Ye Zhen frowned slightly, thinking about which saint was hiding in the hall at this time, but in the eyes of the minister behind him, Ye Zhen was staring at the statue of Nuwa motionlessly, as if he was fascinated.

"King" Shang Rong had to remind loudly.

Ye Zhen turned around and whispered expressionlessly, "Let's go."

However, after everyone left the main hall, the light flashed, and a figure suddenly appeared in the place where Ye Zhen had made incense before.

The body is well-proportioned, dressed in a Taoist robe, and his face is thin, but the dust in his hand is not an ordinary Taoist whisk, but it is a branch with a whole body of colorful divine light transforming for free, and the divine light is wrapped in golden nourishment, just by looking at it, you can know that this thing is strange.

"This person is weird, as the emperor of the world, he can ignore the suppression of the Heavenly Dao and cultivate into a sub-saint with the body of a human emperor, if not, I'm afraid it is..."

The Taoist shook his head slightly, his eyes were full of essence, "Such a bone is really appalling, it seems that the second son is very destined for this seat, in this killing, he has to save his life, after that...".

Thinking that under this whim, there was such a harvest, Rao is Taoist to become a saint, but he couldn't help but feel a burst of joy.

"When the Great Awakening Golden Immortal is not two, the Western Mystic Law Ancestor Bodhi, the three or three elements are immortal and immortal, and the whole body is full of ten thousand mercy!"

Leaving these words, the person once again turned into a dark light and disappeared without a trace.

It's just that it didn't take long for Ye Zhen, who had already left, to come to the temple again with a group of ministers.

"What are you, my lord?" Shang Rong is puzzled, in the past few years, Ye Zhen, the emperor of the Great Shang, gave people the impression that he didn't like this kind of incense place, and he had always stayed away.

"Fengluanbao's tent scene is very, and it is full of lacquered and golden. The distant mountains are flying emerald color, and the dancing sleeves reflect the glow dress. Pear blossoms with rain compete for beauty; Peony cage smoke and charming. But you have to be enchanting to move, and take back the king of Changle"

Ye Zhen put his hands behind his back, looked at the words on the golden silk nanmu beam, and sneered, "Ladies and gentlemen, what do you think of the words on this pillar?" ”

After Ye Zhen raised his hand and pointed at it, those ministers who originally did not squint in their hearts

"Who is so bold!"

This time, don't talk about the final etiquette, even Bigan can't help but shout angrily, the person who mentions the poem is so disrespectful to Nuwa Niangniang, if this Nuwa Niangniang blames the king, once the saint is angry, the seemingly stable and thriving Dashang Jiangshan is afraid that it will be destroyed in an instant, the power of the saint, who dares to provoke!

"Come on! Erase the silver poem! Bigan said loudly.

As soon as the words fell, two guards came, and when they saw the words on the pillar, they decisively tore off the corners of their robes and rubbed them the pillar.

It's just that no matter how hard the two guards tried, they couldn't erase the words that seemed to be written in pen and ink.

"Cut off the words with a sword," Bigan frowned.

"Whoa!"

The guard quickly drew his sword and began to slash at the pillar.

Ye Zhen shook his head slightly, the words on the pillar have the blessing of the saint's mana and the absolute prohibition, don't say that these guards, even if you have no choice.

In addition to spending some time cracking, it is to destroy the beams and columns in their entirety. But there is no need for this, since this saint can blame others so shamelessly, even if he destroys the pillar, the other party will do something else.

What's more, Ye Zhen doesn't care, who wrote this poem, Ye Zhen already has a goal in his heart, and when the time comes, this account will be calculated.

Ye Zhen knew that with his own ability, if it broke out, don't say that a small Xiqi is just a stick of incense, and there are not many people in the human world who can survive except for the big businessmen.

But if a country or a nation wants to become a real powerhouse, it is impossible for one person to do it alone, and it will leave this world in the future.

Only by awakening the heart of the strong, inspiring the unyielding arrogance of a nation, and becoming stronger step by step in the midst of difficulties and hardships.

Just like when he was in the Condor World and became the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, with his own ability, even in the face of thousands of troops, one person was enough to wipe them out, but it didn't make much sense.

Soldiers need to be sharpened with iron and blood to forge their souls, and the same is true for nations!

However, the beams and pillars have been cut layer after layer, and seeing that the beams and pillars are nearly half gone, like a dog gnawing on them, this ink is still there, as if it has grown on Liang Zhu.

"Prime Minister Qi, this..."The two guards were dumbfounded.

"Why so!" Shang Rong frowned, and his heart was flustered.

"Cut down this whole beam for me!" Bigan shouted again.

"If you find out who carved the words, you will not be spared!" Bi Gan said sharply, everyone did not go far before, and there will be no outsiders, so the person who engraved the word is a person in this temple.

It's just that then, the beams and pillars that could still be barely cut are like King Kong casting, at this time, they are as hard as they are, sparks are flying, and the long sword in this hand is curled, and there is no damage to the beams and pillars.

"No need to cut it anymore, go back"

When the words fell, Ye Zhen turned around and left, and the minister was helpless, feeling that it was better to find a way to deal with it as soon as possible, but Ye Zhen's order was indispensable.

Just before leaving the door, Bigan ordered that from now on, no one was allowed to enter or leave the Nuwa Temple, and the guards were not allowed to leave.

Quickly stepped forward to block Ye Zhen's way, and Bigan bowed and said, "King!" The abnormal appearance of the beams and pillars must have been cast with a demon spell, and I asked the king to give an order to let Lord Qintianjian Zhang come here, cast a spell to break the demon spell, and destroy the silver poem as soon as possible! ”

"Why do you want to destroy it? Since you can see that this pillar has been cast by someone, how can Nuwa Niangniang, who is a saint, not see it, and the saint can pinch and calculate, know the past, present and future, we are just mortals, we have done our best, and the rest will be handed over to Nuwa Niangniang" Ye Zhen whispered.

If you can be sanctified, how can you be so easily angry, and how can you be deceived by this little trick.

Thinking about the original trajectory of fate, I am afraid that the poem written by Di Xin is also controlled by the person who hides his head and tail, otherwise... How could this hidden person know, after all, Ye Zhen didn't want to leave this poem.

Besides, Nuwa Niangniang, who is also a saint, how can she not know the hidden secret, but in the eyes of outsiders, this is what Di Xin wrote, if you don't give punishment, where is the face of the saint, anyway, the original Di Xin is just a mere emperor in the world, in the eyes of the saints, it is not as good as ants, and life and death are taken away from nature at will.

As for the person behind it, he has his own plans.

was confused by that verse, and now listening to Ye Zhen say this, Bigan and the others thought about it, and it is true, if the saint can't even distinguish between right and wrong, he can't be respected as a saint.

However, the person who engraved the letter, if it can be traced, it still has to be traced, after all, things must be revealed.

Not long after, a burst of immortal qi invisible to mortals did not enter the Nuwa Temple, and in the square, a person dressed in white suddenly appeared, and his appearance and figure did not lose the slightest color scales and Xiaobai, and even faintly won a little, but the upper body was a human, the lower body was a snake tail, and there were two red-clothed boys on both sides behind him.

Because of the previous incident, there was a tense atmosphere in the Nuwa Temple, and all the guards tensed their nerves, but they all turned a blind eye to the sudden appearance of the three people.

The woman in white swayed the snake's tail and walked into the hall with a graceful posture, and at a glance, she saw the dog-like beam and the poem on the beam.

"What a boldness, this Emperor Xin dares to write such a blasphemous poem!" One of the boys holding the golden gourd was shocked in his heart, on the one hand, he was furious, but on the other hand, he admired Ye Zhen, a mortal emperor, just an ant, who dared to despise the saint so much.

Nuwa's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she read the poem again, but her brows suddenly stretched, "Caiyun, how do you conclude that this poem was written by Na Dixin?" ”

"What's so difficult about this, Niangniang, today is the day when Shang Tang worships Niangniang, and this temple can only be entered under the leadership of Di Xin, who else will there be!" The boy said respectfully.

Nuwa shook her head gently, and with the movement, the green silk swayed around her waist, "Definitely, although someone can blind the heavens, this poem is not written by Di Xin."

After all... The forbidden aura on this pillar and the fluctuation of mana are very familiar to me.

As soon as Nuwa said this, the two boys behind her understood that someone had done a secret trick in it, no wonder the pillars were cut into such a shape, I was afraid that they wanted to destroy the poem, but how could they do it with the power of mortals.

"But Niangniang, how dull are mortals in the world, they will definitely think that this poem was written by Di Xin, if you don't give it some lessons, I'm afraid that you will fall into the prestige of Niangniang's saint" Caiyun Boy said, like most cultivators, mortal life is like the weeds on the side of the road, it is not a big thing at all.

Hearing Caiyun's words, Nuwa pinched her fingers and calculated, wanting to forcibly clear the fog of heaven, but she was never able to do it.

"That's it, Shang Tang's qi is approaching, although the palace has no intention, but it can only take advantage of the trend, Caiyun, where is the summoning demon flag?" Nuwa sighed in her heart, although she is holy and seems to be high, she is not as good as the mortals in the human world, they all say that the gods are good, and only the gods know the wonder of mortals.

"But the inexplicable familiar feeling ten years ago seems to be in this song city, it seems to be nothing, unpredictable, if you want to explore it carefully, it is in the clouds, it is really strange"

The thoughts in my heart were interrupted by the boy under the seat, the demon banner shining with five-colored light, and the slender jade fingers pinched the small and delicate demon banner and shot out a spiritual light, which instantly disappeared into the void and disappeared.

Her face was a little cold, and Nuwa whispered, "You guys go back to the palace first, and I'm going to find the person who hides his head and tail and talks about it!" ”

......

At the same time, in the Xuanyuan Tomb, a ray of light fell in an instant, and the aura was vast and brilliant, directly waking up the nine-headed pheasant essence and jade pipa essence in cultivation.

Looking at the phantom in front of him, the two monsters were surprised, "It's Nuwa Niangniang's demon flag!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the phantom of this demon banner was divided into two, turning into a streamer and submerging into the eyebrows of the two demons.

After a while, the two demons glanced at each other, and their faces were respectful and strange.

"Nuwa Niangniang asked us to go to the palace of the king of Chaoge to confuse Di Xin in order to corrupt the foundation of Shang Tang?" The nine-headed pheasant essence was surprised.

"But this Dixin... It's not the eldest sister's... How good is that? "The jade pipa is fine.

The nine-headed pheasant essence groaned for a while, and then said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid this is a sign of the coming of our three demons in the mouth of the eldest sister, so I'll go to my sister, how to deal with it, or let the eldest sister call the shots."

"That's right, but after the enchantment disappears, my sister disappears without a trace, where can we find my sister?" The jade pipa essence looked sad.

The two demons pondered for a moment, but they couldn't discuss any countermeasures.

"There's no way, Nuwa Niangniang's order can't be violated, it's better for us to leave a letter first, and then go to the song first," the nine-headed pheasant essence proposed.

"Second sister, you really want to confuse Na Di Xin, not to mention his relationship with the eldest sister, even his cultivation is not something that the two of us can touch," Jade Pipa Jing said helplessly.

"What do you think, let's go over and talk to him about the next steps, and at the same time seek a refuge," explained the nine-headed pheasant essence.

"Hmm" Jade Pipa Jing nodded and whispered, "Just do what the second sister says."

......

On the other side, here in Xiqi, Ji Chang said with an embarrassed face, "The king actually ordered me to send troops to Xiqi to eradicate Jizhou... This Su Hu is also confused, it is not possible to smash his head with a knife and a gun, he is so bold."

"Master Hou, what should we do now?" As Xiqi's minister, San Yisheng has no good way, so he can only let Ji Chang, who knows the art of divination, decide by himself.

Now the anti-business is by no means the best period, there is no name, the people will not support it, and even if it succeeds, it will be pointed out by thousands of people.

"Di Xin's words are not child's play, if I Xiqi resists, I will definitely suffer a heavy blow from the big business, now the only way is to take one step at a time, send troops to Jizhou first, and then persuade Ben Hou to strive for a way to get the best of both worlds" Ji Chang frowned.

"That's the only way to do it now," San Yisheng nodded.

This march to fight is not to say that you can go, especially in ancient times, the preparations were done for more than eight days, and then Ji Chang personally led 10,000 troops to Jizhou.

With an army of 10,000, it is not a mere area in Jizhou, but only 3,000 soldiers can resist, and this trip is not to destroy Su and protect the Manmen.

At the same time, after Nuwa's Christmas, it is the day of the Bigan parade.

Let's go back to Jichang's side, with this wide road, it will be non-stop, but it will take five days to reach the city of Jizhou.

"Hou Yemo, doesn't he really want to slaughter my Jizhou?" Su Hu laughed sadly.

Ji Chang shook his head slowly, seeing Su Hu's sad appearance, but he couldn't feel pity at all, so he rode forward and dismounted in front of Su Hu, who was alone.

"Old friend, old friend, you are confused!" Ji Chang said helplessly.

"So far, what does Master Hou think should be?" Su Hu regretted it in his heart, but he made a mistake, and he didn't expect that Di Xin didn't estimate the eight hundred princes at all, and sent troops to attack Jizhou, and he still sent Ji Chang.

"There are a lot of people here, let's go to the city first" Ji Chang shook his head, ordered the army to rest in place, and followed Su Hu into Jizhou City with only a few personal soldiers.

In the Hou Mansion, Ji Chang looked at Daji, who was really like a heavenly immortal, and said with a smile, "When I saw it for the first time, Daji was still a three-year-old naughty boy, and now she has become a big girl, so good-looking, knowledgeable, and blessed with old friends."

"Master Hou, don't joke anymore, let's talk about what to do now" Su Hu smiled bitterly, on weekdays, his daughter Daji is the root of life, if she gets a compliment, she is in a good mood, but now she is not in that mood.

However, when the words fell, Ji Chang didn't mean to speak, but slowly tasted the tea that Daji had just cooked.

Su Hu understood, so he said to Daji with a sad face, "Daji, you go down first."

After he left, Ji Chang put down the pottery bowl, and then sighed, "The only way to do this is now... In this way, we can keep the old friend's family safe."

"Twenty times the tribute I'm ready, as for... Old friends, decide for themselves," Ji Chang said in a deep voice.

Hearing Ji Chang's words, Su Hu's face was cold, and he just tasted the salty and bitter tea in the bowl without saying a word, and his mood was the same as this tea.

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