"Or do you want to simply say, you met Master Ming, and you want me to say congratulations?"
A strong individual may not be able to govern a country.
Being able to govern a country may not necessarily make you a qualified king.
A good bird chooses a tree to roost in, and a wise minister chooses his master to serve him.
Yang Pan wants to join the Twelve Princes and change the country from top to bottom. Whether he can succeed or not is unclear, but if he has this idea and is willing to work hard, he is a respectable person.
Zhang Heng would not laugh at Yang Pan.
This is Yang Pan's choice. He is not Yang Pan, and his ideas cannot be imposed on Yang Pan.
You can't point fingers and say this is right or that is wrong from his perspective. In fact, there are many things in this world that are not right or wrong. What you say is right or wrong is just because your perspective is different.
Zhang Heng is from an outsider’s perspective.
Standing on his side and cultivating with concentration in order to ascend is the only way to achieve perfection.
Yang Pan didn't think so. He wanted to do more on the road of spiritual practice.
"The real person really has a sharp eye."
In front of Zhang Heng, Yang Pan had no intention of hiding anything and said bluntly: "My mastermind has found an opportunity for the Twelfth Prince to go to Beihuang to implement the New Deal. I came here this time to invite the real person to come out.
"
Zhang Heng frowned slightly.
The Northern Wilderness is very large, and the Northern Wilderness of the Dasong Dynasty is only a part of the Northern Wilderness.
An even larger part is in the hands of nomads.
These people believe in shamanism, worship heaven and earth, and worship nature.
Although tribes often fight with each other, they are like scattered sand, but the strength of the integration is not weaker than that of any of the three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism.
"Does the real person have the idea of starting a sect?"
"Does a real person have the idea of becoming an immortal?"
"Do real people have the idea of being prosperous and wealthy for eternity?"
When Yang Pan came here this time, he already had an idea in mind: "If the real person wants to establish a sect, he can choose a hundred miles of territory in the Northern Wilderness as the sect's land."
"The twelfth prince and I promise you that this territory you have chosen will become your territory forever, just like the Kongfu Mansion in Qufu, the Kunlun Mountains of the Kunlun Sect, and the Snowy Mountains of the Tantric Sect. No tribute or taxes will be paid. It will be passed down from generation to generation.
Like the vassal states, the disciples have descendants and descendants for thousands of years."
Zhang Heng glanced at Yang Pan.
If he were someone like Xu Hongru, he might really be persuaded.
A country of hundreds of miles, with a hundred thousand citizens, everything is in its own place.
Establishing a sect here is just like the princes and kings. In the ancient Greek city-state era, one city had one king, and many kings did not have 100,000 citizens.
One can imagine.
With the support of these 100,000 people, it is impossible for the sect to prosper.
With this hundred-mile Taoist country as the basic base, in the future, the Taoist tradition can even be radiated to the entire Northern Wilderness.
Hundreds of years from now, it is impossible to say that there will be another holy place like Wutai Mountain, Kunlun Mountain, and Daxue Mountain in the Northern Wilderness.
"I have no idea of establishing a Taoist tradition."
Zhang Heng shook his head and chose to refuse.
Because at this time, Maoshan was deeply cultivating the Huangtu Realm, and by the way, it also wanted to spread the teachings in the Republic of China plane, and could not spare any manpower to open up the Liaozhai plane.
Furthermore.
The world of Liaozhai is not the world of Huang Tu.
There is no Buddhist sect in Huangtu Realm, and the Taoist sect is only three or two big cats and kittens, and does not have a powerful inheritance.
And in the world of Liaozhai.
The Taoist sect is mainly based on Kunlun, and the Buddhist sect is based on Mount Wutai.
There are shamans in the north, Confucian and Taoist families in the south, and there are also martial arts experts among the people.
It's too confusing.
Instead of leading Maoshan into the world of Liaozhai and fighting a bloody battle with several major sects, it would be better to occupy a small world with no powerful inheritance.
Not much to say.
Maoshan is preaching in Beihuang, and the shamanism in the north will definitely not agree.
This is a tactic to drive away wolves and gobble tigers. If Zhang Heng agrees, he will just wait to become a free thug for others.
"Does a real person have the idea of becoming an immortal?"
Seeing that Zhang Heng did not agree, Yang Pan continued: "Among the tribes in the Northern Wilderness, there is a tribe named Changsheng. The Changsheng tribe believes in the Changsheng Heaven and has a sacred object named Feitian Terrace."
"The Feitian Terrace is amazing. It is said that standing on it to overcome tribulations can increase the chance of surviving the three tribulations."
"What's more mysterious is that if ordinary people fail to overcome the tribulation, their physical bodies will be destroyed by thunder and fire. Even if their bodies are destroyed and their souls appear surrounded by thunder and fire, they will not be able to escape the ashes."
"And on the Feitian platform, if the tribulation fails, the Feitian platform will shine with light and protect the soul of the person who has overcome the tribulation."
"In this way, even if you fail to overcome the tribulation, you can still become a loose immortal and a ghost immortal. Can such a treasure be touched by the real person?"
Zhang Heng narrowed his eyes slightly.
People who practice Taoism only want to ascend.
And when you ascend, you have to face three obstacles: thunder tribulation, fire tribulation, and inner demon tribulation.
Most of them died under the two calamities of thunder and fire, and even their souls were swallowed up by the thunder and fire, and they ended up in vain.
The Feitiantai can protect the soul. If it has not survived the thunder and fire tribulation, it will not fall under the thunder and fire. Instead, it can transform into a loose immortal or a ghost immortal.
This treasure is definitely the most precious treasure of the sect.
In terms of value, it is still higher than the Fenglei Fruit Tree.
"Can the Immortal Tribe have such a treasure?"
To be honest, Zhang Heng was already moved.
Just the heartbeat does not mean action. The Changsheng Tribe has Feitian Tai, and it must be one of the best among the tribes in the Northern Wilderness.
Otherwise, this treasure cannot be protected.
"In the Changsheng Tribe, there was a Wild King who unified the Northern Wilderness."
"This king of Huang once used mountains and rivers thousands of miles away to hold a great sacrifice to the Changsheng Heaven. The Feitian Terrace was transformed by the Changsheng Heaven's enlightenment and enlightenment altar."
When Yang Pan said this, he invited Zhang Heng: "If the real person is willing to come out to help, sit in the northern wilderness, and conquer the Changsheng tribe in the future, this flying platform will be the treasure of the real person."
Zhang Heng thought for a while and smiled: "You gave me an offer I can't refuse."
After saying that, he added: "But how can I believe that you will not burn bridges across the river? You know, most heartless people are scholars, and most ruthless people are emperors. I will follow you out of the mountains and sit in the northern wilderness to resist the shaman tribe for you. When you become a
Feather Wings, what should I do if I don’t recognize today’s cause and effect?”
Yang Pan pointed to the sky and swore: "In the future, when the twelve princes become wings, Yang Pan and the twelve princes will defeat the Changsheng tribe for the real person and take the most precious treasure and offer it to the sky. If he violates this oath, he will be pierced by thousands of arrows and die."
Zhang Heng listened to this oath.
After thinking for a while, he nodded and said: "As a worshipper, I will go with you to the Northern Wilderness to help you resist the masters of the Northern Wilderness and buy time for development."
After saying that, Zhang Heng warned Yang Pan: "I don't like vulgar things and I don't like politics. I'll let you go. Just treat me as if I don't exist. If there are strong men from the northern tribes who come to provoke me, I will protect them."
Other than that, don't bother me too much.
In addition, you also need to tell me why you hate Hengzhen Tao so much.
As far as I know, Hengzhen Dao seems to have nothing to do with you. That day I went to get the Wuxiang Heavenly Clothes. Although Xu Hongru helped me lead the way, but later, he appeared in the secret realm of the ancient tree and helped you and I share the pressure.
, the cause and effect of the past have long been evened out."
Hear this.
Yang Pan was silent for a while and then said: "I read a fable in an ancient book. The white lotus appears, and Hengzhen is in troubled times. I predict that this Hengzhen way will become my biggest enemy in the future, and I will naturally try my best to eradicate the enemy.
"
Zhang Heng seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "The Feitian Terrace is such a precious treasure. I'm afraid not many people in the Changsheng Tribe know about it. How do you know about it? Did you also read it from ancient books?"
Yang Pan did not answer.
Zhang Heng is not a very curious person.
But he discovered that Yang Pan really knew secrets that many people didn't know.
It stands to reason that even Kunlun Mountain, Wutai Mountain, and the Zhao royal family don't know these secrets, let alone Yang Pan.
How did he know.
Zhang Heng looked at Yang Pan and muttered in his heart: "Isn't this guy a reborn person?"
The art of deduction is not so accurate.
Today, when it comes to the art of deduction, Frog God is second, if not first.
But its deduction technique gives very vague results.
Where is Yang Pan?
He knows very clearly about many things, such as the Secret Realm of Ancient Trees.
He even knew when and what time the secret realm would be opened, how much the rays of light would be after it was opened, and how far it would shine.
It was as if he had seen the secret realm opening and closing with his own eyes.
He said that he saw this from ancient books. What kind of ancient books could record such detailed information.
Was it written by Fuxi?
Fortunately.
Zhang Heng is a person who knows the importance of things.
The secrets about Yang Pan are not only curious, they are simply scary.
Whose pawn is he?
Who is planning the layout?
Is it the power of the Golden Immortal, or is it the repetition of heaven and earth?
Zhang Heng didn’t know.
He only knows the ordinary Sun Pu and the ordinary [Sun Pu's Journey to Sifang City].
Standing behind him was an extremely terrifying elder of the Nether Sect who needed Lord Damao to personally come to reason with him.
To know.
Sun Pu just traveled across the plane and went to other worlds to become a copycat.
Talk about scary.
If Yang Pan is really a reborn person, someone reset the timeline for him.
The person behind it is, at least, the same existence as the elder of the Nether Sect, or even worse.
"Let's go."
Yang Pan didn't say anything.
Zhang Heng did not ask again.
The result is when leaving the house.
It happened that Lu Sheng was moving.
Lu Sheng is now the little overlord of Guobei County. He is in charge of more than a dozen gangs, large and small, in Guobei County. Naturally, he has to move to a big house so that he can still live in the city.
"Huh!"
Seeing Lu Sheng, Yang Pan paused slightly: "What a martial arts prodigy. His energy and blood are obviously ordinary, but his martial arts will is so full that he actually condenses the shadow of a stick behind him. If he takes this back to the army, it will be great
With training, the Twelve Princes will have a general with unparalleled skills under his command in the future."
After going through Zhang Heng’s dream world practice.
Lu Sheng is like a piece of beautiful jade, and at first glance he is the best candidate for practicing martial arts.
Yang Pan came from the Zhenxihou Mansion, so he certainly had good eyesight.
It can be seen at a glance that Lu Sheng is a good prospect.
"Don't touch him."
Zhang Heng said without looking back.
"pity..."
Yang Pan looked regretful.
But when Zhang Heng opened his mouth, he couldn't say much.
It's just a guess that Lu Sheng may have some relationship with Zhang Heng, otherwise how could he get this world's strongest person to speak up and take care of him.
"Look, Lu Sheng, isn't that the owner of the bookstore next door?"
Sister Lu Yun noticed Zhang Heng's side and couldn't help but pulled her brother and said.
Lu Sheng looked up.
I don't know why, but looking at Zhang Heng's back, I suddenly felt a little bit reluctant.
"Gang leader, everything is packed and ready to go."
Stunned.
Someone came to report.
Lu Sheng was called back to his mind and ordered to the left and right: "Let's go."
Those who push carts, those who carry boxes.
A group of people walked in front in a mighty manner, and then Lu Sheng followed behind the group, turning back as they walked. Unfortunately, Zhang Heng's back was nowhere to be found.
"Your horses are pretty good. They should be BMWs that are hybrids of monsters and beasts. They can travel thousands of miles in a day."
Out of the city.
Zhang Heng called Yang Pan and the three hundred cavalry he brought to one place: "Unfortunately, it's not good enough. I have the ability to fly to the sky. I can fly thousands of miles away. You can't keep up with me on horseback. I think so.
You guys ride back and I'll take Yang Pan one step ahead."
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, waiting for Yang Pan's order.
Yang Pan had learned Zhang Heng's flying skills, and immediately said: "Listen to the master, you can ride on horseback, we will drive through the white clouds."
Drive, drive, drive...
Three hundred cavalry marched forward.
Zhang Heng threw out the Ruyi Palace, placed the Yang Pan in the palace, then shrunk the palace, put it in the storage bag around his waist and soared into the sky.
evening.
Northern Wilderness.
Zhang Heng fell from the sky and released Yang Pan.
Yang Pan looked at Beihuang City in front of him, then at Zhang Heng who looked not tired, and said with envy: "When can I be as handsome as a real person?"
Zhang Heng shook his head: "When you have my strength, it's hard to say whether it will be a blessing or a curse."
It’s not Zhang Heng who is throwing cold water on me.
But Yang Pan has great ambitions.
When he becomes the strongest in the world, there will be weapons on earth, causing husbands and wives to hate each other, and fathers and sons to kill each other.
The prerequisite for great governance is great chaos.
Without ten rooms and nine empty rooms, how could the world be at peace?
"What real people say is really mysterious."
Yang Pan didn't care and invited: "Master, please come inside."
All the way through.
Beihuang City looks quite prosperous.
Different Northern Wilderness tribes, wearing different costumes, led cattle and horses to trade with merchants in the city.
Here, almost everyone carries a weapon.
But Zhang Heng found that the security here was very good, the stone-paved ground was very clean, there was no blood left, and there were no unclaimed bones on the roadside.
"No weapons can be used in Beihuang City."
"Otherwise, not only the troublemakers will be executed, but their tribes will also be severely punished."
"The Twelve Princes are implementing new policies in Beihuang City and encouraging trade."
"Every day, many tribes drove their cattle, sheep, and horses to trade in exchange for salt, cloth, spices, and tea."
While walking, Yang Pan told Zhang Heng about Beihuang City.
After walking around for a while, we were almost at Prince Min's Mansion.
Zhang Heng said: "They are all castrated stallions. It seems that the Northern Wilderness tribe is also very wary of you."
Yang Pan was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Zhang Heng to understand this.
"Yes, actually both sides are on guard."
"For example, we strictly prohibit the export of iron tools. Many tribes in the Northern Wilderness do not allow mares and stallions that can retain seeds to escape."
When Yang Pan said this, he paused slightly: "Next step, we are going to relax trading restrictions and exchange iron ore for mares and stallions that can retain seeds."
Zhang Heng was noncommittal: "This is a double-edged sword. The Central Plains lacks horses, and the Northern Wilderness lacks iron ore. If we exchange with each other, it's hard to say who will benefit."
Yang Pan said: "Our forging technology is much better than that of the Northern Wilderness tribe, but the people in the Northern Wilderness tribe grew up on horses and their riding skills are better than ours."
He paused slightly and then said: "Actually, the craftsmen are more important than the iron ore and horses. If the tribe offers a price, and the craftsmen go to seek refuge, they will be rewarded with two gold cakes, two slaves, and three women.
This is terrible."
Zhang Heng was silent for a while: "This tribe is the Immortality Tribe?"