A luxurious carriage came from the main road and stopped in the square outside the Tianji Tower. The twelve horsemen accompanying it reined in their horses.
Zheng Wenhan, who was wearing a scarlet robe, stepped out of the car on a wooden stool and ordered those around him: "You guys will wait here for a moment!"
After saying that, he lowered his hands and walked toward the Tianji Tower with his sleeves fluttering.
The Tianji Building is a tower with a spire and eight floors. Each floor has flying eaves and a viewing gallery. When the late emperor received the elixir and was greatly delighted, he spent huge sums of money from the treasury and recruited skilled craftsmen to build this building for the imperial master.
On the day of completion, the late emperor wrote an inscription in his royal pen: "The merits of the work are taken into account by nature, and the secrets of heaven are revealed."
Name: Tianji Tower.
Climbing the white marble carved stone steps and entering the main building, Zheng Wenhan saw a middle-aged man wearing a Tai Chi Taoist robe, holding Fuchen in his hand, standing there quietly with a smile on his face: "Prime Minister Zheng, the Imperial Master has been waiting for a long time.
Already."
Zheng Wenhan raised his eyebrows: "Does the Imperial Master know that I'm coming?"
The middle-aged Taoist priest said with a smile: "Everything in the world is under the control of the national master."
Does the Imperial Preceptor know where Zhao Shun is hiding? Zheng Wenhan nodded slightly and said, "Please lead the way, I want to see the Imperial Preceptor."
The middle-aged Taoist priest shook his head: "The national master is practicing in seclusion. It has reached a critical moment. Before the ceremony of worshiping heaven begins, no outsiders will be seen." Zheng Wenhan frowned: "I have urgent matters."
The Yang family has been aware of his plot. In the past two days, they have been writing letters of protest to the ministers of the DPRK and China, asking to see the emperor. At the same time, the Yang family's guards, the captive guest ministers, and the city defense army in charge are all taking active actions.
Seems to be looking for something.
This made it difficult for him to use the city defense troops and officers and soldiers to search for Zhao Shun.
If the delay continues, the Zheng family will have no choice but to rebel.
Zhao Shun must be killed before the heaven-sacrifice ceremony, and then a mutiny can be launched in the name of Qing Jun, and the puppets in the palace must be killed. Such a major event can be decided.
But now Zhao Shun can't be found.
The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled and took out a bag of tips from his sleeve and handed it over: "The Imperial Master knows everything."
Zheng Wenhan opened the kit, took out the note inside, unfolded it and saw that the word "Shen Rui" was written on the paper.
His pupils contracted slightly.
The middle-aged Taoist priest still smiled: "In the past two days, Prime Minister Zheng asked the city defense troops to keep an eye on the inner and outer cities. If there was a conflict, they would be surrounded by a large army and killed without mercy! In three days, the ceremony of worshiping the heaven will be held, so don't delay it."
Zheng Wenhan put away his tips: "The truth is clear."
When Zheng Wenhan walked out of the Tianji Building, the middle-aged Taoist priest took out another tip bag: "Junior Sister, go ahead."
A sweet-looking but indifferent woman wearing Tai Chi Taoist robes appeared, took the kit, and disappeared.
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[Ding! Congratulations on completing the side mission: surviving for 72 hours.]
[Ding! Mission rewards, unlock saint realm spiritual power and items. 】
[Ding! Activate the side mission: Rescue Wang Xiu!]
[Ding! Activate the side mission: Conquer the Qinglong Gang.]
Zhang Yuanqing's forehead, which was lying on a simple bed, felt hot, and the lunar mark appeared, turning into a bright nebula, and the majestic and pure power of stars and lunar power poured into his body.
The body is like a dry sponge, greedily absorbing the two forces, and does not stop until it reaches the peak of level 4.
Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes. His eyes, which had looked dim due to illness, became bright and energetic, like stars.
"Back to the peak of level 4!" After feeling his physical condition, he opened the inventory, took out a saint-quality elixir, and swallowed it.
The germs in his body were spread by level 6 saints. With the healing power of the Night Travel God, supplemented by special medical elixirs, he could barely save his life and lost all his combat power. Even if he returned to the level 4 saint realm, he would not be able to survive.
Rely on self-immunity to heal.
Then, he opened the inventory and checked. The low-quality props of the saint realm were unlocked, while the medium- and high-quality props were sealed. The former corresponded to level 4, and the latter corresponded to level 5 and level 6.
"Fortunately, I collected a lot of low-quality props while I was in New York County. Otherwise, a prop master like me, who has nothing but the best props, would be dumbfounded when encountering this situation." Zhang Yuanqing rejoiced and then closed the inventory.
Review the copy tasks.
The main mission has not changed, and the notes have not changed either.
The side tasks have been changed. They are no longer about survival time, but become clearly pointed tasks.
This is a good thing. As long as he completes a side task, he can unlock part of his strength, and he no longer has to wait for as long as the previous two times. Staying for a long time is a hard rule and is not conducive to performance. Only such directional tasks can show high performance.
Play operations.
"Two side missions, rescuing Wang Xiu: Conquering the Qinglong Gang. Can the Qinglong Gang be a friendly force? Well, the Qinglong Gang is on the side of righteousness, which is completely different from the Zheng family. They hate Zhao Shun because of his incompetence and harm to the country and the people. In essence,
, What the Qinglong Gang hates are those who harm the country."
"But if you want to conquer the Qinglong Gang, it's a bit difficult. We must first rescue Wang Xiu."
Zhang Yuanqing silently started working on the dungeon strategy in his mind.
He sat up, put aside Jiang Jingwei's thigh that was resting on his belly, and used a big penis to wake him up.
Jiang Jingwei was very angry when he got up. He stood up and wanted to fight him, but Zhang Yuanqing suppressed him on the bed with one hand. No matter how much he fluttered and resisted, it was in vain.
Jiang Jingwei suddenly stopped and said in shock: "You have recovered? You have recovered your level!"
She immediately said angrily: "My side mission is still not completed."
"There is no need to rush for such a long-running plot copy." Zhang Yuanqing got out of bed, put on a coarse coat, and strode out of the room. Wang Beiwang was holding a bundle of hay to feed the horse. When he saw him coming out, he said calmly:
"I have already thought of a way. It is rumored in the market that the Zheng and Yang families are in hot water. Since the Zheng family wants to rebel, then go to the Yang family for help. I will find a way to bring you to meet the Yang family.
"The Zheng family must have expected it, so next, we have to think about how to meet the Yang family safely."
He thought of many ways last night, and the best option was to ask the elders and leader of the Qinglong Gang for help. However, considering that the gang leader hated evil and hated Hun Jun, he would probably slap him to death when he saw Hun Jun.
Elder Xu is still able to communicate, but he majors in fire-based skills. He has been in the world for many years and is known as the "Wild Fire God".
So I settled for the next best thing and went to see the Yang family.
"What happened after meeting the Yang family? You all know that the Zheng family must be secretly watching. If I take over the Yang family, the Zheng family will have no choice but to fight to the death and officially rebel. Don't forget, most of the city defense forces are controlled by the Zheng family.
Here, the Zheng family's gang members are spread all over the government and the public, and there is also the support of the imperial master. This matter is at odds with the Zheng family, and I have no chance of winning." Zhang Yuanqing rejected it outright.
Wang Beiwang sneered: "So you want to hide here until the day of the heaven-sacrifice ceremony? You are indeed a coward, greedy for life and afraid of death."
Zhang Yuanqing stood with his hands behind his back and scolded: "You are so bold and unruly, how dare you disrespect me. Believe it or not, I will take you out and behead you."
The Hunjun suddenly became angry? Wang Beiwang was stunned, then suppressed his anger and asked: "Then what are your plans?"
Zhang Yuanyou said in a calm tone, "It's so boring to hide here all the time. Is there a Jiaofangsi or a brothel in the capital? Take me to have fun."
Wang Beiwang took it seriously and became furious: "Hunjun, you are still thinking about a woman when you are about to die. I will send you to die now."
He grabbed the sword at hand and stabbed him.
Everyone in the government and the public knew that the current emperor Zhao Shun was as lustful as his soul, and there were three thousand beauties in the palace. He still had to choose a concubine every year. Once he left the palace, he would definitely occupy a good family.
Those with excellent looks were brought back to the palace, while those with slightly lacking looks were left alone.
Facing the incoming sword, Zhang Yuanqing did not dodge. He pinched the sharp sword tip firmly with two fingers.
Wang Beiwang subconsciously sheathed his sword and found that the tip of the sword seemed to have melted into Hun Jun's finger and could not be pulled back at all. He used all his strength and the opponent's arm did not even tremble.
"You, you" Wang Beiwang looked at Hun Jun blankly.
Zhang Yuanqing let go of the tip of his sword, still stood with his hands behind his back, and said slowly: "To tell you the truth, I have been keeping a low profile and practicing my magic skills secretly. My strength is comparable to Tuoba's massacre, and my wisdom can compete with the imperial master of the dynasty. However, my talent is too evil, and I suffered.
God was jealous and sent down divine power to seal my cultivation."
"I was so disheartened that I let myself go and degenerated, and started a boring life of wine ponds and meat forests. Alas, I was wrong. My decadence harmed the people of the Southern Dynasty. Therefore, I changed my past and wanted to clean up the government and the opposition, and give back to the people of the Southern Dynasty.
Peace and prosperity."
He looked at Wang Beiwang and said: "Now that I have regained my supernatural power, Wang Beiwang, are you willing to help me put down the rebels and help the country?"
Wang Beiwang was dumbfounded.
…
The wheels were rattling as Wang Beiwang drove towards the inner city. The words of Hunjun just now echoed in his mind, and he was greatly shocked.
Years of experience, knowledge and reason in the world told him that the foolish king was deceiving him.
But the facts he saw with his own eyes made him unable to ignore them.
If this were not the case, how could Hunjun's strength soar? You must know that cultivation is difficult. He, Wang Beiwang, practiced swordsmanship for more than ten years before he achieved some success.
And among the famous masters in the world, which one is not in his forties?
His cultivation level skyrocketed overnight, which is unheard of.
The more Wang Beiwang thought about it, the more shocked he became. For the first time, he felt a sense of awe towards the Hunjun whom he had hated for so long, which he was unwilling to admit.
At this time, a burst of singing and dancing came to my ears, and the famous "Red Sleeve Pavilion" in the inner city arrived.
The Red Sleeve Pavilion is located next to the main road in the inner city. It is a two-story building covered with colorful flowers and red cloth. The beauties on the second floor lean on each other, and the young women in coquettish clothes laugh and curse, fight with each other, tremble with flowers, and deliberately
Do it for the passersby downstairs to see.
At the entrance of the restaurant, there was a turtle man who nodded and bowed to welcome customers, leading the thirsty young men into the building.
Wang Beiwang reined the horse in front of the "Red Sleeve Pavilion", threw a piece of silver to the approaching Turtle Gong, and ordered: "Take the horse to the backyard so that it can be fed."
Then he led Zhang Yuanqing and Jiang Jingwei who jumped off the carriage and entered. Another fisherman who didn't get the job was stunned and hurriedly stopped Xinran and said: "The Red Sleeve Pavilion does not accept female guests."
He glanced at Jiang Jingwei.
Zhang Yuanqing said casually: "She is a woman disguised as a man."
Who believes it? Just when Mr. Gui was about to dissuade him, he suddenly felt dizzy and his eyes were dull. After a few seconds, he returned to normal. He instinctively believed Zhang Yuanqing's words and led the three people inside.
Entering the building, Zhang Yuanqing glanced around. Directly opposite the door was a large stage covered with a thin red carpet, used for playing and singing. It was empty at this time.
There were not many guests in the lobby, only twos and threes were having breakfast, either alone or in the company of beautiful ladies.
Those who were alone were mostly prostitutes who rested in the building last night and left after breakfast. Those who were accompanied by beauties came here for morning exercises.
"Is this your first time here, or do you have ladies you know well?" Mr. Gui said with a smile, "The ladies are still sleeping, how about some of you have breakfast first?"
The three of them chose an empty table in the inner corner and ordered breakfast. Zhang Yuanqing said regretfully: "I came early, I came early! I forgot that brothels work at night."
Wang Beiwang looked at Mr. Turtle's back and asked tentatively: "Your Majesty, are you practicing illusion?"
"You call me Young Master outside," Zhang Yuanqing said, pretending to be profound: "Illusion is just a minor way. What I, the Young Master, practice is the method of forgiving ghosts and gods."
Wang Beiwang suddenly realized: "I heard from the leader of the gang that the national master can communicate with ghosts and gods, refine elixirs, determine solar terms, watch stars and tell fortunes. Are you a disciple of the national master?"
"He doesn't deserve it!" Zhang Yuanqing rolled his eyes and said before breakfast came: "Wang Beiwang, I will give you a task. After breakfast, you pretend to be a beggar and go around the five-mile radius of the Tianji Tower.
Shout: I am the reincarnation of Yuanshi Tianzun, and I am in urgent need of ten taels of silver to return to heaven. If any kind-hearted person can help me, I will make you the Jade Emperor when I return to heaven."
"If someone asks you where Yuanshi Tianzun is, bring that person over."
"I won't go." Wang Beiwang was very excited: "It's so embarrassing, but I am a famous swordsman in the world."
"You don't want to save Xiu'er anymore?"
"I" Wang Beiwang's expression was distorted.
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After breakfast, Wang Beiwang left the Red Sleeve Pavilion, found a beggar on the street, and exchanged his rags with two coins and the clothes on his body.
Then when the beggar looked at him as a fool, he took the broken bowl and left.
After walking a certain distance away from the beggar, Wang Beiwang looked around, hesitated again and again, and finally, under the motivation of "Xiu'er is the most important", he shouted: "I am the reincarnation of Yuanshi Tianzun, and I urgently need ten taels of silver to return to heaven. If any kind person can
Help me, and when you return to heaven, I will make you the Jade Emperor."
Pedestrians on the street looked at him with pity, shock, confusion, and crazy looks.
A strong sense of shame surged into his heart. Wang Beiwang's face was hot, his voice lowered unconsciously, he buried his head and left in a hurry.
After walking a long way, he regained his courage and shouted slogans loudly. Without exception, he received strange looks from passers-by.
This was repeated several times. After an hour, Wang Beiwang, who was shouting slogans, suddenly heard someone asking: "Yuanshi Tianzun?"