The morning light breaks, and the sun rises in the east.
After a night of silence, the northwest Daocheng came to life again.
“I can’t even remember how long it’s been since I’ve seen such hustle and bustle...”
Leading the horse and walking slowly, Wei Zhengxian couldn't help but feel ripples in his heart as he crossed the doorway and looked at the surging crowds on the streets.
In the past ten years, natural and man-made disasters have occurred frequently. Under the heavy wind and snow, there have been countless strong bandits. Even the big city of Qingzhou is not as lively as it used to be.
Walking slowly on the street, asking various questions, Yu Liang gained a lot:
"Along the way, the atmosphere in various state capitals along the Northwest Road has changed from what it used to be. No wonder Brother Yang wants to claim the throne..."
"He may be leaving the northwest..."
Caressing the horse's mane, Wei Zhengxian was thoughtful.
In folk terms, the establishment of a king is the first step in transforming a dragon into a dragon.
Nothing can be done without control.
Only when the system is established can talents be recruited and things can be accomplished.
Conquering the world is never something that one family can do. Yang Yu can conquer the northwest, so his tyrannical force is naturally the top priority.
But to secure a place with three states and twenty-nine prefectures in the northwest, many disciples from Wanxiang Mountain are naturally indispensable.
For more than twenty years in Longyuan City, Wang Muzhi recruited many disciples. Even if only one out of ten disciples could be used, it was still enough to maintain the northwest.
But that's all.
If Yang Yu wanted to leave the northwest and establish himself as a king, it was natural and necessary.
There are so many talents needed to conquer the world that it cannot be cultivated by one family. Even if Yang Yu opened elementary schools and reformed schools in the past six or seven years, it would be difficult to achieve results in a short time.
"One step is slow, each step is slow, and striving to be first is the right thing to do, but I'm afraid that he will make a wedding dress for others..."
Yu Liang nodded, but was not very optimistic about it.
Nowadays, Yang Prison seems to be in full swing. After the battle in Dingyang City, he has gained a vague reputation as the best in the world. Now he is king of the northwest, and he seems to have the potential to dominate the world and dominate the mountains and rivers of Dingding.
But he could see the internal and external troubles behind it.
A storm is brewing outside the Great Wall. The Seven Killing Kings unite the Eight Heavenly Wolf Tribes and are watching closely. Li Yuan, the God of the Great Li Army, rises up to act as regent after the death of Fanru.
The Northwest Road is located on the border and must bear the brunt.
And because of his great reputation, several rebels within the Ming Dynasty and even the imperial court were targeting him, and banning merchants was just one of them.
Once there is a change outside the Great Wall, it is difficult to say that it will not be attacked from several sides.
This is an external trouble, but internal troubles are equally severe.
In the past seven years, Yang Yu had completely wiped out the large and small noble families in the Northwest Road, and for a time made the northwest political system more harmonious.
But he also really hated the hearts of the nobles in the world.
As a result, over the years, his reputation has grown, and countless people have come to the Northwest Road to serve him, but no nobles have come to serve him. On the contrary, some large and small families that have not been liquidated have also fled with Xinruan.
"He is too independent."
Yu Liang shook his head:
"Even Zhang Yuanzhu at that time united the noble clans first, and then reorganized them after winning the country. His behavior was really harmful..."
"What Mr. Yu said is not bad, but..."
Wei Zhengxian agreed with his words, but when he looked at the crowded streets, his eyes couldn't help but flicker:
"It looks pretty good?"
"General?"
Yu Liang was slightly stunned, Wei Zhengxian had already quickened his pace:
"After many years of separation, I also want to see how much progress this boy has made and whether he can live up to the title of No. 1 in the world..."
The Northwest Palace remains as usual. After Yang Yu moved in, he did not touch a single stone.
Wei Zhengxian took his time and asked some questions casually, and Yu Jing who accompanied him answered them one by one.
While several people were chatting, they entered the front hall.
Pieces of beautiful stone slabs are laid out on the ground, with complicated patterns forming the shape of dragons. On the broad hall wall is a map of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains painted by everyone.
The Ten Meridians of the Zhang Family and the Map of Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains of Joy have a long history, and can be traced back to Zhang Yuanzhu, Taizu of the Ming Dynasty.
By following the example, there are many painters who are good at painting thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
But to be chosen by Zhang Xuanyi, this picture of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers is definitely the best among them.
On the nine-foot-long hall wall, mountains are undulating, rivers are crisscrossing, clouds and mist are rolling in, and the city is like a city.
A red sun hangs on the top of the mountain, and the stars are dotted in the starry night.
Before standing in front of the scroll, it seems that you can look down at the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles, and look up at the stars for hundreds of millions of years, and an indescribable vastness and heroism hit your face.
"This kid..."
The moment he stepped into the front hall, Wei Zhengxian's eyelids couldn't help but twitch.
With his excellent eyesight, he could not even see the picture of mountains and rivers thousands of miles away. His sight was completely occupied by the figure standing in front of the courtyard wall with his hands behind his back.
At this moment, what the two people who entered the hall saw were two completely different scenes.
Yu Liang frowned and saw Yang Yu pacing and turning around, his face as white as a stick, his energy and blood declining, and he looked like he was going to die soon.
As popular rumors say, he was severely damaged in the battle at Dingyang City.
But in Wei Zhengxian's eyes, his aura was like the red sun in the painting. Even though there were stars dotting it and the mountains and rivers were criss-crossing, they could not cover up his radiance.
The moment was so extreme that he felt his heart beat suddenly a few times, and he felt a bit of the awe he felt when he first met the old prince.
"I didn't expect that General Wei would come in person!"
With a slight cough, Yang Yu turned around and looked at Wei Zhengxian as he walked into the hall without concealing his weakness:
"After several years apart, General Wei's style remains the same."
With the Sacrifice Seal added to his body, his five senses were far inferior to before, but the distance was only a few feet away, and he could already see Wei Zhengxian's state at a glance.
This Qingzhou unparalleled general, who is the leader of the Three Great Masters of Long Yuan and whose arms are stronger than the Four Elephants, has greatly improved his skills and is extremely close to the threshold of the Martial Saint.
Compared to that battle many years ago, there has been a lot of progress.
Without the Taoist Fruit, even if this talent were ten times stronger and he practiced for another hundred or two hundred years, he would not make any further progress.
"Martial Saint."
Wei Zhengxian's face trembled slightly, and when he came back to his senses, his face was somewhat complicated. He seemed to have many things to say, but in the end he could only say one sentence:
"amazing……"
"It's just that I have better luck. I don't deserve the general's praise."
Yang Yu waved his hand and asked the two of them to sit down. Yu Jing took a deep look at Wei Zhengxian and turned to leave.
Whether it's becoming a king or getting married, it's all very complicated, and he is naturally very busy.
"Luck is also strength."
Wei Zhengxian sat down calmly, and there was inevitably a bit of sadness in his words:
"No wonder the old prince values you so much..."
The two of them had only met each other a few times, but at the moment they were chatting happily like friends they hadn't seen for many years, which made Yu Liang, who was nervous, feel confused for a while.
After a while, Wei Zhengxian was the first to take a drink and explain his intention:
"I want to reorganize the Qingzhou Army."
"Um?"
Yang Yu's heart moved.
"Ten thousand dragons and horses, 200,000 fine horses, armor, 180,000 weapons, food and grass, the more the merrier..."
Without going around in circles, Wei Zhengxian directly took out a list, which listed a large number of supplies.
After a quick glance, Yang Yu raised his eyebrows:
"The general made this list, isn't it because he wants Yang to come out?"
"It's not out, it's borrowed!"
This was what Yu Liang said.
Facing Yang Yu's scrutinizing gaze, Yu Liang's expression did not change and he explained his purpose:
"There is civil strife in the Great Li. Li Yuan and the Red Sun Dharma King have been fighting for many days. No matter which of the two wins, the next step will be to invade Long Yuan..."
"...The lips are dead and the teeth are cold, the Northwest Road cannot stay out of the matter..."
Although he tried to be concise, he still talked for more than half an hour, explaining the pros and cons with a sincere expression.
"Mr. Yu's words are correct. Yang naturally understands the truth behind the death of the lips and the coldness of the teeth..."
Turning the wine glass gently, Yang Yu pondered for a long time before saying:
"I have the stuff, and I don't have to pay it back..."
"Um?"
Yang Yu answered so simply that Wei Zhengxian was a little surprised. After hearing the second half of the sentence, he couldn't help but frown.
Is it a good thing that I don’t have to pay it back?
Of course not.
Yang Yu didn't finish the second half of the sentence, but the two of them naturally understood what he meant, but...
"Brother Yang, you..."
Yu Liang wanted to say something, but still didn't say anything.
"Wei received great favor from Prince Zhao and swore an oath with blood to resist external humiliation..."
Wei Zheng drank a glass first, then fell heavily:
"Wei doesn't want to care about what's going on in the country. If you take Longyuan, Wei will not be your enemy. If you occupy Longyuan, Wei will not attack the imperial court for you!"
The strong smell of alcohol was exhaled:
"how?"
It is impossible to earn a large amount of supplies from people with empty words. Although the person in front of me is reckless, he is not stupid.
This is already his biggest concession.
However……
"No."
Yang Yu refused.
Under the secluded tunnel, he could see Wei Zhengxian's fate at a glance, and he understood Wei Zhengxian's hesitation.
It's nothing more than leaving room.
only……
"Brother Yang..."
Yu Liang's face tightened.
"It seems that the general is not very optimistic about Yang. Then, why not stay for a few more months..."
After putting down the cup and getting up, Yang Yu said no more and turned to leave:
"When the time comes, maybe you will change your mind, who knows..."
…
…
puff!
A mouthful of reverse blood spurted out. In the deserted forest where no one was, Jiang Xiazi stumbled to the ground. The civet cat on his shoulder suddenly turned into a tiger and let out a low roar of confusion.
"Eye of the Sky!"
Holding one hand on the big tree, Jiang Xiazi was panting, the horror in his eyes still lingering:
"The spiritual tide in this world has not really arrived yet, how could such an existence be born?"
Pressing on his thumping, beating heart, he was extremely shocked.
In the Longquan world, it has been more than a million years since the spiritual tide was revived. Ninety-seven thousand years ago, a real change in the sky ushered in.
Ancient times come again!
But even in such a long period of time, there are only a few people who possess the ultimate level, and those who have open eyes are extremely rare.
As far as he knew, the last owner of the Heavenly Eye recorded in the history of the Longquan world was Longquan, who had conquered all practitioners in the world, including the three sects of immortality, the second sect of Buddhism, the fifth sect of demons, and the seven lines of demons.
Great Emperor,!
"Could it be that the spiritual tide in this world has only surged for three thousand years, and it is really going to change? Or..."
Sitting on the ground, Jiang Xiazi felt restless and restless for a moment.
He grew up listening to the legend of Emperor Longquan, and he once felt proud to worship in the Great Sun Golden Palace.
The sudden sight of the heavenly eye almost shocked my liver and gallbladder.
But when he calmed down, he wanted to slap himself hard.
"What are you running for? What am I running for?!"
After regaining consciousness, Jiang Xiazi felt extremely regretful.
It's not that I feel sorry for the magic weapon exchanged in the 'Wanfa Tower', but I regret that I clearly have the right way to contact the 'Northwest King' who has the eyes of heaven, but why do I want to peep.
Just peeping, why are you running?
This ghost has become a ghost...
"What did I do? I didn't do anything to attract such an enemy. This is a big loss, a big loss..."
Impatiently, Jiang Xiazi pushed away the tiger head that was about to lick him. Jiang Xiazi felt depressed and complicated:
"Lick your ass, I don't see Master Dao being upset..."
The more he thought about it, the more upset Jiang Xiazi became.
When he came back to his senses, the fear in his heart was gone. After all, if the spiritual tide comes in the future, the eyes of heaven cannot penetrate it, so they may not be able to do anything to him.
But it would be a great loss for such a fierce man with the ultimate level and possessing the Heavenly Eye to be offended so easily by him.
"Roar~"
The tiger stepped aside angrily and licked his hair.
"No wonder they say that at the age of thirty he was already number one in the world. With the eyes of heaven within him, how could he not look down upon him?"
The few temptations and strange thoughts that had existed in the past disappeared at this moment. Jiang Xiazi touched his chin and thought about where to go.
He originally just wanted to use the power of this anti-king to find the realm of Xuan Gong, but now that he saw the Heavenly Eye, his thoughts couldn't help but come alive.
In this world of mountains and seas where the heavenly changes have not yet come, the eyes of the sky are covered with dust and do not show any magic, but if they go to the Longquan world, then...
Involuntarily, the deeds of many ancient ancestors, Fu Longting, kept flashing in his mind, making his heart beat faster.
‘Fulongting is nothing, if you help out a Longquan Emperor...,
Jingle bell bell~
Suddenly, the clear sound of bells blew in the wind.
"Cave Soul Bell?!"
Jiang Xiazi, who was deep in thought, suddenly woke up. He raised his eyes and saw a Taoist riding a donkey walking slowly on the official road not far away.
He has a simple face, is dressed in black and white Taoist robes, has a long sword slung across his back, and hangs a copper bell and a wine pot on his waist.
His eyesight is very good, and he can recognize people at a glance.
"Yanlongxing?!"
Jiang Xiazi was shocked when he saw the person coming from a distance.
The sky and the sea have not yet opened, and the cost of traveling between the two realms is extremely high. Even if Wanfa Tower is rich and powerful, it will not open the door for him alone.
He was not the only one who rushed to the Shanhai Realm this time, but he didn't expect that he would meet an "acquaintance" so soon.
Or Yanlongxing...
He subconsciously wanted to hide his figure, but his mind changed and he suddenly took a step forward:
"Fellow Taoist, please stay..."
laugh!
Before he finished speaking, a ray of cold light shot through the sky. In just a moment, the strong wind was accompanied by sawdust flying together, and many plants and trees along the way were smashed to pieces.
"Sangmen Xing, how dare you plot against me?!"
Chi chi chi~
The sword broke through the air and divided itself. In less than an instant, it had turned into sword threads all over the sky, criss-crossing, crushing and killing.
"Slow down, slow down..."
Jiang Xiazi took a few steps back, his sleeves and robes stirred up a large amount of smoke and dust, turning into a heavy earthen wall to block the sword light:
"Fellow Taoist Yan, please be careful, this poor Taoist has no ill intentions..."
boom!
The earthen wall collapsed suddenly, and Jiang Xiazi came out with a gray face. The Taoist riding a donkey had already approached like a ghost.
"Jiang Xiazi!"
No movement was seen, the flying sword returned to its sheath, Yan Longxing showed no expression:
"If you have something to say, say it, if you have something to say, let it go. If you dare to use your magical power again, Master Dao will kill you even if you don't do it with your good deeds!"
"Cough cough cough~"
Jiang Xiazi coughed repeatedly and apologized with fists in his hands:
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, Jiang was unintentional, definitely not intentional. He was really excited when he saw fellow Taoist Yan..."
"If you have something to say, say it, and if you have something to say, let it go."
Yan Longxing's face was expressionless, but in fact he was wary.
Wanfa Tower is not a sect, but a secret organization. The messengers within it are a mixture of dragons and snakes, some of whom are independent people, and some of whom are from large sects.
Therefore, even though they both belong to Wanfa Tower, the two have no close friendship at all. On the contrary, Yushan is a big alternative in the Longquan world, and his disciples have always been disgusting.
Jiang Xiazi has long been accustomed to other people's bad attitudes. Even if he is cold-faced, he still smiles:
"I dare to ask fellow Taoist Yan, but are you going to Northwest City?"
Yan Longxing only glanced at him coldly:
"Why, look at how embarrassed you are, could it be that you haven't even entered the Northwest City?"
"No less than fellow Taoist Yan, Jiang's magic power is low, and his magical power practice is also poor. He has really suffered a lot. I really don't know what to do when I call fellow Taoist Yan this time..."
"You want to be attached to me?"
Yan Longxing's heart moved.
Jiang Xiazi has a very bad reputation among the many envoys of Wanfa Tower, but his skills are not bad. If they cooperate...
Seeing that he was moved, Jiang Xiazi's attitude became more respectful:
"I am willing to act as a leader for my Taoist brother!"