"Listen to me chant a sutra. ”

"Okay then..."

"Relax and be on guard. ”

"What, you still have to be on guard?"

"Yes, let go and listen to me chant a sutra. ”

"If you are willing to wear the mask of the underworld I gave, I am also willing to listen to your chanting. ”

"Really?"

"Forget it..."Gu Chen looked at the mysterious seventh brother's eager appearance, and immediately dispelled this thought.

Xia Ji said: "This doesn't work, that doesn't work, what do you say?"

Gu Chen was silent for a moment and said, "I understand your thoughts, trust is difficult to establish, but in addition to the common enemy, there is also the bond of the Nine Emperor Maidens. ”

"Oh, will you trust my sister?"

"I've never seen anyone look at a refugee crying, she wasn't putting on a show, but when she was walking alone by Huaqing Lake, there were some crying sounds in the distance, and she listened to it and cried, crying very sadly.

When she was a child, she would bandage injured animals, and deliberately scatter some rice grains and grass in the bushes waiting for sparrows to eat, and even if she was afraid on the hunting ground, she even prevented the Son of Heaven from shooting the doe, just because the doe was pregnant with a fawn...

In the past, I looked down on this practice, and felt that the world was killing for profit.

There are many people who wear masks and fake crying, but there are almost no people like her who cry out their true temperament when they cry.

After crying, there are more pedantic scholars and women who have the kindness of women, but people like her who wipe away their tears but can become stronger are even more extinct.

Xia Xiaosu is more qualified than anyone to sit in that position.

Trust takes time, I will stop at the Imperial City, but not at the Imperial Palace, during this time I will build the Underworld and wait until March... I will also go south, and then kill the Son of Heaven before you. ”

"Whatever you want. ”

...

"Master, you actually brought the Black Fox King here, do you want our sisters to blow the flute for you?" Hu Xian'er ran from a distance with bare legs.

Xia Ji took a flute to her and pointed to a big stone, "Blow it for one night." ”

Hu Xian'er: "Master, I'm just joking. ”

"Blow it for one night. ”

"Oh..."

For this vixen who is good at opening his yellow tongue, Xia Ji will never leave his hand, in the melodious sound of the flute, he poured a pot of wine, sat under the winter sea of stars, and reviewed the actions of most of the month in his heart.

First, after reading the scriptures of Leiyin Temple, he improved his latent strength as a whole, enriched his hole card library, and left a few powers that had not yet been shown in front of the world.

Second, before the war, he went to find out the Northland Demon Clan, and completely controlled the Fox Clan, showed favor to the Tiger Clan, and controlled the Eagle Clan.

Although it is said that there are eighty-one demons, such control is already in place, and it can be regarded as cutting off the danger of this alien ally, otherwise he is fighting on the front line, but there is a rumor behind him that the demon clan controls the imperial capital, and even controls the imperial sister, so what is it?

Now, March is less than two months away...

The demon clan is flat.

But there are still many hidden dangers in the imperial city.

The rear is unstable...

Xia Ji tapped his fingers on the table, thinking about a solution.

Syllable...

His fingers suddenly stopped and said: "Spread a word, let the martial artists in the entire capital know, just say that the Shenwu Emperor will give an opening sermon on the stargazing platform in three days, and all martial artists who have cultivated their innate true qi can come and listen." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a cloud of black smoke flashed in the darkness, and the beautiful maid appeared, twisting her waist and slowly walking behind him, and answered in a coquettish voice, "Yes, Your Highness."

Then, the Black Fox King grabbed the prince's shoulders with a pair of Rouyi, and gently pinched it for him with the hands that had killed countless people.

Xia Ji let her pinch it, this is the time to report on the killing.

The Black Fox King glanced at Hu Xian'er, who was standing on the big stone and giving a flute, raised his eyebrows, squeezed his eyes, smiled, and then said slowly:

"The interrogators that the little princess found are really good, and they have a very accurate grasp of people's hearts and punishments, but none of the captured monks of light are willing to say anything.

Those warriors have already explained many secrets, and these secrets are being compiled into a book, and when they have gathered the number of three hundred, they will be sent to His Highness for inspection.

Secondly, a month ago, His Royal Highness passed on the appointment of the 'March River' has responded, and now the Son of Heaven in the Southern Dynasty has replied, 'I am waiting for you', which can be regarded as an invitation. ”

Xia Ji asked, "Your demon clan has lived in the Northland for so long, do you ever know what power and strength the royal family has?"

Killing came over, and his body was about to stick to his back, and he was like a wolf to speak in his ear, and the vixen was like this, and he began to make a fuss after saying a few words.

Xia Ji pointed to a big stone in the distance: "Go up and say." ”

Kill:...

A moment later.

Hu Xian'er blew Xiao, looked at the Black Fox King who was also punished on his side, his eyes were bent into a crescent moon, he raised his eyebrows, smiled, and continued to blow the flute.

Killing Rou said: "Your Highness, do you still want to be nice to you... Report well. ”

Xia Ji rubbed his eyebrows, he was wrong, it's not that Hu Xian'er likes to open a yellow tongue, it's that the fox spirit clan likes it, no wonder he will be respectfully called a teacher by the goblins, but fortunately, Huixin is not, that fox king is really bent on seeking the Tao, he will not be mistaken.

Xia Ji said: "Transsion said the same. ”

Killing is helpless, so I can only tell the story.

"Originally, there were eight parts of the imperial capital,

The first department, the Cabinet, assists in handling the affairs of the world;

the second part, the military department, is where the leading general is located;

the third department, the Ministry of Heavenly Engineering, developed puppet weapons warships;

the fourth part, the righteous mansion, openly supervises hundreds of officials;

the fifth part, the Impermanence Mansion, secretly supervising the hundred officials;

The sixth department, the Ministry of Sky Survey, supervises the rivers and lakes;

The seventh part, Heishuitai, deals with big cases;

The eighth part, the Heavenly Supervision Division, looking at the stars and watching the stars;

The rest are local governments. ”

As she spoke, she was speechless for a moment.

Because, she felt that what she said was equal to not saying it, she was just a vixen, what did she do if she had nothing to care about political affairs?

What's more, there are many hidden countries in this world, countries within countries, and these superficial forces are simply a tree born in the abyss, and the most important thing is where the roots of this tree lead and how deep they are.

Xia Ji also understood, so he didn't ask any more, he leaned back, took a sip of wine, and then turned his head to the side, only to see that the light in the imperial study was still on,

The lake breeze blew through his temples and through the thousands of holes in the rockery, bringing out the sound of sobbing in the depths of winter, and swept into the courtyard of the study.

He saw the candle blossom behind the oil-paper window jump, and saw the girl sitting on the chair of the Son of Heaven stretching, a position that was too heavy for her.

Xia Ji took the book, looked at the two vixens standing on the stone, and read it gently, learning every day, replenishing skill beads is a necessary daily routine.

...

Three days later.

Stargazing platform.

There were not many people in the dojo, only more than a thousand people, which is understandable, after all, there is fear.

Xia Ji disagreed, sat on the stage and began to preach, he used the sympathy of Nyorai Zen throughout the whole process, attaching his spiritual imprint to his own words, but anyone who can accept it will inherit his spiritual imprint, and he can also feel the existence of this person.

His purpose was simple, and that was to sow seeds.

The most terrifying point of the spiritual imprint is the subtle "sense of identity, sense of belonging", once you accept his way, then it will be biased towards him, no matter what the situation is in the future, these warriors will feel that what he is doing is reasonable, and being an enemy of him will give birth to a "sense of guilt", this "guilt" is at most a sense of guilt for ordinary people, but for warriors it is an obstacle to the state of mind.

After a speech, the martial artists in the audience had an endless aftertaste, and Xia Ji had already left.

After that, he came to the observatory every seven days to preach.

More and more people listened, and at first they didn't come because they were worried that the Shenwu prince had other plans in the name of preaching.

But after two times, everyone understood that this prince was "sincerely" preaching, and it was common sense that the Tao was not lightly preached, but this prince was able to share his experience with everyone, and even the warrior had the courage to ask questions, and this prince did not despise it, and answered in public, and there were warriors who wanted to ask questions privately, and the prince also agreed one by one, which is really commendable.

Gradually, many warriors have developed respect for this Shenwu prince for some reason, and even when they hear others say bad things about the Shenwu prince, they have to go up and fight against it.

These people are Xia Ji's hidden disciples, he made a simple list and handed it to Hu Xian'er, and when necessary, this fox spirit will even go down in person to help these hidden disciples gain more power in their own forces.

Just like this, it will be more than a month.

Xia Ji's daily life is very monotonous, making magic weapons, reading books to extract skill beads, finding out the news of the south as much as possible, preaching every week, and dining with Xia Xiaosu.

And in the past month, there are actually many martial artists who have secretly surrendered, they are in various forces, and all those who have reached the eighth realm of the ancient realm have been silently selected, met with Killing, and began to call Killings Black Fox Dao brothers.

This is the first seed that sprouted, and it is just beginning.

If it blossoms and bears fruit, then it is the division of the warriors of the imperial capital.

Seeing that everything was on the trajectory, Xia Jicai silently breathed a sigh of relief.

Allies are stable.

The imperial city is stable.

In this way, he can go south.

"yes, it's going south. ”

On one side, there is the sunset at the end of the road, like a furnace that burns everything.

...

At this point...

In the West.

The remnant sun is like blood.

The Ghost Fang army has withdrawn from the Sealed Wolf Pass one after another.

Tu Luo also came to the vicinity of the Sealed Wolf Pass with the Frost Giant,

They need to withdraw from the big merchants before spring arrives.

However, at this time, a handsome monk slowly walked out of the south of the Sealed Wolf Pass.

Behind the monk was an army of tens of thousands of iron horsemen.

The general at the head was holding a long knife, wearing a black gauze hat, and his face was covered, so he couldn't see it clearly.