"Your Majesty, the ban on the demon star has been broken, do you want to seal them again?"

In the capital of the Imperial Palace, there was a slippery civil and military priest standing in front of King Mingling, and everyone was reporting their work.

King Mingling looked at the documents in his hand and read them with his hands.

"Let them go, once the Heaven Devouring Dragon dies, the rest are cowardly and conservative, so don't worry. However, you can open a market with them and try to assimilate them. ”

King Mingling didn't raise his head and continued.

Shinto has been fighting in the east and west in recent years, and it is extremely lacking in the power of the bottom. Although the monsters on the demon star are rebellious, if they are educated first and then dispersed and absorbed, they can also be used as a supplement to manpower.

"Doumu Yuanjun sent a decree, hoping to reopen a new dynasty and vent the grievances of heaven and earth. If you agree, arrange for the reincarnation of the heavenly gods. ”

A martial priest stepped forward and spoke.

Originally, the scene was quite relaxed, but as soon as he said this, the hall seemed to be silent for a while.

"Not really."

King Mingling paused for a moment and directly said no.

Many gods seemed to have expected it, and although they were worried in their hearts, they didn't dare to speak out to persuade them.

The so-called reopening of a new dynasty is that the gods of the heavenly realm support the kings of all walks of life, and then use the human world as a battlefield to fight each other. During this period, a large number of Celestial Gods and Star Monarchs will be reincarnated into the human world and participate in the battlefield.

In the end, the winner destroys the old dynasty and establishes a new dynasty, and everyone from the top to the bottom gains good luck, even if the loser uses this killing to wipe out the calamity on his body, so as to gain spiritual improvement.

More importantly, human calamity can reduce the fortune of heaven and earth, so that when the final calamity comes, it can reduce some power.

In the past, basically every 300 years, the world has been fighting for the battlefield. It's just that now after King Mingling took charge of Shinto, although five hundred years have passed in the Great Qian court, there is still no sign of the end of life.

This is obviously a good thing.

Everyone has benefited, and they don't know why King Mingling is reluctant to let go.

"If there's anything else, if not, let's all go back to work."

King Mingling continued to flip through the documents sent by the Chenghuang Yamen in various places, these days, Shinto has been opened up in the Yin Division, the East China Sea, the Northern Land, and the Starry Sky, all of which are newly occupied territories, and they all need to be garrisoned by more experienced gods.

Chenghuang everywhere are complaining to him, and there is a shortage of manpower everywhere.

Although the Shinto school has been opened, the group of gods who just graduated last year have only been honed in the officialdom for less than a year, and they are not yet sophisticated.

The gods bowed slightly, and were about to leave.

"That's right."

"Is the Heavenly Mandate Division preparing to rebook the [Immortal Book] recently?"

Just as everyone was about to leave, King Mingling seemed to suddenly remember something.

"Yes, it should be September of this year."

"It's just that this time the rebook of immortals, we Shinto shouldn't be involved. If the gods want to improve the ranking of the immortal book, they can go over in their own name. ”

"Whether you live or die, it's all related to my Shinto."

The Shinto [Fortune Division] Master stepped forward and spoke.

"Where is the location of this rebooking of the immortal book?"

King Mingling nodded and continued to ask.

"In the star field of Kangsu, the specific location has not yet been decided." The Master of Fortune replied without thinking.

"Tell the Mandate of Heaven Division, this time [Rebook the Immortal Book] let them come to the imperial capital to hold it, and I will send someone out of the venue."

The Heavenly Mandate Division is the department in charge of the immortal book in the heavenly realm, and it is actually a Qingshui Yamen, similar to an institution like an archive.

"I'm afraid they don't want to, many Tianjiao live in the heavenly realm, it's not so easy to go down to earth, and they don't like the human environment very much."

The Master of the Fortune Division hesitated.

"The first place this time can get a Golden Immortal Dao Fruit."

"It's an extra bonus from me."

King Mingling continued to speak.

As soon as he said this, the hearts of many gods here jumped, although most of the people present were simply walking the Immortal Dao, not the Divine Dao, but the words "Golden Immortal Dao Fruit" still surprised them.

"Your Majesty, is this reward too heavy, this is a golden immortal ......"

"If they want to use the human world to prevent the robbery, why can't I do the opposite? The death of an immortal is more useful than the death of 100,000 people. ”

The red pen in King Mingling's hand lightly circled a document, if someone was by his side at the moment, he could see that this was a document sent by the Qingzhou City God's Yamen.

And the object of the request is the Fallen Dragon Pass Promotion...... Qiu Ping.

……

"Wow, this is the Imperial Palace, this is too big."

Qiu Ping stood on the ferry where the thirteen Cao rivers converged, looking up at the almost boundless city wall in the distance.

In the endless flat wilderness, a city of brick and stone rose from the ground.

The four fields are all fertile plains, and there are almost no natural dangers to defend.

According to legend, it was a rule set by the Taizu of this dynasty when he founded the country, ordering that the sons of heaven in all dynasties were not allowed to move the capital, and if they were all beaten to the imperial capital by the enemy, the dynasty should also die.

In this way, it also created a great Qian Dynasty from top to bottom martial arts is quite abundant, and most of the sons of heaven have a strong enterprising heart.

"What's that?"

Qiu Ping and Gu Xiaowan were preparing for the process, but they suddenly saw several huge six-masted and three-story ships coming down the river in a Cao River connecting to the north.

There were many people with armor on the ship standing solemnly, although they were far away, but the evil spirit came to their faces.

Qiu Ping had been to the Northland and knew that although the human dynasty lacked high-end combat power, the strength of the middle and low-level was not bad, and they used the divine weapon method of Shinto to smelt a new martial arts method, known as [Bingwu].

Although they can't live a long life, they can't fly to the sky, but those who are strong can also have the level of the original body, and some can even break through the realm of martial saints, comparable to the immortals of the sect or the ancestral gods of the demon clan.

These martial arts cultivators are like meteors crossing the sky, in just a few decades, they can cultivate a terrifying strength, if it weren't for their lack of stamina, I'm afraid they would have been tolerated by the heavenly realm long ago.

Several large ships came to a halt at the pier, and a group of soldiers set up the planks and drove a large number of ragged, stinking young men and some women off the boat.

This movement also attracted many people in the vicinity to watch, and when they saw these people, everyone cheered.

Qiu Ping listened to it for a while, but he knew where these people came from.

It turned out that these were all captives of the Northland, and since the previous year, the imperial court has used troops to the north to win victories, expanding thousands of miles of territory and destroying hundreds of large and small tribes.

The ordinary old and weak captives remained in the Northlands and were managed by the officials sent to the Northlands, while these young men and women were all sent to the Imperial Capital.

The men were scattered and sent to be slaves, and the women were sold to the homes of dignitaries and dignitaries to be made as a rare plaything.

"Actually, they just send it to plough the fields, and in a few decades, there will be no difference from us."

Qiu Ping shook his head on the side.

For the gods, whether it is the Daqian Dynasty or these Hu people who can be assimilated, they are all tools that can provide them with incense.

But for the common people and officials on both sides, they are a blood feud that has lasted for thousands of years.

If either side fails, it will face such a fate. At the end of the previous dynasty, the Central Plains was in turmoil, and the Hu people in the north rushed into the Central Plains under the leadership of the Khan, kidnapped hundreds of thousands of people, and slaughtered countless people.

It was also thanks to the fact that the troubled times did not last long, and Daqian Taizu quickly calmed down the turmoil and strictly defended the northern land, so he did not give the northern land a chance to go further.

"Let's go into the city, there's something nice about it, but that young general is quite heroic." Gu Xiaowan dragged Qiu Ping out of the crowd.

"Let's go, let's go into town!"

Qiu Ping felt that he was also full of food, thinking about what he was doing with it, he came to enjoy the world of flowers.

On the walls of the imperial capital, there must be more than 300 large and small portals, after all, this is a giant city covering an area of thousands of miles, with a population of tens of millions, which is unimaginable in the feudal era of his previous life.

However, the city wall is not high, only about eight zhang, not to mention guarding against immortals, even if it is a [soldier] master, he can also jump in.

Of course, the little loaches did not dare to fly in without permission.

He saw a large number of formations on the city, and rushed in, I am afraid that the end will not be too good.

This is not only the base camp of the human dynasty, but also the base camp of Shinto.

Qiu Ping and Gu Xiaowan had to be honest, Qiu Ping became a seven or eight-year-old boy, with a small black face, a wide head, and the flesh on his lips was put away by him, although his face was ordinary, his eyes were rolling slightly, and he was a little cunning in it.

And Gu Xiaowan transformed...... Gu Xiaowan doesn't need to transform, she is already a human being, as long as she reins in the divine light on her body. Otherwise, with the cultivation of her original body, she has ice muscles and jade bones, and there is a shining brilliance around her body, as if she is like a goddess.

The two honestly lined up with the public in front of the small door, but they didn't have any complaints and dissatisfaction, and kept chattering.

After all, it's a rare experience for them.

"Why can they go through the gate?"

Just as they were lining up from the side gate, they saw the [Shenwu Gate] on one side wide open, and the many soldiers they had seen on the big ship before surrounded a young general, pulling thousands of prisoners, swaggering towards the city, the gate was much wider than the small gate crowded by their group.

"Shhh

"You girl doll don't want to die, that's the champion Lord Hou, how can you be allowed to finger randomly?"

Seeing Gu Xiaowan pointing at the group of soldiers, an old man next to him hurriedly stopped him.

"You don't understand this, this is called class, people are powerful, and now you are just a fart people, can you still be the same?" Qiu Ping smiled, but he didn't feel strange at all.

"The next time he's out of town, we'll find a place to beat him up and give him a taste of the fists of the butts." Gu Xiaowan pursed her lips, what is there to be like about these mortals, when it comes to strength, it is several martial arts masters of the same level together, and she can also beat them to the point of crying father and mother.

"It makes sense, I have already said that the people are the masters of the world, and if I were in charge of Shinto, I would reduce all these powerful people to ordinary people, and the gods would directly connect with the people, and not make a difference for the middlemen."

The little loach also followed Hu's grinning.

And the dissuaded old man could listen to the conversation between the two, and he could still listen to it half-understood in the front, but in the back he seemed to be listening to the two people talking crazy.

"It's a pity that they turned out to be two crazy people."

The old man shook his head, took his burden and left.

And Gu Xiaowan laughed on the side, and the resentment that had just risen in her heart dissipated.

The inspection speed of the team at this side gate is very fast, and there is no need to pay a fee, as long as you see that you are not carrying weapons and fire oil, you will be allowed to go directly.

"Dijing, I'm here!"

Gu Xiaowan happily rushed in, entered the door, and turned a little, it was a wide trunk road that could accommodate more than a dozen carriages in parallel, and there were people and horses coming and going on the road, and the air was filled with a strong smell of sweat and the smell of cow and horse feces.

On both sides are dense shops, one next to the other, with almost no gaps.

The shops that sell ready-to-wear, buy food, and have grain, rice, oil and sauce are more chaotic and dirty than the scenes Qiu Ping saw in the TV series in his previous life, but they are more lively.

Originally, even in modern township fairs are not so clean, and it is even more difficult to achieve such conditions in ancient times.

The little loach looked at the steamed bun shop next to it, the big steamed bun that had just come out of the cage was steaming, and some fat was dripping out of it, and it looked very appetizing.

"Don't look at it, this one doesn't taste good at first glance, I'll take you to the big restaurant, I have money!"

Gu Xiaowan pulled the little loach away, we are here to experience the prosperity of the world, not to eat these rough and simple food.

"Hey, what are you talking about, who doesn't know that my Bao's buns are the best on this street." The shopkeeper who came out with the steamer was not happy, how could this girl talk.

But the little loach is like being welded to the ground, and it refuses to leave.

"Okay, okay, shopkeeper, I want this cage of buns."

Gu Xiaowan also took Qiu Ping out of the way, directly took out a gold ingot, slapped it on the table, and then even took the steamer away.

"Hey, I'm not going to be in your business today......"

The shopkeeper wanted to stick to his pride in his buns, but when he saw clearly the gold ingots that were estimated to have ten taels, he swallowed the second half of the sentence directly, and put the gold in his sleeve with lightning speed.

No amount of pride is as lovely as gold.

The little loach was holding a steamer nearly twice as wide as the others, holding it with one hand and nibbling on a large meat bag with the other.

The shopkeeper really didn't lie, he was willing to put meat in this bun, the half-fat and half-lean pork was beaten finely, and the fat was heated and turned into soup, and a mouthful of oil flowed down.

However, Gu Xiaowan is a cultivator of the Xianmen, she is not interested in this kind of meat, but she surprisingly likes to eat sugar gourds.

She used a piece of gold, bought a stack of sugar gourds from the uncle on the side, and carried it like this, eating it as she walked.

The painting style of the two, even in the extremely inclusive imperial capital, is very explosive.

Many people looked at them sideways, and of course, among the many scrutinizing eyes, there were also some malicious looks.

After all, when these two people were generous, they still looked ignorant of the world, this is not a big fat sheep sent to the door.

For a while, the surrounding vendors surrounded and took the initiative to sell all kinds of things.

But Qiu Ping and Gu Xiaowan are not interested in anything other than eating.

(End of chapter)