"The prince of the Qin State."

Yang Xuan was stunned for a moment, but soon realized what the pavilion chief said.

Gong family, isn't that the royal family of Qin?

"Are you sure?" Yang Xuan blinked his eyelids and asked rhetorically.

"Black Xuanniao Flag, you can't go wrong." The pavilion chief nodded heavily and said affirmatively.

The distant ancestors of the Qin clan can be traced back to the Shang Dynasty Feilian, and like the Shang royal family, they have the legend of the birth of the ancestors.

"What are they doing in the poor road?"

Yang Xuan squinted his eyes and said in a low voice. Could it be that you want to have something to do with me...... Or is there something else going on?

"No...... I don't know" Pavilion Chief swallowed his saliva and said with a wry smile, "Dao Chief, you better go and meet them, otherwise ......"

"Okay, Poor Dao will go with you." Yang Xuan waved his hand, put on his robe, and followed the pavilion chief out of the house.

Walking to the entrance of the village, Yang Xuan found that two carriages were parked in the open space outside the village, and the black Xuanniao flag on the carriage was hunting.

Hundreds of strong men dressed in black, carrying long swords at their waists, and grim faces, were huddled around the two carriages at this moment, and were watching around vigilantly.

Among them, the man standing alone at the head of the procession was a young man dressed in a black coat and standing with his hands in his hands. The young man looked like a weak-crowned boy, and although his angular face was a little ordinary, he did not have the youthfulness of a weak-crowned boy, but was full of majesty and fortitude. The body is as tall as a gun, and the momentum is amazing, just standing there casually, there is a kind of coercion that ordinary people dare not look at directly, and just want to surrender.

"It's ......"

Yang Xuan, who was already a heavenly immortal, found that the young man had a lot of luck, and there was a huge golden dragon coiled over his head, looming.

"Ancestral Dragon!"

Yang Xuan could be 100% sure of the identity of the young man in front of him.

He is Yingzheng, the king of Great Qin, and he will be the only king of this land in the near future!

The looming golden dragon is the golden dragon of national fortune, which is condensed by the national fortune of Qin.

If you want to condense the golden dragon of national fortune, the time and place are favorable, all of which are indispensable, only when the national strength is unprecedentedly strong, and all the people praise and worship, can some permission be born to the golden dragon of national fortune.

Although the Qin State has not yet unified the world, after the unremitting efforts of six generations of monarchs, the country is now strong, the monarch is wise, and the people are stable.

"This man is really extraordinary."

While Yang Xuan was staring at Ying Zheng, Ying Zheng was also squinting, looking at the young Taoist in front of him who looked a few years older than him.

Take a closer look, this person is fluttering in white clothes, handsome and extraordinary, fairy wind and bones, elegant and dusty, as if a fairy descended to earth.

The pavilion chief took a deep breath, bowed in front of Yingzheng, lowered his head in fear, and said tremblingly, "Childe, this is the Taoist master who makes paper." ”

Ying Zheng ignored the pavilion chief, didn't move, still stared at Yang Xuan, and only after a while did he slowly speak, "Dao Chief, please go with my son." ”

The elegant and quiet courtyard is filled with a refreshing faint fragrance of tea.

Ying Zhengyu, who was sitting on the seat, stretched his eyebrows, picked up the white porcelain cup on the side of the desk, took a sip of tea, closed his eyes slightly, and didn't know if he was really thinking about life while tasting tea.

"Good Tea"

Putting down the white porcelain cup, Ying Zheng nodded lightly, and only gave a two-word evaluation of the tea that Yang Xuan brought back from the Zhuxian World.

"Childe has won the prize." Yang Xuan said lightly. Although he had recognized the origin of the person in front of him, he did not say a word.

"Hmm" Ying Zheng looked at the white paper on the board that was as light as nothing and as white as snow, and couldn't help but feel satisfied.

"Nowadays, the text is mostly written on bamboo slips, which is inconvenient. But the Taoist can use such ordinary things as tree bark to create such a thing? Generally light and non-silky things. ”

Ying Zheng looked calm, his eyes showed appreciation, and he said solemnly.

"Amazing!"

Ying Zheng's words are true, he was only in power not long ago, and he had to review 120 pounds of music every day, and he looked at the bamboo slips full of boards every day, and his head was big.

And He? It is a by-product of the silk industry, but the output is very small, even if it is the king of Qin, Yingzheng rarely uses it.

Sheji artifact!

This is Ying Zheng's evaluation after experiencing writing on paper and learning the cost of "paper" from the pavilion chief.

If the art of papermaking could be harnessed, Great Qin would be able to control better recorded information, speed up the transmission of information, provide administrative efficiency, train more officials, and use it to balance the nobles of the Six Kingdoms.

"Childe's words are serious," Yang Xuan shook his head, there was no trace of arrogance on his face, and said modestly, "The poor road travels all over the world, and I see that the mortals in the world write cumbersomely, so I made this thing, which can be regarded as accumulating some merit for myself." ”

"I have heard Fuxi perform gossip, Shennong tastes a hundred herbs, Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor unifies Yanhuang, Cangjie makes words, Dayu controls the water, all of them are meritorious from heaven," Speaking of this, Yingzheng also showed some praise in his eyes, and said with deep meaning, "I thought these were just legends, but I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes yesterday." ”

"The prince has won the award, and the poor Dao's move is only to educate the people, how can it be compared with the great sages of the ancients?"

Yang Xuan excused himself, there was no trace of waves on his face, and his eyes were waveless, quietly looking at the famous emperor of the ages in the long river of history.

Majestic, domineering, sharp, unfathomable

This is the most intuitive feeling that Ying Zheng gave Yang Xuan after removing the monstrous luck on his body.

In terms of momentum alone, Ying Zheng gave Yang Xuan a feeling that he had never felt before.

It was a kind of edge like a peerless blade unsheathed that ordinary people and even mortal monks did not dare to look at directly, a kind of domineering that could not stop the conquering heaven and earth, and a kind of power that was not angry and like the power of heaven that people only wanted to surrender.

This kind of momentum doesn't even have the little ruthless Ben San I saw last time.

Yang Xuan picked up the teacup, took a sip lightly, and suddenly thought in his heart, "The monkey should be a Bi Ma Wen in the Heavenly Court now." ”

Counting the days, Sun Wukong returned to Huaguo Mountain after being driven away by the Bodhi Patriarch, made a big fuss in the East China Sea, and after the underworld, he was recruited by the heavenly court to serve as the steward of the main hall of the Imperial Horse Supervisor - Bi Ma Wen.

It is still more than ten years since he thought that the official of "Bi Ma Wen" was small and went down to heaven.

"Wait" Yang Xuan put down the teacup, although his face did not change, but his eyes became solemn.

In other words, Sun Wukong accepted the second recruitment and returned to the Heavenly Palace to serve as the "Monkey King", which is likely to be the eve of Yingzheng's imminent unification of the Six Kingdoms.

"I see."

Yang Xuan suddenly realized, and finally understood that Haotian not only forgave Sun Wukong's sins, but also named him the Monkey King.

In the desolate world, the power of incense in the world is very important, for example, after Nezha broke his stomach and dug his heart and only left his soul, he accepted the incense offered by the people for half a year, and his soul was already solidified, and he could almost reshape his body.

And those who are on the list of gods in the battle of the gods are even more desperate for the path of immortality, and there is no possibility of self-cultivation to improve, so they can only rely on incense to improve.

Yingzheng is about to dominate the world and establish a new dynasty, and the change of the human dynasty will greatly affect the power of the incense offered in the world.

Without the offering of incense, how can the normal operation of the heavenly court be maintained?

For Haotian, the first task is to stabilize the power of the world and ensure the worship of the power of incense.

In contrast, that arrogant monkey is the "disease of scabies", let him jump? A few days is not a big deal.

As a result, the monkey was enshrined as the Monkey King.