"Quit the court!" The Emperor waved his yellow robe, turned around and left the hall, without even looking at the people below.
"Long live my emperor, long live long live..."
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After scolding the ministers, His Majesty the Emperor's anger immediately dissipated. Geng Zhuoyu, the master of palm printing, personally held hot tea in front of the middle-aged man and said:
"Your Majesty, all the ministers in the palace have gone back."
The man in yellow robe nodded and took the tea cup and drank it in one gulp. Then, the man in eunuch clothes took out the letter that was placed in the court from his sleeve and handed it to His Majesty the Emperor again.
"Your Majesty, how should this Luo Yunzong issue be resolved?"
The man in yellow robe touched his frown after hearing this. He took the letter and threw it aside. This letter was sent by Luo Yunzong. Most of the content in the letter was actually "scolding" him as the emperor.
The reason was that he did not send any soldiers to assist Luoye City, which made His Majesty the Emperor very unhappy.
The reason why there is partisanship in the court is because Luo Yunzong is fueling the flames. But now, because the two factions have been tit-for-tat, Luoye City has no foreign aid. Instead of reflecting on what he has done, Luo Yunzong puts this matter aside.
Anyone would feel unhappy if all the sins were blamed on him, which is why His Majesty the Emperor simply looked at him in the court and threw them aside.
However, the content of this letter is not entirely harsh.
"You want me to kill a hundred people in the sacrifice formation and help Luo Yunzong's true disciple Wang Yuan'e enter the secret realm, haha."
In fact, the man in yellow robe had no anger in his heart before reading this. He was very happy to use Luoye City to beat the four major families, but he really didn't want to take the blame for sacrificing a hundred people, which would lead to his position as emperor.
He was shaken and was called a "tyrant" by the world.
After thinking for a while, the man in yellow robe wrote a letter, then stamped it, handed it to the eunuch, and ordered:
"Take this letter and go to the capital prison immediately."
Geng Zhuoyu took the secret letter and immediately put it into his sleeve, cupped his hand and replied:
"My slave obeys your orders."
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"Dad, do we really want to enter the blood-stained secret realm?"
Hearing his son's solemn question, the owner of Jiangyue Bamboo Village was extremely determined.
"If I don't go, won't I have to watch my grandson die in vain?"
At this time, the two of them were in the village, but a barrier was set up around them to prevent others from listening.
"But dad, this blood-stained secret realm is no small matter. You have also seen that from beginning to end, except for those from the eight sects, no other forces can get close to it!"
Indeed, since the Bloodstain Secret Realm was opened, Luo Yun Sect has sent a large number of people to guard it strictly. No one except people from the eight major sects are allowed to approach. Anyone who violates the rules will be beheaded. Jiangyue Bamboo Village is just a small reclusive family. How can it be true?
Can be the opponent of these large sects.
After hearing this, Master Jiang opened his eyes angrily and clenched his fists. All the ancient secret realms in the world are in the hands of the eight major sects, and other forces have no qualifications to take a share of the pie. This is why almost all the masters in the world are
They are all the reasons for being born in the eight major sects.
It's hateful, but these small forces can only obey. After all, this is still a world where martial arts is respected.
Thinking of this, most of Jiang Zhuangzhu's anger immediately dissipated, and his clenched fists couldn't help but loosen.
"Oh, what should I do..."
As he was talking, Jiang Yudu, who had been out for half a month, suddenly opened the door and entered.
"Huh, dad, grandpa, I finally found you... I'll take a drink of water first!"
After that, he picked up the tea cup on the table and drank it in one gulp.
The middle-aged man looked a little unhappy when he looked at him. His son was going to inherit the position of the patriarch of the family in the future. How could he be so ignorant? But before he could speak, the old man next to him took the lead and said amiably.
Said: "Drink slowly, don't be in a hurry."
"Gudonggudong" After taking two big gulps, the heroic young man said: "Grandpa, if you want to enter the blood-stained secret realm, you have to kill a lot of people to pay homage."
The middle-aged man frowned and asked, "Who did you hear this from?"
"I think this is how the Demonic Cult and the Divine Cult got in."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "pop" sound, and the middle-aged man slapped the table and stood up.
"You went to Fallen Leaf City?! Didn't I tell you not to go there!"
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man who was a little confused immediately became angry. Before Jiang Yudu went out, he had told him many times not to go to Luoye City.
After being scolded, the heroic young man shut his mouth knowingly, lowered his head and stood there, waiting for the other party's punishment. What he feared most in Zhuangzi was his father. Since he was a child, as long as he went against the other party's wishes, he would be hit.
The young man would scold him in every possible way. Fortunately, his grandfather loved him very much and would always stop his father in time when he beat or scolded him.
"Okay, just go, as long as everyone is fine."
The father glared at the young man fiercely and sat back.
Master Jiang didn't care about the middle-aged man's attitude towards this matter. Instead, he thought about what Jiang Yudu said. If entering the secret realm really requires a large number of lives, then their Jiangyue Bamboo Village really can't enter it.
Okay, after all, killing people is not something he is willing to do.
Not only him, but the middle-aged man next to him also had the same idea. Although he had been trying to dissuade the old village owner from entering the secret realm, after all, it was his youngest son who was sick again. It was impossible not to feel distressed. He
I just don't want my father and the whole family to get into trouble.
It was already approaching evening, and the cooks in the back hall had already prepared the meals. The aroma flowed into the house along with the wind, lingering on the tip of Jiang Yudu's nose.
He hadn't eaten for a whole day, and his appetite was immediately aroused by the aroma, and his stomach began to growl without realizing it.
Before the middle-aged man could scold him, the old man waved his hand and said, "You guys can go out. I'll think about whether there are other ways."
The middle-aged man did not dare to disturb him, so he had to hand over his hands and lead the heroic young man out of the house.
The night passed by in a hurry, and the old man did not know how many candles were burned. Although the blood-stained secret realm was opened, no one knew when it would suddenly close again. He did not have much time to think about it, and he had to make a decision as soon as possible.
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"Grandpa, it's time to eat!"
The heroic young man shouted while pushing open the door, but after entering the house, he found that there was no one inside. Only the herbal tea on the table and the long-burned candle were still there...