"Hey, as expected, in this Tianjian Mountain Range, the Millennium Snow Lotus has no competitiveness!"
Seeing the dejected Jian Xinchen who failed to offer the treasure, Jian Qingmei couldn't help but asked: "Senior Brother Xinchen, what on earth is going on?"
"This young man's attainments in divine literature are very impressive, far better than those of us old guys." Jian Xinchen adjusted his mood and regained his gentle expression, "You are so young, and I don't know how he was cultivated. He is really a formidable young man.
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"Is this true?" A look of disbelief appeared on Jian Qingmei's face, "But he is not from the Holy Land. Even if he has studied ancient divine texts, how can he defeat everyone present?"
"Isn't this kid from the Holy Land?" Jian Xinchen was stunned when he heard this, and suddenly thought of something, "Then can we take him under our wing? This is definitely a treasure!"
"This... I'm afraid it won't work." Jian Qingmei said with a bitter smile.
I'm afraid no one in the entire Tianjian Villa has this qualification.
She secretly added in her heart.
"No? That's such a pity." Jian Xinchen sighed, "In my opinion, his attainments in divine literature are by no means inferior to those of Mr. Zhuge Qingjiang, the world's number one scholar of divine literature."
At this time, an elder walked out of the crowd excitedly, holding a book in his hand and walked away. Apparently, he had benefited greatly from Zhong Wen's interpretation.
After this person left, the surrounding Holy Land elders swarmed in again, offering various attractive offers in an attempt to impress Zhong Wen.
Among the crowd, Elder Jian Canglan had a tangled look on his face. He wanted to join in, but he couldn't keep his face.
Is this what it feels like to be an idol?
Zhong Wen was surrounded by a group of elderly people, and he was feeling a little carried away by the stars, when suddenly someone whispered in his ear: "How unbecoming is it to make such a noise!"
A white figure appeared in the center of the crowd at some point, only a few feet away from Zhong Wen.
White hair, white clothes, goatee.
"See the Saint!"
The moment they saw this figure, the originally noisy and chaotic eighth floor of the Sutra Pavilion suddenly fell into silence. Immediately afterwards, a group of elders saluted the man in white.
"I have seen the saint."
No matter how inflated he was, Zhong Wen was still extremely respectful when facing the Heavenly Sword Saint.
After all, this is a terrifying existence that can kill him with one finger.
"It's all gone." The Heavenly Sword Saint said calmly.
The people around him did not dare to disobey the saint's will. Although they were extremely reluctant to leave, they could only evacuate from the eighth floor of the Sutra Pavilion. Before leaving, many people looked at Zhong Wen secretly and looked at him with affection.
The look in his eyes gave him a chill and goosebumps all over his body.
"I originally thought that at such a young age, you could compete with Xing Luo, and you were already a peerless genius that would never be seen in a million years." When everyone dispersed, the Heavenly Sword Saint looked at Zhong Wen with his piercing eyes.
, "Unexpectedly, I still far underestimated your ability."
"The saint is so complimentary." Zhong Wen suddenly realized that he seemed to be too ostentatious and exposed too many of his trump cards in front of the Heavenly Sword Saint who was far more powerful than him.
He won't arrest me as a full-time translator, right?
Why should I make noises? Wouldn't it be nice for him to keep a low profile?
Thinking of spending the rest of his life in a small dark room, Zhong Wen couldn't help but break out in cold sweat on his forehead, feeling deeply regretful for his bloat and negligence.
The two looked at each other for a long time, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on the face of the Heavenly Sword Saint. He took out a thick book from his arms and handed it to Zhong Wen: "Do me a favor and translate this exercise."
, I owe you a favor."
Owe a favor? What the hell is a favor?
Could you please come up with something practical?
Zhong Wen considers himself a short-sighted and practical person, and he prefers tangible benefits to illusory "human feelings".
"Can I refuse?" he asked tentatively.
"Do you want to refuse?" The Heavenly Sword Saint looked at him with a half-smile.
"I don't dare." Zhong Wen smiled bitterly and took the technique, "Give me one night."
"There's no rush, just give it to me before you leave." The Heavenly Sword Saint waved his hand very generously.
"By the way, this favor." Zhong Wen suddenly said, "Can I use it now?"
"You are confident." The Heavenly Sword Saint was slightly startled when he heard this, "The ancient characters in this technique are enigmatic and not so easy to decipher."
"Since I promised, I will naturally do it." Zhong Wen's eyes showed confidence.
The Heavenly Sword Saint looked directly into his eyes, and after a long time, he slowly said: "What do you want me to do?"
"I hope you can give Qiqi some pointers." Zhong Wen said seriously, "Although I don't want her to change her name to 'Jian Qiqi', I have to admit that you are the most suitable person in this world to teach her."
"You translate the skills." A hint of approval and relief flashed in the eyes of the Heavenly Sword Saint, "I promise you that I will give that little girl a great opportunity."
"Thank you saint for making it possible."
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After a period of bloody darkness, the Daqian Empire finally saw the light of day again.
This day is the day when His Majesty the Emperor will sweep away the bandits and return victoriously.
The entire imperial capital was immersed in a sea of joy.
Considering that rebellion and war had a considerable impact on the empire's national strength, Li Jiuye specially ordered that all etiquette and celebrations to welcome his triumphant victory should be simplified.
However, despite repeated "admonitions" from officials, the people of the imperial capital still "spontaneously" formed a fanatical procession to welcome the arrival. Before dawn, they dragged their families to the outside of the city and formed two lines that stretched for several miles.
There was a long queue, wanting to catch a glimpse of His Majesty the Emperor's peerless elegance.
"His Majesty the Emperor is victorious!"
The returning army gradually appeared in the sight of the people of the imperial capital. Looking at the handsome man in golden clothes walking at the front of the team, people on both sides knelt down and shouted in unison.
Although Li Jiuye had the cultivation of a spiritual master, he still rode on a tall horse and walked slowly with the soldiers behind him. On the other unicorn horse beside him, there was a man sitting upright. A simple man wearing a gourd on his back, a long sword on his waist, and a patch on his body.
He is the patron saint of the Daqian royal family and the strongest practitioner in the entire empire, Lord Jiu.
During this campaign to clear out the remnants of the traitors, Xuanyuan Wudi guarded the imperial capital as the commander of the imperial army, while Lord Jiu always accompanied the emperor and made great achievements in battle.
Looking at the beaming and crazy people of the imperial capital on both sides, Li Jiuye felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment.
He has already seen the good news on the Xiqi border. Now the Xiao family has been completely defeated, and the remaining forces left in various places have been wiped out by him. Even the few survivors have fled to the enemy country, and there is no one left to continue to compete with him. capital.
From this moment on, the entire Daqian Empire is under my control!
He felt the pride in his chest and couldn't help but roar. He jumped up and hung in mid-air. He drew out the sword from his waist and raised it above his head. Countless dragon-shaped sword energy flowed around him, with bright golden light and momentum. Magnificent, like a god descending to earth, it makes people unable to help but have the heart to worship.
"Long live His Majesty the Emperor, long live, long live!"
Ordinary people have never seen such a spectacular sight, and they are all excited and cheering.
If the previous joy was somewhat of a performance, then after seeing Li Jiuye's astonishing power, the people really felt a bit proud, and they shouted "Long live" in their mouths. There is also more sincerity and less routine.
After some pretense, he finally returned to the horse with satisfaction, smiling at the enthusiastic people on both sides from time to time. In just a few miles, the team walked for nearly an hour.
The outline of the imperial capital city gate and the figures of the four princes gradually appeared in front of them.
Crown Prince Li Yan and Second Prince Li Rong stood on one side, while Third Prince Li Qing and Fourth Prince Li Xian, who was only ten years old, stood on the other side of the city gate.
Behind the four people, a group of courtiers lined up neatly in two rows, all with smiles on their faces, but with different thoughts.
"Welcome father!"
"Welcome Your Majesty!"
Seeing Li Jiuye, the four princes knelt down respectfully and saluted, followed closely by the courtiers.
"Pingsheng!"
Li Jiuye laughed, and in a flash, he appeared in front of the third prince Li Qing. He stretched out his hand to help him up: "Third brother, I have really worked hard on you during my absence."
On the other side, Crown Prince Li Yan and Second Prince Li Rong had shock and anger in their eyes at the same time. Li Yan clenched his right hand into a fist in his sleeve and dug his nails into his flesh, carving a deep mark.
His Majesty the Emperor actually went to help Prince Wu himself and left his three princes aside.
"Father, the matter of supervising the country is really not suitable for my son." Feeling the jealousy and resentment of the two brothers on the other side that had almost turned into reality, Li Qing said with a wry smile, "If you travel far away again in the future, what will happen to you?"
Please entrust important national affairs to His Highness the Crown Prince."
"Third brother, don't belittle yourself. You've done a great job." Li Jiuye smiled and touched the little head of the fourth prince Li Xian. "Even if I were in charge of it myself, I wouldn't be much better than you."
"My son is scared." Li Qing replied helplessly.
"Do you feel that running a country is more difficult than you imagined?" Li Jiuye taught earnestly, "That's because there are many people around you who are good at martial arts and few people who are good at literature. There is only one person who can really make suggestions for you.
woman."
Li Qing's expression remained unchanged and he nodded silently, but he was shocked in his heart. He realized that Li Jiuye knew the situation in his palace very well.
"Although practitioners are important, they cannot govern the country better." Li Jiuye then suggested, "It's time for you to build your own team, otherwise you have to do everything yourself, which is not a long-term solution after all."
Li Qing was shocked. He didn't know what kind of medicine Li Jiuye was selling in his gourd, so he didn't dare to answer the question for a while.
However, when the emperor's words fell into the ears of Li Yan and others, they were no more than a thunderous response from the ground, and even stirred up a storm in the hearts of all the ministers.
Only the Prince of the East Palace, the Crown Prince of the Empire, the future Emperor of Daqian, was qualified to build his own administrative team.
Could it be that... His Majesty wants to establish a crown prince instead?
His Majesty the Emperor first asked Prince Wu to supervise the country, and now he even persuaded him to set up his own team, which made everyone suspicious.
Li Yan's face was pale, his eyes were reddish, his body was trembling slightly, and his mind was completely blank.
The second prince Li Rong's small eyes rolled around, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Let's go back to the palace." Li Jiuye glanced at the two princes Li Yan and Li Rong beside him, and said with a slight smile, "It's been a long time since the whole family got together. Today is a good day. I will serve wine in the palace tonight, you all.
Come, call the girls too."
From entering the city gate to arriving at the palace, Prince Li Yan looked dull and confused all the way. He clearly had some cultivation in his body, but he found it extremely difficult to even fix his body on the horse.
What should I do? What should I do?
He was arrogant by nature, and he was always domineering in his dealings with others, which often offended the dignitaries of the imperial capital.
But with his status as the Prince of the East Palace, no one dared to argue with him.
When he thought that he had been reduced from an imperial prince to an ordinary prince, he couldn't help but feel a deep despair and fear in his heart. He felt that his eyes were filled with darkness, as if the sky was about to collapse.
When he was at a loss, his eyes suddenly met with Shu Shu, Minister of the Ministry of War.
Don't worry, I will always be on His Highness's side.
Shu Shu's eyes seemed to be conveying such a message.
This chapter has been completed!