Too Reckless

"Too reckless (!

The moon is like a big and white jade ball, rising and falling, and the time will be the end of March.

On March 27th, at night, on the banks of the Bailu River in the outskirts of the city.

On the sparkling river, as far as the eye can see, there are only fish fires scattered in the distance.

Wang Zheng, the minister of households, stood on the pebble beach by the river, wearing a robe, and looked up at the river:

"There has been no movement in Qihuang Valley, and there must be something wrong with the national teacher. Cheng Jiujiang has gathered all the people, and tomorrow he will force his way into Qihuang Valley..."

Zhao Ze stood beside him, holding a folding fan, fanning Wang Zheng:

"How many people did Cheng Jiujiang call?"

"Although the imperial court is standing by, it will not let the two sects go to war, and will not let the Qihuanggu disciples trained by the imperial court intervene. In order to take into account the influence of the two sides, only a few can move in the Qihuanggu. Cheng Jiujiang himself, plus the big Elder Lan Ying, and Lu Mingzhou of Qingchi Jianzhuang, there are only a few people in total."

"Lan Ying and Lu Mingzhou are both at the first level of Linggu, and they can be restrained at most. If you don't pass the fourth level of Jiujiang Linggu, one person is enough to fight the remaining four palms in Qihuang Valley, and the odds of winning are quite good."

Wang Zheng frowned: "Come here again. Forgot what I told you last time? The other party has one, you send two, it seems that the odds are good, but in fact it is not safe. There's no way to backhand."

Zhao Ze hehe laughed: "It's still Mr. Wang's scheming."

Wang Zheng put his hands behind his back, a little dissatisfied: "In order to wait for your gods to come over, I dragged Cheng Jiujiang for so long. If you come over a few small fish and shrimp, then don't blame Li Xiang for being ruthless. Li Xiang can make you If you come here, you will be able to go to Dayan Chao to invite an expert…”

Zhao Ze nodded quickly: "Lord Wang, don't worry. Although the brand of my Hundred Sacred Valley has not been hung up yet, its strength should not be underestimated...Hey, it's here."

During the chat, a merchant ship floated on the sparkling river.

There were no lights or fires on the merchant ship, and only a few figures could be vaguely seen standing on the deck.

Wang Zheng stood with his hands behind his back. As the merchant ship slowly landed, he took a few steps back and looked up.

call-

As the merchant ships docked by the river, a cloudy wind blew under the moonlight, blowing the surrounding willow leaves.

The merchant ship put down the pedals, and white smoke flowed down from the deck, gathering on the river beach but not dispersing. Gradually, the entire merchant ship was enveloped in white smoke, like a Yaotai fairyland.

Wang Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly and was about to speak when he suddenly saw a white full moon lit up in the smoke, reflecting the outline of a human figure.

The cloak on the figure moved without wind, and the white mist was also spinning around. From the white mist, it seemed like standing in front of the full moon.

stomping-

The figure walked down the pedal unhurriedly, and the entourage behind him were lined up left and right, also dressed in black cloaks, holding yin and yang flags and other objects in their hands, swaying from side to side.

Zhao Ze's expression was solemn, and he quickly raised his hand to salute:

"Disciple Zhao Ze, pay homage to Tianzun!"

The figure walking in front, holding a whisk in his hand, covered his body with a cloak, could not see his face clearly, but nodded slightly:

"Exemption."

The voice is ethereal, as if it came from above the nine heavens!

Wang Zheng was stunned for a while when he saw this immortal-like scene before he stepped forward. He circled around Tianzun twice, nodding in praise:

"It looks really good, and it can fool a lot of people."

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The Eight Treasures Tianzun held the whisk and said solemnly:

"Presumptuous, a mere mortal man dares to stand in front of the deity..."

Wang Zheng raised his hand and interrupted the words of the Eight Treasures Tianzun:

"Okay, there are no outsiders here. The National Teacher's life and death are unknown, and you are scared to hide your head and show your tail and dare not enter the country. How high are you? The National Teacher is not as flamboyant as you when you come out."

The Eight Treasures Tianzun stopped talking abruptly and turned his head to look at Zhao Ze.

Zhao Ze hurriedly stepped forward and said respectfully, "This is Lord Wang Zheng, the Minister of Household Affairs of the Great Dan Dynasty, and his own person. I originally wanted to arrange for some people to greet him, but Lord Wang said that the matter was not completed, and it was inconvenient to make a big splash, so..."

"…"

The Eight Treasures Tianzun was speechless, threw the whisk to the little boy behind, raised his hand and took off the hood of his cloak, revealing his face - looking at his face, he was about forty years old, with a hooked nose, and his complexion was very good, not so much a practice. A middle-aged man is more like a middle-aged Confucian scholar.

"It turned out to be Lord Wang, disrespectful. Under Xu Yuankui, I have heard for a long time that Lord Wang has no last resort. When I see it today, it is really extraordinary."

Wang Zheng felt much more comfortable, and looked down at Bai Wu under his feet:

"Let's put this stuff away, the capital is not far from here, and it's hard to explain if it's detected."

"People in the market believe this, but it makes Lord Wang laugh."

Xu Yuankui raised his hand slightly, and on the rear deck, a young man holding a luminous round mirror put down the bronze mirror; a cultivator who was doing knuckles with his hands also stopped, and the white smoke on the ground gradually dissipated, revealing the deck Really.

There were about a dozen people standing on the deck. Except for the honor guards in front, who were wearing black cloaks, the rest were dressed in different costumes. There were also a few beasts lying on the deck, waiting for orders in a proper manner.

Wang Zheng glanced slightly, frowned and said, "You are known as the 'Hundred Sacred Valley', so there are only so many people?"

Xu Yuankui said with a smile: "My subordinates are fine, not too many. Although I am Shanze Yexiu, I am also a disciple of the Lord of the Moon. If I don't have a skill, I won't have a chance to join my sect."

Zun Yue Zun is the ancestor of Zou Yue Lin, one of the nine sects. Wang Zheng heard something from Zhao Ze's mouth, shook his head and said:

"Whether it is Dadan or Dayan, as long as you are a practitioner, you can trace your ancestors back to the nine great immortal families. The entire family of Qihuanggu comes from the sect of the Lord of the Barren Mountain. What is there to brag about?"

"Lord Wang's words are bad. People like Xihuanggu are not even the next sect. Back then, I was an introductory disciple of Chouyuelin, a serious 'Daoshang Xianshi', more than your national teacher Yue. Pingyang's origin is still orthodox."

Wang Zheng was dubious, and turned his eyes to look at the people behind him: "Are you sure this person can solve tomorrow's problems? If Xihuanggu and the Fuyi Mountain worshipped by King Lie are not removed, Li Xiang will not be able to support you group of outsiders. …”

Xu Yuankui stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes flat:

"The national teacher Yue Pingyang is not there, and the Great Dan Dynasty does not have me as a general. I am enough to step on the Pingqi Phoenix Valley; but Lord Wang said hello in advance, and I also brought helpers this time. These three people are acquainted with me. Fellow Daoist, Zheng Yuan, Yan Jiu, and Zhang Jianlong are all monks in the Spirit Valley, and their strength is only not weaker than that of the several masters in Xihuang Valley."

The three standing behind Xu Yuankui raised their hands and bowed.

Wang Zheng bowed his head in return. He is not a practitioner, and he doesn't understand the level of Taoism. He just warned: "I hope you don't be like Zhao Ze, you are very skilled with bare lips. Tomorrow, when Xihuang Valley and Fuya Mountain fight, you should hold your troops and wait. Both sides are hurt, just come out and finish."

Xu Yuankui nodded, but said again: "Lord Wang also knows if you want to come, the Great Dan Dynasty has a thin spiritual energy and is not suitable for monks in the spiritual valley. I can't find a hole outside, so I will come here as a national teacher. I can’t continue to practice, even if I can stay, my subordinates will not be able to stay, so this offering incense must be agreed in advance.”

Wang Zheng frowned: "A thousand white jade baht every year is not enough for you to practice?"

"If it was enough, how could Yue Pingyang stay in place for a hundred years? If you want to support his disciples and grandchildren, plus the original disciples in Qihuang Valley, UUkanshu www.uukanshu.com is less than 3,000 white jade baht per year. The sign won't stand up."

"Three thousand?"

Wang Zheng frowned: "Having rooted in Phoenix Valley for two hundred years, isn't it a good life for a thousand pieces every year?"

"After two hundred years, apart from Yue Pingyang, how many monks with surnames have appeared in Qihuang Valley?"

"…"

Wang Zheng thought for a while: "I will go back and discuss with Li Xiang, if I can be satisfied, I will satisfy Xu Xianchang."

"Then I'd like to thank Lord Wang first."

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