Chapter 465: Which pot is not opened to mention which pot
In Baidi City in April, it started to rain lightly.
On the main road of Guanjia Lane, a man wearing a green shirt and a bamboo hat appeared, carrying a sword box behind him. He walked slowly and slowly in the rain, but the raindrops in the sky could hardly touch him when they fell.
His green shirt was wet and blocked by an invisible sword force. He walked for a long time and stopped by the roadside, looking at a steamed stuffed bun shop.
"Boss, make five meat buns."
"Okay, sir, wait a moment, ten copper coins!"
"So expensive?"
The blue-shirted swordsman frowned and said, "The big meat buns in Tianji City are only worth a copper coin each."
"My guest, that's wrong."
The boss put the steamed buns in oil paper and said with a smile: "You can't eat the steamed buns from Baidi City in Tianji City. Sir, do you think this is true?"
The blue-shirted swordsman looked stern: "That's right, the boss is really a transparent person."
“Haha, thank you for your patronage!”
After the swordsman in blue shirt counted ten buns from his pocket and gave them to the boss, he took a bite on the spot and said with a smile: "It tastes so good. What the boss said is true. The buns in Baidi City are big and fragrant."
The boss laughed and praised the guest officer for his good taste.
"..."
Not far away, a beautiful figure appeared in front of a palace gate. She was dressed in a red dress, holding an oil paper umbrella in her left hand. A stunning face was exposed under the umbrella, and she was holding a paper umbrella in her right hand.
Holding a sword, he frowned and looked at the Mohist Twelve Realm Sword Cultivator eating buns not far away, his face full of speechlessness. The dignified Mohist Xu Shuo, like those country bumpkin who came to Baidi City for the first time, also
It's too similar.
At first glance, he looks like that kind of person, but his strong sword spirit cannot fool anyone.
As soon as Xu Shuo turned around, he saw the woman holding an umbrella. An apologetic smile appeared on his face. He trotted over and gnawed on the buns. He said with a smile, "It's my fault. I made the Master of Xiuyi Xuan Pavilion wait for so long. It's Xu Shuo's fault."
, Pavilion Master, would you like to eat steamed buns?"
"Have breakfast."
Cao Ying forced out a smile and said: "Master Xu Xian, His Royal Highness King Ji Nan, and the head of the Shanhai Department have been waiting in the palace for a long time. How about... we go to the place to eat and discuss."
"That won't work."
Xu Shuo finished the buns in two bites, clapped his hands, and said with a grin: "I, Xu Shuo, am not a careless person."
But there is clearly a bean sprout between the teeth.
The smile on Cao Ying's lips was about to freeze, and she said awkwardly: "Let's go, I will lead the way for Master Xu Xian."
In fact, Cao Ying and Xu Shuo are both Twelve Realm sword cultivators. In terms of sword intent and swordsmanship, Cao Ying thinks that even if she can't beat Xu Shuo, she should at least be equally matched. However, Cao Ying is better than Xu Shuo.
The Mo family swordsman's posture in front of him was extremely low. He had no choice but to show his opponent's status. He was ranked second among the direct disciples of the Mo family's Juzi, and was known as Xu Laoer. He had excellent skills and formation skills. This was not just
It was so easy to cultivate swordsmanship in the Twelve Realms. Even when he learned that Xu Shuo was coming to Baidi City, even the emperor wanted to condescend to meet him. Unfortunately, Xu Shuo refused. The reason was that he didn’t know what to do after meeting. It was him.
It doesn't seem good to kneel down to the emperor of the earthly dynasty, or to kneel down to him, so it's better not to meet him at all.
…
Jinan Prince's Mansion, inside the mansion.
In an extremely luxurious pavilion, Jinan King Zhao Qiyang has prepared a cup of tea. Beside him is Huang Qingning, the extremely reverent head of the Shanhai Division. He is a twelve-level spiritual cultivator from the human race. Although his strength is not as good as those of sword cultivators,
He can be regarded as an old immortal who plays an important role in the court. He is senior and has high prestige in the mountains of the Great Shang Dynasty.
Xu Shuo followed Cao Ying and came to the pavilion along a winding wind and rain corridor. He gently cupped his fists and said without lowering his head: "Xu Shuo of the Mohist family has met King Ji Nan and met Huang Daoyou."
"Master Xu Xian!"
Jinan King Zhao Qiyang stood up and said with a smile: "Master Xu Xian, please take a seat and try our Furong Prefecture's unique red radish spring tea."
"Thanks!"
Xu Shuo took a seat, and Cao Ying also took a seat beside him. The four of them happened to sit on the four sides of the small table in the pavilion.
"This time, the news brought by the Mo family?"
Zhao Qiyang frowned and said, "It doesn't hurt to ask Master Xu Xian to speak directly."
"Um."
Xu Shuo nodded: "We have Mohist rangers traveling in the ghost world. Recently, news came that the entire Kusong River, which is tens of thousands of miles long, has been dragged by magic. Just like the worst result deduced by the Confucian saints, the road at the end
The bull demon near the water has entered the Thirteenth Realm. His next step is to cut off the water transportation of the entire Kusong River, and the Kusong River is the downstream of the Xijian River. Perhaps this demon of the Thirteenth Realm will fight all the way from the Kusong River.
Xi Jianjiang, by then...the consequences will be unimaginable."
Cao Ying frowned slightly: "What exactly do you want to do with such a big movement from the demon clan?"
"It's nothing more than boiling a bullfrog in warm water."
Xu Shuo said lightly: "The ultimate goal is to go south, cannibalize the entire human world, make the human race completely surrender, and become the slaves of the demon clan."
As he spoke, Xu Shuo took a sip of tea and said: "Not only that, it is said that the Demon Clan's Ancestor Mountain has sent many twelve-level great demons into the ghost world to help cut off the tributaries of the Kusong River to prevent the spiritual energy from leaking out.
It is to gather all the spiritual energy in the lower reaches of the Xijian River for one person to use. In this way, although this bull demon near the water is in the thirteenth realm, its real combat power may be comparable to the fourteenth realm!"
King Jinan looked solemn: "What do Mohism and Confucianism mean?"
"Be prepared to enter the ghost world."
Xu Shuo raised his eyebrows slightly and said: "Once the demon clan sends more twelve realms into the ghost world, our top twelve realms on the human race will also have to go, at least to fight for the loss of Xi Jianjiang.
Otherwise, the white bull will swallow it up. I am afraid that we will have to pay a higher price to restore the situation, and some saints will even lose their lives. Our human race has already lost a Confucian saint. Is it still possible?
Do you want to lose the Soldier Saint, Taoist Saint and other saints?"
Huang Qingning narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Master Xu Xian, can you tell me directly, did the Mo family's ancestral family name them?"
"Yes."
Xu Shuo said: "In Baidi City, the master of the Xiuyi Xuan Pavilion, Cao Ying, the sword cultivator of the Twelve Realms, the chief of the Shanhai Division, and Huang Qingning, the spiritual cultivator of the Twelve Realms, you two are all on the list jointly drawn up by the Confucian and Mohist schools.
If I really need to go to Ghost World, I will come again."
Zhao Qiyang frowned and looked at Cao Ying. This subordinate he relied on most might leave forever.
Cao Ying smiled faintly, raised the corner of her mouth, and said: "Cao Ying has practiced the twelve realms of swordsmanship. She has had a lot of luck in the world of swordsmanship in the human race. If you really need to go, Cao Ying will not refuse."
Xu Shuo cupped his fists and smiled, and Cao Ying returned the gesture.
Huang Qingning took another sip of tea and said: "I listen to His Highness. Your Highness wants me, Huang Qingning, to travel far away. I will go far. This old life has been entrusted to Your Highness. Huang is willing to die!"
"Um!"
Jinan King Zhao Qiyang nodded solemnly and said: "It's best if you can come back alive. Besides, you may not really go, right? After all... there are only a handful of twelve realms in the human race. If you really lose too much,
, it is not a good thing for the entire human world..."
Xu Shuo smiled slightly and ignored it. As a regent, you only think about the three melons and two dates on the territory of the Great Shang Dynasty. Don't give me the advice of the Mohist family. There is no need.
Cao Ying frowned and said, "Who else will be going with you?"
"I'll probably go to all the twelve peak realms."
Xu Shuo said: "Lin Wanhua from Fusu Great Wall, Su Qingjiu from Changming Mountain, and Xu Shuo from the Mohist family are all on the list."
"So good."
Cao Ying nodded and smiled.
"correct."
Zhao Qiyang suddenly remembered something and said: "It just so happened that Master Xu Xian came to the humble residence. I, Baidi City, also have something to ask of Master Xu. Not long ago, a dragon boat from the Shanhai Division fell into the Snowy Tianchi area and was destroyed by the Snowy Tianchi."
The white clothes on the bed were dragged away, and for this reason our Great Shang Dynasty..."
"ah?"
Xu Shuo couldn't help but laugh: "Your Highness also knows my wise brother in white?"
"Good brother?"
King Jinan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "I have no other intention, I just want to say...can the Mo family's ancestral family build a few more dragon boats for our Great Shang Dynasty?"
"Can."
Xu Shuo nodded: "Your Highness can first send people from the Shanhai Division to the East China Sea to search for the ten thousand-year-old dragon bones. If they are found, the Mo family's ancestral family will naturally be willing to contribute people and efforts to forge treasures for the human race."
"Okay, it's a deal!"
Xu Shuo stood up and said: "Let's go, I have to go to Changming Mountain, so I won't delay your business."
"Master Xu Xian, you're welcome!"
…
Afternoon, Monster Clan Ancestral Mountain.
Shi Jungang slowly walked up the mountain road with a thin sword in hand. Not far away, her eyes fell in the direction of the back mountain of Zushan Mountain. There, the evil spirit was soaring into the sky, as if wisps of flames were rising into the sky. Behind a mountain
The mountain seemed to have turned into a flaming mountain due to the appearance of the abyss. She couldn't help but frown. It seemed that that person would soon be able to reach the thirteenth realm.
In terms of status in the heart of the Demon Ancestor, that person is the real supreme leader of the younger generation of the Demon Clan. Compared with him, Shi Jungang is actually just a pawn.
Not far away, a figure flew from the back mountain and landed on the mountain road. His body swayed slightly. It was Lu Xiuyuan who turned out to be a two-headed parrot. He fell to the eleventh realm after his head was cut off by Lin Wanhua's sword.
, now, there is a very clear wound on his wrist, which looks like it is bleeding excessively.
"Master Shi Jungang!"
Lu Xiuyuan saluted hurriedly.
Shi Jungang nodded: "Did you just go to the back mountain to donate blood?"
"yes……"
Lu Xiuyuan did not dare to show the slightest complaint and said with a smile: "That man's appetite is getting bigger and bigger. Now the eleventh realm practicing in Zushan has to sacrifice blood every three days, and the twelve realms are even worse once every two days.
, as for the Thirteenth Realm, you need to donate a few drops of blood essence almost every day."
Shi Jungang frowned: "I don't know if it's right or wrong to give the fate of the entire demon clan to one person. Let's wait and see."
"Um!"
Lu Xiuyuan smiled and said: "Isn't Lord Shi Jungang in charge of four military tents in the south? Why are you going back to Zushan? Could it be that there is some good news and you want to personally announce the good news to Lord Yuxi?"
Shi Jungang was stunned for a moment, then glared resentfully at the noisy parrot, "You deserve to be put in this situation if you don't pick up the pot!"
