Chapter 433: The Emperor’s Dominance is an Empty (Seeking Monthly Pass)
The human realm and the divine city.
There are cars and horses, and people are flowing.
The penetrating shouts of the vendors, and occasionally the neighing of horses, all the different aspects of life are constantly derived from the gods.
Sishui Fang is located on one of the bottom floors of the 36th Fang in Shendu.
The place here is narrow, and the bluestone paved on the street has long been pitted, stained, and uneven. Debris has accumulated in many places, and messy things have filled every part of the street.
Various harsh temperatures, and living people as skinny as firewood, like corpses, lying on the bluestone slabs. The place is dirty and messy, as if only the bluestone slabs exist, indicating that this place was once glorious in the past.
A tall and burly man was holding a handkerchief embroidered with gold patterns, gently covering his mouth and nose, and walking slowly on the bluestone. No, it looked like he was walking on the bluestone, but in fact, the other man's boots were far away from the bluestone.
The stone slab is half an inch away.
He did not step on the dirty bluestone, which showed the visitor's inner rejection of Sishui Fang.
This kind of place like purgatory is the slums of the city of God, and it is also a place where all the evil in the city of God gathers.
If you have never hung out here, you will never know how deep the darkness here is.
Yan Jingtian walked deeper into the street step by step and turned to an alley. Compared with the mess outside, this alley was very clean. It was cleaned every day and the bluestones were replaced frequently. The new marks were clearly distinguishable from other places.
, like a paradise in the world, incompatible with Sishui Fang.
Yan Jingtian pushed open the half-blocked door, walked into the small courtyard, and went directly to the front hall.
The front hall has a standard layout, with ink paintings on the walls, two chairs on the main seat below, separated by an Eight Immortals table in the middle, and two chairs on the left and right sides.
At this moment, an old man is sitting on the main seat. The old man's beard and hair are silver, and his slender beard has traces of daily trimming. His face is full of wrinkles, revealing red light. At this moment, his palm with a green ring is holding a tea cup.
, drinking tea happily.
After seeing the person coming, the old man calmly stretched out his hand and said, "The pen and paper are on top. You can write down any requests yourself."
"Jinfeng Yeyulou will send someone to contact you in three days."
"Just prepare the treasure."
"The reputation of our Jinfeng Yeyu Tower is known all over the world, and there is no one we can't kill."
"No one in the industry can compare with it, but with good service, the price will naturally be a little more expensive. This is as it should be. I hope our guests will be mentally prepared."
The old man drank tea carelessly and looked at the Eight Immortals Table with frivolous eyes. Yan Jingtian had already walked to the Eight Immortals Table, reached out and took out the writing brush from the pen holder. After dipping it in ink, he gently rolled up his sleeves and wrote three words.
A big character.
Dou Changsheng.
These three words penetrate the back of the paper and are vigorous and powerful.
It was also filled with a will, showing Yan Jingtian's state of mind at this moment.
hatred.
When I saw these three words, I felt as if I saw endless hatred, rushing directly towards me. The words seemed to come alive, spreading their teeth and claws, trying to devour the viewer.
These three words are no longer ordinary words, they completely contain the artistic conception of Yan Jingtian's martial arts.
Yan Jingtian stopped writing. The writing of these three words was due to the coincidence of chance, reality and state of mind. Driven by hatred, his will was raised to a transcendent level. In a state of emptiness, he successfully transformed himself.
Martial arts can be explained in these three words.
If I write it again for Yan Jingtian, I will definitely not be able to write it.
These three words are extremely valuable. If a person with good understanding can observe and understand a martial art, even if he cannot understand the martial arts, he can still make great progress in his martial arts. However, this is based on hatred, and the consequences will be as well.
Extremely serious, one's own willpower is insufficient, and the mind is easily overwhelmed by hatred, resulting in a drastic change in temperament.
If this kind of thing appeared in normal times, Yan Jingtian would be absolutely overjoyed. He would frame it as a treasure and directly enshrine it. Now this thing has little use to Yan Jingtian.
After letting out a heavy breath, Yan Jingtian raised his hand to continue writing, but the tip of the pen dipped in ink did not touch the paper, but touched the palm of his hand full of age spots.
One hand of the old man had already blocked the brush, stopping Queen Yan Jingtian. The old man grabbed the paper, threw it directly to Yan Jingtian and said: "This distinguished guest, please change your target."
Yan Jingtian stared at the old man with bright eyes. The paper slowly fell down and finally landed at Yan Jingtian's feet. Yan Jingtian ignored it completely and said sarcastically: "Isn't Jinfeng Yeyulou known as the one who can't be killed in the world?
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"If Dou Changsheng is a god and demon, it would be fine if you, Jinfeng Yeyu Tower, don't accept him. But Dou Changsheng is a middle-level third-level martial artist, and at most a third-level martial arts master."
"Why are you afraid?"
"Don't you dare take on Dou Changsheng's mission?"
The old man allowed Yan Jingtian to ridicule him and did not rush to judge. After Yan Jingtian stopped, he explained: "Today is different from the past. If the distinguished guests came the day before yesterday, our Jinfeng Yeyu Tower will naturally accept the mission."
"As long as they are not gods and demons and are still at the mortal level, our Jinfeng Yeyu Tower will definitely be able to complete the mission."
"But today's Tianji Bao, I don't know if the distinguished guest has read it, it kills the gods and demons, no, what is it that stabs the gods and demons?"
Yan Jingtian frowned and said displeasedly: "Zhan Lu Sword."
The old man directly shook his head and rejected the sermon: "The distinguished guest is wrong, it is the sword of Meteor."
"What is the Meteor Sword?"
"This is our Jinfeng Yeyulou's signature sword. Now it can stab gods and demons. It is definitely the best sword in the world."
"You don't know that since the Tianji News was released, countless forces have begun to contact us, Jinfeng Yeyu Tower, expressing their willingness to cooperate."
The old man was no longer calm, but full of energy, and he began to tell the story with great joy: "I don't know how many warriors have taken the initiative to join us in order to learn the Meteor Sword."
"Who is Mr. Dou?"
"That's our benefactor from Jinfeng Yeyu Tower. One person can rival countless top killers,"
Yan Jingtian interrupted the sermon coldly: "You are assassins, killers, and lowlifes hiding in mud ditches. You do not have a bright identity to walk around the world and play the drama of gratitude and reward."
The old man's face darkened, as if he could drip water, and he said displeasedly: "People like you will always look down on us, like this Sishui Fang, you will always be inferior to others after you go out."
"But what kind of good guys are you? Why don't you just come here to do some shady things?"
"Let me tell you clearly, this is an order personally issued by the host. We just want to repay the favor. Not only do we not accept Mr. Dou's mission, we also prepare a big gift to give him."
Yan Jingtian snorted coldly: "The slogans are shouted loudly, but it's not about bullying the weak and fearing the strong."
The old man picked up the tea cup. He had relaxed and was no longer angry at all. He drank the tea slowly. What was there to be angry with the dying man?
"Please come back, distinguished guest."
"If we delay for a long time, I'm afraid we won't even have time to explain how to deal with the funeral."
Yan Jingtian's face looked ugly, his eyes widened with anger, as if he wanted to eat the old man alive.
The old man stared at Yan Jingtian unscrupulously, and said disdainfully: "Want to take action?"
"I am right here. If you kill me, I will never fight back."
"I have lived long enough to live to this age, otherwise I would not have appeared openly in the city of gods. But if I die, not only will you die, but your whole family will die as well."
"Even a dog can't survive."
"If you think you can withstand Jinfeng Yeyulou's revenge, then just take action."
Yan Jingtian stretched out his hand and slapped it, causing the Eight Immortals Table to fall into pieces, with countless fragments flying in all directions. He turned around and left in a hurry.
The old man's mana surged and turned into a wall in front of him. After the fragments collided, they began to disintegrate inch by inch, and finally melted away completely. The old man looked at Yan Jingtian's back and said leisurely: "Someone will come to collect the cost of the Eight Immortals Table."
"When you explain your funeral arrangements, be sure to tell them carefully, otherwise it will be bad if you frighten your wife and daughter."
"Judging from the standards of Zhan Lujian, the sword of benevolence, I am not a bad person."
After walking out of Sishui Fang again, Yan Jingtian returned to the official sedan, only to see someone already sitting in the spacious official sedan.
The visitor's eyebrows were trimmed neatly, his sharp face was smeared with pearl powder, and his eyes were cold. The atmosphere inside the official sedan was like the twelfth lunar month in winter, filled with endless cold.
The King of Jin got out of his official sedan chair and stared at Yan Jingtian with cold eyes.
Yan Jingtian looked at the projection of King Jin and knew that at this time, King Jin did not dare to come to see him, so he could only use this small method.
Yan Jingtian is wearing a brand new python robe, the bright color is like a bright red. The four-clawed python on it is showing its teeth and claws. It has extraordinary bearing and reveals endless majesty, just like a five-clawed real dragon.
Just now in Sishui Fang, she was still able to maintain her arrogance and arrogance, but now when she saw Queen Jin, her spirit instantly collapsed. She instantly became dozens of years older. Her spine was as tall and straight as a big dragon's, and now it was also bent and stooped.
King Jin never said a word, but his attitude said everything.
He wants to die by himself.
The Golden Flower Phoenix Soup is made by oneself and can only be made by oneself.
This matter has nothing to do with the wise king who is approachable and courteous to his corporal.
If Dou Changsheng wants to be resentful, he should also hate himself.
It was because he coveted the position of the leader of the six sects and wanted to eradicate his dissidents. Because he couldn't find a handle on Dou Changsheng, he took a desperate risk. After obtaining the phoenix marrow, he made the Golden Flower Phoenix Soup in order to use the hands of the aliens.
, eradicate Dou Changsheng.
The motive for the murder and the process of committing the crime are all well-founded.
Although this is also the truth, it is only part of it. With his own ability, how can he obtain the phoenix marrow? Only King Jin has the channels and enough wealth to purchase it.
As for killing Dou Changsheng with a borrowed knife, King Jin didn't say it clearly, but his intention was obvious. He also hinted it to himself. When he did it, he was still coy and deliberately let himself persuade him. Now it seems that King Jin is not guilty.
Instead of trying to make a gesture, after planning to fail for a long time, he began to take himself out and put all the responsibility on himself.
Yan Jingtian suddenly realized that this Jin king seemed wise, but in fact he was selfish and irresponsible.
Especially the latter, whose fundamental virtue is not worthy of his position and has never had the intention to protect his subordinates at critical moments. This is far inferior to His Royal Highness.
The prince was not without the ability to fight back, but he was willing to give up the last struggle in order to protect many of his subordinates.
This kind of responsibility can be described as a miracle among the Ji family.
Yan Jingtian finally realized how mean and ungrateful the Ji family was, and regretted very much that he had chosen this bastard.
King Jin kept looking at Yan Jingtian, and in the end the power of the projection slowly dissipated. He did not say a word from the beginning to the end, but Yan Jingtian understood what King Jin meant and took care of the matter this time.
In this issue of Tianji Bao, everyone has a different point of view. What Jinfeng Yeyulou saw was Meteor Sword, and what Jin Wang and Yan Jingtian saw was Golden Flower Phoenix Soup. It is precisely because of this origin that
A war between gods and demons broke out, and one god and demon fell.
The Tianji Bao did not say who wanted to harm Dou Changsheng, but only described the effect of Golden Flower Phoenix Soup. Yan Jingtian and King Jin were just backgrounds. They were still figures in the human world, and they were not worth mentioning after involving thousands of races.
Yan Jingtian slowly sat down, his trembling body became unsteady and he almost fell to the ground.
Yan Jingtian's eyes showed reluctance. His strength was too weak after all. If he had a first-level realm and a first-level semi-divine weapon, he would still have room for maneuver, and he could at least try his best to escape.
Now Yan Jingtian doesn't dare to act rashly, because there are strong men hiding in all directions.
After all, the six gates are the six gates of the imperial court. If the criminal is captured, Yan Jingtian can mobilize ten or twenty masters. But in the face of this crisis, as soon as the secret report comes out, Yan Jingtian can feel the six gates.
There is a turbulent undercurrent in the door.
Even though the Qinglong Palace, which he had been in charge of for many years, seemed to be in peace, Yan Jingtian knew that the Qinglong Palace was half out of control. They would execute ordinary orders, but if they were slightly wrong, none of them would agree.
Even those who have been close friends for many years are like this. The situation is over and people's support is against them. This is the situation we are in now.
In the past, due to the Qianyuan Blood Burning Pill incident, the saints were forced to take a back seat when they were at their peak, and had to prepare to abdicate. This time, with the help of alien gods and demons to trap the geniuses of the same race, the matter was also very serious.
Yan Jingtian sighed in his heart. It was a pity that Dou Changsheng was not dead. Otherwise, how could Prince Jin still have the ability to force himself? They would have been finished with him long ago.
Now that there is room for maneuver, it is impossible for the Ji family to let King Jin fall because of this incident and leave the crime of harming the talented people of the same family.
Before Chen Renmei committed suicide.
Any ideas?
Have you ever regretted it?
But Yan Jingtian doesn't feel any regrets. He has been stuck at the second level of martial arts for many years. If he wants to go further, it will take decades. However, accidents are easy to happen during this long time. Also, because of his old age and frailty, he has to break through.
It's more difficult and may not necessarily break through to the first level of martial arts.
But as long as he can become the leader of the six sects, successfully enter the cabinet and worship the prime minister, have the resources of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and obtain rare treasures from the treasury, he can complete a breakthrough within a few years, and there is still potential for progress in the future, and he will have the opportunity to try to achieve enlightenment.
Gods and demons.
A man born between heaven and earth, how can he live in depression for a long time under human beings?
Nothing wrong.
You are not wrong.
Yan Jingtian was filled with anger, which did not subside for a long time.
Yan Jingtian slowly closed his eyes, his mind slowly began to collapse, the Dharma image disintegrated inch by inch, scenes from the past continued to flow through his mind, and finally his heart stopped beating.
The ambitious Yan Jingtian is dedicated to making great achievements.
With unwillingness and resentment,
died.
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I drank some wine yesterday and felt very sober, but in reality I am not. The Twenty-Eight Stars Formation should be a guardian formation and a battle formation. It is basically equivalent to twenty-eight kinds of Taoist soldiers and four kinds of heavenly soldiers. This is the power.
Some people have noticed that the important component of the puzzle is the beggar’s version of the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Formation. It’s not very good to explain here, and it’s easy to be ignored. If some people don’t read the author, I will add it to the text appropriately. Please forgive me.