Chapter 1060 Their own bargaining chips
When Fu Qingzhou and Baihe Zhenren "visited" the Styx Valley together and finally came to the large stone tablet engraved with the martial arts, the sound of footsteps in the distance also approached.
When I turned around, I saw that it was Ning Wuwang and Zhao Liang.
Seeing them, Baihe Zhenren immediately began to brew murderous intent in his eyes, without any hiding!
Ning Wuwang narrowed his eyes slightly, and his body showed a sense of vigilance. He gently put a hand on the rope that fixed the coffin on his shoulder.
Fu Qingzhou's eyes were quickly locked by the coffin - he had already guessed who the person in the coffin was!
Zhao Liang's eyes were locked on the stone tablet at the first time.
The four of them looked at each other, but they also took them back in a very short time and looked at each other. "It seems that the four of us have their own wishes." Fu Qingzhou was the first to speak.
He smiled slightly and spread his hands: "But I really didn't expect that the prince would come in condescendingly."
"You chose the address in the Styx Valley, isn't you sure that I will come?"
Zhao Liang also had a smile on his face.
He looked up at the surroundings leisurely: "What a wonderful place, beautiful and magical! "
The Styx Valley is now in ruins. Not long ago, Fu Qingzhou and Biyun had a fight with each other, and fought with Huo Yaer, which made the place collapse. This place has long been deserted, and there are ghost spirits everywhere, dark and dark. Where did Zhong Lingyu and magical skills come from?
"Haha, the prince is here to travel around."
The real man Baihe finally couldn't help but speak, and sneered: "Your two allies have been killed now, and Marshal Hong has also hit your doorstep. I really admire you for your leisure."
"They are not important."
Zhao Liang smiled dissatisfiedly: "When the emperor was in power, he had long been dissatisfied with the Yuan family and the Lan family, and we always had to attack them."
"But without them, you can't even win."
Baihe Zhenren still sneered: "Or, do you like to dream?"
"I said, they are not important."
Zhao Liang still smiled: "It's not only them, too many things in this world are not important. What matters are always someone... Baihe, the boy around you is the best proof of this sentence."
Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows.
"I don't agree."
He curled his lips and said, "It is forbidden to provide personal heroism. The people are the creators of history and the decisive force of social change. The people's historical view is more scientific and materialistic than the heroic view of history." Zhao Liang's face was slightly different.
He looked at Fu Qingzhou: "You changed the world with your own strength, but said...this thing?"
"Is there anything strange?" Fu Qingzhou spread his hands: "When you are having an epidemic or a flood, if you don't have the help of friends in the world, the civilian doctors, and the people's spontaneous awakening, can I successfully step on your conspiracy? When you were causing trouble in southern Xinjiang, there were not those tens of thousands of Miao soldiers. How can I stop the demons from entering the Central Plains by myself?"
"I was not there for those three years. If there were no rebels or officials who insisted on the Qingliu in the court, how can I stop you? Among the Northern Barbarians, if there were no tens of thousands of passionate men in the Northern Army, how can I do it just by pretending to be a god?"
He looked at Zhao Liang with a hint of disdain in his eyes: "Your Majesty, you can't realize it, I'm a little underestimating you." Zhao Liang, who had been stabbed by Baihe's real person a few words before, had not changed color at all, curled up his smile.
At the same time, Ning Wuwang also took a step forward.
"Fu Qingzhou, if you invite us here, I believe it is not a verbal battle."
He said lightly, "What do you want to do, it is better to make it clear."
"I know, what do you want to get in the Styx Valley?" Fu Qingzhou said slowly, "Of course, you know what we want."
"Then, what we have to do next is very simple."
He laughed: "Let's put out the chips that we can exchange to see if we can negotiate a deal. If it doesn't work... This is also a very good place to fight."
Ning Wuwang's pupils moved slightly.
The real person Baihe changed slightly and turned his head to look at Fu Qingzhou. It was obvious that it was the first time she knew what he was thinking. She frowned slightly. It was obvious that this behavior made her not very satisfied, but in the end she said nothing.
Zhao Liang did not regain his smile, but said coldly: "Do you use the affairs of the country and the world like a child's game? Interesting, I am interested... Wuwang."
"Yes."
Ning Wuwang responded, untied the coffin behind him, and stood it on the ground with a loud bang. He pushed the palm of his palm, and the lid of the coffin turned around and opened, revealing the people inside.
Fu Qingzhou and Baihe Zhenren's eyes moved at the same time.
The person in the coffin is Qiu Chan!
She had a rosy complexion and breathed evenly, and her hands crossed to her chest, and the one she held was the Yi Jian.
"I use this woman as a bargaining chip to exchange for the orthodox Nine-Turn Magical Art of the Styx."
Zhao Liang carried his hands on his back and said seriously: "How?"
"No."
Fu Qingzhou's eyes became cold and cold: "I will only give you half a volume."
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After saying that, he stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.
A thick black fog suddenly rose in the deep valley - this black fog walked against the ground, like a thin stream of water spreading rapidly from the bottom of the four people's feet. At the same time, it also climbed up the stone tablet not far behind Fu Qingzhou, covering all the words on the stone tablet.
But it is not entirely covered either.
The next moment, these black mists climbed to the top of the stone tablet, condensed above it, and turned into floating black characters.
"A gentleman is open and honest."
Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "The Nine Turns of the Styx River is divided into four volumes, one volume of the Martial Arts, one volume of the Spiritual Arts, one volume of the Cave Heaven, and one volume of the Xuanxing... Here is a half volume of the Spiritual Arts."
Ning Wuwang frowned and snorted coldly: "Fu Qingzhou, Qiu Chan is only in your heart, there is only such a status?"
"No, Chan'er is in my heart, and there is nothing to compare with."
Fu Qingzhou smiled and said lightly, "I don't care what you gave. I just care what I gave. Now I only want to make half a scroll. Do you change it?"
"No." Zhao Liang said coldly, "There is also a righteous sword in the coffin. You only hand it over to me with half a scroll of martial arts. It would be too stingy."
"Hahaha, okay."
Fu Qingzhou smiled and snapped his fingers again.
As the black fog rolled, several new black words rose again above the stone tablet.
"Martial Arts Half-Check."
He curled the corners of his mouth: "Prince, what chips do you want?"
Zhao Liang's eyes became even more gloomy.
"You are not sincere, which makes me less interested."
He said slowly: "I don't want to play house games..."
As he said that, Zhao Liang actually stretched out his hands and slowly pulled open the collar of his chest. "Since this is the case, why don't we both show our trump cards and see if this business is worth doing?"
After he said this, the collar on his chest finally completely pulled open.
In Zhao Liang's chest, there was a face "grown", and that face... everyone knows it!
Master Huikong's face was completely embedded in Zhao Liang's chest and completely grew with his flesh and blood. That face barely maintained compassion and peace, but the ultimate pain in that face was clearly conveyed to everyone's heart!
(This chapter ends)