Nu Tianhou said: "You two are being stingy. I want to give King Fu a priceless treasure!" After saying that, he smiled mysteriously and said, "I can't tell you what it is yet."
Zhang Jun smiled "hehe" and said, "If you don't tell me, I may not know."
Nu Tianhou was stunned: "You know?"
Zhang Jun said calmly: "Of course I know. It's just that you don't know that I know."
Nu Tianhou smiled and said: "Then I want to see whether the prince knows it later or not."
The three of them rode forward, and soon arrived at Jinzhu Mountain in the capital, and arrived at Prince Fu's Mansion. In front of Prince Fu's Mansion, there was a constant flow of water, and the carriages and horses were like dragons. It seemed that there were many people celebrating his birthday, and it was a hundred times more lively than the birthday banquet of the Nanhai Gang Leader. Zhang Jun and the three
After getting off the horse, a young man greeted him with a smile at the door, and said from a distance: "Your Majesty, Prince Fu, and Marquis Si Qing, I would like to welcome the King of Nanhai, and welcome the Marquis of Nu Tian, and the Marquis of Ling Tian has come from a long way, please come quickly.
Come and take a seat in the hall!"
Zhang Jun looked at the young man named Si Qinghou. He looked like he was only in his twenties, but his actual age was definitely no more than thirty. However, he had an indifferent temperament. Judging from his cultivation, he was at least a Taoist master.
Level. He couldn't help but secretly thought it was a pity, thinking that this person has such good qualifications, why should he embark on this ordinary path of cultivation? If he can become a Dharma King, a Taoist, and even the Son of Heaven and a Master along the way, his achievements will be limitless.
But now it seems that although this son has amazing qualifications, his future growth has been set and he will not be able to impact Daluo. Thinking this in his heart, he smiled slightly and said: "The prince is a Taoist master at such a young age. It is really amazing.
,amazing."
Prince Fu smiled "haha" and said: "King Nanhai has given me the reward. I practiced cultivation rashly and became a Taoist master. Now I wish I could practice cultivation again so that I could become a Dharma King like King Nanhai. Unfortunately, that is impossible."
After saying that, he sighed. The title of Dharma King is extremely precious, and there are very few people who can achieve Dharma King status throughout the ages. But now that the great world is coming, many people have reached the Dharma King level, and even the Taoist level.
Zhang Jun's heart moved, and he thought to himself: It's a pity that this person is not one of my closest relatives. Otherwise, I could use my merits to help him rebuild, and he might not be able to control the core laws.
While talking, the Crown Prince invited the three Ling Tianhous into the hall. There were many people in the hall, mostly ministers and nobles. Of course they recognized Ling Tianhou and Nu Tianhou, and even more so Zhang Jun. Zhang Jun was in the court that day.
Shang Guan fought with the Grand Sima and was rewarded with a title, which left a deep impression on the people present. So many people came forward to say hello.
Among them, an old man with a sinister look came up to him and said hello: "King of Nanhai, long time no see. I miss you very much."
Zhang Jun thought to himself, old guy, I don’t even know you, what do you miss me? Even though he thought so, he still nodded to the other party with a smile. In addition, there were some acquaintances in the crowd, such as Xiang Liuwei and Ji Wenxian.
Liu Wei stood far away and nodded to him, but did not come over, looking very cold.
On the other hand, Ji Wenxian walked over openly, spoke to Zhang Jun very affectionately, and secretly sent a message: "Brother Zhang, why did you come to the birthday banquet of King Fu? In my impression, you and King Fu don't seem to be familiar with each other.
?”
Zhang Jundao: "Ling Tianhou said before that this blessed king is a great man with many talents and a wide circle of friends, so I wanted to come and make friends with him."
Ji Wenxian said: "You really shouldn't come. Although this blessed king is well-known, he is very mysterious and behaves strangely. It's best not to get too close to him. And I heard that there is a group of mysterious people who are secretly active, especially with
King Fu's frequent visits may be detrimental to you."
"Hard to me?" Zhang Jun raised his eyebrows, "Besides the Jiang family, I shouldn't have offended anyone else? Why did they deal with me? And what's the reason?"
Ji Wenxian said: "Their identities are surprising. They are all members of the royal family. They are all powerful and hold great power. Even Emperor Xia is restrained by them. The group composed of these people has no name to the outside world, but to the outside world,
But inside it calls itself the Great Temple.”
"The Great Temple?" Zhang Jun smiled scornfully, "The great Xia royal family established such an organization. What a bunch of idiots."
"They are not stupid, but they have an agenda." Ji Wenxian seemed unwilling to say more and simply said.
They were talking here, and Ren Tianzun walked over over there. He and Xian seemed like enemies and friends, and they both nodded slightly after meeting. Ren Tianzun said: "King of Nanhai, we meet again. I hope to fight side by side with you.
It’s a pity that Emperor Xia didn’t recruit this prince this time.”
Zhang Jundao: "I feel the same way. Crown Prince Ren has extraordinary qualifications, and his achievements in the future will be limitless. There will be people who will succeed him as king."
Ren Tianzun smiled, turned and left. However, he secretly sent a message: "King of Nanhai, I admire your character and take the risk to warn you. You cannot stay in this palace of Prince Fu for a long time and leave quickly."
Zhang Jun was secretly shocked and hurriedly asked: "Why did the prince say this?"
But Ren Tianzun stopped talking and walked away. Zhang Jun squinted his eyes. He looked around and found that everyone was talking freely and there was nothing wrong. He could think of the nine-stringed harp playing as a warning to him when he arrived.
, he couldn't help but become vigilant.
He pulled Ling Tianhou over and asked: "Ling Tianhou, why doesn't Prince Fu come out?"
Ling Tianhou shrugged and said: "Prince Fu always behaves unexpectedly. Maybe he is preparing some activities to surprise everyone."
Zhang Jun smiled and said: "If he doesn't come out, why don't we go for a walk? I have something to say to you."
He didn't wait for Ling Tianhou to object, and pulled Ling Tianhou away, but was stopped by Prince Fu. The latter smiled and said: "Where are you two going? The birthday banquet is about to begin."
Zhang Jun let go of Ling Tianhou and said, "I want to go to the garden of the Hou Mansion to see it. Isn't it convenient?"
Prince Fu smiled "haha": "Of course it is possible. After the birthday banquet, I will personally accompany you two there." After saying that, he clapped his hands, and the curtains at the back of the hall moved to both sides, and a group of young women began to chat there.
There was singing and dancing. All kinds of spiritual fruits, fine wines, and delicacies were served. The ministers and nobles laughed and talked, and the birthday banquet officially began.
Zhang Jun had no choice but to sit down and think to himself: "Then Tianzun Ren must not be deceiving me. Should I leave or continue to attend the birthday banquet?"
While he was hesitating, a middle-aged man with a wide body and a fat look on his face came out. The middle-aged man wore a royal robe, a crown on his head, and leather boots. He smiled and held his hands to everyone and said: "I am
The king is late, and all the distinguished guests are surprised."
After speaking, his eyes fell on Zhang Jun, and he laughed and said: "Is this the Marquis of Nanhai who killed tens of billions of demon soldiers on the Western Front, frightened the demon clan, dominated the world, and made Daxia feel proud? He is indeed a young man.
A hero, a display of talent, so enviable!"
This compliment made everyone's eyes fall on Zhang Jun. He stood up and said with a smile: "Prince Fu is very generous. I definitely don't deserve the honor."
King Fu smiled "Hehe": "You have to do it even if you don't deserve it. It's all your contribution. Looking around the world, who among the immortals of Great Xia doesn't know the reputation of the King of the South Sea? Come on, come on, I will drink three hundred cups with you to celebrate the Western Front.
A great victory." Immediately, a maid offered water for sprinkling, and Prince Fu served as an election cup in honor of Zhang Jun.
Zhang Jun drank it in one sip and secretly observed his surroundings. He found that Nu Tianhou had gone somewhere and Ling Tianhou was talking to someone not far away.
After both parties finished drinking, King Fu smiled and said: "It's a coincidence that I have a distant cousin who just came from the battlefield outside the Eastern Front. He talked about a few community songs and danced a few spear skills. He heard about your meritorious service, King of Nanhai.
He is unparalleled and powerful in the world. He is very envious and wants to discuss with the King of Nanhai to gain more knowledge."
After he finished speaking, a young man walked out from behind. This young man was very handsome, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, ape-like arms and wasp waist, and a face like a silver basin. He was wearing silver armor and holding a silver gun. He had a murderous aura about him, as if he had just been
Just walked off the battlefield.
The young man took the lead and bowed his hands to Zhang Jun and said: "The last general is Gongyang alone. I have heard about the reputation of King Nanhai for a long time, so I came here to pay my respects. I hope to get some advice from the King of Nanhai so that I can gain more knowledge."
Zhang Jun is a ninth-level Dharma King, so naturally he is not worried about such trivial matters like calling for battle. He said calmly: "It turns out to be General Gongyang. How does General Gongyang want to compete with this king?"
Gongyang Duxiu flashed the silver spear in his hand and said: "The young general has learned a set of spear techniques called the Thunderbolt Magic Light Spear. He has never met an opponent on the battlefield. I heard that the King of the South China Sea's spear skills are amazing and he has killed trolls. I will finally think
I want to ask for advice."
Zhang Jun said calmly: "It would be rude to wield swords and sticks. Just now the King of Nanhai said that the general's musical skills are extraordinary. How about we compare them?"
Gongyang Duxiu was exactly what he wanted. He was secretly happy and said hurriedly: "Okay, in that case, we are better than the music!"
After saying that, two piano boys walked up carrying a piano. The body of the piano was made of dragon bones, but the strings were made of dragon tendons, releasing bursts of dragon power. As soon as they saw this piano, someone exclaimed
: "Dragon Bone Qin!"
Some people with little knowledge can't help but ask people around them: "Where does this dragon bone harp come from?"
The person asked looked at him contemptuously, but still answered patiently: "The Dragon Bone Qin is made of dragon bones and dragon tendons left over from ancient times. It is extremely powerful and precious. Even Taoist-level figures cannot play it.
Under the attack of its music, it cannot hold on for long. Legend has it that many noble people in our Daxia want to get it, but they have never succeeded."
After the Dragon Bone Qin was placed, Gongyang Duxiuguang sat down first and said with a smile: "Daxia has a tradition of fighting music, using music to communicate God's will and command laws. At the end of the day, I will be bold and want to fight with the prince. Please return the favor to the prince.
Show mercy."
Zhang Jun said calmly: "Fists and feet have no eyes, and the music is ruthless. You just have to attack with all your strength to avoid hurting yourself."
No one else knows the details of this unique Gongyang, but they know Zhang Jun's methods. How can someone who has defeated the Demon Army in a row not use many methods? So they are all looking forward to seeing what amazing methods Zhang Jun uses.
.
Gongyang Duxiu's ten fingers were pressed under the strings, and the atmosphere in the entire hall became solemn. An iron-blooded murderous aura filled the scene, making everyone present feel breathless, and many people's faces turned pale.
Shivering slightly.
Zhang Jun's hands were still folded in his sleeves, and he just stared at the other person quietly. The nine-stringed harp should not be played lightly. Once played, it would be an eye-opener for everyone present, so he planned to give the other party some opportunities to show off first.