Work hard to collapse the plot in the world of cultivating immortals One hundred and seventy-one chapters, the two immortals want to ask what they want to ask.
One hundred and seventy-one chapters, the two immortals want to ask what they want to ask.
"What's more, you said no construction work, but what do you mean by no construction work? Do you understand?"
"Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, you have never dug a canal or taken the initiative to inspect the dams. Every time you encounter floods, earthquakes, or plagues, the only way you can think of is to light that incense stick."
Rong Miao shook his head and said sarcastically: "In addition to building dams and digging ditches during the Taizu Taizong period at the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, and later Emperor Wuling ordering dredging of rivers after floods, Qiyue has indeed done a lot in national construction.
There has never been any major construction work.
But because of the struggle over the succession of imperial power, you, the Rong family, have caused countless massacres and continued to fight for the throne for more than four hundred years. In the past four hundred years, you, Qiyue, have not made any progress!"
"Do you know what other countries say about you? The Qi Yue fights for the throne, and it lasts for seven generations."
"The Seventh Generation of Chaos! Now you tell me that you value peace and prosper the country with etiquette? In the past four hundred years, many palaces in the palace have been burned down and rebuilt. Now, in the Qiyue Inner Palace, there are more beautiful ladies.
How many pavilions and pavilions are there? And among the official residences where you and others live, which one does not have carved beams and painted beams and scattered courtyards? These are not called large-scale construction projects. Could it be that the emperors and ministers of Qiyue in the past dynasties like to play with wood? "
The young man's face turned red after being scolded by Rong Miao. Just as he was about to speak, Rong Miao pointed at his lips.
The warm and soft touch on his lips frightened the young man, his eyes widened with fear, because he found that he could not speak.
"Don't panic," Rong Miao smiled and waved his sleeves, bringing up a gust of fragrance. "I'm no longer interested in what you have to say, and I really don't want to say anything to you young boys."
After saying that, he raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Shen Yiyi: "Junior brother, why don't you join me and take these boys on a trip?"
Shen Yi smiled and nodded, "Follow senior sister's arrangements."
Rong Miao nodded and praised: "Good boy."
After saying that, he waved his hand and cast a flash of light, which fell on the twenty beautiful boys in front of them. The beautiful boys widened their eyes at the same time, glanced at Rong Miao quickly, and then quickly lowered their heads. That look was both angry and frightened.
Deep grievance.
Well, they were all silenced.
Satisfied, Rong Miao summoned the flying magic weapon, packed the beautiful boys and threw them on the magic weapon, put up a spiritual shield, and happily took Shen Yi and the beautiful boys away in the air.
The middle-aged emperor hid behind the window lattice of his palace and kept looking at the palace where Rong Miao was staying. At this moment, when he saw the magic weapon suddenly flying out of the palace, his pupils shrank and his eyes became dim.
It wasn't until the magic weapon disappeared from sight that Rong Mingxuan withdrew his gaze and looked at the confidants beside him. His voice was a bit gloomy and uncertain: "Now that the old man has appeared, are you satisfied or dissatisfied with my gift? Are you satisfied or dissatisfied with my gift?
Say, will she change her mind?"
The confidant did not dare to go against the emperor's will, so when he heard Rong Mingxuan's question, he hurriedly said: "Your Majesty's sincerity can be learned from heaven and earth, and our ancestors can naturally feel it. Besides, I have heard that people who cultivate immortality pay most attention to cause and effect and commitment, so
Just relying on the agreement made by our ancestors back then, this old ancestor will never let go of it even if he thinks about it."
"But the old man's attitude was very firm before." Rong Mingxuan hesitated.
"People of the Immortal family value freedom and ease, and are not willing to work hard for trivial matters in the world. Most of our ancestors don't like to work around, so we have some complaints. I think it's just talk. Do you think our ancestors accepted those young men?
You must have accepted His Majesty's sincerity."
"Oh?" Rong Mingxuan's eyes flashed and moved to the rice paper spread out on the table. The rice paper was found when Rong Miao sent someone to check the study after he left the study. It was spread out on the table in the study.
On the case, there was only one word "Rong" written on the whole piece of paper, and the ink had already dried.
Rong Mingxuan thought of Rong Miao casually sketching on the rice paper with his wolf hair.
"Maybe," Rong Mingxuan whispered, "Maybe she still has the Rong family and the Qiyue Kingdom in her heart."
"If that's the case, I can let her go."
"You pass the order secretly," Rong Mingxuan raised his voice slightly and ordered his confidants: "Let those immortal masters be ready to enter the palace at any time."
"Your Majesty, are you going to..." His confidant was startled and blurted out.
Rong Mingxuan snorted, his confidants quickly kowtowed, and crawled out of the palace gate.
Anseong's West Street is still bustling with people, shouting and shouting, and the aroma of various snacks lingering on the tip of the nose.
In front of the wonton stall, the stall owner looked at the man and woman walking away, his heart finally dropped slowly, he pulled up his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and took a long breath.
"Those two immortals just left like that? I thought they were going to torture you."
"That's right, let me tell you, you are lucky this time. Not only did you meet the immortals, but you also met two good-tempered immortals, and you even paid the money."
"That's right, you have to burn some incense when you get home."
As soon as Qi Xiuhan and Jiu Ze left, the other diners in the food stall gathered around and chatted with the wonton stall owner.
"Hey! Go, go, eat your food, you dare to talk about immortal things, you are so brave!" the stall owner shouted and drove people away.
"What are you afraid of? The immortals didn't say anything." A young diner muttered.
"You're not afraid of me, just walk away and hurry up, don't hurt me." The stall owner said, picking up the young diner's unfinished wontons and stuffing them into his hands, and pushing the young diner directly out of the stall.
The young diner was very angry and shouted: "Why are you so bully and afraid of the strong? What did I say and you chased me away like this? You..."
"Young man, don't make any more trouble or talk about it anymore. Let's go now." Some elderly diners had already reacted and their expressions instantly changed. Seeing that the young man was angry but wanted to make more trouble, he quickly tried to dissuade him.
"It seems that our image in the hearts of the people in Ancheng is not very good." Jiuze and Qi Xiuhan were hiding in the dark, and their spiritual consciousness had been paying attention to the movements of the wonton stall. Seeing this scene, Jiuze smiled and said, "
I'm more curious now."
"Third Senior Sister has worked hard these years." Qi Xiuhan sighed.
At night, Anseong started a curfew, and the noisy city fell into a slumber.
The wonton stall owner had been busy all day, preparing ingredients for the next day, and was also ready to turn off the lights and go to bed.
Just as he was about to turn off the lights, he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing behind him. He turned around in confusion and saw the two immortals who came to eat at the stall during the day standing in front of him.
After a brief moment of confusion, the stall owner quickly calmed down. Looking at Jiu Ze and Qi Xiuhan standing side by side, he did not feel scared, but instead felt relieved that "it's finally here."
Sighing slightly, the stall owner bowed and said, "Meet the Immortal." Then he knelt down.
Jiuze and Qi Xiuhan supported him.
"Old man," Qi Xiuhan still spoke, "we are not here to settle accounts with you." He could tell the stall owner's thoughts at a glance, and Qi Xiuhan's first words were words of comfort.
The stall owner didn't say anything, he just waited respectfully for Qi Xiuhan's next words.
Qi Xiuhan and Jiuze looked at each other, this time it was Jiuze who said: "I'm really sorry for bothering you so late, but you seem to be worried in front of others, so we chose this time, and please ask me to tell you the truth.
tell."
During the day, after Qi Xiuhan asked that question, the stall owner's expression froze and he hesitated to say anything. Jiu Ze and the other two decided to leave first and ask again at another time and place.
The stall owner glanced at the two of them and said, "Didn't the two immortals wander here?"
Qi Xiuhan and Jiu Ze just smiled.
The stall owner sighed, "Then why do you have to look for villains?"
This time Qi Xiuhan smiled and said, "I have a fate with my father-in-law."
The stall owner smiled bitterly: "Well, you two came late at night, so you have given me enough face. How can I be so ignorant of praise? If you want to know anything, you two immortals, just ask."