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Chapter 1437 Meeting Dayu’er for the first time! Mr. Fan’s invitation again!

"The level is still too low!"

Yang Fan sighed and took back these two literary and magical powers into his body.

The two magical powers flashed and disappeared directly into the Milky Way.

Although two perfect literary and magical powers can easily make him step into a semi-saint.

However, the mere power of a semi-saint has not greatly improved the current strength. Instead, it is better to wait until the literary and magical power is about to evolve into a divine treasure, and then make a breakthrough in one fell swoop.

Compared with the "Emperor Wu" who has already stepped on the important building, and the Buddha's golden body, which is about to glimpse the threshold of the true Buddha with the "Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong", the progress of literature and Taoism is undoubtedly extremely slow.

However, Yang Fan instinctively has a feeling that the best order for him to break through is martial arts first, then Buddhism, then Taoism, and finally it is Wen Dao's turn!

"All things are unified!"

"Back to Basics!"

If the order is wrong, I'm afraid he will lose something!

This feeling came from the bottom of his heart for no reason, but Yang Fan instinctively planned to believe this intuition!

The night passed by in a flash.

Early the next morning.

The camp that welcomed the envoys gradually began to move. Fires were being made for cooking, and smoke slowly rose from the sky above the camp, giving the camp a touch of secular smoke.

After dinner, the delegation was welcomed and set up camp.

Yang Fan saw Huang Taiji and his party from a distance.

Compared to being suppressed at the gate of the city, Huang Taiji was obviously very proud at this moment and could not hide the smile on his face.

Surrounded by his subordinates, he greeted the titled Baturu and the ancestor gods around Shengjing City.

"I have long heard that the ancestor god Huo Du has a majestic demeanor. When I saw him today, he really lived up to his reputation!"

"It turns out to be Longsu Baturu. I heard my father Khan mention that when we fought against the Mongolian kings, you were the vanguard general and the enemy army was invincible. I didn't expect that after so many years, you are still as majestic as before!"

"It's Gechi Edubatulu..."

During the process, Mr. Fan followed Huang Taiji step by step, always half a step behind the opponent. Even though he was promoted to Chonglou, he still looked respectful like a courtier!

"snort!"

Amin on the side couldn't help but look gloomy. He couldn't tell whether it was envy or jealousy.

However, when he saw his grandma pretending to be Mr. Lin, he felt a little more balanced in his heart. You have great subordinates, and they might betray you one day!

But as for me, I have Amma, and I am Amma’s favorite son!

"Amamon, charge!"

With Amma in hand, I have the world!

Amin's expression slowly returned to calmness, looking quite calm and relaxed.

This made everyone under his command couldn't help but look at their Lord Beile in surprise. How long had it been before his Lord Beile's city had become so deep?

But Yang Fan couldn't help but glance at Amin, I think you want to eat shit!

Soon, the members of the mission, led by Amin and Huang Taiji, arrived at the camp of the Mongolian kings. Qian Muzhai, as the Minister of Rites, was responsible for preparing a welcoming ceremony.

The golden tent was also opened, and all the Mongolian kings were inside.

Amin glanced at Huang Taiji and took the lead in stride.

Huang Taiji didn't take it seriously, and kept the smile on his face as he walked behind. This actually made the Mongolian kings exchange glances secretly, and looked at Amin a few more times in surprise.

It's not that they don't know Amin, but they didn't expect that on this occasion, the son of Shuerhaqi, the Khan's brother, would be the welcoming messenger!

"The position of Great Khan cannot be passed down to the family, but to the nephew, right?"

This idea suddenly emerged from the hearts of the Mongolian kings, but was extinguished in the blink of an eye. However, they all thought of Nurhachi.

It must be to protect Huang Taiji and deliberately use Amin as a shield.

The real supporter must still be Huang Taiji!

A group of Mongolian kings couldn't help but make up their mind that they still want to make friends with Huang Taiji. This Amin... let him stay wherever it is cool!

But among the crowd of Mongolian kings, Bumubutai, who was dressed like a prairie elf, fell on Huang Taiji, his eyes flickering.

"Is this person... Huang Taiji?"

However, she didn't know that when she was looking at Huang Taiji, Yang Fan was secretly looking at her!

"Bumu Butai, is that Da Yu'er?"

Yang Fan lowered his eyes, and a deep Buddha's light flashed under his eyes. Under the gaze of Fate and Heavenly Eyes, a phoenix aura vaguely appeared on the other party! .??.??

Although he was very immature, he knew that the real rise of the other party was after the death of Huang Taiji. He used his body as a medium and profit as a bargaining chip to drive Dorgon, so that Fulin could stabilize his throne.

Of course, Dorgon's fate was also quite tragic.

After supporting Fulin, the aloof "Emperor Father and Regent" was even posthumously named emperor and given the temple title of Zong. However, the following year he was deposed from the title and had his grave dug up and his body destroyed!

The role this woman plays in it is interesting.

At first, he wanted Nie Laojiu to quietly replace this woman, but when Yang Fan saw this woman, he realized that it would be difficult for someone with such good fortune to be replaced.

"If you can't change it, then try another way."

Yang Fan secretly thought about it. Cheng Ping, who has been hiding in Daishan Mansion recently, seems to be very free except occasionally instilling some new ideas into Abahai, so he might as well...

"Ahem."

At this moment, a slight cough came from next to him.

"Mr. Lin, you are quite elegant!"

Mr. Fan’s voice

The sound came from the side, and he actually walked over on his own initiative, "That little Mongolian girl is indeed youthful, energetic and extremely beautiful. No wonder Mr. Lin couldn't bear to move his eyes after seeing her."

Yang Fan narrowed his eyes, turned to look at Mr. Fan, and said lightly: "You think you have made a breakthrough, so you don't take me seriously?"

"That won't happen!"

Mr. Fan shook his head and said, "There are nine levels in the Chonglou Realm, and one step leads to the world. I have just been promoted to the first level and have my first glimpse of the sub-levels! I have not come here to provoke you, I just want to tell you that our Lord has given you

Our promise will always be valid!”

"laugh!"

Yang Fan sneered, then suddenly changed the topic and asked, "Did you deliberately lead me to take action? To make someone else suffer?"

"It's just going with the flow."

Mr. Fan smiled slightly, "When I first met Your Excellency, I felt that Your Excellency's gaze made me uneasy. I didn't expect that it really pushed me into a desperate situation. This gave me the courage to break through."

He raised his head to look at the sky, with a hint of emotion in his tone, "Masters Wencheng, well, the world only sees that I am so glorious right now, who knew that others in the past would also be reduced to slavery? It will take nine whole years!"

"Nine years, do you know how I spent these nine years?"

"I don't know how many people around me have died, and I don't even know where the bones are!"

"Later I found out that the Ming Dynasty was busy with internal fighting, and the famous marquis in the past did not agree to use troops in this area, so that the Jurchen tribes were swallowed up from all directions and continued to grow!"

“I don’t know how many people are trapped here like me and become slaves!”

"Since Ming Dynasty cannot protect his people, then I will protect them!"

"A new country, Manchu and Han are one, Manchu and Mongolia are one, and all ethnic groups are integrated."

"Sir, are you willing to join this great cause?"

Mr. Fan extended the invitation again with sincere eyes.


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