Ning Weimo asked: "Your Highness, what else has the general speculated about?"
Xin Yanque said: "He also speculated that if Wang Luoshen
If I push you too hard, you will definitely take a step back and come up with a compromise. He also said that Mr. Ning is a compromise person by nature."
Ning Weimo was silent for a long time.
If others said this to him, he would naturally feel a little unhappy.
But these words came from Lin Ye's mouth, and Ning Weimo was not unhappy, only a little bitter.
"No matter what, things will develop as they should."
Xin Yanque said: "As His Majesty said, it doesn't matter whether the process of this matter looks like we have the upper hand or they have the upper hand. What matters is that the result of this matter will not change."
Ning Weimo said: "But if the process of this matter doesn't look beautiful, it means... I am incompetent, and I am incompetent in everything I do."
Xin Yanque said: "Don't talk nonsense."
Ning Weimo said: "I do think so."
Xin Yanque said: "Then you are wrong. At most, it is your incompetence. What does it have to do with the other adults in the office? They don't know anything. It is just your incompetence. Don't worry."
Ning Weimo: "..."
Xin Yanque smiled and said, "Your Majesty actually knows how each of you will behave and think."
Ning Weimo sighed: "So your Majesty has probably thought of it for a long time, and I will make a compromise decision at this time."
Xin Yanque said: "Since His Majesty appoints you as Prime Minister, I naturally know how you will do things."
Ning Weimo sighed again.
Xin Yanque said: "I don't know why you have such a sad look on your face... His Majesty also said that when it comes to being an official, Ning Weimo will definitely last longer than Lin Ye."
Ning Weimo didn't feel happy and could only smile bitterly.
Because it sounded like he was praising him, but in fact it was characterizing him.
A person who can be an official.
"Let's go back."
Xin Yanque said: "As Prime Minister, it's not good for you to be away from the office for too long. When you go back, you should do a few things I told you and you can just wait and see what happens to the other things."
What Ning Weimo fears most is that at this critical moment, he can only be a person who waits and watches.
When the civil and military officials of the entire court were discussing in private that His Majesty would abdicate, he had actually seen through His Majesty's thoughts.
His Majesty will abdicate, but he will never abdicate in a casual way.
How can a person like His Majesty be willing to do so if his career as emperor, which has been in power for more than twenty years, is not brought to a perfect end?
He is smart enough, but maybe because he is too smart, he always chooses the most compromised approach at critical moments.
He won't be too aggressive, nor will he back down, and he will always be in the right position.
He said: "Actually, it would be better if I were a little more stupid."
Xin Yanque curled his lips when he heard this: "Isn't Lin Ye smarter than you?"
Ning Weimo was stunned.
Xin Yanque said: "I am a very unpleasant person because I don't care about other people's feelings when I speak. Why do I have a high status? I don't need to care too much about whether others are happy or unhappy."
He looked into Ning Weimo's eyes and said: "If you were Lin Ye, if you had his status and his cultivation, you would be in the Nushan camp now, with a hundred thousand elites under your command..."
He took a step closer, stood face to face with Ning Weimo, looked directly into Ning Weimo's eyes and asked: "Do you dare to do the same thing as him?"
Ning Weimo remained silent.
Xin Yanque said: "You can't and don't dare, so you are so pretentious. Lin Ye is the one who should be pretentious the most. Everyone else can tolerate their own pretentiousness. If you can't help it, you have to endure it."
Ning Weimo leaned over and said, "My lord, remember."
Xin Yanque said: "Your Majesty is right. Whoever is in a certain position should do something well. If he can't do it well, it's not that the position is wrong, but that the person placed in this position is wrong."
Ning Weimo's heart tightened, and he leaned over again and said: "Chen, remember."
Xin Yanque returned to the chair and sat down. While pouring tea, he said, "Even I am more qualified than you to be pretentious."
Ning Weimo felt nervous again.
At the same time, Shangyang Palace.
A disciple quickly walked to the gate of the courtyard on the back hill of Shangyang Palace. Disciples were not allowed to enter or exit at will.
This compound was specially prepared for Lu Junji. The old master said that some people can be managed, and some people cannot be managed.
If you can manage people, manage them; if you can't be managed, let them do their own thing.
Lu Junji is a genius, and can even be said to be a genius among geniuses.
He cannot practice, but relying on his absolutely smart mind and the strange weapons he has developed, he can fight anyone in the God-endowed realm.
Is the rune technique taught by Dali Jiao Shang Qingyu powerful?
That must be powerful, quite powerful. Places like Shangyang Palace have become more awe-inspiring because of Shang Qingyu. You say he is powerful and ignore it?
But in a real one-on-one fight, Shang Qingyu may not be Lu Junji's opponent.
Shang Qingyu is said to be the strongest at long range, so why not Lu Junji?
With Lu Jun's method of gathering hundreds of strange monsters, he can even avoid appearing in front of the enemy.
When this disciple of Shangyang Palace arrived at the door, he leaned over and asked for instructions. He said that it was Chen Weiwei, the priest of the Dali Sect, who asked Lu Jun to gather in the main hall of Fengyu Temple to preside over Shang Qing's funeral.
The disciple guarding the door shook his head and said, "The Dali Jiao said that nothing can disturb him."
The disciples who came to invite people were anxious: "That is the funeral of the Dali Sect!"
The disciple guarding the door looked helpless: "It's useless for you to yell at me. You should know what character Dali taught him."
"I go."
At this moment, Lu Junji stepped out of the courtyard.
As soon as he appeared, the disciples quickly bowed and saluted.
The disciple who came to invite him said quickly: "Chen Dali teaches that according to seniority and prestige, when the master is not in Fengyu Temple, the great priest Lu should be in charge of important matters."
Lu Junji nodded and said, "I understand. Go back and tell Chen Weiwei that I will be there later."
The disciple felt relieved after hearing this, and quickly turned around and ran back to report the news.
Lu Junji turned back and glanced at the compound again, seeming to be a little reluctant to give up. He didn't know why there was such reluctance in his eyes.
"Go get the things I prepared last night."
Lu Junji gave an order, and the disciple on duty quickly ran into the courtyard.
Not long after, several disciples came out carrying a large box. The box was so huge that it could definitely fit three people.
It also looked very heavy, and it was difficult for several disciples to carry it. These disciples were not ordinary people, and their strength was much greater than that of ordinary strong men.
Lu Junji walked in front, and several disciples followed behind carrying boxes.
We walked all the way through the backyard, through the corridor, and finally arrived at the Zhentian Hall of Fengyu Temple.
The disciples of Shangyang Palace have always called themselves disciples of Zhentian, and the headmaster of Shangyang Palace has always been called the messenger of Zhentian in the world.
The status of the priests of Dalijiao is second only to the master of Fengyu Temple. After His Majesty announced the cancellation of the position of the master of Fengyu Temple, the status of the priests of Dalijiao is second only to the master of the temple.
Although Chen Weiwei cannot convince the public, he is a priest of the Dali Sect after all.
Standing in front of the disciples, he saw Lu Jun gathering over. After pondering for a moment, he quickly led the disciples to greet them.
Ever since she saw Shang Qingyu's strength, Chen Weiwei no longer dared to look down on any great Lijiao.
Even Nie Wuzhi, who was promoted together with him, he felt that he should not be despised. Maybe that guy was hiding something secretly.
As soon as Lu Junji approached, Chen Weiwei leaned over and saluted: "Uncle Lu."
He called him uncle to show his humility.
Lu Junji took one look at him and said: "Your master is the Priest of Ceremony of Tianshuiya in Yunzhou. He is a second-generation disciple of Fengyu Temple. He is my nephew, so you should call me Grand Master Uncle."
Chen Wei was startled.
He had no idea that Lu Junji would not give him face so much. As a priest of the Dali Sect, as a rule, they treated each other as brothers and sisters.
When he called him "Uncle," he felt that he had given Lu Junji some face, but Lu Junji would not accept the face he gave him.
"Put my things down, and you guys, please step aside."
Lu Junji gave an order, and the disciples in the backyard listened and quickly put the big box away, then bowed and exited the hall.
Lu Junji walked to the coffin. The coffin had not yet been sealed. He looked down at Shang Qing's body. That face looked so familiar.
"In terms of seniority, I should actually call him uncle. He is the disciple of the headmaster. Although I am the disciple of the headmaster in name, in fact, he teaches many things on my behalf."
Lu Junji took two steps back, lifted his robe and knelt down. As soon as he knelt down, all the disciples in the hall knelt down.
Chen Weiwei looked around, then knelt down after a moment of silence.
"Uncle Master Shang died at the hands of a traitor. Up to now, he has been laid to rest and will be buried soon, but there is still no clue as to who the murderer is."
When he said this, Chen Weiwei reminded him: "Uncle Shang... In the hands of Uncle Shang Tai, I discovered
A fragment of clothing, judging from the fragment..."
Before he finished speaking, Lu Junji interrupted him.
"you shut up."
Chen Weiwei's expression changed.
Lu Junji kowtowed and then stood up and looked at the disciples present.
"You all know how to conduct things in Shangyang Palace. For thousands of years, the rules followed by Shangyang disciples are actually not that many. There are only four words, which are to follow the saint's teachings... to maintain morality."
"Shangyang Palace is responsible for the morality and justice in the world, and there is no reason for Shangyang Palace to ignore the morality and justice within Shangyang Palace."
He walked slowly to the big box, reached out and opened it.
While talking, he took things out of the box.
The first thing taken out was something like a skeleton, but it was larger than a normal person, and the skeleton looked a little strange.
Under the gaze of everyone, Lu Junji actually put on this skeleton-like thing.
This thing should be tailor-made according to his figure, and it would be particularly suitable to wear.
After putting it on, the skull mask was put down, just enough to cover his face, and his eyes were just exposed from the eye sockets of the skull mask.
After putting on the skeleton armor, he leaned over and took out the second thing from the box.
A...sword.
It was a huge sword that seemed to be at least as tall as a strong man. Judging from the thickness and material, the weight of this sword might be heavier than five or even ten strong men combined.
The blade of the sword is a foot and a half wide, and its thickness is about the same as the thickest part of the hands placed together.
Heavy sword, and sharp sword.
The edge on this sword is breathtaking.
If he didn't put on that set of skeleton armor, Lu Junji would definitely not be able to lift this sword with his physique.
Dressed neatly and holding the giant sword, Lu Junji walked to the coffin again.
He stood with his sword in hand.
"I don't believe any conspiracy or murderer you talk about. I only believe what I can find out."
He stretched out one hand, and the giant sword was held flat in the air. The sword was so heavy, but it didn't move at all.
"Into this giant sword, I have injected the power of Uncle Shang's cultivation. If the murderer has ever had the power of Uncle Shang's cultivation, or has been touched by his talisman, I will
You can measure it with a sword."
Having said this, the sword he held flat in his hand gradually moved to point at Chen Weiwei in the distance.
At this moment, everyone's expressions changed a little.