The wind blew the snowflakes askew, like sharp arrows, and shot them towards the capital buildings below.
Lingyun Palace.
The new emperor sat on the throne, wearing a dragon robe and imperial crown, with a bead curtain covering his face so that his expression could not be seen clearly.
There is also a seat next to him, and sitting there is Yue Dewen, whose eyes are slightly closed at this time.
Below, facing up in the morning, hundreds of civil and military officials stood in double rows in complete silence.
"Now the three divine generals are about to go to the Hajj. Although Your Majesty cannot neglect it, at this time the new dynasty is newly established, and the military strength of the three divine generals far exceeds that of the capital several times. After returning, they did not come to Lingyun Palace immediately.
, but you want me to wait here for a long time..."
The first veteran on the left said in a deep voice.
This person's name is Suka Yamutie, and he is the new head of the spiritual noble family after the original left prime minister mysteriously disappeared.
"When a general returns to the capital, he should first hand over military power. It is also in line with the rules to go to Xuehong Pavilion." The right minister is a tall black-haired old man with a goatee and a goatee. At this time, he is holding his beard in his hand and narrowing his eyes slightly, standing aside.
The old god is here.
His name is Ji Sanhe, and judging by his attitude, you can tell that he is on the wrong side of the left, and he doesn't seem to care about the current new emperor.
Ji Sanhe was an important minister during the reign of Emperor Lingzhi. Now that the new emperor has ascended the throne, he originally stood in the opposition camp. Unfortunately, after the failure, he had to compromise.
As one of the noble family heads of the same spirit people, although they failed to stand in line, they did not suffer too much liquidation. It was just that the family property and their children and nephews suffered a lot of losses, but basically because they mastered the spirit seal, they were not afraid of the outside world.
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As long as the spiritual seal is in hand, the position of the spiritual noble will not change. This is the fundamental power granted by the Lingfei Sect.
This is also the reason why they were not revoked by the New Emperor.
"Now that the red scarf thugs have been initially suppressed, the overall situation in the provinces has returned to stability. The generals did not take action before, but now they have returned. How to deal with it? I am afraid that they are here for the Grand Alliance."
The patriarch of Jixianyuan, a newly promoted member of the Taoist Sect, spoke at this time and looked at Yue Dewen.
The Great Religion Alliance had just stabilized the situation, and the Divine General came forward. It was hard to guarantee that he was not taking action at this opportunity.
"My dear friends, do you have a way to deal with it?" the new emperor looked at Yue Dewen and said.
Now the DPRK is divided into two factions.
The new faction is led by the Grand Alliance, and the old faction is led by Xuehong Pavilion and the Lingren nobles.
Before the return of the God General, the new faction now has the absolute upper hand.
But now that the God General has returned and brought with him a large number of military masters, the situation will be reversed in an instant.
So the old school saw hope again and jumped out again and started shouting.
Among the spiritual nobles, Suka, as the left prime minister, is the only one who supports the new faction.
So when he started speaking, his position was very clear.
"Actually, if we look at the seasons, it happens to be the time when heaven and earth are offering sacrifices. Why don't your majesty use this as an excuse to go to Xuehong Pavilion to worship heaven and earth in person. In this way, it can also ease the relationship between the three divine generals..." 1
A general wearing heavy dark gold armor stepped forward and said loudly.
"Absurd! How can your Majesty in the world accommodate his ministers! Even if a god general comes in person, it is disrespectful!" the Minister of Rites hurriedly stepped forward and said loudly.
"Anyway, sometimes offering sacrifices and covering up can ease the relationship and kill two birds with one stone without losing face. Why not?" The general didn't understand.
Suddenly, the civil and military sides began to side with each other and refute each other.
The leading general was a Husi, with blond hair and blue eyes, a thick waist and a strong body. He was not as flexible as his opponent in speaking the Great Spirit. When he saw that he could not speak, he suddenly became anxious and was about to step forward to take action.
Then he was pulled and persuaded by several generals around him.
For a while, the whole court was noisy, like a busy city.
Everyone didn't take it seriously, or in other words, they were used to it.
Spiritual people value force and profit. In the past, there was a rule that if you didn't agree with the opponent's opinion, you would have a fight on the spot to decide the outcome.
Now we also know that setting up a Ministry of Etiquette is much better than before.
Fortunately, this noisy Huxi general did not rise to power through military merit, but because the Huxi were good at business. He spent enough money, had a strong business operation, and was able to raise an army under his command. His force value was second to none, and that was all.
Looking at the quarrels in the court below, the new emperor sighed slightly and looked at Yue Dewen unconsciously.
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The latter sat upright, his expression unchanged. He seemed not to hear these noises at all.
Time passes little by little. In the past few months, except for occasional discussions on political affairs, all issues involving the generals will eventually evolve into this.
Most of the new ministers of the Grand Alliance, headed by Yue Dewen, are newly promoted, and some are even lower-level ministers who have never been in contact with the core senior officials before and have no idea how terrifying the god general is.
But they didn't understand, but the new emperor knew it in his heart.
So he didn't dare to make any rash moves, and most of the time he would look at Yue Dewen first before making any moves.
It's a pity that Lao Yue today is still the same as before, saying nothing, just sitting and watching the clouds rise and fall.
After waiting for a while and no movement, the new emperor was helpless and saw that the time was almost up and was about to signal his retreat.
Suddenly, at the entrance of the main hall, a tall and burly figure walked in quickly.
This man was dressed in heavy armor with a pure white gold border, covering his head so that his face could not be seen. The armor on his chest was engraved with countless small letters as fine as patterns.
Behind him was a thick white velvet long cloak, slowly dragging on the ground.
"God General: Jigurf Arechi goes to the pilgrimage!" At this time, the announcer outside shouted loudly as if he had just woken up from a dream.
Peng, Peng, Peng!
The figure walked step by step on the thick gray and black carpet of the main hall, making a heavy stepping sound.
His helmet seems to be different from other generals, with special horns on top of his head that resemble the antlers of a stag.
Coupled with a height of nearly three meters and a body width of 1.78 meters, he is like a small mobile metal fortress. Just one look at it can make people feel as if their breath is suffocated.
Yue Dewen and other new sect members all focused their attention on this person.
There are several masters and grandmasters present. Those who have survived the previous great changes are all the top experts in each camp.
In the martial culture of the Great Spirit, there is no place for the weak to survive.
Ordinary people either depend on the strong, or they are the strong themselves.
Peng.
The visitor stopped and stood in the middle of the hall, looking up at the new emperor. The eyes under the helmet were pure silver, with a certain coldness and aloofness.
The new emperor couldn't help but flicker to avoid it.
The visitor turned his attention to Yue Dewen, who was sitting at the side.
"I haven't been back for a long time, but I didn't expect that you would be the one to break the rules, Lao Yue."
"The road turns and destiny comes. What? You don't accept it?" Yue Dewen slowly opened his eyes and looked directly at the opponent without any hesitation.
"Serve?" Jigurfu laughed loudly, "Master Yue, I am a rough man and I don't understand your roundabout schemes."
"Since you claim that the general trend has been achieved and destiny is yours, then use your destiny and your destiny to crush me to death."
"I would like to see whether your destiny is stronger or my military strength is stronger?"
His bell-like voice boomed in the court hall.
All the courtiers became quiet one after another. Even the Grand Master, no matter how ambitious he was at this time, did not dare to speak carelessly.
The intention of self-improvement is self-improvement, not suicide.
At this time, it became clear that the return of the god general was to intimidate Yue Dewen.
When it comes to a dispute involving the two most powerful forces in the world, whoever gets involved will be acting like a fool.
Without any nonsense, Yue Dewen slowly stood up from his seat. Step by step from top to bottom on the steps, he walked towards the divine general.
As he approached step by step, a gray cloud like chaos rose up from behind him.
Only those who practice god can see the cloud and mist. There are looming faces of gods and Buddhas in it, and the ones sitting at the top are the Taoist Heavenly Lord and the Moon God.
Jigurf sneered and moved forward slowly, holding the golden scimitar at his waist.
Pure white mist slowly spread behind him, and the core of it, a vertical child's eye as blue as the sky, suddenly opened.
The eyes were several meters wide and more than ten meters long, like a long and narrow crack, floating behind Jigurf. Like a door.
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Heavy snow covered the roofs of the entire Wushan Prefecture.
In many places, children have begun to build snowmen and have snowball fights.
Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest, and the right amount of snow gives a good sign for next year's harvest.
It's the Chinese New Year.
Many wealthy households in the city began to set off fireworks.
Muchifu also bought a lot and piled them together.
In the yard, Zhang Rongfang, Zhang Rongyu, brother-in-law Suda Heqi, the nanny holding her nephew, and others all gathered together, watching the servants gathering together to light fireworks.
The eaves were also replaced with red lanterns painted with festive patterns. Several worshipers drank wine and competed in a courtyard not far away, gambling and drinking.
As the swords clashed, the surrounding waiters could be seen exclaiming in surprise from time to time.
Zhang Huanqing was now able to stand and walk slowly.
It's just that since he was a child, he didn't seem to like to smile. His little face was tight and extremely nervous. A cold firework was stuffed into his chubby little hand. After shaking it for a few times, he didn't dare to move, no matter how hard his mother pushed him and patted him.
, the whole body was tense, and cold sweat broke out on the forehead.
This look made everyone around him laugh.
"Where's Meisha? Why didn't she come out even after I called her?" Zhang Rongyu asked in confusion.
"Ms. Misa said she had a headache and was a little bit cold. She was warming the brazier in the room and couldn't come out." A maid replied.
Zhang Rongyu glanced at Zhang Rongfang. His younger brother was smiling at the side. His figure had also miraculously recovered to about 1.8 meters recently, and he looked much more normal.
It used to be more than two meters and nearly three meters, which seems a bit abnormal.
Moreover, this time, my brother rarely invited a female companion to his home.
That girl is so beautiful and has a big butt. She will definitely have more babies.
Zhang Rongyu carefully looked at the woman next to Zhang Rongfang.
Well, it's just that the top is a bit flat...
Ran Xinyue, who was secretly looked at by Zhang Rongyu, felt helpless.
A few days ago, as a representative of the Counter-Time Society, she took the initiative to accept Zhang Rongfang's bloodline Taoist book in order to completely solve the sequelae of worshiping gods in her body.
For the sake of a good relationship, Zhang Rongfang himself wanted to try whether the suppressed worshiper could be transformed into a blood descendant.
So I gave it a try.
The result was a smooth success.
The suppressed spiritual threads are expelled, and the transformed body is regenerated with new flesh and blood, completely replaced.
But in the process, Zhang Rongfang spent a lot of blood to replace it.
The consumption is much more wasteful than creating a generation of blood descendants.
But this is ultimately a good thing.
People who have worshiped gods can still use this method to pull themselves back to normal.
This was extremely difficult during the previous reverse times.