The moon is like a big and white jade ball. As time goes by, it is the end of March.

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

On the shimmering river surface, wherever you see, there are only fishing fires in the distance.

Wang Zheng, the Minister of Revenue, was wearing a robe and stood on the pebbly beach by the river, raising his eyes to the river:

"There has not been any movement in Qihuang Valley, and the national teacher must have had a problem. Cheng Jiujiang has already gathered all the people and will force him to enter Qihuang Valley tomorrow..."

Zhao Ze stood beside him, holding a folding fan in his hand, and slapped Wang Zheng with the wind:

"How many people did Cheng Jiujiang gather?"

"Although the court stands aside, it will not allow the two sects to fight hard, nor will it let the Qihuang Valley disciples trained by the court intervene. In order to take into account the influence, both sides can only move a few palm rooms. Cheng Jiujiang himself, plus the great elder Lan Ying, and Lu Mingzhou from Qingchi Jianzhuang, has only a few people in total."

"Lan Ying and Lu Mingzhou are both the first level of Ling Valley, and at most they are restrained. If you don't go through the fourth level of Ling Valley in Jiujiang, the remaining four palm rooms of Qihuang Valley alone are enough, and the chances of winning are quite high."

Wang Zheng frowned: "Come again. Forgot what he told you last time? One of the other party, you sent two. It seems that the chance of winning is high, but in fact it is not safe. Either you don't move. If you want to move, you have to fight against the rabbit, so that the other party can't turn back."

Zhao Ze laughed: "It's still Lord Wang's scheming and conspiracy."

Wang Zheng held his hands behind his back, a little dissatisfied: "In order to wait for your Heavenly Lord to come, I have dragged Cheng Jiujiang for so long. If you come here a few small fish and shrimps, don't blame Li Xiang for being ruthless afterwards. If Li Xiang can let you come here, he can go to the Dayan Dynasty to invite another expert..."

Zhao Ze nodded quickly: "Don't worry, Lord Wang. Although my Baisheng Valley sign has not been hung up yet, my strength cannot be underestimated... Hey, it's here."

While chatting, a merchant ship floated from the shimmering river.

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

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

call

As the merchant ships docked on the riverside, a gust of cold wind blew under the moonlight, blew up the surrounding willow leaves.

The merchant ship lowered its pedals, and white smoke flowed down the deck, gathering on the river beach without dispersing. Gradually, the entire merchant ship was wrapped in white smoke, like a fairyland in Yaotai.

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

The cloak on the figure's body moved without wind, and the white mist was also rotating around it. From the white mist, it seemed to stand before the full moon.

Step on

The figure walked down the pedal slowly, and the followers behind him lined up left and right, wearing black cloaks, holding Yin-Yang Flag and other objects in his hands, swaying left and right.

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

"Disciple Zhao Ze, pay homage to the Heavenly Lord!"

The figure walking in front of him was holding a whisk in his hand, covering his cloak, unable to see his appearance clearly, but nodded slightly:

"No gift."

The voice was ethereal, as if it was coming from the nine heavens!

Wang Zheng was stunned for a long time when he saw the scene of the immortal falling into the mortal world. He walked forward slowly. He circled around the Heavenly Lord twice and nodded in praise:

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

The Eight Treasures Heavenly Lord held a whisk in his hand and said in a deep voice:

"It's a rude man, and he dares to be in front of me..."

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

"Okay, there are no outsiders. The National Master is unknown in life and death, and you are so scared that you hide your head and tail and dare not enter the country. No matter how high your Taoism is, how high can you be? The National Master does not have as much pomp as you do."

The Babao Tianzun's words came to an abrupt end and turned his head to look at Zhao Ze.

Zhao Ze hurried forward and said respectfully: "This is Wang Zheng, the Minister of Revenue of the Ministry of Revenue of the Great Dan Dynasty. He is my own person. I originally wanted to arrange some people to greet him, but Mr. Wang said that the matter was not done and it was inconvenient to make a big fuss, so..."

“…”

The Eight Treasures Heavenly Lord was speechless and threw the whisk to the little boy behind him. He raised his hand to take off the hood of the cloak, and showed his face to look about forty years old. He had a hooked nose and looked very good. He was more like a middle-aged Confucian scholar than a practitioner.

"It turns out that it is Lord Wang, who is disrespectful. In Xu Yuankui, I have heard that Lord Wang has made a name for his complete plan for a long time. When I saw him today, he was indeed extraordinary."

Wang Zheng felt much more comfortable and looked down at the white mist under his feet:

"I'll take this thing away. The capital is not far from here, and it's hard to explain it when I notice it."

"The people in the city believe in these things, which makes Lord Wang laugh."

Xu Yuankui raised his hand slightly, and on the deck behind, the young man holding a luminous round mirror put down the bronze mirror; a monk who was making moves with both hands also stopped, and the white smoke on the ground gradually dissipated, revealing the true appearance of the deck.

There were about ten people standing on the deck. Except for the guard of honor in front of them, the rest were dressed in different outfits, and a few beasts were lying on the deck, observing orders in a regular manner.

Wang Zheng glanced slightly and frowned and said, "You are called the 'Hundred Sacred Valley', just such a few people?"

Xu Yuankui smiled and said, "My subordinates are in spirit, not in many. Although I am a wild cultivator in Shanzhai, I am also a disciple of Lord Yanyue. If I don't have a skill, I will never have a chance to join my subordinates."

Lord Yanyue is the ancestor of Yanyuelin, one of the nine sects. Wang Zheng heard something from Zhao Ze and shook his head and said:

"Whether it is the Great Dan or the Great Yan, as long as you are a practitioner, you can trace the ancestors to the nine immortal families. The entire Qihuang Valley comes from the Lord of the Wild Mountains. What's there to brag about?"

"Mr. Wang's words are not bad. For example, Qihuang Valley, they are not even considered to be the lower sect. Back then, I was an introductory disciple of Yanyuelin, the serious "Dao Shang Immortal Master", who is more orthodox than your national teacher Yue Pingyang."

Wang Zheng was half-believing and half-doubted, looking at the people behind him: "Are you sure that this number of people can solve tomorrow's affairs? If Qihuang Valley and King Lie are not removed, Li Xiang will not be able to support you, the outsiders, to take over..."

Xu Yuankui stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes were dull:

"The national teacher Yue Pingyang is not here, so there is no general of me in the Dadan Dynasty. I am alone enough to flatten Qihuang Valley; but Lord Wang said hello in advance, and I also brought helpers this time. These three people are fellow Taoists I met, Zheng Yuan, Yan Jiu, and Zhang Jianlong, who are all cultivators in the Linggu realm, and their strength is only stronger than the palm rooms of Qihuang Valley."

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

Wang Zheng nodded and replied, "He is not a practitioner and does not understand the level of Taoism. He just reminded him: "I hope you don't have the same skills as Zhao Ze, and your mouth is very good. Tomorrow, Qihuang Valley and Fushishan will fight. You can hold on to the army first, wait until both sides are injured, and then come out and finish it."

Xu Yuankui nodded, but said again: "Mr. Wang thought that the spiritual energy of the Great Dan Dynasty was thin and not suitable for the spiritual valley cultivators to practice. We really couldn't find a pit outside, so we came here to be a national teacher. If we couldn't continue practicing in the future, even if I could stay, my subordinates wouldn't be able to stay. Therefore, we had to make an appointment with incense in advance."

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

"If it's enough, how could Yue Pingyang stay in the same place for a hundred years? If he wants to raise his disciples, plus the original disciples of Qihuang Valley, he would not be able to stand up for the sect's brand."

"Three thousand?"

Wang Zheng frowned: "Qihuang Valley has been rooted for two hundred years, and isn't it good to have a thousand coins a year?"

"In the past two hundred years, except for Yue Pingyang, how many famous monks have emerged in Qihuang Valley?"

“…”

Wang Zheng thought about it: "I will discuss with Li Xiang when I go back. If I can satisfy myself, I will naturally satisfy Xu Xianchang."

"Then I'll thank Lord Wang first."
Chapter completed!