Qian Shaobai was sitting on the couch, breathing slowly, when suddenly he opened his eyes and looked towards the east with surprise and suspicion.
"What happened?"
A warrior who was also in the room was leaning against the wall with his sword in his arms. Seeing Qian Shaobai like this, he looked a little wary and raised his hand to hold the hilt of the sword.
"I sensed the turbulence of Qi in the distance, and the sound of the tiger's roar spread into the sea of consciousness and was clearly audible." Qian Shaobai said with surprise: "This tiger's roar has the power to control evil and kill ghosts, and the sound can be heard hundreds of miles away.
All evil spirits and ghosts will be frightened and retreat when they hear this."
The sword-holding warrior said: "If you don't hide anything, you must be an expert from Huaxu Kingdom."
"It should be the Marquis Zhenming." Qian Shaobai got up from the bed and said, "I have long heard that he is currently in Shanling County, but I don't know the specific location."
The sword-holding warrior frowned, with faint scars visible on his brow: "He can use his magic to spread his voice for hundreds of miles. The cultivation of this Zhenminghou is far beyond expectations."
Qian Shaobai shook his head and said: "Not necessarily. There is a fairy bell on Tiancheng Mountain. After ringing it, the sound can be heard thousands of miles away. Ordinary people thousands of miles away can't hear it, but all my disciples of Shangjing Sect can sense it. If this mountain encounters a big disaster,
When the enemy invades, the bell will be rung. Depending on the number of ringings, the disciples will know whether to rush to the mountain to aid or to gather elsewhere.
The sound of the tiger's roar just now came, and I felt that the earth's energy and energy were affected by it, like a surging tide. It is said that Zhenminghou was ordered to set up mandalas in various places in Huaxu Kingdom, and the site he chose must be located at the place where the earth's energy and energy are generated.
If you practice magic while you are there, the effects will naturally spread far and wide.”
The sword-holding warrior's eyes flashed: "We disguised ourselves as merchants and went all the way deep into the Huaxu Kingdom. We asked a lot about the news about this Zhenming Marquis, but most of them were rumors, false and untrue. In my opinion, what he did
Because he is more like a cruel official and not like a person who cultivates immortality."
"Marquis Zhenming is a descendant of the Zanli Official, so it's not unusual for him to be a ruthless official." Qian Shaobai said with a smile: "During the Tianxia Dynasty, Zanli Officials wiped out obscene sacrifices and cut down mountains and destroyed temples. They would inevitably be hindered by the intricate local forces.
At this point, all we can do is use cruel tactics."
The warrior holding the sword asked: "I thought the salute officers were all gentlemen."
"There must be gentlemen, but not all of them." Qian Shaobai said: "For example, Xiao Yuluo, who conquered Northern Xinjiang. At that time, the Sixth Palace of Youfeng was so powerful that he had more than 100,000 people who controlled strings under his command. Three times in ten years
The military front approached the imperial capital and became the biggest border threat in the early years of the Tianxia Dynasty.
But later Xiao Yuluo ordered the divine generals to kill the Sixth Palace God Lord, and surrounded the Beidi tribes who had surrendered to Youfeng Sixth Palace in Puchang Mountain. Hundreds of thousands of people, regardless of gender, old or young, were beheaded. Then the fire from the sky was summoned, and the corpses were crushed and scattered.
Ashes, together with eight hundred miles of lush water and grassland, turned into a desert."
"Well done." The sword-holding warrior's face was gloomy: "In the past, Xuanju once captured the imperial capital, and countless people in the middle-earth were killed. Even if Rong Di died tens of millions of times, it would not be enough to atone for his sin!"
However, Qian Shaobai reminded: "Xuanju called on all the tribes in northern Xinjiang to go south. One of the reasons was to avenge the destruction of Liugong and the massacre of Puchang."
"You used to stay in Tiancheng Mountain to cultivate. You don't know how much trouble the people at the border suffered every time Rong Di crossed the border and plundered." The sword-holding warrior pulled back his turban, revealing the horrific scars extending from the corners of his eyebrows to the top of his head.
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"When I was only seven years old, I encountered the Beidi Rangers who came to rob me. My head was almost split open. My father, mother, two brothers, and many relatives all died at the hands of Rong Di."
"There is no relief from repaying such injustice." Qian Shaobai sighed: "The officers of praise who stayed in the imperial capital back then chose to risk their lives to resist the Xuanming Kingdom army, not only to buy time for the people to evacuate, but also in the hope of settling the grudges. .”
"Innocent!" The sword-holding warrior snorted coldly: "All the officials who praised the ceremony were dead. What's the result? Afterwards, the Rong and Di were still scattered in chaos, killing people all over the middle land, and countless people were ravaged. Qian Shijun, you are young, I haven't seen Live through that kind of scene.”
Qian Shaobai could only say: "Your scar is too conspicuous. I will get you some elixir for scar removal and muscle growth afterwards."
"No need!" The warrior holding the sword put on his turban again: "This will clarify your ambition and remind yourself not to forget your deep hatred."
Qian Shaobai had nothing to say, and then he looked at the door as if sensing something. A moment later, a voice came from outside the room: "Master Qian, the young master is free today, please come and see me."
"Finally here." Qian Shaobai waited for many days and hurriedly opened the door. A servant stood outside the door. He looked carefully and found that he was wearing a bamboo green brocade robe. He was obviously a noble servant of a high family.
Qian Shaobai bowed deeply and said with an apologetic smile: "Thank you for your hard work, I came here to tell you that a small gift is not respectful."
Before he finished speaking, Qian Shaobai stuffed a silver cake into the opponent's palm and thanked him repeatedly.
After receiving the silver cake, the brocade-robed servant immediately relaxed his brows and said with a smile on his face: "Don't worry, Mr. Qian, the young master is in high spirits today. As long as the gift you give makes the young master feel novel and interesting, I can help you casually." You got it done."
"If it can be done, Qian will definitely be in need of a thank you gift from my brother afterwards!" Qian Shaobai looked humble.
The brocade-robed servant looked around, then lowered his voice and said, "For the sake of your understanding, let me remind you something. When you enter the hall later, if the young master asks the maid to serve wine, you must drink it!" "
Qian Shaobai was confused for a moment and asked: "The master is offering tea and wine. As a guest, of course I want to drink it. I just don't know what to pay attention to here?"
The brocade-robed servant quickly waved his hand: "Don't ask, Master Qian. I've already taken a big risk by saying this. You'll know later!"
Qian Shaobai did not ask any more questions, so he led the sword-holding warrior and followed the brocade-robed servant through several courtyards and along the winding corridors. He saw that even in winter, the gardens on both sides were full of pink and willows, with hundreds of flowers blooming. .
Qian Shaobai, who was born in the Immortal Cultivation Sect, knew clearly that the scenery of plants and flowers that went against the natural seasons must have been arranged by an expert to create a very different atmosphere in the manor.
They may look like ordinary plants and flowers, but to make them bloom and germinate at the same time requires extremely delicate arrangement.
"I have long heard that the Kanyu division of the Tianxia Dynasty fled to the east at the invitation of Liang Tao to avoid the war." Qian Shaobai thought about it in his heart: "Not only did it make the area within a short distance unique, but it also nourished vitality. The effect is no less effective than that of the elder who built the garden of divine mushrooms on the mountain. It’s a pity that such skills are used to build gardens for dandy children.”
Qian Shaobai sighed silently, and followed the brocade-robed servant to the edge of the lake. Even in the dead of winter, the lake had never frozen. Silks of white air were steaming and rolling on the water, and the light smoke filled the air under his feet, plus the stones beside the road. The lamps emit wisps of incense smoke, making people mistakenly think that they are in a fairyland above the clouds.
Along the bluestone path by the lake, we came to a towering tower. From a distance, we could see purple curtains swinging, gold and jade screens stacked staggered, bamboo string orchestras playing majestic sounds, and enchanting girls dancing.
There were still hundreds of steps away from the balcony when a strong aroma of wine hit his face. Qian Shaobai exclaimed in surprise again, thinking that the richness of Huaxu Country was really beyond imagination. He had also visited the palace of the princes in the imperial capital.
But I have never seen such extreme extravagance.
When he came outside the balcony, he looked up and saw the words "Floating Lotus Collecting" hanging above. Qian Shaobai couldn't help but shook his head slightly and thought to himself: "Obviously it was a remark about seclusion and leisure, but it made the hall full of gold and jade, wine and sex filled the table.
If you don't always be careful, you will bring disaster upon yourself."
"Master Qian, please come in!" The servant in brocade robes signaled softly.
Qian Shaobai was about to step forward when a well-dressed man outside the balcony raised his hand to stop him: "Who is coming?"
"Who is this……"
The brocade-robed slave was about to answer, but the man in fine clothes dismissed it: "I didn't ask you."
Qian Shaobai did not dare to be careless. He bowed deeply and showed a flattering smile: "Qian is the leader of the Three Treasures Association and has come to pay homage to Mr. Wang."
The well-dressed man asked again: "What happened?"
"The Three Treasures Society came to Guibao for the first time. They hope to rely on the Wang family of Chiyang and ask for a copy of the business letter." Qian Shaobai took a lacquer box from the hands of the warrior behind him: "Inside is a meeting gift for the prince.
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The well-dressed man opened the lacquer box and saw a golden ball inlaid with seven-color pearls and jade placed on a book.
"What is this?" The man in the suit looked wary and did not take the initiative to pick up the golden ball.
"This is the seven-hole heavenly ball made by the master of Qianji Pavilion a few years ago." Qian Shaobai said: "It is used to entertain the prince and is not a dangerous thing."
The well-dressed man glanced for a few times, then raised his eyes to look at Qian Shaobai, and then pointed to the sword-holding warrior behind him: "This man can't go in, stay far away."
Qian Shaobai turned around to signal, the warrior holding the sword lowered his head and handed over his hands, turned around and left quickly.
"Let's go in." The man in fine clothes waved his hand casually, and then Qian Shaobai entered the exquisite balcony with endless singing and dancing.
The tower is divided into three floors. Qian Shaobai holds the wooden box and follows behind the brocade-robed slave. Before entering, he has to take off his shoes and boots. There is a woven gold and red velvet blanket under his feet, which is soft and warm. He passes by the corridor that winds up.
Only then did we arrive at the topmost observation deck.
There was a cool breeze blowing above the observation deck, and I didn't feel cold. The curtains were fluttering in the wind. On the short seats in the two rows on the left and right, there were already guests pushing cups and changing cups, stroking palms and singing songs. Concubines and concubines were waiting on all sides, playing flutes and shengs, playing zithers and zithers.
In the middle are more than a dozen dancing girls wearing tulle dresses, with raised sleeves, moving lotus steps, some are as light as flying swallows, some can bend their waists to the ground, their enchanting and extraordinary dancing postures are dizzying for everyone.
Sitting on the main seat was a young prince with disheveled hair, loose clothes, and wine dripping down his chest. He sat casually, not leaning against each other, but leaning against a circle of concubines. They were open to the public.
With her bare chest covered with snow, she was like a nephrite nugget that was alive and fragrant. The young master sometimes simply rested his head on his concubine’s chest, and everyone around him took it for granted, which was not surprising.
He saw a dancing girl flying up in the field, fluttering her sleeves, and petals bloomed in the air, falling like rain. Qian Shaobai was secretly shocked when he saw this, this woman has the power of cultivation, she is not an ordinary dancing girl for people's entertainment.
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The guests on the left and right cheered when they saw this, but the young master smiled slightly, stood up and pushed forward a wooden box on the table. The gold beads and jewelry inside poured out one after another, falling all over the place.
"Thank you!" The young master waved his hand cheerfully.
The other dancers saw the gold and pearls at their feet and hurriedly bent down to pick them up. Only the flying dancer stood to help, lowering her eyes and smiling.
"What? You don't like it?" the young master asked.
With these words, the music in the observation deck suddenly stopped, the guests present did not dare to speak, and the atmosphere suddenly became cold.
"I don't have to compete with others for such vulgar things." The flying dancer said softly.
The young master suddenly became interested: "Oh? Do you think you are different from others?"
"What the young master just saw was just the dance of buds." The Flying Dancer said: "If you want to have a glimpse of the dance of moonlight and sky, I'm afraid it won't be the same as ordinary people."
The young man smiled and said: "I gave you the best dancers in the garden to train, but you said they were not the best dance music?"
"right."
"Okay!" The young master slapped the table and pointed at the other dancers: "Drag these ones down and chop them!"
The dancing girls were filled with the joy of being rewarded, but when they suddenly heard these words, they all kowtowed and begged for mercy. As a result, the young master became extremely impatient and waved his hands and said: "Han Sanjue, get them away quickly! I can't listen to these begging for mercy!"
As soon as the voice stopped, the man in fine clothes flew down to the observation deck. With a flick of his wrist, several long ropes flew out, tied up the dancers, and then took them away directly, leaving screams echoing in the wind.
Makes people shudder.
Qian Shaobai had long heard that Prince Wang Zhongding was moody and violent, but he never expected that one moment he would be giving generous rewards and the next moment he would kill people.
"Come here." Wang Zhongding waved to the Flying Dancer. When she came closer, he dragged her into his arms and asked, "Your name is Miaoyinnu?"
"Exactly." The flying dancer's eyes were full of charm.
When Wang Zhongding got excited, he directly tore open the gauze on Miaoyinnu's body, revealing a large area of milky white skin, and was about to perform the male-female act on the spot.
When the other guests saw this, Zhiqu was about to leave the table. Miaoyinnu struggled slightly and said coquettishly: "Sir, don't worry, there are other guests waiting for you to summon!"
Wang Zhongding raised his eyes and saw Qian Shaobai standing in the corner at a loss, neither moving forward nor retreating.
"Who are you? You are very handsome." Wang Zhongding asked.
"The villain is the money minister of the Three Treasures. He knows that the Wang family in Chiyang has wealth in all directions, and the prince has a benevolent act of helping those in need. Therefore, the villain shamelessly came to see him and asked for a business letter." Qian Shaobaiji
After making all the flattering remarks, he held up the lacquer box and said, "This is a small gift, please accept it with your kindness, Mr. Wang."
Wang Zhongding raised his chin, and naturally Concubine Ji came to take the lacquer box. He took out the golden ball inside and started playing with it. Suddenly his eyes were attracted and he smiled: "Interesting. What's the name of this thing?"
"This is the Qibao Tiangong ball made by Qianji Pavilion." Wang Zhongding explained: "The ball is divided into seven layers, which overlap in order. Each layer can rotate flexibly, and each layer has different carvings and patterns. If it is stimulated by true energy,
Moving the center of the ball can also stimulate the pearls and jade on the surface to fly like stars and emit all kinds of brilliance."
"Oh?" Wang Zhongding is not an incompetent mediocre person. He draws a ray of true energy at will. The inner layer of the Tiangong ball rotates erratically, and the pearls on the surface shine brightly. Suddenly, a woman holding swords in both hands appears in the observation deck, dancing gracefully.