Chapter 130 Only the East Wind

Palace, study.

Fei Lian and Zhou Shang sat at each other, and the room was silent, with only the occasional tea-tasting sounds from Fei Lian.

Zhou Shang took a few deep breaths, his body trembled a little, and he still couldn't come back to his senses from what Fei Lian said.

Strong shock and palpitations filled his heart, and Zhou Shang felt that his heart was about to jump out.

A long time ago, Zhou Zhou of Shang knew that this game with the bet on the country was absolutely terrifying, but now it seems that he had miscalculated the degree before, which was not just terrifying, but it was simply thrilling.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Shang Zhou said tremblingly: "Teacher, do you have to do this?"

"Go, whether to bet or not, you can choose for yourself!"

Fei Lian looked calm, sucking the fragrance of tea, and quietly savoring it, neither fast nor slow.

Rubbing his eyebrows, Shang Zhou's face was bitter: "If this is the case, will my big Shang still have a chance to exist?"

"Ninety-nine percent of the chances of destruction, and the rest depends mainly on luck!"

Fei Lian said lightly, as if he had not seen Zhou Zhou of Shang's face as if he was dead.

Zhou Shang silently investigated his own strength and had already reached the peak of the earth immortal. However, Zhou Shang never dared to continue practicing, for fear that once his strength improved, he would not be able to suppress his aura and attract the attention of other monks.

Feeling the surging magic power in his body, Shang Zhou took a deep breath and said, "Teacher, can I practice without any scruples after I give it that way?"

"certainly!"

Fei Lian smiled faintly and said in a deep voice: "Xin'er, if you stop breaking, you will suffer from chaos. Since you have already decided, you don't have to hesitate or hesitate to avoid delaying the opportunity."

"I can tell you another news. The Grand Master's Northern Expedition will not go too smoothly. It may take three or five years or more, or more than ten years to return to the court."

As soon as his thick eyebrows were condensed, a trace of heavyness flashed suddenly across Zhou Zhou's eyes: "The enemy... is very tricky?"

"It's very difficult!" Fei Lian nodded and said in a deep voice: "He is a very difficult master. The monks in the prehistoric world are afraid of him."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhou of Shang immediately took a breath and was shocked again: "Why do such a person be enemies with me?"

Fei Lian just smiled lightly and did not answer.

Zhou Shang's eyes looked at Fei Lian with a faint look and thought, "Teacher, if it is true... can my big Shang bloodline be preserved?"

The obsession with immortality still deeply rooted in Shang Zhou's heart. He had seen the monks' high-spirited journey and the world lived together. Shang Zhou could not tolerate himself being just an ordinary person.

Even though he gained the country he had built up by his ancestors, Zhou Shang decided to fight for the last time. However, although Zhou Shang was persistent, he hoped to leave a little bloodline of the Shang Dynasty when the situation was worst.

Hearing this, Fei Lian smiled faintly: "You can rest assured that if you fail, it is inevitable that the country will change its ownership, but the bloodline of the Great Shang Dynasty can definitely be preserved. If you want to protect the descendants of the Shang Dynasty, you should do this task yourself."

"I'll do it myself?"

After hearing this, Zhou Shang was a little stunned, then he felt happy and shouted: "Teacher, what do you mean..."

Seeing Fei Lian nodding lightly, Zhou Shang suddenly felt at ease and no longer had any worries: "It's just like the teacher's words, my disciple decided to do this."

“So great!”

Putting down the fragrant tea, Fei Lian walked to Shang Zhou, patted Shang Zhou on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "You can win if you dare to fight!"

Immediately, Fei Lian left the study room and left Shang Zhou alone to meditate.

Although King Zhou of Shang had made the decision, the uneasiness in his heart still took some time to calm down.

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"Everything is ready, only the east wind is not needed!"

After leaving the palace, Fei Lian stood at the height of the Meridian Gate, looking at the void, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, Fei Lian headed to the Prime Minister's Mansion with a few inexplicable smiles.

"My husband, you are back!"

When he found that Fei Lian was back, Shang Yunmeng smiled and greeted him.

Nodding with a smile, Fei Lian pulled Shang Yunmeng, sat down in the garden, and asked, "Menger, is there any news about the remaining two tripods of King Yu's Nine Cauldrons?"

If the nine tripods of King Yu can be united, it will be a great merit. The benefits to Shang Yunmeng are self-evident. The gods are about to be named, Fei Lian also hopes that Shang Yunmeng can better protect himself.

"My husband, the whereabouts of the remaining scattered cauldrons are still unknown, and I don't know where they are. However, the Baxia Cauldron seems to be on the East China Sea, and the specific location is not so easy to find."

"East China Sea?"

Fei Lian raised his eyebrows and pondered. When he recalled later generations, it seemed that there were rumors that Baxia was inciting wind and waves when Dayu was controlling the flood, and was finally subdued by Dayu to help him complete the flood control. In the end, Dayu was afraid that Baxia would still harm the other side, so he refined a huge stone tablet and carried it on Baxia, so that he could not move and could not make waves.

Of course, this is not the case now. Dayu and the Nine Sons of Dragon are in a cooperative relationship, but maybe a little clue can be found from it.

After pondering for a moment, Fei Lian looked at Shang Yunmeng and said, "Menger, have you ever contacted the Dragon Clan of Four Seas?"

"The Dragon Clan of Four Seas?"

Shang Yunmeng's eyebrows slightly condensed and shook his head: "I used to intend to visit the Dragon Clan of the Four Seas, but due to the entanglement between the Huanglong Zhenren and the Dragon Clan, we were finally turned away."

"It is related to the fortune of the Nine Sons of the Dragon and the Dragon Clan. How could the Dragon Clan in Four Seas do this? It's unreasonable?"

He was full of doubts in his heart, and Fei Lian did not understand it very much. Although the Huanglong Zhenren had a great grudge with the Dragon Clan, on the one hand, the Huanglong Zhenren was a disciple of the Chan Sect after all, and his identity should not be underestimated. On the other hand, if he could gather the Nine Cauldrons of King Yu, it would be a great kind to the Dragon Clan.

"Is there anything hidden?"

For a moment, Fei Lian couldn't think of any reason, so he had to wait to accompany Shang Yunmeng to the East China Sea Dragon Palace when he had time, but now there is no time.

"Meng'er, let this go for the time being. You will stay at home for a resting rest soon!"

After responding, Shang Yunmeng keenly noticed the strange expression of Fei Lian and asked worriedly: "My husband, is there anything wrong?"

"The heaven and earth will change!"

Without saying much, Fei Lian looked around and did not find Su Daji's figure. He said in suspicion: "Where is that little girl from Daji?"

Since receiving the unknown secret technique given by Houtu, Su Daji has been able to control his own talent and ability freely, and he does not have to live alone in the mansion west of the city as before.

When Shang Yunmeng heard this, he immediately smiled slightly: "You should go to the Witch Doctor Temple!"

Shang Yunmeng also likes Su Daji, a cute little girl, and often gets along with her, knows Su Daji's actions very well.

"Go to the Witch Doctor Temple?"

Fei Lian was a little stunned: "Why did she go to the Witch Doctor Temple?"

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