The Confucian Sage King smiled knowingly and said: "Okay, you just asked me so many questions in the palace. You must be looking for treasures in thousands of mountains to improve Tianyuan's strength."
"That's right." Ye Hao nodded slightly. In fact, there was another meaning, but this could only be known by himself and could not be told to others.
"I'll take you to find it."
"How to find it?" Ye Haoxiao asked, "Don't you only have one-third of the clues in your hand?"
"One-third of the clues are enough." The Confucian Sage King smiled, with a hint of madness in his smile.
"However, before that, I must restore my strength to its peak!"
"Then what do I need to do?" Ye Hao asked with a smile.
"You don't need to do anything, just wait quietly."
After saying this, Confucian sage Wang Jinzhi left, leaving Ye Hao standing alone.
…
Caifeng Holy Dynasty, Caifeng Imperial City.
In a palace in the palace, there was the sound of men and women laughing, and suddenly an old man with a cane came to the door of the palace.
"What's the matter?"
A strong male voice came from the bedroom, and there was a hint of impatience in the voice, as if he was unhappy to be disturbed.
"The Sub-Saint King, it's me, the Ghost Holy King."
The old man on crutches knelt respectfully at the door of the palace and spoke word by word.
This old man was the seventh-level Lingxiao Saint King who participated in the siege of Confucian Saint King in Tianyuan New City. After leaving Tianyuan New City, the old man rushed to Caifeng non-stop, just to inform the current Caofeng Holy Dynasty of the news he had obtained.
of rulers.
"You old ghost, you ruined my good deeds, do you know?" There was a slight anger in his voice.
"Oh, Your Majesty, you hurt me."
"Come on, Your Majesty, it's getting late, it's time for you to go to bed."
"Yes, Your Majesty, I have prepared many new tricks for you to try today."
"Please forgive me, Holy King. I have something important to report." The Ghost Holy King pressed his forehead against the ground, not even daring to breathe.
"Okay, okay, I will have fun with you today." Then, the Yasheng King, who was laughing with his concubine in the palace, continued: "Old man, if you have anything to say, tell me quickly, I'm busy."
"Yes." Ghost Saint King said hurriedly: "Isn't it that a new first-grade holy dynasty was promoted recently? So I invited a few people to go together to prepare to teach that holy dynasty a lesson. Guess who I saw there?"
"Who? It can't be my imperial brother who has disappeared for a hundred years, right?"
"Sage King Mingzhi is the long-lost Confucian Sage King!"
"What!"
There was a sound of surprise in the dormitory, and then the Ghost Saint King, who had excellent hearing, heard a faint sound of dressing. Then the door of the dormitory opened, and a man wearing thin clothes, messy hair, and red lip marks on his face appeared.
A young man appeared at the door of the palace.
The middle-aged man stared at the old man lying on the ground and said, "Are you telling the truth? My imperial brother who disappeared for a hundred years actually came back with a newly promoted holy dynasty?"
"It is absolutely true, it is indeed the Confucian Sage King himself, but..."
"But what?"
"However, the Confucian Sage King did not come back with a newly promoted holy dynasty, but came back with a holy dynasty. He seems to have become a member of Emperor Tian Yuan."
The middle-aged man frowned and asked carefully: "What is the realm of Emperor Yuan that day?"
"It sounds funny, but he is only the eighth level of Lingtian Emperor."
"Pfft." The middle-aged man frowned and couldn't help but laugh: "My royal brother has really aged like a dog. When he left, he was still a ninth-level little holy king, and now he gave it to an eighth-level Lingtian Emperor.
The people started to attack."
"Holy King, Confucian Saint King seems to be injured. His strength is only level seven." Ghost Saint King corrected him.
The smile on the middle-aged man's lips became wider, and he said playfully: "Oh, I thought that after a hundred years, not only to enter the Holy King in the spirit, but also to enter the Holy King in the spirit, I didn't expect that instead of retreating, I would advance instead."
Hearing that the current situation of the Confucian Sage King was not good, the middle-aged man couldn't help but feel very comfortable.
The Ghost Saint King asked cautiously: "Then what should we do next?"
The middle-aged man paced at the gate of the palace, and then said: "The Treasure of Thousand Mountains must be in his hands. If he wants to improve his strength, he will definitely open the Treasure of Thousand Mountains. You go and keep an eye on it first. If he does anything, tell me immediately."
"yes."
The Ghost Saint King left.
The middle-aged man leaned against the palace door and suddenly pulled off the moon chain on his chest. There was something hidden in the chain, and those things were what his brother asked him to keep when he left a hundred years ago. They are also treasures of Qianshan.
Two thirds of the clues remain.
"It's been a hundred years, and it's time for this thousand-mountain treasure to appear."
"Someone's coming!"
A group of monks from the Lingtian Emperor realm appeared in front of him.
The middle-aged man looked majestic and said: "Send me to Linyi Palace!"
Afterwards, the emperor of the Caofeng Holy Dynasty, King Yasheng, ignored the calls of the concubines behind him and led a group of monks towards Linyi Palace.
…
Tianyuan Holy Dynasty, Tianyuan New City.
Ye Hao is in the secret room, concentrating on refining the elixir, and the elixir furnace used for elixir refining is the ancient Qiankun bath furnace.
Looking at the increasingly red pill furnace, Ye Hao knew that whether the pill could be successfully refined would be revealed soon.
The spiritual energy from both palms continued to pour in, and at the most critical moment, there was suddenly a knock on the door in the secret room.
Bang!
There was an explosion in the alchemy furnace, and Ye Hao opened the door to the secret room with a black line on his face.
Then a man in white clothes walked in. The man was full of energy and holding a feather fan. He seemed to be in a good mood. He came to Ye Hao and said with a smile: "Alchemy failed again? It's okay, it's not once or twice anyway."
Already."
Ye Hao opened the alchemy furnace and found that all the medicinal materials had turned into a pile of debris.
She couldn't help but said in pain: "Can't you wait and knock on the door again? Do you know how precious the medicinal materials used to refine a seventh-level elixir are?"
It was the Confucian Sage King who broke through the barrier and said helplessly: "Can you blame me? It seems that you are not strong enough in alchemy yourself?"
Ye Hao didn't want to pay attention to him and silently picked up the elixirs he needed from the piles of elixirs around him.
"It's okay. It is rumored that there is an alchemy method in the treasures of Qianshan, which can greatly increase the alchemist's probability of success in making alchemy. In the worst case, I will compensate you with that alchemy method. Please stop making alchemy. Let's go out."
The Holy King smiled.
Ye Hao stood up and said coldly: "Let's go, why are you still standing there?"
"Aren't you going to make elixirs..." The Confucian Sage King was stunned for a moment.
Ye Hao held his forehead and sighed: "Who told you that I am going to make elixirs? I am looking for the things we need for this trip. Now that we have all the things, why don't you take me to find the treasures of Qianshan."
"Oh." The Confucian Sage King understood instantly and walked out of the secret room with Ye Hao.
As soon as he came out of the secret room, he saw Tuntian lying lazily on the dragon chair, while the rest of the people stood respectfully in the hall, as if waiting for the arrival of the only emperor of the Tianyuan Holy Dynasty. (To be continued)