King Mengxi expressed his indignation, and slammed his fist on the table, furious.

"The first emperor has been retired for a long time, I don't know if he is still alive?" Lin Xingtong sighed, and the other seven high-ranking officials were all the same.

The current emperor, in their eyes, seems to be just a puppet of Ning Shengyuan, which makes their group of good ministers who are worried about the country tremble.

Because they were afraid that one day, Ning Shengyuan would really sit on the dragon chair and control the Sheji artifact, making Zhou Tianguo become his Ning Tianguo.

King Mengxi slapped the table and said majestically: "My battle robe has been covered with dust since I took off my armor and returned to the field, and my war knife has also thirsty for blood, this world has its share of merit, and the Shang Fang Treasure Order given by the first emperor, I think it's time to take it out!"

"Brother Meng!" the eight high-ranking officials shouted, and they all stood up, their faces showing respect and awe.

King Mengxi also stood up and said, "Fellow virtuous brothers, tomorrow morning, let's see you in the Jinluan Palace!"

The eight high-ranking officials all echoed, and immediately left their own places, just waiting for tomorrow to build momentum in the Jinluan Palace.

It's the middle of the night.

Wang Zhong, who was meditating, seemed to hear a slight ring.

The sound was like the sound of a door opening and closing, but it made him open his eyes from his practice.

His gaze was fixed on the door of the room, and this moment shook his heart.

"Grandpa Ling?" Wang Zhong exhaled, jumped off the bed excitedly, and with a flick of his fingers, the candle light lit up.

"Child, I haven't seen you for a few days, and your cultivation has improved a lot. Grandpa Ling stood at the door, wearing the stars and the moon, and as soon as he came back, he pushed open Wang Zhong's door and took a look, but he didn't expect to wake up Wang Zhong.

From Wang Zhong's excited eyes, Grandpa Ling was extremely pleased to find that the "reluctance" that he had once expressed to himself had now disappeared, and was replaced by the excitement and excitement of the reunion at this time.

This shows that on the night he left, what he taught Wang Zhong had been thoroughly understood by Wang Zhong, and he knew how to let go and understand the trade-offs.

Wang Zhong threw himself on Grandpa Ling, expressing his inner excitement and longing at this time.

"Grandpa Ling, it's good that you come back, in the past few days of your absence, I have practiced seriously and have not relaxed in the slightest. Wang Zhong happily said to Grandpa Ling: "Also, I have already obtained the admission quota of Zhou Tian Academy, I won the bet, and I am planning to take my sister to the imperial capital after you come back." ”

"That's good. Grandpa Ling sat down with his long beard, and Wang Zhong poured him a cup of tea.

Wang Zhong found that under the candlelight, Grandpa Ling's old face was full of exhaustion, and after a few days, Grandpa Ling seemed to be much older.

He was very distressed, because he knew that it was all because Grandpa Ling had spent a lot of effort and energy to help him build weapons.

"Grandpa Ling, thank you for your hard work. Wang Zhong felt distressed on his face and said respectfully.

"It's not hard. Grandpa Ling smiled and said, "Child, sit down." ”

Wang Zhong sat down.

Grandpa Ling swept his hand over the small table as if he were playing a trick, and immediately under Wang Zhong's gaze, nine chopsticks were three or two fingers long, and something like a stick in a stick holder was placed in front of his eyes.

"Grandpa Ling, is this?" Wang Zhong looked at Grandpa Ling a little puzzled, could it be that this is a set of weapons that Grandpa Ling built for himself?

"Child, this is the Jiuyang Sword Box!" Grandpa Ling saw Wang Zhong's puzzled expression, and immediately smiled, "This is a set of weapons that Grandpa Ling has built for you, five long and four short, five narrow and four wide, and nine in number." ”

"Jiuyang Sword Box??" Wang Zhong licked his lips and saw the nine weapons on the table made of thousand-year-old peach god wood, and the five chopsticks were very narrow, only two fingers wide, like a sharp spearhead.

The four swords, which are only half the length of chopsticks and three fingers wide, are four pocket-sized swords.

Inexplicably, Wang Zhong couldn't help but laugh when he saw this "Jiuyang Sword Box".

It's really that this weapon looks so cute, it doesn't look like it's used to kill people, but it looks like a prop when I played games with my friends when I was a child.

Seeing Wang Zhong's expression, Grandpa Ling laughed and said: "The thousand-year-old peach god tree, I broke it off nine times, and there was no waste at all, before I cast this Jiuyang vessel, you can see it with the naked eye that it is harmless to humans and animals, once you succeed in the sacrifice, it will communicate with your spiritual will, and it will be a big killing weapon!"

Wang Zhong nodded, picked up a spearhead two fingers wide, and in an instant, he felt a supreme yang power emanating from it, and at the top of the spearhead, he also found a word.

"Dry!" Wang Zhong read out, and immediately read the other eight handles, each with words.

These words do not look like they are carved, but they seem to have grown on them naturally.

The weapon that has just been cast is unlikely to grow words on its own, and it is possible to integrate words into the weapon, as if it grows naturally, and it can only be said that Grandpa Ling's casting method has reached the point of ingenuity.

"Kan!"

"Gen!"

"Shock!"

"Tatsumi!"

"Leave!"

"Kun!"

"Redeem!"

"Medium!"

After reading the nine words in the nine weapons, Wang Zhong looked at Grandpa Ling with a puzzled expression and said, "Grandpa Ling, is this the meaning of the Jiuyang Sword Box?"

Grandpa Ling nodded to Wang Zhong with appreciative eyes, "That's right, Jiuyang is the sky, it is the sky, Kan is the water, it is the water yang, Gen is the mountain, it is the mountain yang, it is the thunder, it is the thunder yang, Xun is the wind, it is the wind yang, it is the fire and it is the fire yang, Kun is the earth, it is the earth yang, it is the earth yang, and it is the water and the water yang." ”

"What about this?" Wang Zhong licked his lips, his heart was already extremely warm, because this Jiuyang Sword Box was really the Supreme Divine Yang, and it complemented his own cultivation powers, which was simply like a tiger with wings.

"The middle is to keep the center, but it is the positive yang. Grandpa Ling explained: "This sword is the best and the most inferior one in the Jiuyang sword box. ”

"Oh?" Wang Zhong picked up the handle with the word "Zhong", which was different from the other eight handles, and it was as boxy as a ring ruler, only two fingers wide and chopsticks long.

"Grandpa Ling, I still don't understand, it's me who is stupid. Wang Zhong was still very confused and a little confused.

Grandpa Ling stroked his long beard with a smile and said: "Jiuyang Sword Box, there are eight handles that are indestructible weapons, similar to eight hexagrams, and only this one is a defensive weapon; ”

As soon as Grandpa Ling finished speaking, he took out a quaint booklet and put it in front of Wang Zhong, and stood up.

Wang Zhong picked up the booklet, it was only the size of a palm, the booklet seemed to be some years old, and he didn't know what material it was made of.

It's not just paper, it's like a kind of animal skin, but I can't say what kind of animal skin it is.

"Child, this is the answer you want to know. Grandpa Ling smiled and said, "I'll go and rest for a while, you can take a look." ”