"Your Majesty, the girl...the little princess has been invited to the palace, and her parents have been properly accommodated."
Emperor Lan put down the memorial and said, "Bring her to see me."
At this moment, the voice of the chamberlain came from outside, "Your Majesty, Immortal Ximen is asking for an audience outside the palace!"
"Let him in."
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"I've met Emperor Lan."
Ximen Dajin was very cautious at this time, and he didn't look like a son of a nouveau riche at all... This Emperor Lan was even more tyrannical than his [Qingzhou] father, how dare he make a mistake.
"Why did Emperor Ximen come to visit late at night?" Emperor Lan asked casually.
Ximen Dajin composed himself, "Firstly, it's to thank Emperor Lan for his rescue this time. Secondly... Emperor Lan must also know the purpose of someone's visit."
Emperor Lan narrowed his eyes, "Emperor Ximen wants to get back a piece of [Qingzhou]'s [Blood Jade] fragment?"
Ximen Dajin smiled bitterly, bowed and said: "Exactly, I hope Emperor Lan can make it happen."
While he felt helpless, he couldn't help but think of the dangers of yesterday... When he fell into the hands of Ximen Daqing and was forced to hand over the blood cicada, there were even more dangerous things waiting for him.
Ximen Daqing wants to use the blood cicada's special power to devour Ximen Dajin's blood in order to seize Ximen Dajin's body... Ximen Dajin doesn't know if there are any flaws in this kind of body seizing, but once Ximen Daqing succeeds in seizing his body,
The consequences would be unimaginable.
However, General Lan persuaded Fairy Yunhan to take action, and even communicated with Huanghua Imperial Master to kill Ximen Daqing, who had transformed into Su Huan, so that Ximen Dajin was able to survive the disaster.
At this time, Lan Huang was seen silently.
Ximen Dajin didn't know that this emperor was also a master who saw flesh and blood, so he continued: "Emperor Lan, the jade fragments were originally stolen from [Qingzhou] by Ximen Daqing. I never thought that this person would be bewitched by the shadow demon.
, and even borrowed the power of the fragments to launch the ten-direction demon-sealing formation in Da Fenghuang... Fortunately, the crisis has been resolved."
Ximen Dajin knew very well how the Ten Directions Formation was arranged. After Ximen Daqing was killed, he presided over it, with the help of Fairy Yunhan and Imperial Master Huanghua. The purpose was just to deceive the shadow demon... It's just that
After everything was over, the fragments were taken away by Fairy Yunhan, leaving Ximen Dajin helpless.
Lan Huang still looked calm, and even picked up the memorial again to review, seemingly not hearing what Ximen Dajin said.
Ximen Dajin sighed, bowed again and said: "I have been traveling to Dafeng Imperial City in the past few days, and I am very impressed by the culture of this place. I have a heartless request, and I hope Emperor Lan can fulfill it."
"Oh?" Emperor Lan said calmly: "What do you want, Emperor Ximen?"
"I would like to ask Lan Huang to set aside a land for [Qingzhou] to build a city here. All resources will be paid for by [Qingzhou]... the population should be two...three and a half million people." He glanced at Lan Huang,
He immediately changed his words and said: "I hope that Dafeng and [Qingzhou] can build a relationship for generations and achieve mutual benefit in the future."
"Your Majesty, you're welcome." Emperor Lan smiled slightly, "I accept your offer."
"Then...blood fragments?"
Emperor Lan took out the Dafeng Imperial Jade Seal at this time, as well as a small piece of strange blood-colored jade fragments, and then lightly covered the jade fragments with the jade seal.
Ximen Dajin suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth. With this slight cover, he almost squeezed half of the luck of this piece of jade.
At this time, Emperor Lan waved the broken jade towards Ximen Dajin, "On the day it is completed, all the rest... will be returned."
"Thank you Lan Huang."
Ximen Dajin paid his respects. This is already a relatively good result... Who knows how much of the luck of that part of [Qingzhou] will be left after the city is built?
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The Immortal Master of the Imperial Dynasty personally led the team, and these teams searching for the remnants of the black-clothed demon can be seen everywhere on the streets of the Imperial Capital... and the Imperial Capital has also become quite deserted these past two days.
However, the people were still putting up lanterns and colorful decorations, preparing for the marriage ceremony between Emperor Dafeng and the Holy Lord of the Holy Land.
"Young master, you are here again! One of you?"
"Do you remember me?" Ye Yan asked curiously.
The clerk at Lianyunlou just smiled in an ingratiating manner. Those who work in their profession naturally learn to recognize people first.
Ye Yan smiled, casually gave some reward money, and said directly: "I'm here to drink tea alone. Is there a seat upstairs?"
"We have a distinguished guest upstairs!"
Ye Yan slowly walked upstairs. Different from the scene when he arrived at Lianyun Tower that day, he was alone now... Xiao Luo left the house early, and Ah Ma Sir was forced to stay in the palace arranged by Emperor Lan.
Among them, the realm is stable. Fairy Yungu is very busy at this time, and the Yaochi Immortal Sect is still full of worries. How can she still care about him?
There were not many people in this building, only twos and threes, and there were a lot of empty seats. Ye Yan walked aside casually, but he saw sitting next to a window on the edge, a scholar in Tsing Yi with slightly gray temples and an elegant temperament.
Tasting wine alone.
There were several plates of side dishes to go with the wine, all of which should be special to Lianyun House, but one plate contained a bunch of candied haws of sugar on it, which made Ye Yan quite curious.
The scribe had a special temperament. Ye Yan walked up to the scribe subconsciously, smiled and said, "Sir, can I set up a table for you?"
The scribe raised his head and glanced at Ye Yan.
Ye Yan didn't feel anything was wrong. The scholar's aura was weak and his eyes were slightly weathered. He looked like a down-and-out teacher.
"Sit down." The scribe pointed to the seat next to him, "Sit across from me. There is someone there."
Ye Yan looked at it in surprise. The scribe was alone, and there were no bowls, chopsticks, or cups sitting across from him.
He pulled out the chair and sat down, and asked curiously: "Sir, are you waiting for someone?"
"I can't wait." The scribe shook his head.
Ye Yan's heart moved, "Wait?"
The scribe suddenly said: "You know you can't wait, why do you need to wait?"
Ye Yan was silent when he heard this, then thought for a while and said, "Then go find him."
"How to find it?" The scribe seemed curious.
Ye Yan smiled brightly, "Tell the whole world that I am looking for someone, make a big fanfare, and let everyone know about it. If I can't see it, there will always be someone who can, unless the person is dead."
The scribe sighed softly and sat quietly, not moving for a long time.
Ye Yan stopped talking to the scribes and began to enjoy the scenery of the great phoenix outside Lianyun Tower alone, feeling quite leisurely and contentedly.
"Can you pour me a glass of wine?" the scribe suddenly said.
"What's so difficult about this?" Ye Yan chuckled, took out a cup, and poured two glasses of wine. "We are destined to meet each other. This gentleman, I would like to offer you a drink, and I would like to offer you a drink today."
"To this day." The scribe nodded and drank as much as he could in one sip.
Putting down the cup, his eyes looked at Ye Yan. At this moment, Ye Yan's eyes were subconsciously focused. In a trance, he seemed to see a strange and bizarre world, colorful, with immortals dancing, gods singing, and spirits swimming...
He didn't know how long he had been immersed in this colorful and strange landscape. He only knew that the sun was setting on the west mountain, and a touch of golden color reflected in the Lianyun Tower.
Ye Yan slowly breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes. The second seal set by [Puxian] was quietly opened, as if it was all right.
He was not even excited at all, and the scribe had already left without knowing when.
"Do you know who this person is?" Master Jing's voice suddenly sounded.
Ye Yan was silent for a moment, then his heart moved, "[Qing Emperor]?"
"There is no more thought of [Qing Emperor] in this world." Mr. Jing looked a little lonely at this time, "He drank your wine, and you can be considered a formal disciple."
Ye Yan didn't say anything. He sat alone in Lianyun Tower behind closed doors and gave him a lot of reward money before being sent away with a smile.
"By the way, Mr. Jing, why have you been silent these past two days?"
Mr. Jing rolled his eyes - you are surrounded by dog legs every day, how dare I come out?
But Master Jing had his own way of saying it, "Dafeng Imperial Capital has a lot of imperial ranks. If I, Master Jing, show up, can you hold it?"
"It turns out I'm too weak." Ye Yan laughed at himself.
At this time, the lights came on, lighting up the entire Dafeng Emperor City. Counting the time, the Holy Master in the Immortal Sect should be putting on makeup.
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Holy land, on the Holy Lord Peak.
The maids hesitated outside the door of the Lord's room... The items on the trays in the hands of the maids were all the clothes and accessories needed for the marriage ceremony.
At this time, Fairy Yungu came with Jinyi.
"I've seen fairies..."
The maids hurriedly came to see...Yun Gu was deprived of her position as Holy Land Fairy by Holy Lord Ziyuan when she was in the forbidden land. At this time, although Mrs. Ziyuan could not use the luck of Holy Land to restore her status, she was still given it back.
title.
"Give it to me." Fairy Yungu took the clothes with her own hands, then pushed the door open and entered.
Jin Yi didn't dare to follow him in... No one dared to see Holy Master Ziyuan at this time.
At this time, Mrs. Ziyuan was seen in the room, dressed in plain white, alone, holding her forehead in thought, holding a broken jade flute in her hand.
She heard footsteps and knew that Fairy Yungu was coming.
"I always feel that Qingji is not dead yet." Mrs. Ziyuan said softly: "Even when her body is placed in front of me, I feel that it is not her."
Fairy Yungu sighed. Saint Qingji's body was reduced to a pile of parts, and even when put together they were not complete... and she didn't know how terrible the torture she had suffered.
She was silent for a while and said softly: "Last night, the Youshen was just dispatched. I asked the manager of the Holy Land Youshen... It is said that only one of Qingji's seven souls was found. The other three souls and six souls were all gone.
, I’m just afraid…”
Mrs. Ziyuan's eyes dimmed slightly, and she said sadly: "I hurt her..."
There was silence in the room for a while.
Mrs. Zi Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You Shen has left."
"Well, they left early this morning." Fairy Yungu said solemnly: "A total of 978 disciples have their souls imprisoned."
These are not ordinary people, nor are they social monks from outside the world, but genuine elites of the Holy Land. Some are even geniuses who have not yet grown up, and are the seeds that can support Yaochi in the future.
Mrs. Ziyuan's face was pale at this time, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Seeing this, Fairy Yun Gu quickly stepped forward to deliver vitality to her, "Holy Lord, the evil poison in your body has not been resolved yet, so you should not move your breath rashly."
Mrs. Ziyuan's eyes were confused at this time, and she murmured to herself: "Yun Xi... tell me whether what I did is right or wrong..."
Fairy Yun Gu didn't say anything. She waited until the phoenix candle was more than half lit before sighing, "Holy Lord, the time has come for you to put on makeup."
Mrs. Ziyuan gave a bitter smile, gritted her teeth, stood up, and untied her clothes... The clothes quickly slipped off, revealing a perfect body.
"I ruined Yaochi."
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Dafeng Dynasty, in the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
Hundreds of officials are on the left, and the immortal masters of the imperial dynasty are on the right. In the sky, various spiritual boats and warships are lined up, and the gongs and drums are noisy.
Emperor Da Feng Lan directly held the hand of Holy Master Zi Yuan at this time and walked into the Ancestral Temple together.
"Lan Zijin, remember your words and protect my Yaochi from destruction!"
"After today, you and I will be husband and wife, sharing weal and woe, Queen, don't worry." Emperor Lan chuckled lightly, took the golden knife, cut his wrist, and the blood flowed into the cup of marriage, "I swear today that I will marry you today."
Ziyuan has formed a bond and will never leave her. If she fails, she will be destroyed by heaven and earth, and her soul will be destroyed after death!"
He handed the golden sword into the hands of Holy Master Ziyuan, "It's your turn, my queen."
She silently took it, poured her birth name's blood into the cup of marriage, sighed, and recited the oath.
The Ancestral Temple shook instantly, and the wind and clouds surged in the [Yaochi Realm]. A large amount of light of luck emanated from the Ancestral Temple, forming a pillar of light, rising into the sky, Yin and Yang merged, and there were golden dragons and golden phoenixes singing in harmony, and auspiciousness descended from the sky.
A loud voice came from the Ancestral Temple.
"The ceremony is done!"
"The whole world celebrates——!"
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"Your Majesty, Shen Gongshi and [Nantianmen] and other spirit boats have all taken off..."
"I understand, I will order the Holy Sect to let you go."
"Your Majesty, it's late at night, tonight..."
After the marriage ceremony, Emperor Lan entertained the civil and military officials, the imperial immortal masters, and all the guests, and finally comforted his ancestors... Of course, with his level of cultivation, he would not feel tired.
Emperor Lan pondered for a moment and then slowly said: "Show me."
The marriage has been completed, but this does not mean that the Yaochi Holy Land can be firmly controlled in the hands... To forcefully marry in this way, and to make Yaochi completely return to his heart, is simply a wishful thinking.
He could only nominally occupy Yaochi at lightning speed, and then slowly encroach on it.
The best thing is to allow Holy Lord Ziyuan, as the new queen, to give birth to a prince...
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"Tsk, your luck is pink, you are in love with each other, you are in harmony with your yin and yang! Don't be fooled by Mrs. Ziyuan's age, look at her body, I can think about it even if I think about it!"
The one who can speak such unconventional words is naturally Shen Gong from the Far East - Young Master Shen is sighing at the strange weather that appears in the direction of the palace.
Above [Aura], he was having a good time with everyone, and when he got drunk, he said that he would teach the Eighteen Divine Eagle Skills on the spot...but he was knocked unconscious by several strong men from Mr. Shen's family and taken away.
"Young Master Ye, we have become friends in the imperial capital, and I have also said goodbye to Emperor Lan." The old man from the Shen Gong's family smiled slightly at this time and said: "Young Master Ye is free, so you can come to the Shen Gong's house to be a guest and say goodbye."
This was a genuine emperor-level powerhouse from the Shen Gong family, and Ye Yan did not dare to neglect him.
At this time, in the imperial capital, the parked [Nantianmen] battleship group, as well as the Shen Gong family's team, also set sail one after another... They were walking in a hurry, probably because they were afraid that something might happen to Emperor Lan suddenly.
Just when they drove to the location of the Holy Gate, they saw that the Holy Gate had been completely opened. From a distance, they could see the people of the [Shennong] Holy Land and the [Tribunal] who had not yet left outside the Holy Gate.
Then everyone stared.
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Ye Yan and his party drove [Aslada] away from [Lingguang], and then boarded Jing Fenglin's private spiritual boat... On the way back, they took a hitchhiking boat.
"It's only been a week since I came in." Ye Yan took a long breath as he was about to exit the Holy Gate, "It really feels like he's out of this world."
At this time, Xiao Luo SIR brought a bottle of mineral water over to relieve the hangover.
Jing Fenglin in the distance originally planned to come over to mutter a few words, but Li Yuan looked at Lezi and turned around and walked into the cabin without saying anything, saying that he should go to work tomorrow. As the general manager of [Nantianmen]
, don't be lazy, otherwise the upper beam will not be straight and the lower beam will be crooked...and so on.
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In the study room of the cabin.
The second sword emperor knocked on the door and entered.
Jing Fenglin frowned, "Coming back so late, did you encounter any obstacles?"
I saw the Second Sword Emperor walking directly in, his steps were a bit frivolous, and his expression was not very good... Jing Fenglin said in surprise: "Logically speaking, today's formation should be the weakest time in the Immortal Sect, how can you...
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"There is something terrible inside the Yaochi Sacred Vein." The Second Sword Emperor was silent for a while, then said calmly: "If I walk even half a step slower, I won't be able to get out."
"What is that?" Jing Fenglin frowned. He knew the strength of the Second Sword Emperor, and I'm afraid it was only a little bit deep.
The Second Sword Emperor shook his head, "I don't know, I can't even see clearly what it is... I just know it's very strong, and it makes me feel scarier than the Great Phoenix Orchid Emperor."
"Could he be a powerful person from the hidden world of Yaochi?" Jing Fenglin pondered doubtfully: "That shouldn't be the case. The existing powerful people in Yaochi basically have their vitality severely damaged due to the backlash of [The Technique of Deceiving Heaven], and they barely have one breath left.
Oh...could it be Guan Zilin?"
"It's not her." The Second Sword Emperor shook his head.
"That's even more inappropriate." Jing Fenglin muttered: "If there is such a strong person in Yaochi, how could he be suppressed by the Great Fenglan Emperor?"
"I don't know." The Second Sword Emperor simply sat down and said, "I have done what you asked for. The concentration of [Demon Spiritual Qi] in the Holy Vein is very low, and the contents inside have definitely been taken away... the remaining [
The Demonic Spiritual Crystal may be able to support it for a while, but it won’t be long.”
Jing Fenglin frowned and said: "Those guys even dare to take action against Yaochi... They are becoming more and more lawless. I don't know whose turn it will be next... I just hope the storm will come slower."
"That is something you have to consider and has nothing to do with me." The Second Sword Emperor shook his head, "Don't forget what you promised."
Jing Fenglin waved his hand and said, "When I go back, someone will deliver the things."
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"play cards?"
"Fight the Landlord!" Ah Ma SIR nodded at this time, "It's only a short distance back, and the training time is too short. What are you doing if you don't play cards? This is not Mr. Shen's [Aura]!"
Ye Yan rolled his eyes immediately, but the [Aura] in Shen Gong's Far East was really a place that could kill his will... He shook his head and was about to say something, but Xiao Luo SIR suddenly looked somewhere in the passage.
This is Jing Fenglin's private spirit boat. Ye Yan subconsciously said: "What's wrong?"
"one person."
I saw Xiao Luo SIR blinking and walking towards the corner of the corridor... Ye Yan and A Ma SIR glanced at each other in confusion, then subconsciously followed.
At the corner at the end of the corridor... there was actually no road. I saw a servant wearing a hat and lowering his head. He was slowly walking out with a bucket and a mop.
Seeing this, Ye Yan's heart moved, and he flicked his finger to create a spiritual wind, which instantly knocked off the servant's hat - just like a scene from a cheap costume drama, after the hat was knocked off, a strand of long hair instantly fell down like a waterfall.
"Are you...you?!" Ah Ma SIR couldn't help but widen his eyes at this moment, "Saint Qingji?! Aren't you dead?!"
Then the woman smiled coquettishly, and then clasped her hands together, "I am Qing Mengzi, and I have met three Taoist friends...Three Taoist friends, how are you doing lately?"
Ah Ma Sir and Ye Yan looked at each other, good guy, this Yaochi saint actually faked her death and escaped?
Ye Yan frowned and said thoughtfully: "Qing Mengzi? What does the saintly lady mean by this move?"
Then Qing Mengzi sighed at this moment, "Three fellow Taoists, can you find a safe place...I will soon go through the search for the Holy Gate's spiritual thoughts. Can you... help me?"
"Then let's go to our room." Ye Yan thought for a while and said.
