Chapter 880 Boss Xin’s King’s Heaven and Earth Network and Heading to Daqian Imperial Capital
The original lights of thousands of families in the Buddha City have disappeared, and only one intact small house in the middle of the lake is still lit in the dark ruins With a weak light.
In the sky, there are eight faint eyes, staring here.
The center of the lake leads to an underground river. The rocks at the bottom of the lake are broken, and the lake water roars back. Five people and one dog are sitting cross-legged under the weak oil lamp in this noisy environment.
Xin Zhuo, Li Guangling, Gou Xianxian, Mr. Zhuge, the supreme birdman and Xiao Huang who betrayed Fuxian Palace and went to nowhere, always feeling that Xin Zhuo did not detoxify him.
"I'm afraid it's not that easy to get to the Great Qiandi Capital!"
Xian Gou took a sip of wine and said, "I can't predict good or bad luck. There are countless possibilities. You'd better not listen!"
Li Guangling ate the chicken legs and said vaguely: "Lao Gou, you'd better not say it, it's the same as not saying it!"
"I hate it when people call me Lao Gou. I am the emperor who has ruled for eternity, sooner or later..."
"Old Gou, go away"
"Okay!"
"Brother Xin, do you want to take a look?"
Mr. Zhuge just came back from halfway to Daqian. Yes, a group of them They turned back halfway before reaching the capital of Daqian Emperor. The two imperial edicts from the empress had already been written.
Xin Zhuo raised his glass and gestured to join us, and then said: "That's right! Even if Emperor Daqian doesn't understand the meaning, it's better than being chased by Daluo Dayan and Holy Land Dongtian everywhere and running for his life, right? Maybe I went It’s developed?”
“It makes sense.” Everyone raised their glasses.
Xin Zhuo smiled. There was one thing he didn't say. He needed to find the Empress as a backer, and he also wanted to go to the capital of the Great Qian Emperor to find an opportunity. What was the opportunity? A group of masters sacrificed to the spirit, integrated the original power, and broke through to the quasi-sacred realm as soon as possible.
After all, I heard there are many masters there.
To be honest, if there was not so much hostility and pursuit, Xin Zhuo felt that with his simple personality, he could invite many people to drink from the old well.
Xian Gou said at this time: "So, this is a practice banquet. Let's have a drink, each go back to his own home, each find his own mother?"
Li Guangling was surprised: "You still Have a mother?”
Gou Xianzi was stunned for a moment and cursed angrily: "I'm so stupid!"
Xin Zhuo interrupted with a wave of his hand, looked at a few people and lowered his voice: "I heard about the business you two did..."< br>
Made by Li Guangling The business of "Yin-Yang Stone" is the strange thing that the Yin-Yang Stone Fengwenzhu used to convey the news when he was in Xuantian Sword Sect. This thing was originally very common, but in recent years it has been used by some unscrupulous weapon refiners to refine weapons. Gradually there is a shortage!
Gou Xianxian and Li Guangling complement each other and do the "Yangshi" business.
Although this thing is ordinary, it has made the two of them a lot of money. There is a mountain of natural treasures, elixirs, mental methods, and spiritual beasts. Otherwise, Li Guangling's lifespan will be extinct long ago. !
Gou Xianxian and Li Guangling looked at each other: "Yes, do you have any opinions?"
Xin Zhuo said: "I have an immature suggestion! Do you agree with it?"
said He transmitted the message into the secret and spoke for a full hour.
Li Guangling, Gou Xianxian, Mr. Zhuge and the Supreme Birdman were stunned when they heard this.
Xian Gou swallowed: "This... is really a fantastic idea. It may be possible, but it requires strong manpower and material resources, as well as not being caught and disrupted by major forces!"
Xin Zhuo said in a deep voice: "You take advantage of Da Qian to integrate the eight kingdoms of the Zhou Dynasty, ask Ji Yu to help, collect all the wealth of the eight kingdoms, and then collect all the royal family of the Zhou Dynasty, and then find four people, Duan Dapeng, Li Wumian, Shangguan Fan Qing and a bowl, he We should have gathered a lot of wealth there, including me.
Also, do you remember the group of Heavenly Beings and Five Decline Warriors we met in the Kuling Mountain Stream of the Evil Emperor? Taoist and He Xianzi, etc. Wait, if these people can go to that place, they are obviously helpless casual cultivators. They have very smart minds and can be used!
What we are playing is a different kind of entertainment, which is to change the world of martial arts. Way!
I feel more and more that without wealth accumulation, the road to practice is too long and tiring!”
Li Guangling couldn’t help but scolded: “You are really not a normal person, don’t you? ”
Mr. Zhuge said: "If it works, this chat software..."
It was a bit difficult to speak, and he laughed dryly: "What's your name?"
Xin Zhuo narrowed his eyes: "KouKou or Wei Xin, how about that? My hometown boss Ma is rich!”
“What the hell?” Gou Xian shook his head, “You are the big boss! Having been a king, he is loud, domineering, and naughty!"
Xin Zhuo hesitated, the ghost name was too unpleasant.
Li Guangling retorted: "It's better to call Sister-in-law Li to chat, it's down-to-earth!"
Xin Zhuo sighed: "Wangtiandi Internet Cafe, suddenly I feel that this name is surprisingly good!"
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Daqian Holy Dynasty, the first year of Kaisheng, early winter.
A not-so-luxurious demon carriage drove out from the ruins of Buddha City and headed straight for Qiongxiao, the imperial capital of Daqian Saint.
The distance is ninety-eight thousand seven hundred and sixty miles. If one travels day and night at the speed of a Yuanji warrior, the journey would only take twenty days. However, with the speed of this carriage with three snake-scale monster horses, it is hard to say how long it will take.
Fortunately, the eight auras all around, although looming, are always supervising, but not urging.
......
In a big mountain in the south, Mr. Dongfang silently watched the carriage leave, with a particularly gloomy expression: "Please go to the Daqian Imperial Capital to design a plan to get rid of this kid!"< br>
On the other side, Lord Mie Ling sat cross-legged on the top of the tree and said tiredly: "Let the superior saint Qin Guiyi go to work!"
"Uncle Qi Sha, please go!" Dayan Zong was the closest to the carriage for the seventh time, his eyes full of hostility and anger.
No one can understand the complex emotions and inexplicable anxiety in their hearts at this moment, and no one can understand their horror when they hear Xin Zhuo’s current cultivation level and situation!
They thought that it would be difficult for this boy to survive the five declines of the heavenly realm. However, in just over forty years, he not only crossed over at an incomprehensible speed, but even reached the six forests of Yuanji.
Frankly speaking, this growth rate is beyond their understanding.
The key point is that this kid can't be killed no matter how hard he kills him. Even the quasi-sage will feel a deep sense of frustration.
And this kid is very evil. There is no guarantee that he will not retaliate if he becomes a saint in the future.
They suddenly felt that Xin Zhuo had become a hot iron ball, which could not be smashed and was hot to the touch.
……
The carriage moves slowly and leisurely.
Three days later, they met the 300,000 elite cadres who had been reorganized and came to suppress the eight countries, but the leader was no longer Ji Pixuan.
I am afraid that this boy has already returned to the Daqian Imperial Capital first.
The army made way for itself and opened a passage. As the carriage passed by, it was difficult for the large number of soldiers not to look curiously at the person and the dog in the carriage. It was this guy who was ordinary except for his good looks. After nearly annihilating Daqian's Hundred Battles army, there was already a quarrel in Daqian's court and in Daqian's army.
Therefore, it is inevitable for a large number of generals to point their fingers.
"Wangwang..." Xiao Huang called to the big soldiers outside the carriage with an evil look on his face.
Xin Zhuo gave it a slap: "What the hell are you barking at?"
The carriage went farther and farther, and the generals and commanders of Daqian suddenly realized, why did he use "you"?
In early winter, the scenery along the way is not very beautiful. The mountain peaks are "bald", the rivers are frozen, and the birds are invisible. There are ruins after the Daqian campaign and people begging for food and clothing everywhere.
The only thing worth admiring is the frost flowers everywhere in the morning when the carriage enters the wilderness.
On the thirty-seventh day, the carriage stopped in a small town.
The town is not famous, nor is it a tourist attraction or a martial arts holy land. However, there is a huge lake hundreds of miles wide due south of it. The name of this lake is "Jishuitan".
Xin Zhuo took Xiao Huang to the flower shop in the town and bought a lot of bouquets, and also bought three large pieces of papyrus used by the people to pay homage to their ancestors.
Then one person and one dog arrived at the "Jishuitan" and looked around in a daze.
This "Jishui Pond" is where he went to Demon Hill to save his mother and fight against forty-seven great sages.
He promised those people that he would tell them what the golden age of martial arts would be like in the future, but he never fulfilled it.
Not far away is a huge and dilapidated stone tablet that has been eroded by the wind:
"In a certain month of a certain year, Jiang Yuqing, the king of Western Qin County, killed forty-seven great sages with the great sage realm, six of them. A man of the Taoism, his unparalleled appearance will be left for future generations to appreciate... and remember as a souvenir!"
There are also words like "Zhang Zewei, a personal witness to Dazhou Lizhou", "Personal witness to Sixi Kingdom Tuotuoqi" and so on! .
This stone monument is a few years old. I remember it was crowded with people back then, but now we see it again, things have changed and people have changed.
Following the stone monuments, we arrived at a remote place, where there were some faint tombstones: the Tomb of Miao Sisi, the Tomb of Dugu Hongye, etc.
A bunch of Shintos!
A legendary figure like Shintoko is now extinct. No one mentions it. Xin Zhuo can't even remember what the hell Shintoko is.
He placed flowers in front of the tombstone, burned paper money, sat cross-legged and watched the clouds in the sky change in a daze. He was full of words and could not say anything when he came to his mouth.
After struggling for a long time, he said: "This prosperous age of martial arts is actually not interesting at all!"
"Brother Xin!"
At this moment, a figure in the distance flashed from the lake. With white clothes fluttering, he cupped his fists and saluted: "His Majesty Qiandi issued three imperial edicts in succession, asking you to rush to the imperial capital as soon as possible!"
Xin Zhuo He raised his head and saw an acquaintance, Feng Shuning, the daughter of Feng Sihu, the left prime minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Her white clothes seemed to be some kind of official robe.
Aware of Xin Zhuo's curious eyes, Feng Shuning smiled and said: "The eldest daughter of the Feng family in Hantan in thirty thousand years, a disciple of the Ji family, is now an official in Daqian!"
Xin Zhuo Nodding, even if a dog from Da Zhou jumped out now and said it was a son of a certain family or the Holy Land, he would still believe it.
He looked around. The eight quasi-saint figures were much clearer than before, and there was a faint threat. He had to get up and pat his butt and leave. He didn't even bother to ask why Empress Dagan was so anxious to see him. ?
Blind date?
Day 47.
The carriage swayed forward, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, dressed in white, with bright eyes and white teeth, happy and sweet, he cupped his fists and saluted: "Jiang...Brother Xin, I am the Princess Wuyou back then. , I was only eight years old when you left, but do you still remember His Majesty’s seventh imperial edict, asking you to go faster?”
Day 62.
Another figure appeared in front of the carriage, also in white official robes. He said with a cold face: "Tuo Ba Ling'er, Brother Xin, do you still remember? Your Majesty, the ninth imperial edict..."
Seventy-three days.
Another figure appeared in front: "Your Majesty's tenth imperial edict, please hurry up, Brother Xin!"
Day 81!
Blizzard, the sky and earth are covered in heavy makeup, and the wind is biting.
Qiongxiao Holy City, the capital of the Daqian Empire, has arrived!
(End of this chapter)