"Imperial Capital ......"

Xin Zhuo had already ridden the war horse of King Qin, and looked back at Andu, he had stayed in this ghost place for several months, and a lot of things had happened in it, and the next time he entered the city, he didn't know what year and month it would be, or in the absence of absolute strength to suppress everything, it was impossible to come back.

The old lady's body has been inquired about, and it is said that she has woken up, but she has been injured for too long and needs to recuperate.

The Jiang family is currently stable.

Su Miaojin......

"Let's go!"

"Boom ......"

100,000 horsemen turned west, leaving patches of dust and smoke in their wake.

On the wall of the imperial capital in the distance, the soldiers and officials who always pay attention to this place can't help but celebrate and cheer.

……

The complete withdrawal of the Western Qin army and the burial of Emperor Daxing of the Great Zhou Dynasty took place almost simultaneously.

This seems to be the end of the grudge between Xin Zhuo and Ji Chunjiu!

It's just that the Western Qin army looted along the way, migrated the population, and did everything they could, which caused the anger of the heavens and the resentment.

However, Jiang Yuqing, the lord of Western Qin, really didn't have the heart to manage internal affairs, so he had to be strictly controlled by Yu Siliu, Taixungong, Song Laochu and others, so he retreated in an orderly manner.

Xin Zhuo and his entourage hurried slowly, and when they arrived at Xingling, the capital of Western Qin, they still entered the wax moon, and the first heavy snow came without appointment, and the whole world was white.

In the eyes of the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty, this is a group of anti-thieves, but in the eyes of the people of Western Qin, this is the return of their own sons and heroes.

The Western Qin army was naturally arrogant and domineering, and all of them became shy and polite.

It's just that His Royal Highness King Qin really didn't have any mood, and hurriedly returned to the Qin Palace, which had just been built.

Qin Palace, Juanxian Palace, Ten Mile Lotus Pond, Small Pavilion.

The snow is falling, six people sit in the pavilion, two people play, and four people watch.

The game was played by Li Guangling and Ling Xuozi, the hall master of Lingyun Palace.

What you watch is Huang Taigai, Kunlun Palace Immortal Roll Whitehead, Dry Sword Tomb Immortal Chen Feidu, and Xinger Valley Immortal Gou does not eat.

The six of them were in high spirits and in good spirits.

They are in a good mood, the legendary martial arts are not prosperous, and the warriors will have to rely on the dynasty to practice, although the Western Qin is not an imperial dynasty, but after the attack on the Great Zhou, the momentum of the kingdom has been completed, and the luck is purple from the east, and the first to benefit is the earth immortals and sects under the Western Qin.

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Chess is chess, Li Guangling doesn't like to talk with his hands, and his chess skills are quite good, he has played a slam, and no one is his opponent.

Ling Xuzi gambler generally looked at the chessboard, his forehead was full of beads of sweat, and pointed to his "red horse": "Huh? The old man's step is wrong, if I ...... like this"

"Stinky chess basket! No regrets! Li Guangling's expression was serious, and his eyes were like knives.

Ling Xuzi's expression was sneering, and he was unwilling to admit defeat, so he was in a dilemma.

"Hall Master Ling, listen to the old man!" Mrs. Huang nodded to Ling Xuzi's car, "Ping three into two, the dead end becomes alive, the old man eats more salt than you drink!" ”

"I'm afraid you've been eating salt for the past two hundred years......," Ling Xuzi pushed the chess pieces and admitted defeat.

The six of them laughed, and suddenly felt something, and they all looked at the opposite wooden road, only to see Jiang Yuqing, the king of Qin, walking alone.

"What a dragon walk!"

Several earth immortals greeted them together and bowed their hands: "Your Highness is back?"

Xin Zhuo glanced at the six people, and the four major sect earth immortals were also there, but it was beyond his surprise, and he waved his hand: "You're welcome!"

Saying that, with a flick of his sleeves, a body of death and the image of atrophy of the meridians were presented in front of everyone without reservation.

These six people are all their own people, and there is no need to hide them.

However, the six Earth Immortals took a closer look, and although they were shocked, they were not surprised.

The white-haired curly head arched his hand and said: "The six of us are waiting for Your Highness here, and we already know about Your Highness!"

"Oh?"

Xin Zhuo sat down in the pavilion on the side, looked at the six people, and suddenly wondered if these six earth immortals had known about it early in the morning and deliberately concealed it.

Huang Taigai seemed to guess his thoughts, shook his head and said: "You don't need to guess, we don't have the ability of the Great Zhou Qin Heavenly Prison and the four major sects, when the Western Qin raised troops, we couldn't see it, and when we saw it, you had already hit the capital of the Great Zhou Emperor!"

"Do you have a way to do that?" Xin Zhuo asked with burning eyes.

Although there is a way to share the life span of the sacrificial spirits and barely survive, the body is like a sieve, and the meridians are gradually and uncontrollably atrophied, which must be solved.

Several earth immortals glanced at each other, and Huang Taigai frowned and said, "Can Your Highness tell me what method you used to change your life against the sky and remain immortal?"

Heavenly Dao Immortal Rules, Sixiang, and Bai Hong are not particularly obscure secrets, not only experienced by Xin Zhuo alone, but also appeared many times in the history books, and every time before the advent of martial arts, they will appear!

But after experiencing this kind of thing, there are basically no martial artists who have survived, and Jiang Yuqing is jumping around, which is really beyond their expectations.

The six of them have studied it many times, but they still don't know the essentials, and this Qin King Jiang Yuqing always seems to be able to do things that ordinary people can't understand.

Xin Zhuo thought for a while, and said paradoxically: "I happened to get an ancient life-sustaining supernatural power, but the symptoms are not cured, the life span is about to end, and the lamp is not far from running out!"

Juan Baitou said: "We have actually researched three methods for His Highness, you can try them one by one!"

Xin Zhuo came to the spirit: "Oh? Tell me about it! ”

"First, for the method of double cultivation and defilement, you can use the magic of double cultivation to forcibly transfer the wounds of heaven and earth rejection to other people, but it must be a person with the same realm as His Highness, that is, the Great Venerable!"

Curly looked Xin Zhuo up and down, when Xin Zhuo showed his physical injuries just now, his blood and qi fluctuated, and he seemed to be still a great venerable, but he was too much stronger, and it seemed to be much better than a turning earth immortal, "We have arranged a lot of people, such as my Kunlun Palace Gate Juan Si Liang, Lingyun Hall Ling Lost Moon and other female disciples!" ”

Xin Zhuo hesitated for a moment, and asked with some uncertainty, "Is Shuangxiu a husband and wife?"

"It's nature! And at least two hours at a time! "The white head seems to be accustomed to it, and the method of double cultivation of martial artists is just a common thing in the world.

"How sure are you?" Xin Zhuo frowned.

Curly Baitou sighed: "One heavy! The rules of the Heavenly Dao are unpredictable, so let's just give it a try! ”

"That's not necessary!" Xin Zhuo felt a little ridiculous, and he was not sure whether his body would be absorbed by those women, and asked, "What about the second?"

Huang Taigai said: "Sacrifice Confucianism, my Confucianism is the state religion of the Great Zhao, the Great Qin, and the Great Song Dynasty, but you can know the rise and fall, the honor and disgrace, and the responsibility of educating the world, so the Great Yan and the Great Zhou are useless!"

If His Royal Highness enters the religion by himself, inherits the Confucian Taoist system, takes the responsibility of teaching the world, absorbs the luck of Confucianism, and does not enter the rules of the Heavenly Dao, he may be able to gradually recover! ”

Very good! The idea of Confucianism to overthrow the Western Qin is still not dead!

Xin Zhuo stared at Huang Taigai for a long time before asking, "How sure are you?"

Huang Taigai's old face showed a trace of embarrassment: "Three!"

"You can think about it!"

This was what had been decided before, and Xin Zhuo asked again, "What about the last one?"

Several earth immortals looked at each other, and finally Ling Xuozi gritted his teeth and said: "With the method of fake death, preserve a trace of true spirit consciousness, bury it somewhere, and wait for the martial arts to come, the heavenly path immortal rules are gone, and the injuries in His Highness's body will naturally be weakened a lot, and if you look for a good way, you can naturally be intact!"

Xin Zhuo looked at Li Guangling, who was napping silently, and thought of the Yan Kaishan and Fly Ancestor and Lihuo Vermilion Bird True Spirit in Tianmen Valley.

It's just that he feels that this method is absolutely useless to himself, not to mention that who in this world dares to guarantee that there will be no accidents in the future, and he happens to remember himself, and when the time comes, dig it out for himself? After all, he is only in the Great Venerable Realm, and if he doesn't die, he will die!

It's that this meridian is shrinking all the time, in case there is only a pile of bones left, will Lao Tzu cultivate the white bone essence?

But looking at the confident appearance of several earth immortals, he still asked, "How sure are you?"

Ling Xuzi smiled: "Fifty percent!"

Xin Zhuo was silent for a long time, and said, "After seven days, try to sacrifice Confucianism and enter Confucianism, shall we?"

Sacrifice to Confucianism, first save a wave of heritage, what if it is useful?