Marriage.

Recently, King Wu has been strong, and even the crown prince has been overpowered.

The wind direction in Luojing changed abruptly, and Yuwang's Mansion was much deserted.

According to the plan of the strategist Qian Yanci, King Yu finally chose to marry Shenjian Villa.

It's very simple, Gongsun Jiu, the owner of Shenjian Mountain Villa, broke the law with a sword and slashed all immortal cultivators.

Such a martial arts cultivation, coupled with the strength of the Divine Sword Villa itself, if it is a marriage, it will definitely be able to help the Yu Palace.

Under some planning, the owner of Shenjian Mountain Villa has promised to marry his granddaughter Gongsun Xuexia to Zhao Ji, the son of Yuwangfu.

This matter, King Yu has reported to the emperor today.

From beginning to end, no one asked Zhao Ji what he meant.

"Then you don't want to get married?" Zhang Li asked.

Zhao Ji shook his head, took a sip of wine, and said in a low voice: "Born in the family of the imperial family, I already knew that these things were not up to me. ”

is self-aware, not the kind of arrogant royal family who are arrogant and don't know the height of the sky.

"Then you are dissatisfied with the future princess?" Zhang Li spoke up again.

Zhao Ji was stunned for a moment, his face flashed dazed, and then he shook his head: "The little princess of Shenjian Villa, her family background and appearance are superb, and I, Zhao Ji, am already Gao Pan." ”

"Then what are you worried about?" Zhang Li said with a chuckle.

Zhao Ji opened his mouth.

What is he worried about?

He thought that he had a good relationship with Mr. Jingyuanguan Zhongzhang and could get the attention of his father.

He thought that he had participated in the whole process of demon hunting, and he would be able to take charge of it on his own.

He felt that he could share his worries for his father, His Majesty, and Zhao Guo.

He thought ......

It turned out that he was just a dispensable pawn.

No one cared how he felt.

"Sir, if you become an immortal cultivator like you, you will be able to have no troubles and be transcendent, right?" Zhao Ji, who was full of drunkenness, turned his head and looked at Zhang Li standing on the stone steps.

No worries, transcendent?

That's not an immortal cultivator.

That is, stone.

"Shizi is drunk."

"Send him back."

Zhang Li spoke softly.

The disciple on duty at the door hurriedly walked in.

In front of them, Zhao Ji was already drunk and drowsy, unable to distinguish between north and south.

The wine spilled on the stone steps reveals a rich aroma.

Zhang Li shook his head and walked into the quiet room, where a golden light curtain rose from the array.

Today, all kinds of information are intertwined, but he is more and more quiet.

At this time, the true essence in the meridians is like flowing water.

Success will come when conditions are ripe..

If it weren't for his cultivation to break through to the sixth layer of qi training, he would have thought that he would be able to directly impact the late stage of qi training, the seventh-layer realm.

It's better to be steady.

Books are placed in front of you.

He began to choose slowly.

The cultivation of the Pure Yuan Condensation True Technique can make his cultivation more vigorous.

If you don't want to rush to improve your cultivation and cause your foundation to be unstable, it's time to cultivate the true technique.

In the small courtyard, it was calm.

……

Prince's Mansion.

Above the main hall, there are many fewer lights, and it looks extremely dark.

The face of the prince sitting on the top looked a little hideous in the dim light.

"Father and Emperor will eventually give up this prince."

Clenched his fists, hatred flashed in the prince's eyes.

No one knows what kind of humiliation he suffered in the Imperial City.

As the crown prince, he knelt on the cold stone steps for five hours, only to say "You will be grounded in the mansion in the future".

There is no reason, no angry questioning.

Father, the emperor, has already given up on him.

"Elder Ding, starting tomorrow, let all the people of the Immortal Slaying Alliance go out."

"Bai Jinyuan, tell those people in the Demon Slaying Alliance, as long as you can kill the demons, you will have a thousand taels of silver a day."

Clenched his fists, the prince gritted his teeth and roared: "I will destroy that demon in front of Zhao Cheng and send it to Jingyuanguan with gongs and drums!" ”

"Let everyone see, it's not just him Zhao Cheng who can destroy demons."

……

Imperial.

Offering Hall.

Zhao Yushan, who had an indifferent face, walked opposite Zhao Jingtang, the emperor of the imperial palace.

"Uncle Jade Handle, is Dongfang Mirror really cultivating the Demon Law?"

Zhao Jingtang's face was extremely ugly.

Today, he was not only angry about the prince's affairs, but he was more worried about the secret music from Wang Qingyang, the master of Jingyuan Guanguan.

Wang Qingyang entered the imperial city alone and told the minister of state, Dongfang Mirror, that he might have cultivated the demon law.

In Luojing City, there are endless traces of demons, and it is very likely to be related to the Oriental Mirror.

Who is Oriental Mirror?

Zhao is a century-old prime minister, a great master.

Zhao Guo's court is a major event, and the Oriental Mirror is decided.

Even in recent decades, Dongfang Mirror has been less concerned about the affairs of the DPRK and China, and is dedicated to studying at Luojing Academy, but the world knows that Dongfang Mirror is the prime minister of Zhao Guoguo.

If Dongfang Mirror cultivates the demon law, for the Zhao State court, it will be tantamount to the sky falling.

"Although I don't want to believe it, judging from the information that Wang Qingyang has in Jingyuanguan, it is true." Zhao Yushan spoke softly.

The emperor's face was pale, as if he had suddenly aged ten years.

The prime minister of the country cultivates the demon law, and the meeting of the immortals falls.

The world's strongest people gather in Luojing, and the entire Luojing is afraid that it will be broken.

The other four countries could not let go of Zhao.

"Uncle clan, can you, slowly?" Zhao Jingtang took a deep breath and looked at Zhao Yushan.

"How do you want to slow down?"

"When?"

Zhao Yushan raised his head, and there was endless depth in the depths of his eyes.

"Wait for the city to calm Yongzhou."

"Today, the third Zhao Chong came to talk about marrying Shenjian Villa, I understand his thoughts."

"That's the way to do it."

"Imperial marriage," Zhao Jingtang lowered his head and lowered his voice, "The relationship between Ciyu and Helian Jishu can be used, and the descendants of other royal families can also be used." ”

"As long as I can," a trace of decadence flashed on Zhao Jingtang's face, "as long as I wait for that day, I can save my Zhao family's ......."

Zhao Yushan nodded.

He picked up the steaming teacup in front of him and said softly, "Then let's start spring next year." ”

"I'll talk about it when the people from the Hanging Temple and the Demon Suppression Division come."

"But how to make Jing Yuanguan temporarily dormant is a matter of opinion."

Zhao Yushan's face showed a hint of relaxation and looked out of the main hall.

"Jing Yuanguan is also afraid that he will not be able to suppress the demon and evil spirit, and eventually ruin the inheritance......"

……

After one night of practice, Zhang Li's cultivation has improved again, and his swordsmanship and body refining techniques have been improved.

Before he knew it, he had been able to condense a trace of sword.

It's a pity that it's still not skilled enough, and the sword comes and goes.

The practice of swordsmanship is really a step by step, accumulating step by step.

Walking out of the small courtyard, the disciple on duty at the door quietly gave two paper rolls.

Zhang Li chuckled and handed out two jade bottles.

"Zhuozhi, Zhuolin, I remember."

"These two pills will allow you to step directly into the late stage of Qi Feeling."

Walking slowly in the direction of the Demon Suppression Tower, Zhang Li unfolded the paper scroll in his hand.

One is the message from outside Luojing City and other places yesterday compiled by Qingxun.

One was sent by Yuanwutang, and Luojing City was a night change.

This night, the emperor of Zhao was in turmoil in Luojing.

The crown prince Zhao Qian was grounded because of his private martial arts.

Among Luojing, dozens of court officials were implicated because of the crown prince.

Yu Linwei arrested hundreds of Jianghu warriors, and the prison of Jingzhao Mansion was overcrowded.

On this night, nearly 100 masters of the rivers and lakes died, and they were suspected of being killed.

At least three of the gang's principals disappeared without a trace, leaving Luojing in chaos.

Yuanwutang escaped because of the strong man in Jingyuanguan.

Clear-eyed people know that the prince loses power, and the battle for the heir will arise.

But now Luo Jing, the only one who can have a chance is only one person.

Martial King Zhao Cheng.

The emperor has already paved all the roads for King Wu, just waiting for King Wu to pacify Yongzhou.

Compared with these major events of life and death, the matter of the prince of Yuwangfu's drunken overnight stay in Yuncaifang is just a trivial matter that few people care about.

"Meet Uncle Shizu." In front of the Demon Suppression Tower, the disciples on duty bowed down and saluted.

"Your name is Aoki, right?"

"The Demon Suppression Tower should be guarded carefully."

Handing a talisman with some defensive power to the disciple who bowed excitedly, Zhang Li instructed softly.

Striding into the Demon Tower, the note in his palm spontaneously combusted without wind and turned into ashes.

"Yuanhe meets Uncle Shi." The voice of Yuan He Daoren sounded, extremely respectful.

Outside the Demon Suppression Tower, Aoki, who was holding the warm paper talisman, finally understood why his uncle was so respectful to his uncle.