It turned out that this was the idea...

The aura has just recovered, and at this stage, let your spells be weird, inherit the ancient, and a chaotic arrow will die.

The collapse of the Great Liang Dynasty is the opportunity for the rise of the sect, and it controls a place and has a complete inheritance, so it absorbs various resources to grow......

Also, these sects can accurately predict celestial phenomena,

Is there really an immortal behind it?

Zhang Biao suppressed his curiosity and continued to monitor.

The one-eyed man who spoke, he also recognized, was named Wei Tianci, like Gu Qiu, he was a well-known master in the rivers and lakes, and he was also the president of the incense club.

The name of its incense meeting is called the Heavenly King Society.

Originally, he worked for the temple, urged the repayment of the loan of the incense kitchen, and helped the people to tattoo the statue of the king of Shamen behind their backs, and later hooked up with the nobles of the court and gradually grew.

In Beijing, the power is second only to the Yichonghui.

"The girder is running out..."

Li Sangu, the leader of the Juemen, glanced at it with a squint, covered his mouth with a handkerchief and said with a smile: "President Wei, when you say this, aren't you afraid that the one behind you will be angry?" ”

Wei Tianci raised his eyebrows, revealing a sneer that was neither yin nor yang, "The world is big, and the meal is the biggest." ”

"If the dense fog comes for several years, and there are countless grain particles, don't care if this Great Liang Dynasty still exists, just a group of brothers can swallow me alive!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent.

The old man in the Confucian robe hesitated for a moment, "This matter, after all, has not been confirmed......

"It doesn't matter if it's true or not!"

The Chang Gung Daoist on the first seat finally spoke, and he sighed slightly, "This Liang Dynasty is a handful of dry firewood, and it is said that the current saint is old and mediocre, and he is becoming more and more brutal, but if it weren't for his bullet pressure, the court would have been fighting endlessly." ”

"Now that the fire has started, it will be difficult to extinguish it, those wealthy families have begun to stock up on grain, and all grain shops have not opened this morning, if it weren't for the autumn stove festival, it would have already caused chaos."

"The people here are all leaders of the gang in the capital, and a group of brothers who are eating under their hands, if they don't want to come up with a way to deal with it, no one should think about it."

"At least, don't hurt the peace..."

With that, he picked up the teacup and skimmed the foam.

The eyes of the crowd also became strange.

Wei Tianci, the president of the Heavenly King Society, looked around, and suddenly spoke: "What Chang Gung's predecessors said is reasonable, Wei Mou's ugly words are ahead, the Heavenly King Association has no intention of expanding, but you don't want to cross the line......

As soon as he made it clear, everyone also spoke.

Zhang Biao listened to it for a while, and suddenly felt bored.

The prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river, the imperial court, wealthy families from all walks of life, and dignitaries began to prepare, and these people in the rivers and lakes naturally felt the chill.

They are different from those gate sects that dominate the states, rooted in the capital of Yujing, and it is difficult to leave.

And behind each is not simple, they are wary of each other, and it is determined that they cannot unite.

Make an agreement in advance, don't fight to the death, and do your best to deal with the great changes in the future, which is the purpose of this banquet.

They survive under the noses of the imperial court, and at any time, they live more nourishingly than ordinary people.

And Zhang Biao also fell into deep thought.

He always felt that things would not go this way.

It's very simple, since those sects want to take advantage of the fog to rise and control one side, they will definitely not let the people starve to death......

Grain!

Zhang Biao's mind flashed with inspiration.

Those sects already knew that a mist would come, and if they had a secret method to continue growing food, it would be easy to control a place!

This is quite possible.

In the dialogue of Tu Lingzi in "The Legend of the Wandering Immortals", it is occasionally mentioned that there is a secret technique of spiritual plants in the inner door, which is specially used to cultivate various elixirs.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao's mind suddenly brightened.

Right now, it's a battle for luck.

If the Great Liang can condense the last luck of the dynasty and stick to one place before the fog falls, then it may be able to continue in the future.

If it can't succeed, it will be the rise of the sect and a repetition of the ancient pattern!

As for himself, how to choose in the face of this rolling torrent, Zhang Biao has no idea.

Very simple

Only those with strength have a choice.

He doesn't have the ability to choose yet.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao manipulated the moon shadow to leave the main hall and go to the various wings of the Changchun Guanapse to search.

Cui Lao Dao is not in the main hall.

Now that the sect has been exposed, the rare old medicine that can replace the elixir will inevitably be even more scarce.

Take advantage of the opportunity to collect more.

Sure enough, in a small courtyard room at the back, he found Cui Laodao.

At this moment, Cui Laodao is meeting guests.

The person who came was a Confucian in Tsing Yi, wearing a jade belt at his waist, talking elegantly, and having an extraordinary bearing.

Outside the door, there were two more people waiting.

This old way is busy...

Zhang Biao laughed secretly in his heart, and manipulated the moon shadow to hide under the flower pot in front of the window and eavesdrop.

I saw the Confucian student inside smile and said: "King Yue held a garden poetry meeting in Fanglin Garden today, I really hope to see the Tai Sui Immortal Master, I don't know if there is a communication?" ”

Cui Lao Dao said with a distressed face: "It's not a secret, the Tai Sui Immortal Master is not interested in the court, and the emperor doesn't bother to pay attention to the list of summoning talents, and Lao Dao can't help it." ”

"I see."

A trace of disappointment flashed in the Confucian student's eyes, but he still did not give up and said: "I also ask the Taoist chief to pass the word on my behalf, the medicinal materials that the Tai Sui Immortal Master wants are not scarce in the palace." ”

"Good!"

Cui Lao Dao hurriedly got up and said respectfully: "Lao Dao must have passed on the word." ”

After Confucianism left, another man who looked like a wealthy merchant entered the door, still saying the same thing, but behind him, it represented the official department Shangshu and the Huaizhou Chamber of Commerce.

When Zhang Biao heard this, he shook his head slightly.

Sure enough, after the news was leaked, all the forces in the court were ready to move, gather talents, and take the lead.

Their conditions are tempting.

But Zhang Biao knew that most of the real purpose of these people was to inherit it by himself, and once he turned his face, he was not sure that he would escape from the encirclement of a group of masters.

At this moment, the last person also offered a prayer.

This is an old man who looks like a housekeeper, and his face is full of eagerness and trembling: "My young master can't hold it anymore, and I ask the Tai Sui Immortal Master to take action, and I am willing to give all the medicinal materials in the warehouse." ”

After that, I told the story of the house.

Cui Lao Dao said helplessly: "I want the immortal master to take action, which one to help first, Lao Dao can't be the master." ”

"Cui Daochang helps..."

The housekeeper hurriedly stepped forward, took out a few ingots of silver, and stuffed them into Cui Laodao's arms.

"Oh, what is this for?"

"That's it, the old way will say good things..."

Cui Laodao sighed, but the movements in his hands were not slow at all, and he put away the silver.

After the housekeeper left, Cui Laodao smiled, took out large and small silver ingots from his arms, shook his head and said: "I am a free immortal in this world, and I am dyed with red dust and cross all living beings......

Zhang Biao shook his head speechlessly.

This old way, living a much more chic life than him.

But he didn't bother to care, Cui Laodao ran errands for him, dealt with the nuisance of various forces, and should get some benefits.

It was the butler who said it just now, which made him interested.

Meow!

A cat meow interrupted Cui Laodao to count the money.

He looked at the black cat that appeared out of thin air, and originally wanted to drive it away, but suddenly remembered Zhang Biao's last explanation, and said carefully: "But the immortal master has come?" ”

Naturally, Moon Shadow didn't speak, but just stretched out her cat's paw and pressed it on top of the housekeeper's name......

……

In the Changchun view, people from the rivers and lakes gather.

Gang leaders, with years of experience, are at loggerheads with each other, joining forces and dividing territory to cope with the uncertainty of the future......

It's not just them who are busy.

Southwest of Yujing City, Fanglin Garden.

It was originally a loess mountain, producing good brick soil, when building the Yujing City, it was forced to dig out hundreds of acres of deep pits, and then introduced into the Surabaya Canal, turned into a lake, and built as a royal garden.

At this moment, the yellow leaves on both sides of the strait are slow, the autumn water is a color of the sky, and the attic pavilion is hidden in the dense forest, which has a unique scene.

"Autumn is good, but it's easy to part..."

In the small pavilion of the dense forest, King Yue looked at the lake in the distance and couldn't help but sigh.

He is slightly chubby, and he is quite famous among many princes, and was once considered a candidate for the prince, but until he was close to his age, his temples were gray, but he was still a prince.

"Your Highness said this."

A Confucian student stood up and said with a smile: "My Liang is rich in all directions, and it is the heyday of His Royal Highness, and His Royal Highness is also known to everyone......

He said a lot, nothing more than sycophants, but he didn't dare to say it too explicitly.

Others also nodded, and some even made drunken appearances on the spot and recited poems.

Wang Guanshan and his brother-in-law Zhou Xun sat at the end of the seat, their eyes were eager, but the poems hidden in their arms had no chance to take them out.

King Yue looked at all this with a smile, but looked into the distance from time to time, his eyes full of anxiety.

At this moment, a man in white came and whispered beside him: "Your Highness, the people of Xuanduguan have found it, and the other party has promised that after the winter, they will send someone to meet him..."

King Yue's eyes were full of surprise, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief, raised his glass and said, "Everyone, let's drink this cup to the full!" ”

……

Near the Imperial City, an exquisite annex.

"Mr. Bai, please come here."

Luan Moyan, the head of internal affairs, smiled and led the way ahead, "This courtyard used to be Princess Weiyang's courtyard, it is very elegant and quiet, and it is suitable for Mr. to live, and the emperor personally gave it to him." ”

Behind him, the warlock Bai Yan raised his eyebrows, and said meaningfully: "In the Yuzhen Mansion, other people don't have this kind of treatment, how can the villain be so valued by the emperor." ”

"Hey......"

Luan Moyan sighed, a few tears squeezed out of his eyes, "The emperor has every opportunity, and he has broken his heart for the people of this big beam, and now that he is old and his body is not as good as before, Mr. can not only alchemy, but can he have a good medicine for prolonging life?" ”

Bai Yan looked suddenly enlightened, and then sighed: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are determined by the way of heaven, how can there be an immortal medicine in the world." ”

Luan Moyan listened and was immediately disappointed.

A hint of mockery flashed in Bai Yan's eyes, pretending to hesitate, and said, "But to prolong life, there is indeed a recipe for ......"

As he spoke, he shook his head again and said, "It's not proper, this matter is detrimental to Yin Virtue." ”

Luan Moyan was anxious, "Please also ask Mr. to speak clearly." ”

Bai Yan pretended to be helpless, and then sighed: "In my family's Dan Method, there is a kind of Heaven Winning Pill, which is to take away the child's Yuanyang and make up for the loss of the day after tomorrow. ”

"But this method hurts the peace of the heavens, if it leaks out, I am afraid that it will damage the reputation of the emperor......"