Looking at this questioning and resentful look, even though Zong Shou had been as shameless as a city wall for a long time, he felt a little embarrassed at this time. He smiled and asked: "Let's see what happened to your Xuan Yue Mu Huang Jue——"
Xuanyuan Yiren's expression condensed, and he solemnly contemplated the body "The Sailing Without Watermark".
In fact, you can already tell without looking at it. The intense firepower in your body has disappeared without a trace at this time.
Looking inside at this time, she was even more surprised. She could still control the power of the brilliant flames, but the five elements had initially been balanced.
"I feel much better!"
Xuanyuan Yiren opened his eyes and sighed with emotion: "The cultivation level has regressed a bit, but it is more refined. There are no shortcomings in the technique. I feel that in just a few more days, Yiren can enter the seventh level!"
In the past, even if she reached the threshold of the seventh level, she would not dare to step in easily.
Once that happens, she won't be able to suppress it with just the Cold Spirit Mysterious Pill recipe Zong Shou gave her.
But now, let alone the seventh level, even if it hits the spiritual realm, there will be no problem.
And the purity of her true energy was far beyond what she had before.
but--
"It seems that there are still some flaws in the skill. There are still many accumulations in the chakras——"
"It's normal! It's just a night's work, so naturally it's impossible to solve them all. It's good to be able to do this. So, madam, you and I will have to work harder in the future -"
After saying this, Zong Shou felt that it was too explicit and might frighten Xuanyuan Yiren. He quickly changed his words: "Is Yiren feeling tired? In fact, it doesn't hurt to take a nap again today!"
Xuanyuan Yiren was immediately moved because she was really tortured by Zong Shou yesterday.
I feel exhausted physically and mentally, and my legs are also weak. One night is equivalent to fighting the enemy for several days.
Even at this moment, my mind was still confused and I couldn't think clearly.
"But according to ancient etiquette today, shouldn't we accept the worship of the ministers?"
Zong Shou's eyes turned into crescent moons when he smiled: "Why are all the ministers paying homage? Uh-huh, it's okay! I have never behaved like this in Tianshan. My husband will accompany you today -"
I remember that Ren Bo had indeed made arrangements with several officials from the Ministry of Rites. Today, in the morning at court, all the ministers met, and the queen accepted the gifts presented by her ministers one by one before the ceremony was completed.
If it were the rule of Donglin Yunlu in the past, the white silk would still need to be shown to everyone to make Zong Shou shake his head.
Fortunately, now that the Qiantian Kingdom has been established, this barbarian custom must be abolished.
In addition, he also had to offer tea and toast to his parents, but since his parents were not around at this time, this etiquette was naturally dispensed with.
But Zong Shou doesn't care about rules and etiquette.
How do you say that? The spring night is short and the sun is rising. From now on, the king will not go to court early——
He has always ignored political affairs, and today he continues to sleep with his beloved wife, so it’s no problem.
Xuanyuan Yiren was dubious. Just when he was hesitating, he heard a crisp exclamation from outside the palace door: "Young Master, your fox tail is exposed!"
Zong Shou was startled and quickly turned around to look. Sure enough, several fox tails stretched out from behind him at some point. There were seven of them in total, and they were wagging behind them.
He quickly put it away, secretly wondering why this foxtail ran out for no reason? He was out of control and looked towards the door.
They saw Chuxue and Ruoshui walking in from outside.
And Xuanyuan Yiren finally reacted, her pretty face turned red. She no longer dared to stay with Zong Shou, so she raised her sword and flew out of the dormitory with a 'swipe' sound, and fled far away.
Zong Shou couldn't help but be speechless, secretly thinking it was a pity. Then he glared at Xue'er fiercely, leaving Chu Xue confused.
I was right, the young master’s fox tail was really exposed——
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As a result, the morning meeting on the second day was completed normally. However, from beginning to end, Xuanyuan Yiren did not dare to look at him.
And all the ministers looked at Zong Shou with strange eyes and a bit of admiration. It was obvious that what happened last night had been spread. This also made Xuanyuan Yiren feel more and more embarrassed to see others. As soon as the ceremony was over, he ran away. Returning to the alchemy room, he said he would be in seclusion for ten days to prepare the new spirit salamander blood elixir. At this time, Ao Kun had already sent his dragon blood as a wedding gift for the two of them.
Xuanyuan Yiren refined this elixir again. Although it was an excuse to avoid Zong Shou, it was still justifiable.
On this day, after the ministers met, it was time for Lei Dong and Jin Buhui to say goodbye.
Zong Shou didn't feel reluctant to leave. Practitioners like them all lived for more than a thousand years. We would have time to get together in the future, but not at this time.
However, Zong Shou still sent the two of them out of the city of Qiantian Mountain.
"When you and I met that day, never did we think that three years later you would be so successful. You would create a country and be almost invincible in this world. I still remember my uncle. Every time I think of it now, he is I regret it. At that time, in front of the sect leader, I should have been more insistent——"
Zong Shou originally thought that before the two of them left, they would definitely mention guarding the space rift.
In the end, neither Lei Dong nor Jin Buhui said a word. Only the former felt a little emotional, and then said in a hateful tone: "But I, Lei Dong, will definitely repay the grudge of the day before yesterday! Zong Shou, please wait——"
Thinking of that day, Lei Dong felt resentful. Not only did Zongshou get him drunk, he even ignored him when he fell down Qiantian Mountain after being drunk. Fortunately, his body was strong and his bones were strong, so he didn't break.
But he also made a big mistake. This time when he goes back, he will be laughed at by Na Ruotao.
I falsely claimed to be an alcoholic, but I was drunk without even thinking about it, but I was drunk without any intention. How could I save my face?
In the past, he was the only one who used Lei Dong to trick others. When has he ever been tricked back?
Just as he was talking, he saw Zong Shou's face was solemn, looking towards a certain direction to the north, his eyes also thoughtful.
Lei Dong and Jin Buhui looked at each other, both showing expressions of astonishment.
Just for a moment, I felt something.
"This direction is the Yinlong Valley? Could it be that this Yunhuang ancient ruin has already been born?"
After judging the direction for a while, Lei Dong immediately felt strange again. The birth of Yinlong Valley should be a good thing for Qiantian Mountain.
At this time, Donglin was unified, and all the sects close to Lingyun Sect had been expelled.
With the Blood Cloud Rider as the backing, this Yinlong Valley is like something in Zong Shou's pocket, so why worry about it.
Zong Shouze nodded silently, but thousands of thoughts kept flashing through his mind.
He doesn't care about the birth of Yinlong Valley. The things inside have long been regarded as private property by him.
Especially now, when we are short of money,
Although there was a sect that had not yet conquered the front, it was precisely because of seeing Zhou Ji's Book of Fate that Zong Shou felt extremely expectant.
Being associated with this book, there must be something unusual about this ruins.
But what he cares about most at this time is the time when Yinlong Valley was born. It was a full three months earlier than his memory——
According to the records in the classics of later generations, the time when Yinlonggu was born should be at the end of winter in the twenty-ninth year of Yuanchen.
Is my memory wrong, or is it true that "the voyage has no watermark" is history and should be like this?
Or - for some other reason?
The Yinlong Valley is like this, what about the Corpse Demon Mountain? Will there be changes as well?
Jin Buhui's expression was normal at first, but after a moment, his eyes showed something strange: "This aura is so strong! Could it be that Yin Dragon? No -"
At that moment, a vast force suddenly swept across the sky above Yunlu in the east.
Even though they are thousands of miles away, they can still be clearly sensed. Even the true power within the body of "Sail without Watermark" spontaneously urges resistance.
Zong Shou also raised his eyebrows. This aura seemed to be no weaker than the original Shen Xiao.
“Let’s go and have a look!”
As soon as he finished speaking, he already jumped into the air and hurried away in that direction.
A land of three thousand miles, even though we rushed with all our strength, we arrived in only half a day.
Jin Buhui's cultivation was the worst, only at level seven, but with the help of Zong Shou and Lei Dong, he could barely keep up.
A moment later, a deep valley shrouded in black clouds appeared in the three people's field of vision.
With a radius of more than 700 miles, it is better to say that it is a canyon than a crater.
Zong Shou fell down on the edge, and then stood still, looking into the depths of the black mist.
The Yin energy in this mist is fully concentrated, and it is much denser than that of the evil spirit ditch.
Just like the sinking sea of clouds, spiritual consciousness cannot penetrate even a little bit.
"I don't know how many people have died! But in the spiritual world, only in such a place can a Yin Dragon be raised——"
Lei Dong frowned slightly, showing a thoughtful expression.
Zong Shou also nodded slightly, not only did many people die here, but most of them were high-level monks, so they had strong lunar resentment.
As far as he knew, the Yin Dragon should have already reached the spiritual level.
It is said that this realm is no longer suitable for the Cloud Realm. However, this beast has never been born, and this Yinlong Valley is actually the same environment as the Holy Land of Lingfu.
Therefore, he is not rejected by the cloud world and no one cares about him. Ordinary monks are even more helpless.
"But the aura just now is indeed not a Yin dragon, and it should not be a living thing -"
Perceiving carefully, Zong Shou's color is deeper.
——It doesn’t look like a living thing, but the breath contains soul power. Could it be a weapon spirit?
This level is at least the top magic weapon level——
The fluctuation of soul thoughts seemed to be asking for help. It should be that after tens of thousands of years, the magic weapon itself was on the verge of decline.
Jin Buhui was focused on something else. He took out several talismans in succession and drove them into the valley.
After a moment, he also nodded slightly: "The restrictions here have indeed been flawed."
The same is true for the Dragon Palace. After hundreds of millions of years, the originally flawless spiritual formation restriction began to show signs of damage.
At this time, within ten thousand years of the Cloud Realm, most of the immortal caves and ruins left in ancient times had been destroyed and searched across the sky.
But the remaining part is the real essence.
Just because the power of the sects in Yunlu in the east is also indestructible, they can only put it aside and wait for the day when the spiritual formation itself collapses. Or the day when the powerful sects return.
This is the case in Yinlong Valley. Someone discovered it after the illusion effect was broken more than ten years ago.