legged behind the desk, looking at the three new sacrifices in the moon-watching well.
That’s right, all the objects in Shixian Palace that looked strange were sacrificed to their spirits by him.
This cauldron is indeed a treasure. Although the well owner cannot share the ability, he can plant spiritual herbs and refine elixirs, allowing the acquired warriors to reunite their innate martial arts, even if it is not as pure as his own completely rebuilt one. , but it can be very close to innateness like the senior Xuanyuan Lingpi in Julie Mountain.
When the golden age of martial arts comes, ordinary warriors will be stronger than others from the beginning.
Xin Zhuo actually doesn't like the skills of Immortal Shi, but the old eunuch said something about the "clone" before he died. I don't know who this old guy is, so it's better to study it.
Finally, there was the formation. He had personally witnessed the mystery of the Shixian Palace formation and found it very interesting and necessary to give it a try.
Grab!
【Nine Nether Illusion! 】
【Xiao Qixing's Secret Code of Killing Formation】
Absorb!
A kind of skill that was taken from Shixianren and transformed into the martial arts of an innate warrior and a formation technique were imprinted in his mind.
If you think about it carefully, it is somewhat mysterious.
"Your Highness!"
At this time, Bai Xuanji hurriedly entered and saluted: "The ministers are leaderless, and they are frightened and uneasy. Su Wuji, Tai Xun Gong, Yu Siliu, Feng Sihu, etc. The princes and ministers, including the Empress Dowager and the Empress, have asked to see you many times."
It has been two days since Xin Zhuo killed the empress and the masters of various sects. The whole world of Zhou Dynasty and the imperial court had to follow his lead. How the Great Zhou will go in the future will naturally follow his wishes.
Xin Zhuo stood up and walked to the window. The rain was still falling. Calculating the time, there was still more than a month before the martial arts boom would come. He would not be able to stay in this imperial capital no matter what, and neither could the direct descendants of the Jiang family. .
Not to mention what the hell the Four Sacred Mountains behind the four princesses of Beihai are. Even in this great Zhou Dynasty, Jiang Yuqing is too dazzling and famous. In the future, this is not a good thing and cannot be done. Fortunately, because of the battle over fate, it has become a target of public criticism and a place where ancient warriors fight.
After thinking about it, the price/performance ratio is too low.
He needs to worship the spirit of Zhou and an emperor, and then give up all identities, take his family, and find a place with beautiful scenery to live in seclusion until the golden age of martial arts comes.
He turned around and asked: "What happened to the Monument of the Heroes of the Western Qin Dynasty?"
Bai Xuanji replied: "The government and the public agree to erect monuments with the most solemn etiquette to build the Martyrs' Shrine for future monarchs of the Great Zhou Dynasty to offer sacrifices and for future generations to offer incense. In the past two days, the courtiers have mobilized 100,000 migrant workers and the construction has been completed. It is only waiting for His Highness to personally Go to sacrifice and inscribe!”
Xin Zhuo nodded and asked again: “Ji Yaoyue, the four gentlemen! How will the future affairs of the Lord and Jiang Yugui be decided? "
Bai Xuanji replied: "Princess... Ji Yaoyue has contributed to bringing peace to the world, and has been on the throne. She is still the wife of His Highness. The courtiers dare not disobey, so they decided. Buried with royal rites..."
Xin Zhuo was silent, Ji Yaoyue was dead, and she will be mourned and honored after death!
"...The second young master was granted the title of king and was buried in the Jiang family's ancestral temple. After all, the four princesses had been in the Jiang family for decades. The reason is difficult to explain. They were buried according to princess etiquette and were solely responsible for the imperial court. .”
"Very good!" It is necessary to bear All those who have targeted the princes and ministers of the Western Qin Dynasty and destroyed their families will not be spared. They must sacrifice the souls of the Western Qin army with me.” .
Xin Zhuo stretched and had nothing to do, got up and walked out of the palace.
Drizzle like silk oil paper umbrella. The Jiang family's mansion is huge. Ji Jiuwei, Xiong Zhang, Shan Yao, Li Yun and others are preparing for a long trip according to Xin Zhuo's ideas. The widows and servants are being dismissed and those who are willing to stay are staying. Zhuangzi all over the country The shops are open to them as they choose.
At this moment, the whole courtyard of the mansion seemed empty.
Unknowingly, I walked to Jiang Yugui's "Fengxingyuan". Jiang Yugui's body had been transported to the front yard, and together with the four "princesses", it was arranged for burial by the Ministry of Rites staff, and no servants were left. Only Jiang Yugui's wife, Zhang, the legitimate daughter of Marquis Heyang, stood at the door with her little baby, staring at the rain in a daze.
The little baby was about three years old. When he saw Xin Zhuo, his big eyes rolled around and he shouted crisply: "Uncle!"
Zhang woke up from his daze and quickly stepped forward to salute. :“I’ve met my brother!”
Xin Zhuo first looked at the child, patted his head, and then looked at Mrs. Zhang. This girl was only seventeen or eighteen years old. She gave birth when she was fourteen or fifteen, so she was essentially still a little girl. He asked: "What will you do in the future?" What are your plans? "
If Mrs. Jiang wants to leave, Jiang Yugui's children must be taken away, except for Xin Zhuo, but this is the only one. If Mrs. Zhang wants to follow, of course she will go together.
Ms. Zhang hesitated for a moment, then suddenly knelt down and cried bitterly: "Please let me go, brother. The Jiang family is too oppressive, and I don't want to stay any longer."
Don't mention Jiang's rules. Too many, even though she was widowed at a young age, she seemed to have seen the future of other widows in the Jiang family, but felt that the future was bleak. How could she endure it at the age of ten?
The little boy next to him looked at his mother blankly. At such a young age, he still didn’t understand many things. He didn’t understand what he meant by leaving.
Xin Zhuo asked: "You don't want the child?"
Zhang glanced at the child with nostalgia and shook her head: "He is a child of the Jiang family. I can't control you. Please give me my freedom, brother!"
Xin Zhuo was silent for a moment: "Let's go!"
Zhang was grateful, threw the child away, hurried into the house, picked up a package, and hurried out the door, and finally He glanced at the child, bowed to Xin Zhuo, and ran straight away.
“Mom!” The child finally cried out helplessly.
Xin Zhuo knelt down and patted his head: "A man is not allowed to cry. From now on, follow your uncle."
The little boy stopped crying, wiped his tears, and choked with sobs: "Okay!"< br>
“What’s your name?”
“Jiang Zichong, named after my great-grandmother.”
……
After leaving the Fengyingyuan, Xin Zhuo led Jiang Zichong around and unknowingly came to the "Wuzhu" where the eldest sister Jiang Huan, Qin Yuliu and others were once imprisoned.
It is still as gloomy as before, and the sound of wailing can be heard faintly.
He was startled for a moment, then raised his feet and walked inside.
"Your Highness!"
Two gray-haired caretakers came out early, with formality and respect on their faces.
"Are you the Jiang family's wife or a girl?" Xin Zhuo asked.
A slightly thin old lady showed a hint of embarrassment on her face: "We are old girls from the Jiang family, the same generation as Jiang Yong."
Xin Zhuo nodded and looked deep into Wuzhu :"How many more people are there?"
"Seventy-eight people!"
Xin Zhuo took Jiang Zi and rushed inside, watching the tortured prisoners in the cages one by one. He begged humblely and finally stopped in front of a cage.
There was a rotten stench coming from inside.
It is Qin Yuliu and the six of them. At this moment, all of them are unkempt, rotten, and their eyes are numb. They have reached the point where they are exhausted, and they can't even tell which one is Qin Yuliu and which one is Master Pujing.
It has been four or five years, my meridians have been cut off, my martial arts realm has completely disappeared, I have not washed or rinsed, and I have been ruined.
Xin Zhuo couldn't help but think of what happened at Fulong Mountain back then. Now that Mr. Dongfang was dead and the Spirit Slayer Tai had also died in Demon Hill, he suddenly felt dull and slapped his hand, killing six people. !
Unwilling to stay any longer, he turned around and left: "Give freedom to those who have no resentment, and kill the unruly ones!"
"Here!"
(End of this chapter)