"Stop staring at each one, go back to the ground and distribute it equally." Leshan Taoist said with a straight face and angrily.
"Yes." All the immortals smiled happily. They felt that it was really worthwhile to come down to the market. Some of them woke up and drank water without forgetting the well digger. They said some words to Ye Qing to celebrate the victory: "Congratulations to the Duke of Han for stabilizing Xiangzhou.
, we can expect a harvest in the coming year..."
"Thanks to all the fellow Taoists for your help..."
Ye Qing dealt with the situation, understood the reason for the enthusiasm of the immortals, and felt happy in his heart... I just want you to be moved. If someone else is rich and powerful, it would not be so easy to seduce.
This time, he specially invited the Immortals of the same lineage to come down for a team fight. In addition to digging holes for people like Zhang Jiao to bury them and removing the obstacles for the Han people to seize the world, he also wanted to convey a message to the True Immortals of the same lineage: "Follow me.
Have meat to eat”
The effect seems to be very good now. For those who are aspiring to become Qing Emperor, the value of this reputation gain itself is much higher than the benefits given out. To rise into an immortal power in a short period of time, in addition to cultivating one's own Taoist companions and
Wings, it is necessary to find some allies.
Ye Qing thought that he had a good relationship with Da Siming and Leshan Taoist priests, and he was more helpful to Shao Siming. Unfortunately, the position of the Earth Immortal was still too high. At the moment, it was within his ability to have more contact with these true immortals of the same lineage.
Able to maximize profits... This time he didn't end up in trouble himself. He just led a group to organize a battle and directly wiped out a dozen powerful enemies of the same level. What could be easier than this?
Just at this moment, the "bang" in the sky outside the ship erupted with a vibrating celestial force, and there was a faint moan from a woman.
Nuwa?
Ye Qing was startled, and chased after him, ignoring the yellow scarf soldiers fleeing outside. He saw a huge light lotus in the night, and his angular figure fell into the faint lotus heart. The distortion of time and space made his figure lengthen, and his shout also lengthened:
"Ye Qing...just wait, I, Zhang Jiao, will come back——"
Ye Qing was speechless for a while, had his feelings been on his shoulders?
This guy really doesn't know how to learn his lesson...
Compared to the clamor of his defeated general, he was more concerned about Nuwa's situation above him, and asked via voicemail: "Are you injured?"
"A little backlash, it'll be fine later."
Nuwa let go of the hand covering her mouth and fell back into the snow, with a bright expression on her face: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ye, for letting him run away again..."
"It's okay. There are many ways to save the lives of the direct disciples of the Black Lotus Sect. It is difficult to calculate death without being in a desperate situation. Even if we win just now, we can't leave four direct disciples of the Black Lotus Religion. There may be a backlash on the way to death, causing huge losses.
..." Ye Qing was very aware of the situation of the battle just now and comforted her: "After all, it's enough to go down to earth and achieve the strategic goal."
The light lotus disappeared among the snowflakes. Nuwa was a little worried and asked: "Will Zhang Jiao come again?"
Ye Qing's eyes flashed with a hint of joking: "Zhang Jiao cherishes his life, and he definitely doesn't dare to die alone again, but he has to have a reason to move to recruit troops, right? How could he tell the master of the Black Lotus Sect that he abandoned four
Junior brother, run away before the battle?"
There was a popping sound of stepping on the snow behind. When Leshan Taoist heard these words when he came over, he also nodded in agreement: "If you are above the Earth Immortal, don't even think about lying. If you don't want this matter to be found out, the best way is to play it down. If it makes a big fuss,
The one who died was Zhang Jiao himself."
Ye Qing spread his hands to Nuwa: "Look...that's it."
Nuwa was speechless for a while, then laughed out loud: "In that case, that guy just said harsh words, and it was quite serious."
"Or, or not, it doesn't matter... No matter how cunning the fox is, he can't defeat the old hunter, can he? When he escaped last time, he and I were both Yangshen real people. This time, the outside world may have obtained the local soil data to perform spells.
Optimize, he regained his true immortality, and I was promoted to a true immortal, but who do you think will be promoted to an earthly immortal first, me or him?"
Ye Qing was very confident and said that he was at home in this troubled world and had no fear of defeat by any of his subordinates. If he bumped into Zhang Jiao in the future, he might have become a fake earthly immortal that resonated with the Five Immortals. He didn't even have to end up personally.
Mobilize Taoist companions, wings, and allies to have a group fight, and a group of people will beat him up, and teach that guy to learn to be a human being again in minutes.
Nuwa glanced at the young man's energetic expression, then withdrew her gaze and asked, "Do you want to meet them?"
In the south, the red light illuminated the night sky, and a long dragon gathered and dispersed with torches. Tens of thousands of Han troops had surrounded the city, chasing the Yellow Turban soldiers who had lost their support. She faintly saw a team coming this way.
This is what I was referring to when I asked if I wanted to meet.
However, Ye Qing was not prepared to get involved anymore and only said: "I have checked and found that the system of the Han Dynasty has not been out of shape. It is generally in place. There is a hint of green in the white and red dragon aura, and it is exactly the green system."
"The implementation of Dragon Qi did not happen overnight, but the trend has been established. We cannot always be nannies. Only by sharpening them and cultivating them in the future can there be a group of famous ministers and generals who are not inferior to the famous ministers I brought out back then and contribute to our country of Han."
——Now, let’s go back..."
"The Han people in this world will have to take their own path from now on."
After a short time, the fairy ship flew away and disappeared into the night sky. After hearing the news, the kings and ministers of the Han Dynasty who came over saw only snowflakes and felt lost for a moment.
One month, spring of the third year of the Xiang Dynasty.
Just as the city of the imperial capital was decorated with lights and colorful decorations, the emperor received the message that the Yellow Turban Army had been destroyed in the south. He put it away in his sleeves and raised his head to look at the Temple of Heaven with calm eyes.
The sky is clear, the palace music is solemn, hundreds of officials bow down in obeisance, quiet whips clear the way, and the ceremonial officials sing, creating a grand solemnity.
In the biting cold wind, the emperor, dressed in grand ceremony attire, steadily climbed the jade steps to the Temple of Heaven.
The Temple of Heaven is round, symbolizing the round sky and the square place, and a three-story pagoda is built to symbolize the sky. When you enter, you can see that there is no floor inside the three-story pagoda. There is only a circular dome on it. There is an empty patio, and you can see the blue clouds. The winter sun has no temperature.
, falling on the emperor's middle-aged and flabby cheeks.
He heard his footsteps echoing in all directions, and he had the impression that his father said that this was an ingenious design and the effect of the magic circle, which could gather the voices of the speakers in the middle and spread them to the middle and to the sky above the courtyard. If there was a sky, he should be able to hear it.
The voice of the emperor has been heard, but... so what if I heard it?
"If God doesn't bless me, I will choose God."
The emperor sneered and took out a piece of black lotus agarwood and stuck it on the ground in the middle of the official's surprised eyes. The official whispered: "Your Majesty, this is not in line with the etiquette of worshiping heaven..."
The emperor stared at it: "I order you to continue."
With the ninth level of royal power, the ceremony officer suddenly felt that something was wrong. He knew that if he hesitated for a moment, he would be killed. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He did not dare to persuade him anymore and continued the process, performing the traditional ritual ceremony for the ceremony officer.
Next, came the emperor's memorial text. This was originally done by the ceremonial officer, but today, it was the emperor himself who read the memorial text: "Prime Minister He Shan Chen Zhang Xiang would like to memorialize to heaven——"
Strange to say, as soon as the emperor opened his mouth, the black lotus and agarwood on the ground spontaneously ignited without fire. The cigarette curled up to the patio, like a flash of black light penetrating the sky. Suddenly, dark clouds surged in from all directions, blocking the sun, and in the dark clouds
Thunder and lightning.
The ministers were in an uproar, feeling unlucky and not daring to disturb the heaven-sacrifice ceremony. They just scolded the astronomer who had calculated the celestial phenomena and said it would be sunny today.
The emperor's expression was unusually solemn, and he looked up at the dark clouds quietly, his voice unchanged: "... I wish to shorten my life and commit suicide, and ask for God's blessing to restore my great power in Hunan...
The voice was still reading, but at this moment, the sky and the earth had become as dark as ink. Raindrops the size of soybeans fell and gathered in sheets. Water lines spread between the sky and the earth. The streets and alleys in the city were filled with the panic sounds of people running to avoid the rain.
The ceremony officer stared at the black lotus and agarwood on the ground. Seeing that the incense did not go out even in the heavy rain, he suddenly understood. He knelt down on the ground and kowtowed, crying: "Your Majesty, you can't..."
The heavy rain poured into the courtyard, drenching the whole place. The emperor's forehead and hair were wet and covered his face. His whole body was soaked and cold, and his heart was burning. He struggled to finish reading the sacrificial text: "I prostrate myself to respect the emperor.
Listen to fate."
At this moment, the heavy rain fell, and the incense was faint. His soul seemed to rise along with the smoke, penetrated the rain curtain, and overlooked the crowd kneeling at the venue, the panicked citizens in the city, the chaotic refugees in the north, and the newly emerging dragon in the south.
Qi, and the mind sublimated to an extremely high distance, a golden and cyan sun shadow was far away from him, and a cyan and black bigger sun shadow was approaching him.
"Ah...is this the transfer of destiny..." The emperor opened his arms and welcomed his choice intoxicated. The blue-black sun was generously releasing its power to him. The dragon energy that had been weak for a long time revived slightly, and the columnar shape moved upward.
The elongation further affects the movement of the sky and the sun, and it rises higher and higher, seeming to exceed the sky.
At this moment, there was a shattering sound, as if a layer of boundary membrane had been penetrated, and someone suddenly heard a soft cry.
The emperor was shocked and turned his head to stare at the man. He saw a young man in noble robes through the Dragon Qi Pillar. His face could not be distinguished. Only the bright star looked at him without fear, as if he was carefully observing the changes in his body.
The breath of two realms.
The emperor was in a daze at this moment. When he met this person, the dragon's instinctive hostile reaction couldn't help but anger him: "How brave, who are you? You are such a stranger, but if you don't kneel down when you see me, you are not afraid of killing the nine tribes?"
"Idiot... dare to betray me and turn me into a traitor..."
"I still have a few years of imperial destiny, but you are a traitor in the region, but everyone can punish you. No one can save you."
The young man's eyes were slightly cold. He stretched out his hand and pointed, and a blue-purple book pierced the sky, blocking the blue-black shadow of the sun. On the other hand, the golden-green shadow of the sun suddenly froze, and the Yang Qi steamed fiercely.
A large gold-encrusted jade seal pressed down on the emperor.
"If you dare to attack me, I will make all the men in your family slaves and women forever - ah..." The emperor's cry quickly turned into a scream.
He regained some consciousness in the hazy state. He looked up and saw that the seal clearly had eight characters: "Ordered by Heaven, Live Long and Prosperous." With a bang, the seal was pushed down by the Taishan Mountain and knocked him down into the sky. All the way down, he could only hear his own JMMMMM.
There were screams of panic, and finally, with a pop, his body was shattered into pieces and his bones were painful, and he fainted.
After an unknown amount of time, the emperor woke up. Surrounded by a group of palace maids and eunuchs, he was still in shock: "Don't kill me——"