President Yang said helplessly:

"That's how they are. They only recognize the people who raise them. In their eyes, the farmers are their slaves and the servants who serve them."

Xu Qi'an looked at the giant eagle that kept beating its breeder with its wings and looked like a big brother covering its little brother. He nodded and said:

"I can tell."

So how do you plan to ride them? President Yang looked at the young man in Tsing Yi with a smile on his face curiously.

Xu Qian raised his hand, bent his index finger, put it to his lips, and blew a loud whistle.

The four giant eagles looked away at the same time, their heads trembled, and their golden eagle eyes stared straight at Xu Qi'an.

The next moment, a scene happened that stunned everyone present.

The giant eagles abandoned their keepers and rushed toward Xu Qi'an. In the process, they spread their wings and pushed their companions around them, as if they were afraid that they would compete with them for favor.

"this.........."

President Yang couldn't hide the shock in his eyes. He had seen high-level monks use violence to make the red-tailed eagle surrender.

But I have never seen it so easy. With just one whistle, four spiritual beasts can kneel down and lick it.

The faces of the four breeders were full of depression, as sad as a daughter-in-law putting a hat on herself, with a green patch of green on her head.

"Sir, is this the Gu tribe's method?"

President Yang suddenly realized that as the president of the Chamber of Commerce, his caravans traveled all over the country and had rich experience. Zhangzhou is in the southwest, and the Gu tribe in southern Xinjiang is also in the trade territory of the Chamber of Commerce.

Xu Qian did not answer, but solemnly asked:

"President Yang, my beloved horse will stay with you for the time being. Please make sure it is fed with concentrated feed and is not allowed to be ridden. I will pay you the cost of renting the spirit beast and taking care of the horse."

"good!"

President Yang immediately agreed.

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

Beijing.

Wearing a black Taoist robe and a lotus crown on his head, the Frozen End Yuanjun, who has a beautiful face but lacks emotion, controls a flying sword and stops outside the capital.

She looked down from the top of the clouds and saw densely packed coolies, militiamen, and masons below, repairing the city wall.

More than a month has passed since Xu Yinluo's regicide incident. Except for the fact that the city wall is still being repaired, there are no traces of fighting anywhere else.

Yuanjun, who had a pair of glazed eyes, withdrew his gaze and looked in the direction of Si Tianjian.

Without being warned, she controlled the flying sword, cut through the sky, and landed on the Bagua Platform.

On the Bagua table, sitting beside the table was a man dressed in white and a yellow skirt.

The girl in the yellow skirt gnawed on the nuts, occasionally picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the fruit wine, exclaiming "ah ha" with relief.

The supervisor in white clothes was sitting silently aside.

"I've seen Jian Zheng."

Frozen End Yuanjun performed the Taoist ceremony.

The girl in the yellow dress was startled, as if she had just discovered this uninvited guest, and hurriedly turned around to look.

Jian Zheng's old voice said: "What are you doing in the capital?"

"I am looking for my disciple Li Miaozhen."

"Leave the capital before dusk."

After Jian Zheng finished speaking, he stopped talking.

Frozen End Yuanjun saluted again and left with his flying sword.

She stepped on the flying sword, ignoring the scrutiny of the "eyes" in the capital. Soon, Frozen End Yuanjun locked onto a three-entry compound, pressed the flying sword without hesitation, and landed quickly.

In the inner courtyard.

She saw a six or seven-year-old girl, a tiny little bean, holding a stone table several times larger than her, wandering slowly in the yard, as if she was honing her strength.

The little girl's face turned red, her eyebrows stood upright, and her short, bent legs were trembling.

Beside, a girl from southern Xinjiang with wheat-colored skin and blue eyes was eating nuts and applauding.

Another beautiful mature woman looked on worriedly and kept saying: "Be careful, be careful..."

Frozen End Lord descended into the courtyard, attracting the attention of two women, one older and one younger.

"Who are you?"

The aunt looked at this beautiful Taoist nun whose age could not be discerned, and felt that she was like an emotionless sculpture.

"The poor Taoist Heavenly Sect Bingyi Yuanjun."

The emotionless sculpture bowed: "This is Xu Yinluo's home."

The aunt nodded, thinking that the unlucky nephew had provoked another beautiful girl.

She suddenly thought of something and blurted out: "Are you a fellow disciple of Taoist Priest Li Miaozhen?"

Frozen Yi Yuanjun nodded: "It's my little disciple."

The aunt suddenly became enthusiastic and greeted: "Please come from the Taoist priest."

The two parties entered the inner hall, and the aunt asked the personal maid Lu'e to serve tea.

Bingyi Yuanjun looked at his aunt, his glazed eyes were as calm as ever, and his voice was soft but emotionless:

"My disciple is not at home."

Auntie drank tea and said, "Dao Zhang Li left the capital many days ago."

"Where have you gone?"

"I don't know, I just said that I went traveling around the world."

Fingyi Yuanjun nodded slowly and said softly: "Madam, can you tell me about what the bad guys did in the capital?"

The aunt immediately boasted about Li Miaozhen, just like bragging about the neighbor's children when chatting with him.

"Daozhang Li is a philanthropist and has a chivalrous heart. She is the most upright and enthusiastic female chivalrous person I have ever seen. Oh my, Tianzong is indeed a famous and upright sect, and the disciples he has taught have impeccable character.

"The little one can give porridge to the poor, but the big one can help my nephew kill the stupid king. Good, really good!"

Bingyi Yuanjun's cold face became increasingly expressionless as he stood up to say goodbye: "I have important matters to attend to, so I can't stay for long."

"I'm sending off the Taoist priest..."

The aunt sent her out of the inner hall and watched her fly away with a flying sword.

"You don't seem too happy?"

Aunt murmured.

........

Bingyi Yuanjun did not leave the capital immediately, but went to Lingbao Temple with his sword.

She had just flown into the imperial city and approached Lingbao Temple. Deep inside the temple, a brilliant sword light suddenly struck her.

Frozen End Yuanjun's glazed eyes were slightly frozen. She let the sword light betray her flight path. The next moment, the sword light deviated on its own, slashed towards the sky, and quickly disappeared.

Bingyi Yuanjun landed in the small courtyard deep in Lingbao Temple.

The courtyard is full of withered flowers and plants, and the rockery stands lonely. In the calm pool, sitting cross-legged, is an extremely beautiful woman, wearing a lotus crown on her head, a Taoist robe, and a dot of cinnabar between her eyebrows, like a fairy from the nine heavens.

Cool and stunning, unstained by the world.

Both of them are beautiful Taoist nuns, with different beauties that complement each other.

"Junior sister Luo, Tianzun asked me to send you a message. Can you be promoted to the first rank in three years?"

Frozen End Yuanjun's face was expressionless and his tone was cold: "If you cannot step into the first rank within three years, you will have to die in a heavenly tribulation. Rather than die in a heavenly tribulation, it is better to die in the hands of the Heavenly Lord."

If he hadn't known the virtues of the Taoist priests of Tianzong, Luo Yuheng would have thought that Lord Bingyi Yuan was provoking him.

Luo Yuheng said calmly: "It can be as short as three months or as long as one year. I will go to Tianzong."

Frozen End Yuanjun remained expressionless and said, "Are you sure you can survive the tribulation?"

Luo Yuheng did not hide anything: "I have found a Taoist companion, and I will practice double cultivation with him soon. I will practice double cultivation with him for seven days every month, and within half a year, I will be able to overcome the catastrophe."

"Very good!"

Frozen End Yuanjun nodded: "Do you know where my disciple has gone?"

"I don't know, your disciple has a strong sense of justice and can't get rid of the sand in his eyes. It's even more difficult to make her forget her feelings."

Luo Yuheng said with a bit of ridicule: "Everyone in the world knows Feiyan Heroine, but not the Holy Girl of Tianzong. Instead of counting on her to inherit the power of Tianzong, it is better to count on the Holy Son."

Bingyi Yuanjun slowly shook his head: "Miaozhen did go astray, but the Holy Son took a wrong path."

"What do you mean by this?"

Bingyi Yuanjun did not answer.
To be continued...