"Master, the situation is confusing, but although the news about the undead sounds absurd, if it is so true, it is the turning point of history, the dark era of mankind, and such a price is indeed worth our serious consideration."

The emperor waved his hand and chuckled, "Ye Wuchou sent out the news and scared you. The so-called wise man will lose everything. Ye Wuchou's hand is really clever, which will disrupt your mind."

"But... I hope so."

"By the way, I have quickly complained to His Majesty about illness and recuperate at home. I took this opportunity to gather my subordinates to go to Tianyuan Province. If I can stop Ye Wuqiu and the others in advance, then I will deal with them halfway!"

"Subordinates obey the order."

...

The Tianyuan Province is located in the heart of Xuanxing Empire, and is a long distance from Liangcheng. But after all, Xuanxing royal family is directly under the jurisdiction of the territory, which is in sharp contrast with the territory of the vassal states. The prosperous and harmonious scene of the rising peace of Yuyu is more obvious in these areas.

This situation is not very obvious in Liangcheng. After all, this is a pass bordering with the vassal states. The more you move towards the Zigong Imperial City, the more you can experience the folk customs with high cultural quality. This is also the inevitable result of the improvement of the system and the people's livelihood and living and working in peace. The ordinary people here have excellent cultural levels, and every family can recite a few poems and songs. The pursuit of art is something that has never been seen anywhere else.

Storytellers have started to perform vividly in the tile shops. Whether it is the erotic and unofficial history of Xialiba people or the classics and classics of Yangchun, the classics of the classics of the spring, the classics of the country, they all occupy their own market. At the same time, the printing industry in this area is also extremely developed, with book clubs everywhere, and there are crowds of people entering and leaving. Driven by such a prosperous market, the status of the scholar's pen has been unprecedentedly improved. The kind of heartfelt admiration that ordinary people discuss book authors was never seen in any dynasty in ancient times, just as the author of the book has entered the highest society and is so popular.

This phenomenon has to be benefited from the wise governance of the emperors of the Xuanxing Empire. The loose cultural atmosphere has fully spread the thinking of literati and scholars. With the leadership of these leaders of thoughts in the times, the people naturally become increasingly as clear as they are, as they are as sharp as they are.

Ye Wuchou even heard some crazy people talking about the shortcomings of the royal family in it. He came forward and dissuaded: "Aren't you afraid that such remarks will fall into the ears of the royal family?"

Unexpectedly, the crazy man glanced at Ye Wuchou and said, "Foreigner, my purpose is exactly what you are concerned about. If these words cannot be heard by the royal family, I will be anxious!"

"But why is this? Aren't you afraid of losing your head when you fight against the royal family?" Ye Wuchou asked in confusion.

The madman laughed and said, "Accepting criticism is a recognition of oneself! If there is no man who dares to act and act as a wise guide, how can the royal family recognize its own shortcomings? In the long run, the ape holes and the ant holes and the dams will be damaged, and the entire huge imperial structure will definitely be corrupted! This is a disaster for the country, how can it be underestimated? Furthermore, if the royal family does not have this tolerance, then isn't it a manifestation of guilt? I think that the centralized royal family has the mind of a vague and Ruogu to create such a peaceful and prosperous era, so how can they not tolerate justice and upright people?"

After listening to this high theory, Ye Wuchou felt shock at the moment. From this point of view, the moral binding force of the people of Xuanxing Empire almost exceeded the legal latitude. They all spontaneously supported the monarch of their own country.

Ye Wuchou bowed to him and then led the team away. While walking, he said to Huo Jie: "This pure nation is really terrible, but from another perspective, they achieved the current situation based on the premise of ideological constraints in their eyes."

Huo Jie said in confusion: "How do you say this?"

Ye Wuchou said: "As long as the thoughts are enough to transcend the spirit and rebellious enough, there will inevitably be existences that question the rationality of the existence of the royal family. How can the royal family stand by and watch?"

Huo Jie suddenly said: "At that time, the royal family would definitely not have the courage to abdicate and give up the wise. Although this situation is incredible, it is also logical. If the entire royal family willingly gives up their life of luxury and high status, they cannot be except for force."

They discussed these issues while walking, and walked through the cities without realizing it. As they saw that the date of the Hundred Sects Conference became closer and closer, the number of foreigners coming from all directions was gradually increasing.

During this special period, a large number of imperial guards were stationed in various cities in distinctive armor. The army that boasted of merit was enough to show the strength of the country.

Ye Wuqiu sat in the teahouse with Huo Jie and Gremy to eat some local characteristics. The rich tea fragrance was fragrant and the milky white tea foam formed a thin layer covering the water. Ye Wuqiu's subordinates were settled. The city was not far from the mountain range where the Hundred Sects Congress was located. To be honest, it could be regarded as a city at the foot of the mountain.

The female family members went shopping together. Ye Wuchou specially arranged a clever subordinate to follow Yun Xiaochan secretly and asked him to report any Yun Xiaochan's possible behavior truthfully. This was Ye Wuchou's exact measure to confirm his conjecture.

They were tasting local snacks at this time, and suddenly a group of burly men came up from the stairs. The wooden ladder was originally very spacious and could accommodate two normal adults walking side by side, but for that group, one of them seemed particularly crowded when walking up, let alone many big men who were exactly the same.

"I said, waiter, your stairs are too crowded, so you can't build them bigger?" The leading man said sternly. As he said this, he walked up two steps hard, and the stairs suddenly made an overwhelming squeak.

The waiter seemed very small behind the man. He looked at the back of the man's head with some fear and said, "Please forgive me, our shop is small and has no funds to build a grand teahouse."

As he spoke, the big man had already squeezed up, but his huge body almost reached the roof, and the space seemed quite restrained. He sniffed in dissatisfaction and found a free seat to sit down.

In this way, six or seven big men almost filled the restaurant space, which made other customers very upset, but due to the mighty bodies of the big men and the fact that they did not do anything hateful, they did not speak out.

Originally, Ye Wuchou thought that such a dinner was just like the usual meal. There was no trouble except filling his stomach and having a feast. But just as he put a piece of pastry covered with meat floss in his mouth, a group of people came up to the teahouse again.

This pair aroused Ye Wuqiu's interest, because they seemed to have seen their clothes somewhere. Where have they seen them? The crescent moon was embroidered on their chests, and the whole dark blue robe showed a smooth, natural sagging and soft feeling.

After thinking for a long time, Ye Wuchou could only focus on them with that familiarity.

"Senior sister, why do we come to such a place? It's not that we are short of money." The only man in the team spoke. This man looked about in his early twenties, with a face that looked like a tall man and a star. He was originally handsome, but his voice revealed the smell of sissy.

If the voice is light and thin, it is absolutely impossible to call it a "sissy", but the man's voice is not only light and thin, but also the ending of the voice reveals a charming and sexy atmosphere, which impressed Ye Wuchou.

The woman who became a senior sister said helplessly: "Fengqing, this is a famous snack teahouse. I have been here once. The dishes taste great. You will know after eating them later."

Feng Qing frowned and said, "Senior Sister, it's nothing to come here, but haven't you seen those fat people stuffing the place? How can we sit down!"

Originally, the strong men were having a good chat and laughed roughly from time to time, but one of them heard Feng Qing's words and said unhappy: "Boy, don't think you are born like a sissy, I won't beat you up. Be careful when you speak. We are called strong, not fat!"

Feng Qing also took advantage of the situation and he refused to say anything: "Aren't you fat? You don't look at it. How much trouble caused to other customers? Are you so unconscious? Let me tell you, it's also a bad luck for you. I'll sit down today when I meet me in a bad mood. What's wrong, let's see whoever is going to be the one who is going to be!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the senior sister was anxious and wanted to stop her, but she was reluctant but unable to stop Feng Qing. The other women also came to dissuade her, and finally pulled Feng Qing, who was like a shrew, scolding the street.

But they were determined to calm the situation, but the strong man was furious. He stood up suddenly and said in a rough voice: "Boy, you are really looking for death. It seems that you are attending the Hundred Case Conference. It's okay, let you reduce your staff now and save us trouble at that time!"

The four words of the Hundred Sects Conference successfully ignited Ye Wuqiu's interest. He signaled Gremy and Hojie. The three of them sipped tea and held the melon-eating crowd to watch the fun without bothering them, watching the situation changing.

Feng Qing laughed and moved a bench and sat down and said, "It seems that you are also here for the Hundred Sects Conference. My Yuechen Pavilion has never killed the nameless people. How dare you ask where you are?"

Yue Chen Pavilion... Ye Wuqiu suddenly remembered something. Isn’t that the power of Rongrong in Jingxuyu Dao Mansion? Ye Wuqiu understood it clearly. No wonder he felt so familiar. It turned out that the crux of this was the problem.

“We are members of the Titans.”

"What is Titan Sect? I haven't heard of it." Feng Qing arrogantly mocked the other party.

The strong man was about to get angry, but was interrupted by the leader. The leader smiled and said, "The Yangyang Xuanxing Empire has more than tens of thousands of clan forces? Your Yuechen Pavilion is just a few sands in the Ganges River. For our Titan Sect, just like we are also an unknown soldier to you."
Chapter completed!