Tu Shanjun also sat down, looked at Ruzang and Yu Shen beside him, nodded slightly and said, "I'm sorry for disturbing your party. My friend has such a temper that he won't leave until he sees me."
"Master's words are serious, please give us a break. Aren't we, you, all a family?" Wu Rong took over the words with a smile, melting the solemn atmosphere just now.
Luo Manping picked up the wine bottle and asked in surprise: "Your apprentice?"
Tu Shanjun nodded and said: "Disciple Yibo."
"If I die one day, he will have a share of the inheritance."
"No wonder."
Luo Manping let out a long sigh.
After drinking a full glass, the Yin Ji serving on the left and right hurriedly poured the wine.
After drinking three drinks in a row, he wiped the corners of his mouth and said, "You are very strict in accepting apprentices. I remember that you didn't even confiscate the martingale, although he didn't mention it."
"I have stopped accepting apprentices for a long time." Tu Shanjun's expression was quite calm.
However, a strange color still flashed across his eyes, and he didn't know whether his decision was right or wrong.
But it's better than enduring that kind of pressure again.
In fact, the pressure does not matter. He is just worried that if he succeeds in killing him, he will take action this time if the disciple wants to bully the master and destroy the ancestor. Will he take action next time if the disciple does not make a big mistake but just disobeys his decision...
No one can explain clearly that what people fear most is habits.
Once you get used to it, it will become natural.
Kill this today, kill that tomorrow, and kill if there is any slight disobedience. Which banner master really meets his own standards?
It's better to block this road completely.
"I see!"
Luo Manping put down his wine bottle. He came to ask why he didn't choose him, why he didn't stay in the Shura clan, and why he had to leave. Now he had the answer in his heart.
In this world, if you want to talk about who a weapon spirit is close to, it must be his disciples.
"I heard that the Marquis was granted a title, so I think he was preparing to find a place in the cloudy sky."
Luo Manping looked at Wu Rong.
Wu Rong nodded and said, "That's right."
"Please choose the fiefdom as close to the Shura clan as possible, so that our clan and the Marquis can be each other's horns in the future."
After Luo Manping finished speaking, not only Wu Rong was stunned, but Ru Zang and Yu Shen also looked stunned.
They thought the Shura tribe was here to demonstrate, and wanted to warn Wu Rong not to choose the fiefdom too close to each other.
After all, the Shura tribe used to be very aggressive.
Of course they don't like a new force with great potential being around them.
Wu Rong could only look at his master, his eyes full of surprise.
Is Master Tu Shanjun so influential?
The clone of the ancestor of Taiyi Shengxian Sect came to persuade them personally.
Dongyue King City even named him a Marquis of Marquis.
He is a little great sage. Even if he has a good understanding of extraordinary strength, he is not a true Taoist king.
There is no strong background like the Celestial Race behind it.
Dongyue made him his master, not just to make him his master, but big shots always like to go around in circles when doing things, and he was the one who was pushed to the stage.
Wu Rong didn't think anything of it. Anyway, the master and apprentice were on the same path.
Unexpectedly, Ruzang, a Buddhist disciple from the Western Heaven, came and said that he was serving Jiazi.
Since it is effective, it doesn’t matter whether the opponent is a Bodhisattva or a Buddha. One armor is enough for him to pull off a tiger’s skin and make a banner.
With such a mascot, the strategic value far outweighs the risks.
Then the rather mysterious Great Sage came to seek refuge.
Yu Shen is really capable. He can even participate in the Bon Festival and leave calmly. I guess he is a proud and arrogant person. It is impossible for him to just accept and bow to a "hidden dragon" when he meets him.
What he was interested in was that there was a Taoist Master like Master standing behind him.
Now, the Shura tribe in Yintian advocates that the fiefdoms be close to each other and form an alliance, let alone.
At first glance, he is an old friend of his master.
Wu Rong smiled bitterly.
Any of these resources will make people jealous.
If he wanted to be a rich man and live happily, he could enjoy it until his death, but Wu Rong was obviously not such a person.
He chose Yintian because he knew that under the relatively fixed situation of the five worlds, Yintian still retained the freedom to grow wildly.
King Dongyue didn't care about the strife and annexation of the various princes. He only cared about whether taxes could be paid on time.
Cloudy days become a paradise for the strong.
Of course Wu Rong has great ambitions, but under such great ambitions.
He wanted to have a place.
A place of your own.
They will not be driven away randomly like wild dogs on the roadside.
Now……
Seeing everyone present, Wu Rong grinned.
He thinks this is right.
Who is Master?
Isn’t it normal to have resources and connections?
As a disciple, there is nothing wrong with him using these resources and connections.
Wu Rong stood up and slightly raised his aquiline nose, stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Master Luo, of course I hope that the Asura clan can form an alliance to advance and retreat together. I will definitely consider it carefully when choosing a fiefdom."
Luo Manping immediately stood up and held his big hand: "It's a deal!"
After some discussion, Luo Manping left in a hurry.
There are many affairs within the clan, and many things are waiting for him to deal with.
Especially after experiencing the tossing of the left and right guardians, the clan's strength is empty, and now they have to wait for new blood to be replenished. It will not take hundreds of years to regain their strength.
Fortunately, the ancestor is out of seclusion and there won't be too much trouble with Dao Lord in charge.
Luo Manping sought out Wu Rong to form an alliance, not only because of considerations of combat prowess, but also because he knew Tu Shanjun's character. The scripture in the previous chapter even helped many monks in the clan go further.
After considering many aspects, he could not find any reason not to form an alliance.
Send Luo Manping away.
Yu Shen said: "Lord, Grand Master..."
Tu Shanjun looked sideways and asked, "What did you call me?"
Yu Shen stood up in fear and said respectfully: "I worship the Marquis as my lord. You are always my lord's master, so you must be the grand master, the master..."
Tu Shanjun was surprised and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, I misunderstood."
He thought that the other party had accidentally said his name.
Didn't expect this to be the case.
This title is correct, but now Wu Rong is only a prince at most. How can he add such an honorific title? So he waved his hand and said: "Just call me sir."
"You...have been an official in the secular world?"
Yu Shen shook his head, but hesitantly said: "I dare not deceive my lord and husband. Our ancestors once served as officials in Shenting."
"No wonder." Tu Shanjun didn't hesitate.
Judging from the other party's appearance and conversation, he must have come from an official family. I didn't expect that the other party's ancestor was a heavenly official of the divine court.
This is no wonder.
This person was shocked when he heard Wu Rong say that he would imitate the ancient divine court.
Even Wu Rong and Meng Lang decided to surrender.
"I see that the heavenly secret skills you have cultivated are quite capable of moving stars and changing battles. You must be a good divine king at least for your ancestors."
"It's a pity that the power of Shinto is weak in this world. You went to the Western Heaven and didn't find your place. I'm afraid the remnants of the Beiluzhou Domain also displeased you, so you came to Dongyue King City."
"After all, Dongyue King City still retains some of the charm of Shenting, but there is no place to display it."
"This is how you find me as your disciple."
…
Yu Shen's eyes widened and his arms trembled slightly.
He underestimated this old monster.
Just one glance, 'one glance', actually revealed everything about him. This is such a terrifying experience and vision, it makes people want to escape.
a long time.
Mr. Yu, who had stabilized his mind, cupped his hands and said, "Yes."
He couldn't answer anything else.
Apart from saying 'yes', anything else I say is very pale.
Master Ruzang said Amitabha in his heart, and slowly lowered his head. The other party had probably seen through the thoughts in his heart.
Tu Shanjun did not mention it directly, which was obviously for the sake of both parties.
He smiled helplessly.
When he came back to his senses, he became an old monster with "bad taste".
I still remember a time when I was the one standing there.
Listening to Gao Xiudaneng talk about his origins and point out the little secrets in his heart.
I'm really scared, I'm afraid that I'll be blown away.
It's not that he insists on exposing others' background and background, but it's a kind reminder.
Shinto cannot be revived.
At least you can't tell people so blatantly.
To speak of God is also to imitate.
Take the essence and discard the dross.
"Whether it's a god or an immortal, as long as it's useful, what do you think?"
Yu Shen gradually calmed down.
He now understood what this 'devil' meant.
Almighty doesn't care about family background.
Don't talk about immortals and gods, I'm afraid it's all demons and ghosts.
"Amitabha, Mr. Yu, don't be afraid. Speaking of gods, the things Mr. Tushan did in the forbidden land are enough to be written into volumes."
Ruzang shrugged. Others didn't know what was in the Forbidden Land, but he knew clearly that the new way was probably the result of Tushanjun's involvement.
"ah?"
Yu Shen couldn't figure it out at all.
"drink wine!"
A feast of joy.
Tushanjun realized that he had not had a drink for a long time.
In the past, everything I ate was tasteless, and then I realized the benefits of spiritual wine. Later, spiritual tea, spiritual rice, etc. all had a taste. The status of this spiritual wine naturally declined, and I drank it freely when I was interested.
The next day.
early morning.
The envoy from the royal city arrived early.
It is said that he was ordered to invite Marquis Guanming to go to Tufu to select a fiefdom.
Get on board.
Those evil soldiers and ghosts were taken away, leaving only the devil to wait around.
Wu Rong cast a spell casually and tidied up his appearance.
The van is quite spacious, like a walking room in a private house.
Wu Rong, who was sitting down, looked at Yu Shen and said, "Mr. Yu, are there any good places in those fiefdoms near the Shura clan?"
"Most of the fiefdoms close to the Asura tribe are controlled by others, and the most powerful among them are Rakshasa, Gandharva,..., the land is mostly barren and not as good as the land of Sanchuan. We can find a fiefdom close to rivers, rivers, and rivers.
It doesn’t matter if it’s smaller, the important thing is that it has enough spiritual energy.”
"Having that kind of earth spirit vein can greatly save us time in training soldiers and horses."
Wu Rong shook his head and said: "A good place like that must be watched by many people, and even wealthy people would stretch out their hands to control it. In a place like that, it will be restricted by others."
"Sir, don't you know that golden horns and silver-edged grasses have belly."
Yu Shen looked at Wu Rong in surprise: "Developing power is completely different from playing chess. Don't you know, my lord, that even with the seventh-level spiritual veins rewarded by the royal city to improve the geographical location, the edges are not as good as the Sanchuan River Basin in the Central Plains."
A harsh place will greatly reduce your spiritual energy.
Just maintaining the spiritual veins requires a lot of hard work, and the gains outweigh the losses.
"Since we want to develop, the first choice must be the place with the best resources."
"The few resources brought by the geographical location are not important at all."
After hearing this, Yu Shen frowned suddenly and said in a long voice: "I know that the master and the grand master... must have huge resources in their hands, but they can't be compared with what the geographical advantage brings, which is like a gift from heaven. No matter how huge it is.
Even the treasures will be spent one day."
"But a good site can enable us to develop sustainably."
"My lord, are you still going to say that the elixir will open the way, resources will accumulate, and a hundred thousand golden elixirs will be released?"
"good!"
"Even if the master actually pulls out the resources of 100,000 golden elixirs, what will happen next?"
"No more than that?"
"Just a one-off deal?"
"How many second-step monks can be produced from one hundred thousand golden elixirs?"
"If you don't say pick one from a thousand, pick one from a hundred, at most you will be a thousand Nascent Souls, and then pick one from a hundred, you will get ten transformed gods."
"Ten."
"The cream of the crop won't be enough next time, not to mention that the second-step monks only need to understand the true meaning, but the third-step monks have to refine the false to the true."
Wu Rong sighed: "It's true that I was wrong."
Yu Shen let out a sigh of relief, nodded happily and said: "My lord, I know..."
"I should have a million gold elixirs first!"
Yu Shen was stunned.
Then he suddenly stood up and pointed at Wu Rong angrily.
My fingers are trembling with anger
He didn't say a word for a long time, then suddenly turned around and walked away.
He doesn't blame Wu Rong for Meng Lang at first, knowing his mistakes can greatly improve things.
But rotten wood cannot be carved at all!
Seeing the atmosphere like this, Master Ruzang on the side didn't know what to say, so he could only chant the Buddha's name. He also felt that Wu Rong had the wrong idea.
"Sir, please listen to what I have to say. It won't be too late to make a decision then."