"I'm going to go to Quanrong Mountain later to eat wine, drink meat and sleep with women. What are your plans?"

Xu Qian looked at Nangong Qianrou with a smile.

Nangong Qianrou wrinkled her delicate brows and sneered: "A gangland organization, what's the point of socializing?"

Xu Qian stopped smiling and said softly: "I am no longer a silver gong."

The teasing and disdain in Nangong Qianrou's eyes slowly subsided, and she seemed to have suddenly lost her interest in talking.

After a long while, he said calmly: "Go and join in the fun."

Hey, this doesn't look like Second Brother Nangong. Could it be that he's worried about me and afraid that this is the Hongmen Banquet set up by the Wulin Alliance? Xu Qian muttered to herself.

.............

Quanrong Mountain is steep and shrouded in clouds and mist.

This mountain is a famous cave paradise in Jianzhou, with lush forests, cranes and ape crows. Starting from the mountainside, courtyards and lofts are dotted all the way to the top of the mountain.

"Quirong Mountain is a scenic spot in Jianzhou. The main peak is majestic and the side peaks are beautiful. The main peak has a large waterfall that hangs tens of feet. During the rainy season, flash floods break out. Even a sixth-grade expert cannot withstand the erosion of the waterfall."

"I heard that there are eight thousand cavalry in the Wulin League headquarters, and they are the direct subordinates of the warrior who competed in the Central Plains back then."

After passing the tall archway at the foot of the mountain, Xu Qian sighed: "Eight thousand cavalry can sweep across Jianzhou. Why has the imperial court tolerated the existence of the Wulin Alliance for so many years?"

Nangong Qianrou listened to his chatter and was not interested in most of the topics. When she got to the last topic, she couldn't help but say:

"Because that common man had an agreement with Emperor Gaozu back then."

"What agreement?" Xu Qian's face was full of curiosity.

"How do I know? My adoptive father didn't tell me." Nangong Qianrou rolled her eyes.

Xu Qi'an continued to talk about Dashan: "The beauties in Wanhua Tower in Jianzhou are all charming and charming. If you are interested in taking one back to be a concubine, I'm sure Master Xiao will be very happy."

Nangong Qianrou simply ignored him.

"If it were me, I could bring Master Xiao back to the capital and be a concubine, that would be perfect."

"You don't seem to have a wife. If you are still working as a watchman, you are really not suitable to marry a woman from the world. As for now, she is more than enough to be your wife." Nangong Qianrou said.

"I can't do it, I can't do it." Xu Qian waved his hands repeatedly.

"Why?" Nangong Beauty frowned.

"I will leave the position of head wife to His Highness Lin'an or His Highness Huaiqing." Xu Qian said seriously.

"roll!"

Nangong Qianrou said angrily.

Even if you don’t believe it......

Soon, the two of them arrived at the compound at the main peak of Quanrong Mountain. After being notified by the alliance steward, they were ushered into the living room. In the hall sat Cao Qingyang, leader of the purple-robed alliance with dignified features and a dignified demeanor.

After a brief exchange of greetings, Cao Qingyang said: "Nangong Jinluo, please wait a moment. I have something to say to Xu Yinluo alone."

He stood up from his seat, walked forward silently, and left the living room.

Xu Qi'an followed him out and walked through the living area towards the back mountain, gradually getting away from the buildings.

"Ancestor wants to meet you."

Cao Qingyang led him into the dense forest, followed the path deeper, and said: "Don't worry, our ancestors are not murderous and crazy people. They just heard about your deeds and were very interested."

Xu Qi'an first reflected on himself. He wore the jade given by Jian Zheng and Shen Shu fell into a deep sleep. Now he is just an ordinary Xu Bai whoring. After meeting the big boss, there should be no problem.

The most important thing is that the other party is a martial artist, so even if there are some minor problems, he probably won't be able to tell.

In fact, when he came to Quanrong Mountain for the banquet, he was more or less lucky that he might be able to meet the ancestor of the Wulin Alliance.

Hey, I am indeed a very lucky person... He joked to himself with a complicated mood.

After walking through the forest path for a while, Cao Qingyang led him to a huge mountain wall. When Fang Fu stepped out of the dense forest, Xu Qian's hair stood up for no reason and his scalp became numb.

Subconsciously, he looked towards the source of the danger. On the cliff, a huge monster lowered its head and stared at the two men with its two water-tank-like scarlet eyes.

The monster was completely black and had short, rough hair. It was shaped like a dog, but had a human-like face.

Alien beast Quan Rong... Quan Rong Mountain is named after it... Very powerful alien, I can't beat it... Xu Qian's mind flashed

All kinds of thoughts.

At this time, Quanrong retracted his head and disappeared on the cliff.

"Quirong is the guardian beast of the Wulin Alliance. It followed the ancestors and fought in all directions, just like the spiritual dragon and the human emperor." Cao Qingyang said with a smile:

"You should know about the spirit dragon. There is one in the capital. It breathes purple energy and is a top-notch beast. But it only gets close to people from the royal family."

There is no need to explain it so clearly, it is just a humble licking dog... Xu Qian complained in her heart.

He followed Cao Qingyang and stopped in front of the stone gate on the cliff, listening to the purple-robed leader respectfully say: "Old ancestor, Xu Yinluo has arrived."

An old voice came from the stone gate: "The foundation is solid, the spirit is restrained, not bad."

Xu Qi'an took advantage of the situation and clasped his fists, speaking respectfully: "I've met my senior."

The old voice sounded from inside the door again:

"I heard about you. Smart people should leave the capital as soon as possible. If you are interested in working in our martial arts alliance, I can accept you as a disciple. Haha, you have proven your character with your actions.

"With a few more years of experience, it will be more than enough to become the next leader of the Wulin Alliance."

Why does everyone want to be my father...Xu Qi'an refused in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "The matter in the capital is not over yet, and besides, this junior already has a master."

"It must be Wei Yuan." The old man in Shimen hit the nail on the head.

Xu Qian was silent.

"What do you want to ask me?" The ancestor of the Wulin League did not worry about becoming a disciple and was quite free and easy.

Senior, you are truly on the right track. Xu Qi'an happened to have some questions and immediately spoke:

"This junior has read some files about you and knows that you were a strong man who could compete with Emperor Gaozu back then. Six hundred years have passed so long, why is it that Emperor Gaozu has long since passed away, but you are the same age as our country."

His response was silence.

Just when Xu Qi'an thought that the other party would not answer, an old sigh came from the gap in the stone door: "With your current level, these things are too high-level, and you shouldn't know about them."

After a few seconds of pause, the ancestor of the Wulin Alliance said: "There are many masters in the Dafeng royal family, including figures such as Emperor Gaozu, Emperor Wuzong, and King Zhenbei.

"But none of them can survive until now. Do you know why?"

"Senior, please clarify."

"Those who are entangled in luck will not live forever."

This answer was like a heavy hammer hitting Xu Qian's head, making his head buzz.

"Why is this?" he murmured.

"Then I don't know. Maybe it's the rules of heaven and earth. For specific reasons, you can ask Confucianism or the Supervisor of Si Tianjian." The old man said with a smile.

The Confucians knew this secret... Xu Qian's pupils shrank and he said in shock: "So, the Confucian saint is really dead?"

Xu Qian has always had a guess in his mind that the Confucian saint is not actually dead, but just pretends to be dead. After all, how could a transcendent existence only live to be eighty-two years old? Isn't this insulting?

"Confucian sages are no exception." the old man replied.

If what this ancestor said is true, then the saint cannot still be alive. The fact that there is no immortal strongman in the Dafeng royal family proves that this ancestor is not lying.

The Confucian sage is really dead...

Xu Qian couldn't hide his regret. At the same time, he solved some doubts in his mind. No wonder Emperor Yuan Jing was so "tolerant" to King Zhenbei. To say that the person with the most luck, it must be the emperor, and King Zhenbei is

A pure martial artist, he must be...

"wrong!"

Xu Qian blurted out.

Cao Qingyang turned his head in confusion and glanced at him.

"You seem to have thought of something?" the old man said.

Xu Qifang ignored the conversation from a top martial artist. He lowered his eyes and his face was dull, but the pheromones in his brain were like boiling water.

First: Those blessed by luck cannot live forever. This is not enough reason for Emperor Yuan Jing to trust King Zhenbei, because King Zhenbei is Prince Dafeng and cannot live forever.

History has proven this.

Therefore, there is an unknown reason behind why Emperor Yuan Jing trusted King Zhenbei so much.

Second: Emperor Yuan Jing is the king of a country, so it is impossible for him not to know this secret. However, he knew that luck would not allow him to live a long life, but he still practiced Taoism for twenty years and longed for longevity. There is a paradox here.

Does he think that he can be better than Emperor Gaozu and Emperor Wuzong? Does he think that even the Confucian sages cannot resist the rules of heaven and earth, but he, a mere Yuan Jing, can be more amazing and talented than the Confucian sages?

Although Emperor Yuan Jing was not a son of man, he was not a fool. On the contrary, he was very wise.

While thoughts were swirling, he asked in a low voice: "Senior, what do you think of Emperor Yuan Jing's practice of Taoism?"

The old man pondered: "Perhaps he thought he had found a way to live forever and sit on the dragon's throne. Oh, the person who helped him should be the Taoist leader of the Human Sect."

It can't be Luo Yuheng... Xu Qian frowned.
To be continued...