The rockery courtyard, fish pond garden, and the whole building completely exude the luxury and elegance of a royal garden.
After all, Gong Ziqing is the royal relative with the purest bloodline in the Yuan Kingdom today. Even the current emperor of the Yuan Kingdom does not have as pure a bloodline as him.
Therefore, even if he failed to sit on the throne of emperor.
Young Master Qing's food, clothing, housing and transportation are all arranged according to royal rituals in this hall.
"You have to decide whether you want to take this 'hematopoietic medicine' or not..."
The fearful voice of the divine doctor Yama is still in my ears.
In the noble bedroom, the golden gauze and yellow curtains were swayed by the wind outside.
The young master on the bed had a pair of blue eyes, staring at the thirty-six blood-red pills in the box.
Peacock bit his lip and said:
"Sir, you'd better take the medicine first. Even if your cultivation is damaged, our Yipintang is now very powerful, with many great masters and dozens of grandmasters. Although your cultivation will be damaged a little, the power of Yipintang is still in your hands.
, can still command them."
Young Master Qing smiled faintly: "If I were really the Emperor of the Yuan Kingdom, I might not take my own cultivation seriously, but after all, I am not..."
He stretched out his hand, let Peacock support him and slowly leaned against the bed, saying:
"In this world of martial arts, fist strength is equal to power. If I don't have the ability to tie a chicken, even if I have tremendous power, it will be like quicksand between my fingers and I can't hold it..."
"How many of the masters in this first-class hall are truly loyal to me? And why they want to take refuge in my first-class hall, you should also know the reason..."
The peacock is silent.
In just three or four years, Yipintang has become a super force that can compete with the two top sects of black and white. On the one hand, Gongzi Qing himself has superb cultivation and martial arts, and has conquered some people...
On the other hand, it is because Yipintang has strong financial resources behind it, which can give many people the glory and wealth they want and satisfy most of their desires.
The martial arts world in this world is bustling with people. Even if you are a great master of martial arts, you are still just a mortal.
People have desires, and the world is a vanity fair.
Masters one after another have learned unparalleled magical skills, and naturally they are not willing to live in poverty and lack of food and clothing.
But there is always money in the world. Unless you are robbing families and homes, how can you just take out ten taels of silver like in this novel...
But once one has achieved the status of a master in kung fu, who would be willing to steal and bear the bad reputation of being a 'petty thief'?
I don't want to steal and become a petty thief, and I have no ability to make money.
In this way, we have to find a force to rely on, and as a high-ranking guest minister, we will naturally have a generous salary and remuneration every month.
Learned martial arts and sold them to the emperor's family.
Therefore, people like Gong Ziqing are the best candidates for refuge.
Not only does he have a high level of cultivation, but he also has wealth that is unrivaled in any country. As long as he joins the Yipin Hall, he will be rich, rich, gold and silver, and he will have whatever he wants...
But as Gong Ziqing said, those who win over people with external objects need to be treated with kindness and power in order to prevent subordinates from having different intentions.
If Young Master Qing lost his peerless cultivation and suppressed this group of people, would they be disloyal?
No one can guarantee it.
"But..." Peacock hesitated and wanted to say something else.
In her heart, as long as the person she loves can live, that's all. In fact, she doesn't care too much whether the power of this pintang is great or not.
"Put the medicine away first."
Young Master Qing said slowly:
"Shangguan, she should be here soon..."
Hearing the surname mentioned by Gong Ziqing, Peacock was slightly absent-minded, lowered his head and said "hmm".
No wonder he doesn't want to take the medicine now.
It turned out that the woman had returned from southern Xinjiang.
Just at this time.
Young Master Qing raised his head slightly and looked at the door, with a smile in his eyes and said:
"Shangguan, you are still used to coming suddenly and catching me off guard."
Peacock's expression changed slightly, and he turned towards the door.
Almost at the same time Gongzi Qing opened his mouth.
Buzz~~
The spiritual "immortal sword" Ling Xiao, which was originally hanging behind the plaque of the First Grade Hall, suddenly broke free from the scabbard and turned into a sword light...
In the sky above the Yipin Hall, many great masters looked up in shock.
Buzz~~
I saw the naturally psychic fairy sword, emitting a clear sword cry like a dragon's roar, and actually flew up on its own initiative, as if it had sensed its owner, and rushed to the door of Gongzi Qing's room.
…
At this moment, a tall woman stood at Gong Ziqing's door.
The peacock in the room looked at the tall woman holding a sword at the door and said in surprise:
"Sister Shangguan, you are back."
The woman turned her back to the sun outside the courtyard and faced them. The peacock looked back at the room, making the woman's face unclear for a moment.
but,
Just such a tall figure in the sun made the two of them breathe a little unsteadily, as if they were breathing not air, but wisps of sharp sword energy...
This tall and mysterious woman is like a sword that exudes sharpness all the time!
Buzz~~
At this time, Ling Xiao, the 'immortal sword' that caused the downfall of the Immortal Sword Villa a hundred years ago, also flew to the woman's side, like a small dragon, swimming around the woman, and made a whimpering sword sound, as if she was missing her very much.
The woman stretched out her hand, and the fairy sword immediately flew over obediently and lay in her palm.
"It's been so long and you still haven't found the next master you like?"
When the woman spoke, her voice was like the sound of nature, with some clanking sounds like swords striking each other. People could tell from her voice that this woman's character must be as strong and strong as swords.
Gongzi Qing was lying on the bed and smiled and said: "You are making things difficult for it. Who else in this world besides you can make the cold and arrogant 'Lingxiao Immortal Sword' marry you?"
The woman shook her head and smiled: "Unfortunately, I don't like using magic weapons. Go back and wait for your real master."
After she said that, she flicked the sword, flew out diagonally, and inserted it back into the plaque of the First Grade Hall a few hundred meters away.
The sword sobbed on the plaque, but it never dared to fly over again. It had been thrown down deep valleys and mountain streams by women several times...
After throwing away the clingy psychic fairy sword, the woman slowly walked to Gongzi Qing's bed holding an ordinary iron sword in her arms.
It also revealed her exquisite facial features. Although not as beautiful as a peacock, it still surpasses most women in the world.
"Shangguan, are you injured?"
When the woman named Shangguan came closer, Young Master Qingcai changed his color slightly and saw some blood on the woman's chest:
"Who hurt you?"
Peacock looked at the blood stains on the woman's body and was in disbelief.
This woman named Shangguan Qing is the most powerful woman she has ever seen in her life.
With an iron sword, at the age of thirty, he became a first-grade great innate, and went all over the world. He repeatedly visited the Queen Mother Sect, one of the four great sects, and was like a no-man's land. He was called the "Female Sword Goddess" by people in the world.
Among all the masters in the world, there are definitely not more than ten people who can hurt this guy.
That is the top ten in the world.
"When you sent someone to look for me a year ago, I was refining swords in southern Xinjiang and had no time to clone myself..."
Shangguan Qing looked at the blood on his chest and said:
"Not long ago, my sword energy took a step forward, and I was about to return to the Central Plains. Unexpectedly, I met someone in southern Xinjiang and had a fight with her. I accidentally lost half of her hand. Fortunately, it was not serious."
It is extremely difficult for great innate masters to kill each other.
"Southern Xinjiang?"
Young Master Qing frowned and said:
"In the bitter cold land of southern Xinjiang, the miasma is very poisonous. You are a sword refiner, and you are restraining their martial arts, but someone can beat you by half a palm? Who is that person?"
Shangguan Qing smiled lightly and said: "That person is not from southern Xinjiang, but a woman from the Central Plains. Her martial arts skills are like a demon's aura. You should be able to guess who it is."
Young Master Qing's expression condensed: "The Demon Queen Yun Shouxuan, is she?"