"I don't like to wait, let alone two months, it's two days, I'm too long!" The Eighth Prince's tone was quite cold, and his eyes were cold, which made Marshal Ximen's heart burst out. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe people of the Mengyuan Empire are not as waiting as the King of Chu.

He didn't know if his choice was right, and at that time, he was moved by Marshal Feihu and the Eighth Prince, and without hesitation, he abandoned the waste Yunfeiyang and hugged the Eighth Prince's thigh instead. It's just that this eighth prince is not very easy to serve.

Thinking of his words and deeds in the court today, Marshal Simon felt a trace of remorse in his heart. In order to show his loyalty to the Eighth Prince, he deliberately behaved very strongly in the face of the King of Chu in the court, and spared no effort to ridicule and suppress Yun Feiyang's waste. After so many years under the King of Chu, he knows the character of the King of Chu very well. Since he has behaved like this, I am afraid that he has already made the king of Chu unhappy.

The Ximen family has no way to retreat, so they can only follow this difficult eighth prince all the way to the black.

Gritting his teeth, Marshal Ximen suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, and said with a smile, "If the Eighth Emperor is not willing to wait, didn't he bring two Martial Emperors?" I believe that using Emperor Wu's cultivation to kill a waste who can't cultivate is definitely not a difficult task, right? ”

"Huh?" Marshal Flying Tiger and the white-bearded old man glared at Marshal Simon at the same time.

They are dignified as Emperor Wu, and their status is so noble, this Marshal Ximen actually came up with the idea of letting them kill a waste prince. It's a humiliation of their identity. Marshal Ximen's cultivation was just the pinnacle of expanding the veins, and at the same time, in the face of the momentum and coercion of the two martial emperors, his body immediately dropped by half, and a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"I, the Mengyuan Empire, are currently marrying the Chu State, and we will never allow anything that affects the relationship between the two sides. Simon, this matter will be handed over to you, and if it is done, this prince will give you a credit. Your daughter wants to marry me, and you will definitely become a courtier of my Mengyuan Empire in the future! The Eighth Prince's face sank like water, and his eyes flashed with a hint of wisdom.

He directly handed over this matter to Marshal Ximen, and his tone of voice was not like a prince, but like the future Emperor Mengyuan.

"This ......" Marshal Simon's face couldn't help but change, killing the prince was a big crime to exterminate the clan. The Eighth Prince's tone also made him very unhappy, obviously it was the Eighth Prince who took the initiative to propose marriage and wanted to marry his own daughter. How has the taste changed now, as if he was stammering with each other and taking the initiative to dedicate his daughter to the eighth prince.

"Why, can't such a trivial thing be done? My Mengyuan Empire doesn't raise waste, if you want to gain status and respect in Mengyuan, you must show real skills. I don't care what means you use, I will hear the news of the death of the ninth prince of Chu State by tomorrow night at the latest. This prince still has to discuss some confidential matters with Marshal Flying Tiger, you can go! As he spoke, the Eighth Prince waved his hand indifferently and drove the stiff-faced Marshal Ximen out of the room.

The door slammed shut, and Marshal Ximen wanted to say anything more, but the guards of the Eighth Prince had unceremoniously driven him away, guarding him like a thief, afraid that he would eavesdrop on the confidential matters discussed by the Eighth Prince and Marshal Feihu and others.

Marshal Simon's face was already extremely invisible, so gloomy that it could drip water.

"Alas, it's better to be a chicken's head than a phoenix's tail! I knew that Meng Yuan's thighs were so difficult to hold, and the old man shouldn't have bet so early! "Marshal Ximen is in the Chu State, and he is one of the four great marshals with a lofty status. But since he was blinded by lard, he wanted to hug the thigh of the Mengyuan Empire, go to the next level, and lead the family to a more brilliant level, but suddenly found that he seemed to have made a wrong decision.

In front of the Mengyuan Empire, he has no status at all, not even a guard.

"Hmph, these dogs look down on people, and when my family Yue'er enters one of the six major sects, do you dare to treat me like this?" Marshal Ximen couldn't help but put his hope on Ximen Yue.

His eyes flickered, Yun Feiyang must be killed, otherwise he will make the Eighth Prince unhappy, and the consequences will be very serious. At this moment, Marshal Ximen is like a gambler with red eyes, he must tie up the eighth prince and hug the thighs of the Mengyuan Empire.

As one of the four generalissimos of the Chu State, Marshal Ximen naturally cultivated some cronies and dead soldiers. Killing the prince is a great rebellion, and if you are not careful, you will punish the nine clans and cause a catastrophe of extermination. Fortunately, the person to be killed is just a waste, and any dead soldier can do it.

Marshal Simon wrote a note with his left hand, the content was very short, and it was in secret language, which outsiders could not read at all. He pulled a whistle out of his bosom and blew it. The whistling sound is rhythmic and sounds like a bird singing. Miraculously, a bird covered in black feathers flew over from a distance and landed directly on Marshal Simon's arm. It tilted its head to look at Marshal Simon.

"Kuroko, take this note to where it should be!" Marshal Simon rolled the written note into a cylinder, tied it to the black bird's leg, and fed it a red pill to eat.

"Quack!" The blackbird took the red pill and looked very happy, and let out a burst of unpleasant chirps. Marshal Simon grabbed it and threw it into the air, and it immediately spread its wings and flew out of the marshal's mansion and flew towards the north. This is where Marshal Simon's garrison is located, and it will bring Marshal Simon's orders there, and someone will naturally carry them out when the time comes.

In the northern part of the Chu State, at the Hanyu Army station, a black bird hovered in the air and chirped, and soon an old man walked out of a tent. After looking up twice, he took out a small porcelain bottle and poured out a red pill from it, which was exactly the same as that poured out by Marshal Ximen.

He directly pinched the pill and raised it at the blackbird in the sky, and when it found out, it immediately swooped down with an excited scream and landed in the old man's hand.

The secret order was quickly taken away by the old man, and after the blackbird took the pill, he flew back into the sky and disappeared into the woods not far from the barracks.

In the underground secret room, the old man had successfully translated the secret order, and it was eight small words: "Before the day after tomorrow, the ninth prince died!" The old man couldn't help but gasp, and his face became extremely serious. Although this secret order was terrifying, he believed that if it were not necessary, the marshal would never have issued such a secret order that could invite the destruction of the race.

After a disguise, the old man has become a person wrapped in darkness. Black tights, black hood, and only two cold and twinkling eyes are exposed.

He didn't get out of the secret room the same way, but took another secret path. After leaving the secret passage, they came to a small river, where a few grazing horses were tethered. The old man picked one of them, rode them directly, and then ran straight towards the capital of Chu.

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In the secret room, Yun Feiyang was covered in sweat, and the most difficult black tendons and gall had turned into a puddle of dark green liquid with his efforts, exuding a fishy smell. This is the most difficult step in refining the Five Poisons Continuation Pulse Pill, if it weren't for the fact that he has a phoenix fire and retains the soul of the Martial Emperor, it would be impossible to succeed in refining it at all.

If the fire is small, it cannot be refined, and if the fire is large, it is easy to burn out.

"The first step is finally done, and the next step is to add a flavor of the adjuvant medicine to it and slowly refine it!" Yun Feiyang didn't wipe the sweat on his face, and unhurriedly added the flavor of the adjuvant medicine into the Dan furnace in order. At his fingertips, a wisp of purple-black flame always came out, falling below the Dan furnace, burning continuously.

The blazing heat emanated from the purple-black flame, which was much hotter than a normal flame.

In alchemy, the most important thing is fire control, followed by Danfang. As long as these two conditions are present, alchemy is not a difficult task.

Of course, this is easier said than done. For example, Danfang, there are many names of medicinal materials on it, and they are miscellaneous, which requires profound knowledge of medicines. It is not enough to have theoretical knowledge, but also to practice, learn to debate medicines, collect medicines, and store medicinal materials.

As for fire control, it's all talent that plays a leading role.

Without talent, it is impossible to become an alchemist with a noble status, and at most he can only become an apprentice of an alchemist, following the chores. For example, learning to debate medicines, collecting medicines, such as helping to do some chores.

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When night fell, a black shadow suddenly appeared on the roof of the Huafei Palace, and her body was light and agile, like a raccoon cat. A pair of cold eyes scanned the movement below, this is a forbidden place in the harem, and it is very difficult for outsiders to enter.

Just imagine, this is where the concubines and harem beauties of the King of Chu live, if the men outside can break in at will, wouldn't the King of Chu have to wear countless green hats on his head? Therefore, the defense of the harem adopted a plan of loose inside and tight outside. Outside, there is a post in three steps, and a sentry in five steps, and the security is heavy. Inside, there were only two teams of patrolling guards patrolling back and forth.

The black-clothed man on the roof can easily break in, and in addition to being not weak, he is obviously very familiar with the security posts in the palace.

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