Luo Fengming walked down the wooden ladder of the warship, covered his eyes, the bright sun shook him a little dizzy, he was not a general, just a powerless Wenchen, although it was not the first time to take Daqin's warship, but the bumps of the warship still made him feel a little nauseous and headache, exhausted.

Fortunately, before he got off the boat, he swallowed a qi-replenishing elixir, and he could feel a warm and powerful warm current rising from his abdomen, flowing along his veins, and his strength began to recover little by little.

"Envoy Luo, it's not easy to travel far, but you want to go to my house to rest for a while?"

A middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe said loudly, he carried his hands behind his back, and was protected by more than a dozen monks beside him, with an awe-inspiring momentum on his body, but he smiled and groaned, which made people look very good.

"I've seen King Qin. Luo Fengming had never seen this idle prince, but it didn't prevent him from recognizing this man's identity.

"No need to be polite," King Qin glanced at the warship, "The Nine Gates Golden Plaque is on the ship?"

"Yes," Luo Fengming smiled, "and the Holy Decree." ”

"This king has heard about something unusual, Luo envoy came from the capital, I don't know if you have heard of it?" King Qin approached and asked in a low voice, "I heard that the saint has the heart to establish Kujian Mountain as the state religion?"

Luo Fengming was startled, he raised his head suddenly, King Qin was a little taller than him, his cold eyes were staring at him tightly, Luo Fengming hesitated for a moment, and shook his head, "I haven't heard of it, I left in a hurry, and I set off after the next court yesterday, and I haven't even returned home." ”

"Really?" King Qin smiled and didn't ask, "According to the rules, I first have to go to the ancestral temple to present the holy decree, and this king has already prepared a wine banquet, and when this rule is over, how about going to this king's mansion to rest for a while? ”

Luo Fengming thought for a moment and arched his hand, "King Qin, can you invite the people of the Xuanmiao Sect as well?"

King Qin narrowed his eyes, "Interesting, what do you want to do?"

Luo Fengming looked left and right, turned sideways, blocked the view, and took out a jade pendant from his body, with dragon pattern lettering, An Jiang.

King Qin stared at the jade pendant and was silent for a moment, "Okay, what else does the Luo envoy need?"

Luo Fengming thought for a while, "I remember the Chixiao Palace, the Taishi Sect, these major sects have outer halls in the ancestral city?"

King Qin understood, "No problem. ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, and in their hearts, they got into King Qin's car and headed towards the ancestral city.

The warships were too big to fall in the city, and they all fell next to the post station in the north of the city, while the ancestral temple was in the south of the city, and the carriages had to pass through the main street.

There are a lot of notices posted on the main street, and some restaurants even hang banners, which read, "Kujian Mountain is the best example in the world", "Kujian Mountain is incomparable in benevolence and righteousness", "Kujian Mountain should be the first sect", and many restaurants also hung signs in front of them, saying that in order to thank Kujian Mountain for killing the demon clan and saving the people, all disciples drank for free.

Luo Fengming put down the curtain and smiled lightly.

King Qin glanced at him, "The first time the Luo envoy came to the ancestral city?"

"I came here a few times when I was a child, but I didn't come after becoming an official. ”

"Do you have friends here?"

"Yes," Luo Fengming said, "He also works under the prince, and is a general of the Beicheng garrison." ”

King Qin had a plan in his heart, lifted the curtain, pointed to a tall building in the east, and seemed to say casually, "That building is the outer hall of the Xuan Miao Sect, and this king heard today that the buildings near this outer hall are also covered with these banners, and the number is only a lot more than that of the main street." ”

"That's interesting. Luo Fengming smiled, "Maybe the people of the ancestral city love the Dry Sword Mountain." ”

"This king thinks that this is someone who wants to be angry with the Xuan Miao Sect. King Qin said meaningfully, "That's what the so-called fanning the flames is, right? ”

"If this wind can help Great Qin prosper, and this fire can make Great Qin's national fortune prosperous, there is nothing wrong with it. ”

"Makes sense. King Qin laughed.

King Qin is really a smart person, Luo Fengming secretly pondered, the banner near Xuanmiaozong was indeed hung by him, and it was the friend who was a general, and he didn't expect this matter to be hidden from King Qin, the head snake, since he showed him the brand of King Anjiang, King Qin should have understood, this matter is the meaning of the person in the palace.

There is a fixed process for presenting the holy decree, incense, sacrifices, reading the holy decree, and so on, when one set is finished, it is already noon when I return to the city, the palace of the king of Qin is lively, and the wine and food have already been prepared.

This table of wine and banquet was full of distinguished guests, and the elders of the seven major sects had all arrived here, and they were very familiar with each other, but they were silent at the table, and it was full of a stiff atmosphere.

And this time is also very interesting.

King Qin sat at the top, Luo Fengming sat on his left, and on the right sat the elders of Kujian Mountain.

And the elder of the Xuan Miao Sect sat on the edge, close to the door, his face pale.

The others looked left and right, as if they were waiting for something.

Luo Fengming took a sip of the wine in the cup, broke the silence, and said to the elders of Kujian Mountain with a smile, "Congratulations to Kujian Mountain, these nine golden plaques are given by the Holy Emperor, and they were created by the people of the Gongsun family, and they are the monks of the Gongsun family, which are much more elaborate than the nine pieces of the Xuanmiao Sect." ”

Here it comes.

Several elders were in high spirits, although they were silent, but their attention was all focused on the two elders of the Withered Sword Mountain and the Xuanmiao Sect, and even King Qin was holding the wine glass with a smile, as if he wanted to watch a good show.

The Elder of the Withered Sword Mountain trembled in his heart, glanced at the Elder of the Xuanmiao Sect who was staring directly at him, and said euphemistically, "My sect is a mountain sword cultivator, and I only love to cultivate swords, and the quality of these Nine Gate Golden Plaques is actually invisible, but I still have to thank the Holy Lord for his appreciation, and I am ashamed to say that Elder Chu of this sect has just done what every monk will do, and he really can't afford the Nine Gate Golden Plaque." ”

Luo Fengming smiled and continued, "Elder Song, don't be modest, I know that you are dedicated to cultivating swords up and down the Dry Sword Mountain, but you have never forgotten the people of Great Qin, compared to some sects, but you are much more benevolent, righteous and loyal, and you can afford these nine golden plaques. ”

Certain sects?

You're talking about a certain sect, right?

The Elder of Dry Sword Mountain secretly complained in his heart, the face of the elder of the Xuan Miao Sect had become more and more ugly, he thought about it, and replied, "If you don't forget the people of Great Qin, our seven major sects are all like this, each sect has monks who participated in the war in the Northern Plains and did their best for our human race, and my Dry Sword Mountain is just one of them, and the manpower is far inferior to that of the Xuan Miao Sect and the Chixiao Palace." ”

"Soldiers are expensive but not too expensive! Sending a bunch of people with poor strength to send them to death also increases the prestige of the demon clan," Luo Fengming turned his head and asked as if he remembered something, "Oh yes, I heard that Elder Li of the Xuanmiao Sect died in battle two days ago? This is really a pity, and it is a great loss for my Great Qin Monk." ”

While.

The Elder of the Xuan Miao Sect slapped the wine glass on the table and said coldly, "Envoy Luo, what do you mean by this?"

"What do you mean?" Luo Fengming looked shocked, "It's just to express regret, the elder is too worried, right?"

There was a flash of murderous aura on the elder of the Xuan Miao Sect, he stared at Luo Fengming coldly, and after a while, he arched his hand towards King Qin, "King Qin, I am not feeling well, so I will retire first." ”

After speaking, he didn't wait for King Qin's reply, flicked his sleeves, turned around and left.

"Hey, did the official say something wrong?" Luo Fengming pretended to be puzzled, shook his head slightly, raised his wine glass again, and looked around, "Come on, come on, elders, I salute you, this Great Qin, thanks to the support of Kujian Mountain and your sects, you can prosper and be stable for a long time!"

Several elders nodded yes, but their hearts were full of turmoil.

This Luo envoy is so targeted at the Xuan Miao Sect, could it be that Daqin is really going to do it?