"I originally wanted to dance with you. It would be best if I did a rap, but you don't seem to be in a good mood."
The uncle grabbed a glass of wine from the void, then grabbed a glass of ice-cold Coke and said, "Tell me what happened."
Zhang Yuanqing immediately told his uncle about the Five Elements Alliance's plan and his attitude towards the Guangming Compass.
"Take coercive measures?" The uncle sneered: "I stand still, and they can't touch me. As for the succubus, even the demigods of evil professions are not willing to provoke them, so the Five Elements Alliance can only talk big words."
Please show me the charm of the succubus when you have time, uncle! Zhang Yuanqing said heartily.
"Neither Succubus nor I like the leader of the Taiyi Sect." The uncle shook the red wine glass, leaned lazily on the sofa, and said with a smile: "Because he is a sixth-form fisherman at work."
"What?" Zhang Yuanqing was stunned.
The scum of the family always talks nonsense and has no beginning or end. Even I, who claims to be the heir, often cannot keep up with the other person's rhythm.
The uncle took a swig of red wine and said angrily:
"Isn't it true? The demigods of our lawful camp are fighting to the death, and even lecherous people like the succubi have followed me out to fight. Look at the Lord of the Stars, what has he done?
"Those who don't know better think that he is the background set by the author of the novel."
The uncle put down the wine glass and shrugged: "So, why should I help that old man become the Lord of the Sun? He is not the successor of my mantle."
Zhang Yuanqing sighed: "Uncle, at this point, we have no choice. Supporting the Master of the Taiyi Sect to ascend to the throne of the Lord of the Sun is the only choice. The Lord of the Sun cannot become a degenerate, no matter how much you worry about the Master of the Taiyi Sect.
And doubt, once he becomes the Lord of the Sun, he must be of the lawful alignment."
The uncle put down his wine glass and stared into his nephew's eyes. He, who had always been indifferent, showed a rare seriousness and solemnity, and asked slowly:
"Motoko, if you give up becoming the Lord of the Sun, then the Succubus and I will hand over the fragments of the Compass of Light. But I want to hear what you say with my own mouth."
Zhang Yuanqing's lips moved slightly, wanting to say something, but the words "I do" could not come out.
An inexplicable emotion deep in his heart stopped him.
"That's right..." The uncle returned to his carefree attitude, "I am the demigod of the void, the successor of my mantle. If I can't become a demigod, how can I gain a foothold in the world if word spreads?"
Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing became vigilant and said: "Uncle, the marshal seems to doubt our relationship. If the Five Elements Alliance traces my identity..."
"Don't worry. When the time comes, if the gap between you and the peak master is too big, I will compromise. He who knows the current affairs is a hero." My uncle is able to bend and stretch.
The uncle took a sip of red wine and Zhang Yuanqing took a sip of coke. The former said:
"Let's talk about the single-pass knight. I gave him an ancient training secret book for the knight profession. That secret book is most suitable for sharpening on the battlefield and practicing small achievements, which can give him a short burst of early-level eight combat power.
"This is his only hope. If it succeeds, we can prepare to enter the Holy See's treasure house. If it fails, there is no need to mention the Holy See's treasure house."
The single pass knight was really miserable. I had been struggling for half my life, and finally received an S-level copy... Zhang Yuanqing silently prayed for Zhai Cai in his heart and sighed:
"Xiao Fu told me that this is caused by the increasing number of bugs in the spiritual realm. If Zhai Cai dies in the dungeon, the treasures of the Holy See that have been planned for several months will be in vain. It is not as good as God."
After sighing, he turned to say:
"Uncle, in five days, I will enter the gang dungeon of the White Tiger Soldiers again. Before entering the dungeon, I want to go to the Secret of the Five Elements dungeon first," he said.
He wanted to see Brother Bing, and also, to see the bad handsome man.
The bad handsome man's waist card was obtained in the "Five Elements Rebellion" dungeon. According to the Tang Dynasty dungeon he was attacked on the plane and forced to enter, the bad handsome man was skilled in the five elements and was suspected of being an immortal. Through these details
It is not difficult to deduce the whereabouts of the bad handsome man.
The uncle raised his eyebrows and nodded slowly: "Okay!"
Zhang Yuanqing stood up and left, walked to the door, turned back, took out the ink jade brave, and said:
"Uncle, please help me keep this prop for a few days."
The uncle cast a puzzled look: "Why?"
Zhang Yuanqing’s expression was bitter: “I can’t keep up with my nutrition.”
…
In the next few days, Zhang Yuanqing stayed in Fujiawan during the day and returned home after sunset to accompany his grandparents.
Chen Shu and the scum of the family are both unqualified children. In the end, it was his aunt and him who shouldered the burden of accompanying the old man.
During this period, he entered a dungeon and worked with Princess Yinyao to refine the Inferi. Among the soldiers of the Juque Army, all the well-preserved bodies were collected by Princess Yinyao.
There are forty-six in total, thirty-two extraordinary and fourteen saints. There will be no shortage of cannon fodder for a long time to come.
Unfortunately, both the Imperial Master and Tuoba Guanghe died without complete bodies and could not be recycled. However, even if the complete bodies were obtained, Zhang Yuanqing could not refine them.
He occasionally helped Li Dongze handle some Songhai cases. Since the disaster caused by the disappearance of merit points, although the public has "accepted" the theory of viral infection, it is an established fact that the existence of superpowers is known to the public.
So the cult began to take root and grow in student groups, worker groups, aunt groups, and social idlers groups.
Some of them are fraud groups that defraud money under the guise of obtaining superpowers, and some are created by evil professions who see opportunities to develop human power.
The former are dealt with by security guards, while the latter are handed over to official organizations.
Those at the middle and lower levels are busy with major cases every day, working overtime, and are exhausted. They have completely bid farewell to the peaceful life of leisurely life.
Whether it's the official government or the evil camp, people are dying every day.
There are battle reports, obituaries, gags, and jokes on the forum every day. There are fewer and fewer people making fun posts.
Chaos has arisen!
It's just that Zhang Yuanqing has gradually lost contact with the joys and sorrows, life and death of these low-level people. He focuses on higher-level games and fights.
…
Xiahou family.
The large drone, about four meters long, flew slowly over the family community, its four propeller blades making harsh noises.
Xiahou Aotian, who had been hanging in the sky for four days, gritted his teeth and said:
"Old man, when you fully recover your strength, we will storm into the house and force the ancestors to kneel down and admit their mistakes."
The old alchemist's sneer came from the black iron ring:
"The way to death! Don't involve me."
Even in the era known as the "Immortal Qin", there were very few immortal-level masters who could enter the palace to assassinate the First Emperor.
"Old man, do you think my ancestors are afraid of my potential when they treat me like this?" Xiahou Aotian said.
Alchemists of the Qin Dynasty reported mental fluctuations:
"You do not deserve!
"To a certain extent, the ancestors of the Xiahou family are extremely tolerant to you, so tolerant that it surprises me.
"If it is one of my descendants who makes rude remarks over and over again, I have already cleaned up the family."
Xiahou Aotian's face straightened up, and he looked thoughtful: "It turns out that I have always regarded my ancestor as an imaginary enemy."
Seeing this, the alchemists of the Qin Dynasty were inevitably relieved.
He could understand why Xiahou Renxian was tolerant. This heir was extremely talented and had unlimited potential. What was commendable was that he had an innocent heart.
He is obsessed with academics and research. In his free time, he only does three things: reading novels, watching cartoons, and showing his saints in front of others.
He disdains power, money, and beauty, and knows nothing about human relations.
This is not what a pure heart is.
Xiahou Aotian is a white lotus that grows out of the mud of power and desire, although this lotus has been hated by people and dogs since he was a child.
At this time, Xiahou Aotian, who was deep in thought, said in a tone of sudden realization:
"It turns out that my ancestors have already surrendered to me."
...The alchemists of the Qin Dynasty were easily angered, but when it came to Xiahou Aotian, he could not help but be angry: "Is this your understanding of the tolerance of ancestor Xiahou?"
"Is not it?"
"A child cannot be taught, and a rotten tree cannot be carved."
While talking, Xiahou Aotian, who was hanging in the air, saw a starlight rising in the distance, transforming into the appearance of Yuanshi Tianzun.
"..." Xiahou Aotian's handsome face flashed with embarrassment, shame and embarrassment for a moment.
Zhang Yuanqing swept forward, ignored the several divine thoughts coming from below, and said: "Why are you still hanging in the sky?"
"Our ancestors were jealous of the wise and capable." Xiahou Aotian said plausibly.
"Say less, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to get you." Zhang Yuanqing said angrily.
His eyes searched below and locked onto the area with the most lush vegetation in the community, where there was an old courtyard with white walls and black tiles. The scene inside the courtyard was obscured by a thick fog, making it impossible to see clearly.
"Is that where Xiahou's ancestors retreated?" he asked.
Xiahou Aotian nodded.
Why do the demigods of the spiritual realm family like to be the dead house? Zhang Yuanqing muttered, turning into a golden light and landing at the entrance of the courtyard.
He bowed and saluted calmly, as if he had forgotten the conflict between himself and the Xiahou family, and said loudly:
"Junior Yuanshi Tianzun, I have met the Xiahou Demigod."
A cold, emotionless voice came from the yard, with a long final note: "What's the matter?"
Zhang Yuanqing maintained his bowing posture: "This junior has something to ask Xiahou Aotian, senior, please be accommodating."
"Yes!" A reply came from the yard. After a pause, the vague and cold voice said again: "Tell Xiahou Aotian that next time he disrespects his ancestors, I will hang him up for a month."
"Junior will inform him." Zhang Yuanqing tried not to laugh out loud.
Xiahou Aotian, who was in the air, suddenly felt that the rope binding his body was loosened, and turned into a meandering golden light, flying into the ancient house.
He moved his numb and stiff limbs, quickly looked at the ancient house, and said loudly: "Ancestor, have you surrendered a long time ago?"
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yuanqing, who returned in the form of starlight, covered his mouth with force, flew far away, and disappeared into the horizon.
Away from the Xiahou family's territory, Xiahou Aotian forcefully broke away from Zhang Yuanqing's hand and frowned:
"Why are you looking for me? Are you going to enter the dungeon again? No, I haven't told the whole family about clearing the A-level dungeon yet."
Do you need to tell me? Every time you go to your ancestors to show off, it means you have gained something outside. The Xiahou family has already guessed it... Zhang Yuanqing said:
"I'll take you to an interesting place. Of course, if you don't want to go, just give me the ring."
He pointed at the black iron wrench on Xiahou Aotian's thumb.
Seeing that the conversation had reached this point, the alchemist of the Qin Dynasty took the initiative to "speak" and sent out mental fluctuations:
"You're looking for me?"
Zhang Yuanqing nodded, "I want to enter a dungeon and meet someone."
"Who is it?" asked the Qin Dynasty alchemist.
"Maybe it's the First Emperor!" Zhang Yuanqing said.
Intense mental fluctuations came from the black iron wrench.
