The three hundred and 27th chapter the French national division (2)
The golden light dispersed.
Only pieces of auspicious clouds lingered in the hall.
The Lord of Qingyun Kingdom, who was originally shriveled and withered, depleted of energy and energy, like a tuberculosis ghost, is now tall and tall, full of energy, plump and moist, like a freshly soaked bean sprout.
They are generally juicy and tender and endearing.
The cultivation base that was originally destroyed has been completely repaired, and it is even several times stronger than his original cultivation base.
All the energy sources that were lost have been filled up by violence. Now the roots are stable, just like a little boy who has practiced boy arts since he was a child and has not released his vitality.
Even his height increased by three inches under Lu Qian's violent initiation, making him look even more majestic and imposing.
Especially the appearance. At first glance, the current leader of the Qingyun Kingdom is only in his early thirties, which is the prime time for a man to be extremely attractive.
Several eunuchs stared at the Lord Qing Yun in stunned silence. Suddenly they all knelt down on the ground, laughing loudly with tears streaming down their faces: "Congratulations to the Lord, congratulations to the Lord... Wow, this old slave is dead... too
No regrets!”
Lord Qingyun dazedly touched his cheek, looked at his palms that had become supple and white, rolled up his trouser legs, looked at his calves that were equally white, supple, and as full as white lotus roots, and then suddenly stood in place.
He jumped up, his body suddenly shot up more than ten feet, and his head almost hit the main beam of the hall.
The body fell lightly to the ground. Lord Qingyun blinked his eyes, shouted loudly, and stamped his feet. Suddenly, the furnace of the five internal organs and the furnace of the acupuncture points in his body lit up at the same time. Golden streaks were shining brightly, and they were condensed and thick like molten gold. The temperature was even higher.
The fiery, mighty and domineering Vajra Buddha power surges crazily in the body.
Feeling the extremely powerful Buddha's power, Lord Qingyun clenched his fists hard and strode out of the hall.
"You guys, come and chop me!"
Lord Qingyun shouted loudly at the several guard generals standing outside the hall.
Several guard generals looked at the Lord Qingyun in shock, how could they dare to obey his orders?
The leader of Qingyun State yelled and cursed at several of the guard generals, and kicked and hit him for a while. Then the several guard generals tremblingly pulled out their swords, and lightly slashed at him twice with sweat.
Down.
Then, twice more.
Two more times.
With a little more effort...
Give me more strength!
Finally, several of the guard generals gnashed their teeth and slashed at the Lord Qingyun like he was a life-or-death enemy.
The sound of 'ding-ding' is endless.
Although it was a quick initiation from Lu Qian, the Vajra Dharma-Phase Kung Fu deduced by Lu Qian was so superb. At this moment, the body of the Lord Qing Yun was as solid as gold and stone, and the Buddha's power filled his whole body, providing extremely powerful defense.
The highest level of cultivation among these guard generals is just that they have just entered the furnace realm and have only ignited one or two internal furnaces.
His cultivation is not as good as that of King Qingyun, and his cultivation techniques are even further apart.
The weapons in their hands are only secular sharp weapons, not even magic weapons.
They were hysterical and chopped at the Lord Qingyun for a full cup of tea. When they heard the "ding-dong" sound, the swords in the hands of several guard generals were all broken, and the Lord Qingyun was chopped to pieces except for his clothes.
, not even a trace of oily skin was injured on the body.
"Holy Monk!"
Lord Qingyun shouted loudly, opened his arms and ran towards Lu Yi. He was still several feet away from Lu Yi. He suddenly fell to his knees and worshiped Lu Yi: "Here comes the holy monk."
Now, Qing Yunguo will be saved... Wow, the holy monk is merciful..."
Lu Qian looked down at the King Qingyun who was lying in front of him, and said calmly: "You were harmed."
Lord Qingyun raised his head and looked at Lu Qian pitifully.
"Holy Monk Mingjian, I was harmed..."
Lord Qingyun burst into tears, as if a primary school student who had been beaten up in school unexpectedly saw his biological parents and spoke aggrievedly.
Qingyun State was a vassal of the Yan Dynasty.
The reason why Qingyun Country can live and work in peace and contentment is that there are no rare specialties in its own land. It relies on the fact that Qingyun Country is good at producing beauties, especially among the royal family. Every three to five years, disasters that will overwhelm the country and the city come out.
Relying on the dedication of beautiful women to the dignitaries of the Yan Dynasty, relying on the fact that he has not much value, Qingyun Guo enjoys freedom.
But this time, Zhu Zijian, the leader of Qingyun Kingdom, was ambitious.
He didn't want his Qingyun country to live in a state of confusion, like a pig being raised by others, living without any pursuit.
In particular, because the life was too comfortable and the extravagant culture of Qingyun country also made him sad.
Therefore, after ascending to the throne of the country, King Qingyun worked hard to govern the country. After going through many hardships in Qingyun Kingdom, he finally selected a group of available talents and formed a fairly reliable team.
After working hard for more than ten years, amid the prosperity of singing, dancing, arrogance and debauchery, the national power of Qingyun Kingdom increased rapidly. The leader of Qingyun Kingdom mastered an elite army, and also recruited a group of casual cultivators who were strong enough to fill the army.
middle.
The leader of the Qingyun Kingdom, who felt that he was strong enough, found an excuse and attacked the Yi Kingdom, which was also a vassal of the Yan Dynasty.
The country of Iraq is a small country with only tens of millions of people. The army of Qingyun State marched all the way and annexed the country of Iraq in just two months. After that, the neighboring countries of Iraq and three other small countries were also conquered by Qingyun.
The country's army was defeated.
Just when the land area of Qingyun Kingdom expanded, the national power soared, and the leader of Qingyun was satisfied, a certain prince of Yan Dynasty presented a group of beauties to the leader of Qingyun.
The leader of the Qingyun Kingdom was so proud that he chose one of the stunning beauties and fell in love overnight. As a result, his cultivation was completely ruined and his vitality was severely damaged. He was lingering on the sickbed, and even daily life became extremely difficult.
And his elite army was suddenly hit by a landslide while marching.
Dozens of mountains seemed to be pushed by the palm of a giant, gently closing inward, killing nearly a million elites.
Nearly a thousand casual cultivators in the army who were recruited at great cost were not spared by the landslide.
The Yi State and several other small countries that were conquered by the Qingyun State also took advantage of the situation and reestablished their dynasties.
"Holy Monk Mingjian, is what I did wrong?"
Lord Qingyun looked at Lu Qian pitifully.
Lu Qian scratched his bare head and blinked at him.
Is this kind of thing... From the perspective of Qingyun Kingdom, it is certainly correct. Open up territory, expand the country's strength, use the iron-blooded military might to sweep away the extravagant trends in the country. As a country leader, this is
That's right.
But how unjust were they for Yi Guo and other effects who were pushed to the ground and beaten violently by Qing Yunguo?
It was so hard to live behind closed doors at home. People just found an excuse like "your sheepdog gnawed the crutches of my sheep" and then came in with great force. The inheritance left by our ancestors was taken away by others.
gone!
How wronged these small countries are!
However, since Jinshan Temple is located in Qingyun's country, and Lu Qian is now the abbot of Jinshan Temple, then... is right and wrong so important? When you, the monks of Yuanlingtian, were promoted to Jishengtian, I didn't see you being reasonable.
!
Lu Qian stretched out his hand and patted the head of the Kingdom of Qingyun gently: "Yes, it's so wrong... They are bullying others!"
Lu Qian shook his head and said: "Moreover, it was done in such a despicable way... I used the witch to drain your essence and blood, destroying your cultivation level... How could such a thing be done in such a despicable way? Shameless, ah bah.
, it’s just shameless!”
Lord Qingyun found a close friend.
He cried loudly: "Holy Monk Mingjian, you are so shameless... If they really lead a battle with me with real guns, victory will be victory, and defeat will be defeat. I agree... But, after being tricked by them like this,...
You poisonous hand, I don’t accept it!”
The old eunuch, who had just been slapped unconscious by Ahu, smacked and opened his eyes.
He heard the cry of Lord Qingyun, and the old eunuch shouted in a hissing voice: "Zhu Zijian, are you going to rebel? Do you know that if your eldest sister hadn't spoken for you that day, you would have died countless times!
"
Ahu walked over and slapped the old eunuch unconscious.
Lu Qian looked at King Qingyun: "Your eldest sister?"
The leader of Qingyun Kingdom laughed: "Yes, my eldest sister Zhu Huni is now the queen of the Yan Dynasty..."
Lu Chen made a 'tsk' sound and looked at the Lord Qingyun up and down.
Well... his eldest sister is the empress of the Yan Dynasty of the clan's lord country. This pillow blows... No wonder Lord Qingyun has such ambitions. No wonder he can still save his life after causing so much trouble!
As a suzerain country, who would like to have a restless person in his small vassal country jumping around all day long?
If Lord Qingyun can survive, his eldest sister must have done a great job.
"Holy Monk!" Lord Qingyun looked at Lu Qian pitifully: "Holy Monk... I have something here that I don't know whether I should say or not?"
Lu Chen blinked his eyes and laughed "hehehe": "The poor monk is the most kind to others. There is nothing bad to say in front of the poor monk."
Lord Qingyun took a deep breath, straightened up his upper body, and said in a deep voice: "I... Xiao Wang, am willing to take the position of national master..."
Before King Qingyun finished speaking, Lu Qian had already slapped him on the shoulder: "National Master, right? The poor monk agreed... Well, don't worry, the poor monk's cultivation level cannot be said to be good.
How strong, but it's just Yan Chao, haha, I haven't taken it to heart yet. From now on, no one can bully you, so just do it boldly and confidently."
Lu Qian stood up, lifted up Qing Yun, who was very happy, and said loudly: "It's better to choose the day than to hit it. Today, I will go to see the prosperity of Xiyun City... Well
, I, the poor monk, will take my Dharma Protector Vajra with me to escort the king back to Xiyun City."
"Don't worry, I will take care of everything. From now on, you can do whatever you want, and no one can bully you."
Lu Qian said loudly: "I, the poor monk, despise those evildoers who use despicable means to harm others. Don't worry, Lord, with your tone, the poor monk will definitely help you out."
Lord Qingyun was dancing with joy.
He hurriedly lowered himself down and personally helped Lu Qian board the chariot he came from.
"Someone, come back to Xiyun City and convene the ministers to discuss matters!"