Negotiation is a science, language is an art - or Lu Xun.

Taixungong operated according to the orders of the county king, and directly occupied the dominant position, beating, threatening, kidnapping, and adding a spoonful of sugar, and forcibly forced Lingyun Hall to cooperate.

In fact, the same is done for the other three major sects, which is very direct and straightforward, but this thing is too cannibalistic.

"Negotiable!" Ling Xuzi's face was a little more serious, but his movements were a little faster.

Taixungong smiled and popped up a letter: "This is the county king's own handwriting!" Please read! ”

Ling Xuzi took it lightly, breaking the Heaven and Earth Great Trend Runic Seal on it that only the Venerable could draw, and suddenly a trace of frost spread to his fingers, and he couldn't help but be slightly startled, and then melted the frost lightly, glanced at the letter, and laughed: "Master, you have already taken out the letter from the King of the County, why bother so much?" Lingyun Hall is willing to conspire with the King of Western Qinjun! ”

"Very good!"

Tai Xungong waved his sleeves, and the glass document floated again.

Ling Xuzi sat upright and did not move, flicked his fingers, and put his hand into a pen, a ripple that was very different from the general trend of the Venerable, turned into strokes on its own, and fell on the glazed document, forming the three words "Lingyun Palace".

An indescribable aura in the sky instantly covered the mountain gate of Lingyun Palace.

Tai Xun Gong looked at the aura outside the hall and laughed: "The martial artist cultivates the natural avenue, this natural avenue is revealed, and the Lingyun Hall and the Western Qin have been tied together, congratulations!"

Turned around and left with the two daughters of the bear's paws: "With the highest etiquette of the king of the county, sprinkle water to celebrate!"

Seeing the three of them walk out of the main hall, a group of Lingyun Hall elders looked at Ling Xuzi in surprise, what did the letter from the King of Western Qin County say?

"Daddy."

Out of the apse came a graceful woman, snow-white and fierce, her appearance was extremely charming, but a pair of Danfeng's eyes were full of fierceness, "My daughter is also curious about what this letter from the king of Xiqin County says?" ”

"Not a few words!"

Ling Xuzi spread out the letter, and there were only nine words on it, "February 2nd, Hunting Gulin, Jiang Yuqing", "But it's enough, this person is a god and a god, a little venerable realm, there are too many ghost ideas, and his wrist is too strong, for the king of the territory of the red and earthly world, I have no choice in Lingyun Palace." ”

After a pause, he smiled bitterly: "Where did such a demon boy come from, it's really ......"

"Hall Master!"

At this time, a tall disciple hurriedly entered the hall and saluted with fists: "The two women from Xiqin are sprinkling water everywhere."

"What can you do with just sprinkling water, let them go."

……

"Get out of the way!"

Xingling Mansion, Dongcheng Street, a group of horses galloped to the horse, the horse is a famous breed of demon horse in the Western Regions, and the person is a martial arts master with deep momentum, but his face is pale and worried.

Along the way, the people hurriedly got out of the way, and the horse team went straight to the palace of the king of Xiqin County, went straight to the mansion, jumped off the demon horse, and ran to the inner house without stopping for a moment.

"Uncle Nine, Cicada Yi, just arrived?"

Guo Shi hurriedly greeted his subordinates and concubines with a restrained expression.

The Jiang family in the capital is naturally a head taller than the Jiang family of the small branch of the Western Qin, except for the third master and the county king, of course.

Jiang Yong, who had gray hair but a younger complexion and was full of energy, asked in a deep voice as he walked, "I heard about Yuqing when I entered the city, how is his health?"

Guo's eyes turned red, tears fell down, and he choked: "I'm afraid it's been a few days......"

The always calm cicada Yi's Danfeng eyes widened a little, Venerable Jiang Yong was already angry, and he was puzzled about Jiang Yuqing's recruitment of himself along the way, but the result was that Jiang Yuqing was not good?

Flashed into the dormitory.

I saw that the hall was deserted, and a strong smell of medicine came to my face, and there was a thin, haggard, and tightly closed Jiang Yuqing lying on the big bed, and a few maids kneeling beside the bed.

A sense of sadness welled up in his heart, Venerable Jiang Yong's footsteps were heavy, slowly approaching the bed, grabbing Xin Zhuo's wrist, and after a little probing, he couldn't help but cry.

Jiang Yuqing, now it is a well-known heroic figure in the eighteen states of the north and south of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the first prince with a different surname in the Great Zhou, the pillar and future of the Jiang family, it is not an exaggeration to say that in addition to the founding ancestor Jiang Yuan, this son is the most outstanding.

At this moment, suddenly dying, for what? How can the Jiang family continue to support it?

"Yuqing? Yuqing? ”

Xin Zhuo slowly opened his eyes, he was really in a half-asleep state, of course, he was purely hungry, and he hadn't eaten for five days.

He just thinks it's better to be a person and do things than to be ruthless to himself.

"Uncle is here?"

"It's coming!" Jiang Yong wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Why is this happening?" ”

Xin Zhuo glanced at the direction of the Honglu Pavilion, estimated the time, and the lie was very silky: "Cultivating the ancient evil skills, going mad and falling into demons, hurting the roots, the meridians of the whole body are piled up, the true qi and the general trend are difficult to gather, and you can't live...... Finish. ”

"You kid......" Jiang Yong was really hateful and anxious, "It's also to blame the uncle for not waking you up, you entered the realm too fast, not as fast as the world should have, from the beginning of Fulong Mountain to the present, carefully calculated, but more than two years, two years, from the mortal body to enter the little venerable, how did your body bear it?"

Ordinary martial artists all start to polish their muscles and bones at the age of two or three, and slowly enter the country after ten years, decades or even hundreds of years. It's good for you, you can boil your muscles and bones, open the three palaces, martial arts, and supernatural powers all quickly, after all, you are a mortal body, how to bear it, your foundation is too weak! Blame me, blame me ......"

Xin Zhuo looked at the painful old man Jiang Yong, there was no wave in his heart, and he even wanted to laugh a little, but what the old man said also made some sense, he did enter the country too quickly, and he had never experienced all kinds of hardships and sufferings of martial artists in the world.

Like Zhi Feiyan, who began to practice martial arts at the age of eleven months, practiced Sanfu in summer, and practiced Sanjiu in winter, for more than 20 years, he practiced all the time, and endured the hellish torture that ordinary people could not bear, plus the talent and demons, he would have his current achievements.

After chattering for a long time, Jiang Yongcai asked with a sad face: "What do you have to say?" How will the Jiang family arrange in the future? ”

Xin Zhuo shook his head: "Over there in the capital, I can't worry about it, Xiqin's side has already been properly arranged, and my uncle doesn't need to ...... it."

Suddenly, his expression moved slightly, and he said tiredly: "The boat is tired, uncle, go and rest."

Jiang Yong naturally saw the tiredness on his face, and nodded worriedly: "It's okay......"

After everyone left the palace and the maids on the side also left, Xin Zhuo immediately summoned Mochizuki Well, and the nerves that had been tense for a long time relaxed, and then his eyes lit up.

[Sacrifice Spirit: Kunlun Palace's luck true spirit.

It contains the heritage and general trend of the thousand-year-old sect, which can be worth 700 years of true spirit (one of four into two products)

True Spirit Fusion: Lack of Opportunity.

Shared Blessings: B. 】

[Sacrifice Spirit: The true spirit of the sword pool of the withered sword mound.

It contains the sword intent and general trend of the thousand-year-old sect, which can be worth seven hundred years of true spirit (one of four into two products)

True Spirit Fusion: Lack of Opportunity.

Shared Blessings: B. 】

[Sacrifice Spirit: The true spirit of the Walker's Valley's 10,000-mile journey. 】

……

[Sacrifice Spirit: Lingyun Palace's Battle Heaven and Earth Luck True Spirit]

……

Really! The four major sects have already compromised and chose to cooperate with themselves, Xiong Paw and Cui Ying'er spilled the water from the Mochizuki Well according to their own instructions, and the timing was just right.

It's just that I don't know how they sprinkled it, or that he, the well owner himself, can only have a bond with the four sects, and can't directly worship a certain palace like the Taiping Palace?

The imaginary sharing of the four major sects' martial arts and supernatural powers is a failure! But...... It's a success!

Although the four major sect sacrifice spirits are not fused perfectly, they are already implicated, and only the final sacrifice is needed.

It's also easy to train, win this one!!

Entering the Great Venerable, it's close at hand!

His eyes flickered, and he shouted weakly, "Someone is coming......"

(End of chapter)