Half a month later, the Quanzhen Sect Chongyang Palace.

The seven sons of Quanzhen gathered in Chongyang Palace, looking at the three holy decrees in front of them, their expressions were full of endless excitement.

Such a reward is truly unprecedented!

Not to mention the vast fiefdom with a radius of dozens of miles, Ma Yu alone was crowned as the Grand Master of the Protector Country, and enjoying the respect of the prince was enough to shock.

Throughout history, there have not been many people who have been named the Grand Master of the Protector Country, but the existence of being able to enjoy the dignity of the king is really unprecedented.

"It seems that this time we can't shirk it anymore." Qiu Chuji looked at it for a moment, his face showed a thoughtful expression, and he said in a deep voice.

At present, the Great Song Dynasty has given enough face, not only with unprecedented generous rewards, but also with the grand treatment of going out of the city for ten miles. If the Quanzhen Sect refuses again, I am afraid that it will be self-defeating at that time.

Ma Yu stroked his long beard with his big hand and said calmly: "That's true." ”

Although his expression was flat, the excitement in his eyes betrayed his excitement. In the face of such good news, how can Ma Yu not be excited.

Since Wang Chongyang's death, the prestige of the Quanzhen Sect has fallen again and again, and it has long been much worse than before.

Over the years, he has worked hard to support himself, but he can only barely maintain the prestige of the Quanzhen Sect. But anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Quanzhen Sect has long been inferior to the next. If this goes on for a long time, I am afraid that it will not be many years before the Quanzhen Sect will be removed from the martial arts.

Qiu Chuji looked at the third holy decree, shook his head helplessly, and sighed: "The others are okay, the key is that the Holy Lord wants to invite my Quanzhen Sect to Lin'an." ”

Although it only said that the whole true sect was invited, it did not name anyone to go. But everyone is not stupid, and no one can see this obvious problem.

If it weren't for the sake of seeing Zhichen, how could the saint lead hundreds of civil and military officials out of the city for ten miles to greet him?

When everyone heard this, they shook their heads helplessly.

Zhichen's stinky boy's affairs, even their uncles can't call the shots. If he doesn't want to do this, no one can really force it.

Sun Buer shook his head a little helplessly, and said weakly: "That stinky boy is now blatantly living in the ancient tomb. It was not easy to get him to go to Lin'an. After all, it will take at least a few months to go back and forth for thousands of miles. ”

Everyone thought that since they returned to Zhongnan Mountain, Mo Chen, who had been tired of the ancient tomb every day, couldn't help but be a little angry.

This stinky boy is just too unusual. Even if you really have something, but now you are not married, what is it to be tired of being together every day!

Ma Yu saw the expressions of the junior disciples and chuckled: "This time, the junior brothers are wrong. Regarding the matter of the Holy Invitation, Chen'er has already made a decision. It is already the time of July, and Chen'er plans to start leaving in August and arrive in Lin'an on the day of the Double Ninth Festival to meet the current saint. ”

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other.

That stinky boy has always been lazy, when did he change sex?

Time passed slowly, and the earth-shattering changes that occurred in the Central Plains finally spread completely in Kyushu and caused unprecedented shocks.

A small mansion in Lin'an.

Two old men with white beards stood in the courtyard, dressed exquisitely, and their faces showed a faint majesty. The other was dressed casually, and his clothes were in tatters, like a beggar begging on the street.

The old man who looked like a beggar leaned on the trunk of the tree at random, glanced at the old man beside him, and hummed, "Huang Laoxi, you are a rare guest." ”

Huang Laoxi's expression was calm, his eyes were fixed on Hong Qigong, and he said in a deep voice: "The old name is Huazi, and your beggars help disciples are all over the world. I wonder what news is happening in the north? ”

When Hong Qigong heard Huang Laoxi's words, his face suddenly became solemn, and his eyes flashed with unprecedented essence.

He raised his head and looked at Huang Laoxie seriously, and said solemnly: "You may not believe it when you say it, but the facts are not much different from the legends. ”

Huang Laoxi's eyes instantly tightened, his face twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but gasp.

Facts are not much different from legends!

Oh my God, are all those legendary things true?

Hong Qigong took a deep breath with his eyes slightly closed, a helpless wry smile appeared on his face, and he said in a deep voice: "Some things are even more bizarre than legends. Do you know why there are less than 10,000 deserters who returned to the north when nearly 30,000 Mongol cavalry fled? ”

Hong Qigong couldn't help but shudder when he thought of the news from his disciple.

Huang Laoxie saw that Hong Qigong's expression was abnormal, and when he heard his words, he suddenly became a little curious.

Hong Qigong is not a person who likes to joke after all, so he did not deliberately hang the appetite of Huang Laoxi. His eyes were distracted, and his face was full of disbelief, and he told the news that the beggars had heard.

Huang Laoxie listened to Hong Qigong's explanation, his eyes widened like copper bells, and his whole body trembled with excitement.

A word can make tens of thousands of troops kill each other, but they dare not resist in the slightest!

He was silent for a while, staring at the sky with his eyes distracted, and exclaimed, "Is there really such a god in the world? ”

Lin'an, an ordinary inn.

A beautiful woman dressed as a Taoist aunt leaned in front of the window, quietly looking at the blue sky outside the window, with a gentle smile on her beautiful face, but also a little dazed and sad.

Behind that aunt, there stood a little girl who looked seventeen or eighteen years old, quite delicate and beautiful.

Hong Lingbo looked at Aunt Dao's complicated expression, with a timid expression on his face, and said in a low voice, "Master, are you okay?" ”

It was not the first time she had seen Li Mochou show this kind of expression, but she knew in her heart that every time Li Mochou showed this kind of expression, she must have thought of something from the past.

When Li Mochou heard this, it was as if he hadn't heard it.

She looked at the sky in a daze, with two more sparkles of crystal in the corners of her eyes, and her bright eyes revealed a little pride and a little hatred.

I already knew that the man was destined not to be mediocre. It's just that he didn't expect that in just a few years of hard work, his cultivation has already advanced to such a terrifying realm.

One person suppressed an army of 100,000 and single-handedly recovered the Central Plains. This almost mythical achievement, but in his hands it was so easy that it was almost like a dream.

It's just that, why do you want to live up to my affection, is the oath really an empty dream?

Maybe I shouldn't run away anymore, otherwise I won't have a chance again?

Li Mochou's eyes flashed with a bright light, and his expression was extremely complicated, with a faint nervousness and a slight hope.

What if, he just didn't receive what he wanted?

Although he hated the man for ignoring him, Li Mochou still had a little reluctance and a little weak sadness in his heart.

Time passed slowly, and as the September 9 got closer and closer, Lin'an City was much more lively than ever.

Among them, there are not only martial arts people from all over the world, but also too many wealthy businessmen who come here, as well as secret agents and spies from the north.