Chapter 267: The sect finalizes the monthly ticket)
The man's voice was clear and hoarse, with a magnetic quality. It made people want to get closer to his voice involuntarily. It also had a sharp and noble aura, with an underlying edge.
"It is said that in the north of the Middle-earth continent, there is a young man from a noble family. At the age of nineteen, he killed a seventh-level thunder giant butterfly alone with only his sword. He has been favored by all the sects in the Cloud Realm."
He is also a spiritual and martial artist. Due to his family background, martial arts and spiritual methods have entered the realm of Huanyang Xuanwu Sect. He can be said to be the first person in Donglin Yunlu in the past ten years. It is also thanks to his clan that this son is hidden like this.
for a long time.”
When he took over the topic and said this, the young man narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Being able to kill the seventh-level giant with the sixth-level realm. Even if he is a spiritual and martial artist, it is impossible. He is probably not an emperor's martial arts.
By leveraging the power of one country and one army, we can cultivate both spirit and martial arts."
"Although this man comes from a noble family, he does not command an army, nor has he ever been the leader of a country. On the contrary, his family is very ambitious and is working hard to recruit heroes and accumulate strength. I am afraid that he has the intention of being disobedient. The situation that day
, no one else knows, but if my guess is correct, it should be in the seventh-order giant.
Under the pressure of Die, he suddenly had an epiphany and entered the realm of the unity of spirit and martial arts. It is really rare for this person to be twenty-one years old. Although his martial arts talent is not as good as Zong Shou's, he became a psychic in swordsmanship at the age of thirteen. However,
If there is no other person in the younger generation who can combine spirit and martial arts, then this boy should be invincible."
There was a hint of appreciation in his voice. Then the man's tone also became calm.
"It is said that this boy also uses diagonal techniques!"
The young man in Confucian uniform smiled heartily when he heard this: "So, your Sword Sect is planning to take that person into your sect as well?"
The long purple sword did not hide it at all, and the tip of the sword was slightly pointed: "It is indeed true. Don't you, ordinary people, be unmoved?"
"To be honest, Your Majesty, I, the Taoist Master of the common people, have definitely never been tempted."
The young man in Confucian uniform chuckled, with a hint of self-consciousness: "I am still somewhat self-aware. Common people have always been regarded as evil heretics, and it is okay to occasionally make trouble in the Middle-earth continent. But if we treat these possible
If the candidate of the God Emperor takes action, he will definitely be besieged by a group of people. No matter whether it is Buddhism, Confucianism, Taoism, or any other magic sect, they will not allow me, the Tao of the common people, to get involved."
His eyes flashed again, revealing a bit of brilliance: "What if this is not the case? As long as your Sword Sect is willing to give up this sect guard to me, the Cangsheng Dao. Then we, the Cangsheng Six Sects, will definitely help you fight for this God Emperor's seed.
!”
There was a sudden silence from the purple sword. After a moment, he doubted again: "Are you really willing to do so? Although the swordsmanship and psychic skills are good, the gap in understanding may not be irreparable. The aptitudes for the integration of spirit and martial arts,
But it is something you can only meet but cannot seek. You may not find one for thousands of years."
"So what if you don't give in?"
The young man in Confucian uniform shook his head slightly, then raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of expectation: "I am optimistic about this sect guard, and he is very suitable for my temperament. After training, he may not be as good as your sword sect if he is well trained.
The future direct successor is you, Your Majesty. If you really choose this son, in the future you will
You still need to be careful. It is good to have the aptitude for combining spiritual and martial arts. But to truly master it, it still requires a lot of effort. If one fails, it may be ruined. It can be accomplished by chance before the heaven.
There are many examples of people who can combine spirit and martial arts. But in the end, there are only a few people who can do it again."
"How I train my disciples has nothing to do with you."
The purple sword stopped talking nonsense, and the sword body trembled again and said: "Since your mind has been made up, then the matter is settled like this. That's very good! Zong Shou, I will give it to you, but you, the common people, can't
You will definitely help my Sword Sect fight for it with all your strength."
When the words fell, the sword shook again. It flew directly through the air and disappeared on the top of the tower.
When the young man in Confucian uniform saw this, he was extremely envious. Having this second soul was indeed extremely convenient. When he had free time in the future, he would definitely get one.
I also feel relieved in my heart. I have been sitting on the top of this tower for more than a month. I am not just arguing with words. The method of the Sword Sect, but no matter what, I have always fought with strength and sword.
Seize it.
He muttered secretly: "It's finally done, but this guy actually agreed like this? Isn't he afraid of colluding with me, the Tao of the Common Life, and being accused of colluding with evil spirits by those bullshit? Does this Sword Sect really have ambitions to aspire to the Middle Earth?
A battle for the throne?”
Shaking his head in confusion, the young man in Confucian uniform stood up. Then he yawned and stretched his waist.
Seeing that the thunder and lightning on the spikes below were gathering more and more intensely, I couldn't help but click and step on it at will, causing the thousand-foot giant tower to shake violently.
"Okay! You don't need to chase people away, I will leave by myself. Since the master of the Sword Sect has left, there is no need for me to stay here any longer. Hey! If you weren't the only one here, I could cover my breath. Do you think I
If you are in the mood, come to this shabby place like yours? What a shabby tower? It’s so ugly that you can’t even beg me for it after you say it.”
Just when the huge tower was almost violent, and countless thunder snakes flashed out of the way, the young man in Confucian uniform flicked his sleeves, waved the wind and clouds thousands of miles away, and stepped out hundreds of miles away.
Traveling among the clouds, the young man suddenly let out another exclamation of surprise. He closed his eyes and fell into deep gratitude.
"The secret martial arts of the king? This Zong Shou is really good at everything he learns. But this is really difficult to handle. He is not the God Emperor. What does he want with this imperial aura?"
Another wry smile: "Can it be said that this child will lose a rare treasure as soon as he enters the world? This child is really not easy to worry about."
But there was not much sadness on his face. Instead, there was a bit of joy on the young man's face.
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Two days later, it was still the top of Qiantian Mountain. The top of Qiantian Mountain was actually extremely steep before.
But since Zong Weiran built the city here, he completely leveled the mountain and created a vast flat land with a length of thousands of feet from north to south.
After the Chongzheng Hall, there is a large palace. However, although the houses built here are majestic, the decoration inside is a bit shabby.
It can give Zong Shou a glimpse of his simple style when his cheap father was still the Demon King.
At this moment, Zong Shou was sitting weakly in a warm pavilion.
This place is where Zong Weiran handles government affairs on a daily basis, and can be regarded as a study. After Zong Shou succeeded the Demon King, his father naturally occupied this place after his father died.
But at this time, he had a sad face. For the first time, he felt that the position of the demon king and the lord of a city was really not that easy to assume.
In the past two days, he was almost buried in piles of animal skins and bamboo slips. Yes, it was animal skins and bamboo slips.
In this era, paper was still an extremely rare thing. All the tribes under the jurisdiction of Qiantian Mountain and the vassal cities used animal skins and bamboo slips instead of paper to write official reports and save expenses.
In later generations, it would be called "saving official expenses" and more than half of them were made from free animal skins.
But Zong Shou suffered a lot. After two days, he was stained with the smell of earth, saltpeter and fishy smell. Even though his hands were strong, they still felt a little sore from the weight of those bamboo slips.
At this moment, there are still days' worth of animal skins and bamboo slips piled up in this room.
Even though it took more than half a year for the inventory to be accumulated by the owner, it can be seen how heavy the city lord's affairs are in a day.
I really don’t understand how Zong Weiran managed the affairs of the nine provinces in an orderly manner and at the same time, his martial arts realm also advanced by leaps and bounds.
With a sigh, Zong Shou turned to Weo Shui who was handing the animal skin to one side, and opened his mouth to say a few words, but he was hoarse and couldn't make much sound. In the end, he had no choice but to use his hands to speak."
Ruoshui looked confused and watched Zong Shou waving his hands wildly. After a while, he guessed: "Is the Crown Prince saying that he wants to pick out the important ones?"
At this moment, Zong Weiran was so moved that he was about to cry. This girl finally understood. It was not easy.
Next to her, Su Chuxue couldn't help but chuckle: "Young Master, you are truly unprecedented this time. That Sky Fox Clan Uncle couldn't do anything to you. In the end, he actually made himself mute, Young Master. Lord, why are you laughing so hard?"
Zong Shou snorted, but he couldn't make a sound. He could only glare at Chu Xue angrily and make a few ouch sounds to show his dissatisfaction. This girl really doesn't have a long memory. A while ago, this girl's Xuetun was just raped. He taught him a lesson, but this time he raised his tail to the sky again. How dare you mock your young master?
"Young Master, your voice must be changing. My uncle said that all children are like this. We, the demon clan, have merged with the blood of mythical beasts, which makes us even more different."
After taking a look at Zong Shou's Adam's apple, Chu Xue thought that she might be like this in the future, and couldn't help but feel a little worried.
But a moment later, he saw the threat in Zong Shou's eyes again. He immediately thought of something and his pretty face turned red. Then he rolled his eyes slightly and snorted with a sense of revenge: "But like the young master, smiling When you smile, you make yourself dumb. I have never seen it before. It is said that there are still residual throat bones in our throats. Some people get better in a day or two after becoming mute, while for some people it takes a month, two months, or even a few days. Years of time. Some people have never been able to speak in their entire lives. Right, Sister Ruoshui?"
Weak Shui is picking through the pile of animal skins, which seems to be the more important "animal skin"
Hearing this, he couldn't help but nodded blankly.
Zong Shou was startled for a moment and felt a little worried. He had used his true energy to look inside for the past two days. There were indeed almost excess bones in the throat, and the vocal cords seemed to have changed slightly. The situation didn't seem to be serious. serious,
But when it comes to speaking and making sounds again, I can't say for sure.
Could it be said that if I don't recover in a few months or a few years, I will only be mute for a few years?
I really regret that I really got carried away that day at the altar of sacrifice to heaven.
In fact, it’s good to pretend to be cool like a scholar, Feng Qingyun Dan. You don’t necessarily have to laugh to show off your heroic demeanor. It’s too tacky!!