Tang Xuanming left Lin'an, where he was intoxicated with dreams. The extravagance of the capital of the Song Dynasty shocked him, and for a time he thought he had returned to Shanghai in later generations.
Regardless of technology, prosperity and order, this peak level is not inferior to the steel cities of later generations.
Tang Xuanming did not stay here long. After a brief sightseeing, he left here with dozens of carriages.
In his arms was the appointment of the Privy Councilor.
The inconspicuous seal and tiger talisman allowed him to control the entire army of the Song Dynasty, and he gently pinched the tiger talisman that could be coveted by countless people.
Listening to the sound of galloping horses not far away, Tang Xuanming smiled mockingly.
He came out of Lin'an this time with a thousand imperial guards. However, Guo Jing fought to the death in Xiangyang City without any help from any soldiers. It was really a huge mockery.
Sitting on the carriage, looking back at the city that reached its peak of prosperity in this era, it was like a dream. Above the city, a middle-aged man in Taoist robes looked at it from a distance.
Tang Xuanming turned back firmly, looked in the direction of Xiangyang City, and asked: "How long until we can reach Xiangyang City?"
A general in armor who had been lingering next to Tang Xuanming's carriage carefully drove his horse alongside Tang Xuanming, but was slightly behind him. He said respectfully: "Reporting to the Privy Council, there is still about half a month to go.
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"Um!"
Tang Xuanming nodded, returned to the bumpy carriage, and opened a wooden box next to him. In the box was a century-old ginseng that countless martial arts people coveted.
It was a treasure sought after by countless wealthy businessmen and wealthy families, a treasure that could be used to kill oneself.
Tang Xuanming broke off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed it and swallowed it. The bitter taste exploded on the tip of his tongue.
The golden divine dragon hovering in his heart exhaled a stream of essence. Tang Xuanming closed his eyes slightly, his chest and abdomen rose and fell, his lips moved slightly, and his nostrils opened slightly.
You can vaguely see a dense white mist condensing between his mouth and nose, which is the same thing that appeared before the Ant King method was introduced.
With the help of the essence spit out by the golden divine dragon in his heart and the countless precious medicinal materials he had swallowed these days, Tang Xuanming got here step by step.
The precious medicinal materials accumulated by the Song Dynasty for hundreds of years were wiped out by him. After the noble emperor tried the efficacy of the dragon's liner, he was so happy that he even used all the precious medicinal materials in Lin'an City with a stroke of his pen.
Collecting, packing, and letting Tang Xuanming take them all away, for fear that this heavenly being would be hungry.
Tang Xuanming brought dozens of carriages, all of which were filled with precious medicinal materials.
He believed that with the help of so many precious medicinal materials, combined with the essence emitted from his body, he would soon be able to master the Ant King Method.
His cultivation realm is destined to advance rapidly.
In this era where martial arts is gradually declining, he believes that if you give him a certain amount of time, no one will be his opponent.
At the top of Lin'an City, Zhao Yun looked at the smoke and dust that kept leaving. With the smoke and dust, it was not just the heavenly being who left the world, but also the fear and anxiety that had been weighing on his heart.
The middle-aged Taoist priest stood respectfully beside Zhao Yun without saying a word. Even though he was the contemporary Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, the Taoist reputation was extremely grand and could even influence the entire Taoist sect. In front of Zhao Yun, everything seemed insignificant.
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"I heard that you have mastered the art of qi reading, and you can tell a person's luck from his face."
Zhao Yun's face was expressionless, and his voice was calm and slow, as soft as a woman's. However, this middle-aged man did not dare to show any contempt, and there were even faint drops of sweat on his forehead.
He bowed and responded: "Nine times out of ten."
"Then look at the man in the carriage just now, how lucky is he?"
The middle-aged Taoist priest was sweating more and more. Zhao Yun never looked back, but the pressure on him was getting bigger and bigger.
He gritted his teeth and said, "It's priceless."
In fact, in his eyes, it was more than precious. The young man who just left here was surrounded by a majestic dragon. He even saw a five-clawed golden dragon surrounding him in the void.
If he hadn't confirmed many times that Zhao Yun beside him was the emperor of the Song Dynasty, he once suspected that the young man was the master of this land.
The smoke and dust had disappeared from sight, and Zhao Yun finally stopped looking, but turned around, looked at the sweaty middle-aged Taoist, and asked in a gentle tone: "It's expensive beyond words, how expensive is it? How does it compare to me?"
The middle-aged Taoist felt even more uncomfortable now. Under Zhao Yun's gentle gaze, he felt as if he was in hell.
Zhao Yun did not urge him, but quietly waited for the Taoist leader's answer.
In the midst of a dilemma, the Taoist priest remembered the rumors of the heavenly being coming to the world a few days ago. He had not witnessed it with his own eyes, but the Taoist people in Lin'an City swore that he saw the heavenly being descending on a dragon that day. World.
Thinking of this, the middle-aged Taoist said with a serious face: "The charm is elusive and indescribable, and the luck in the world cannot be compared with the luck in the sky."
He didn't say anything. As a magic stick, once he says something, there is no way to reconcile it later. If his guess is wrong, he will naturally lose his affection in front of the Nine-Five Supreme Being, and life will be difficult in the future.
"Oh! Is that so?"
There was no emotion or anger in Zhao Yun's tone. The middle-aged Taoist, who was always good at dealing with these dignitaries, felt secretly relieved, knowing that his previous guess was correct.
This level has passed.
Now when he was relaxing, the Ninth Five Supreme Master spoke quietly again, which made him feel relieved again.
"I'm very curious about what Tianshi Zhang saw just now, and why Tianshi, who used to be so eloquent in the past, is so confused today. This is not like the demeanor of a Taoist leader."
The middle-aged Taoist was sweating again and did not dare to answer at all. Zhao Yun's bright eyes were still staring at him, obviously wanting an answer.
Thinking of the legend about the heavenly man and the news from the Taoist disciples in Qintian Prison, the middle-aged Taoist gritted his teeth and said: "The poor Taoist saw a five-clawed golden dragon surrounding the young man, protecting him. .”
Zhao Yun did not make any comments, but just looked back, looked in the direction where Tang Xuanming disappeared, and murmured: "Is that really the case?"
Tang Xuanming insisted on leaving the imperial city, but he tried to save him many times, but he only stayed in the imperial city for five days.
During this period, the inner elixir of the dragon was examined by countless imperial doctors, but no one could figure out the origin of the inner elixir.
Only one of the oldest doctors with white beard and hair hesitated and said: "Maybe it's the anaconda's gallbladder."
Anaconda is also a big snake!
When Zhao Yun asked, the imperial doctor was not sure and shook his head: "But I have never seen such a big anaconda before."
After Zhao Yun used Jiaolong's inner elixir to make wine and drank it, the effect was indeed extraordinary. The jar of wine had been treasured by him, and no one dared to touch it without permission.
"O God!"
Zhao Yun whispered, finally stopped thinking about this issue, and turned around to go back to the palace.