Both Li Wuwang and Huang Wuji knew that the so-called choice had nothing to do with the elixir.
Yutingzhai is now guarding outside. If Huang Wuji does not accept the imperial edict, he will face overwhelming suppression.
Now there is only the breath revealed by Yutingzhai. Who knows if the Lord of Dangyin Mountain is here? Is Xu Changshi coming?
Li Wuwang was not angry, and his eyes were filled with contemplation. Over the past few decades, he had already experienced the benefits of the identity of the righteous god in the underworld.
If he had to go to Yin in the past, he had to force him, but now he is enjoying the benefits brought by the imperial seal.
What will happen if the sword cultivator loses the limit of life span?
Although they are no longer pure sword cultivators, this path can still be achieved.
When he arrived at the Nine Realms of the World, Li Wuwang could still use his sword domain - Wuqi.
Huang Wuji glanced at Li Wuwang and suddenly sighed softly:
"I have been waiting for you to come to my house. Now, I can know what you mean. I am willing to accept the imperial seal."
"Are everyone happy?"
Fang Chen nodded with a smile, took out a few soul-sucking lamps and placed them aside. Without his urging, Huang Wuji had already sat cross-legged in the spot and walked in the Yin method.
The Master Chen and the bearded sword cultivator finally understood a little, with a strange expression and a little frightened and angry eyes.
The Xuxian Sword Sect has always been hiding such a spy? They didn’t even notice it at all?
The two of them looked at each other and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the matter was successfully resolved today, otherwise it might cause much trouble if it was put behind.
The next moment, the two of them had a flash of eyes and Fang Chen had disappeared.
"Your Excellency... is Li Wuwang, the head of the Tianjian Department of Creation Star?"
The bearded sword cultivator suddenly looked at Li Wuwang a few times and bowed his hands to test.
Li Wuwang originally ignored it, thought about it, and shook his head again:
"The Heavenly Sword Secretary of the Creation Star has been destroyed by the hands of the Immortal Palace, and I am not Li Wuwang."
"oh……"
The two nodded, this was Li Wuwang.
It seems that before the destruction of the Tianjiansi, it also followed the path of ghosts and gods. In this way, the foundation of the small underworld is getting stronger and stronger.
After a cup of tea, Huang Wuji slowly woke up and Fang Chen also appeared again.
The three of them did not stay in the Xuxian Sword Sect for too long, and they came and left in a hurry.
"You said, what have we, Fang Jianshou, been busy with over the years?"
Master Chen suddenly asked as he looked at the direction of the three of them leaving.
The bearded sword cultivator thought for a while, "It must be busy fighting with the Spirit God Cult, right?"
"The power of the Spirit God Cult here has been beaten to a point where it is too thin and out of shape."
Sect Master Chen said.
"Apart from this, aren't there any other fortune star? Now I think about it, although you and I are big names in the eyes of others, compared with real big names, you and I are not qualified to interfere in what they do."
The bearded sword cultivator sighed softly.
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The Golden Soul Flower was placed in Daxia by Fang Chen, and was planted in an ordinary porcelain basin in the old house of Fang Mansion.
This old house has always been cleaned by a dedicated person. After the cleaning servant died, his descendants were succeeded by his descendants.
It can be said that it has been passed down for two or three generations. More than a hundred years have passed since Fang Mansion moved out of the capital.
Over the past 100 years, the changes in the capital of Daxia are not bad, and some of the deeds left by Fang Chen in the capital have now become the topic of talk in the mouths of some older generations. There is no trace of rumors.
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"There is still plenty of spiritual power here, but there are few monks... there are only a few people."
Huang Wuji followed Fang Chen and looked at him while saying.
"Daxia is committed to making the monks and mortals clear and clear distinction clear, without disturbing each other."
Fang Chen smiled and said, "Take two to see an old man first, and then go and get the elixir."
"The old dragon in Longyuan."
Li Wuwang guessed who the old man Fang Chen said was at once.
At that time, Tian Jiansi suffered a big loss in Daxia.
In the small teahouse full of fireworks, you can see storytellers chanting, others are fascinated by listening, and you can also see the old man teasing his grandson with refreshments.
The waiter was holding tea and flexibly interspersed it, and from time to time he said hello, please say goodbye.
"That's right, Qingsong Mansion was not Qingsong Mansion that year, it was called Qingsong Mansion! This country has a strong national strength and has troubled our Daxia for many years. The two countries have been fighting one after another, and the people under their rule are extremely miserable.
Qingsong Wufu rushed around our capital and regarded our Daxia as the inferior one."
"Isn't it possible? Takefu Qingsong still has such a brilliant time? I think they are very polite to people and things now, especially when they come to Kyoto, they are all very well-behaved."
"Yes, we Qingsong was not so arrogant before. You, the storyteller, are slandering us!"
The people from Qingsong Mansion stood up and questioned.
"Ye! These are all recorded by the books. How dare I talk nonsense? Are you not afraid of the Fierce Knife Guards taking them to me? Look at the military masters of the Fierce Knife Guards, and then you will know."
The storyteller was furious and then looked at several figures at the entrance of the teahouse.
Everyone looked at it, it was the soldiers wearing fierce swords and guards' robes.
Someone really asked, and the soldiers responded with a smile:
"There are some records in the Sword Guard. In the past, it was roughly the same as this storyteller said. At that time, it was not only Qingsong martial artist Zhang Kuang, Guhe Longdu and other places, but they also looked down on our Daxia."
Seeing this, the people from Qingsong Mansion suddenly became a little less loud, but they still didn't believe it and muttered:
"If this is true, how can we explain this scene today? The territory of Daxia is countless. Even if it flies to the sky, we can't see the edges. Qingsong, Longdu, Guhe and other places are just prefectures...
We are from Daxia, Qingsong Mansion, not from Qingsong Kingdom.”
"This is what I have to mention. You don't know, but my ancestors have passed on many deeds related to Duke Fang, all of which are recorded in my storytelling book. If you have the patience, come and listen every day
I can also understand the general contents of it if I talk about it a few paragraphs.”
The Storyteller took a sip of tea and shook the folding fan in his hand with a slight pride.
Fang Chen took the two of them to a seat by the window on the second floor.
The old dragon was sitting here alone drinking tea. He was not surprised when he saw Fang Chen, but just smiled and nodded:
"sit."
After several people sat down, the old dragon glanced at Li Wuwang and Huang Wuji, and his eyes fell on Fang Chen:
"I have been drinking tea here all these years. At first, his grandfather was telling the story, and then his father. Now it's his turn. Most of the people you talk about are you, Prince Fang, you are almost famous in this summer.
It has been passed down through the ages.”
"Is the reputation passed down through the ages? Maybe three to five hundred years later, I will forget it."
Fang Chen smiled and shook his head. He didn't need to leave any reputation in Daxia, which was useless to him or even hindered.
He hoped that his traces would disappear without a trace in the Great Xia. In that case, even if someone wanted to find his background in some years, he would not be able to find it.
"Old sir, these two are Li Wuwang, the chief of the Tianjian Department, and Huang Wuji, the deputy chief of the department.