"Dazhen-kun has arrived!!"

Everyone got up, and the old man put away his smile and stood up with everyone respectfully.

For Zhenjun, he respects Zhenjun more than anyone else, as long as he understands history, he knows how many benefits Zhenjun has bringed.

The old man's name is Liu Siyuan, and his origin is also very simple, he is the descendant of Liu Song, one of the seven immortals of the Qinling Mountains, and the young man he brought when he went down the mountain to Youxian was Liu Song.

Soon, a white-clothed Taoist priest walked in the crowd.

His eyes were as deep as the stars, his skin was as clean as white jade, and his hair was like a black waterfall, which was tied up with a red rope at will and draped behind him.

Behind him were Yun Wuya, Li Congwu, Gu Mingyue, Bai Yang and other heads.

"See Dazhen-kun!"

All the people bowed down in unison.

There is no need for any words and miracles, everyone standing behind Xu Xuan is proof.

The Eighth Emperor suddenly found that Xu Xuan was followed by the two who beat him, and his father Li Congwu's face was ugly, and for a while, he had a bad premonition.

Xu Xuan met Zhang Yanran and Lin Qingfeng on the way down the mountain, and they gave him a piece of paper with the words "The chaos of today's wealthy clans" was written.

For example, the Eighth Prince, on the surface, the Eighth Prince seems to be just a fun-loving gentleman, at least in Li Congwu's eyes, but he has killed many people in private, such as throwing the annoying Shizi into the water, causing him to die of wind and cold.

Whoever he likes wants something, otherwise he will arrange his subordinates to force him, as for the dead or not, he has never paid attention to it, and has always only wanted the result.

Xu Xuan's voice was low, and it only reached the ears of everyone around him.

"It's time for you to set an example, if you hadn't learned the reason for your battle with Yun Wuya a few days ago, you would have died."

Li Congwu is still saved, judging from his performance in the past few days, he just neglected to teach, if he deliberately let it go, or think that this is not a matter in his heart, then the emperor will at least have to change it.

Xu Xuan's voice was calm, and everyone only noticed a chill hitting their hearts.

"Disciple listens to orders!"

Instead of feeling humiliated, Li Congwu breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, I know that this is my last chance.

The strong have never needed to be tactful, now it is an ultimatum, if it is not done well, then the sky will fall apart.

Everyone walked into it, and the sages stood up to greet each other, welcoming the ancestor of martial arts and the god of Taoism.

The men are well-dressed, and the women are beautiful and moving.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Xu Xuan, like a mythical elixir, and everyone wanted to get a little light.

The gentlemen are profligate, but they are not stupid, they also admire Xu Xuan very much, but they are standing in their own perspective, taking themselves as the center, and replacing Kou Zhen and Lu Jing back then.

Kou Zhen and Lu Jing were just lost dogs back then, and it was because of Xu Xuan's favor that he had such a status.

Now they have excellent talents and a high starting point, so there is no reason not to choose.

All of a sudden, it was very lively.

It's a pity that they were slapped in the face in the next second.

Gradually, they sensed that something was wrong, why didn't Zhenjun call them up?

Everyone knelt for a long time, Zhenjun didn't say a word, everyone subconsciously raised their heads, only to see Li Congwu's face showing an angry face, and ordered the soldiers around him: "Arrest all of them for me and put them in prison!" ”

"Yes!"

The emperor's order did not dare to disobey, the guards directly moved, and at this moment, no one dared to resist.

All the people present at the banquet were arrested, but not all of them were killed, Li Congwu knew that there were good and bad, but now the situation is different, and he doesn't bother to distinguish it, he will arrest it first and then distinguish it.

Some people begged for mercy, some people looked like ashes, and some people didn't react until now.

"Father!! Wronged, these two sluts must have framed me! The Eighth Prince kicked away the two guards, as if he had thought of something, he pointed at Zhang Yanran and the others and cursed.

"Rebel!" Li Congwu flashed forward and stunned the eighth prince.

It's not that it's reluctant, but that the canonical punishment is not clear, and it is not enough to give the victim a rest.

Liu Siyuan smiled happily, as expected, as long as Zhenjun returns, these chaos will definitely subside.

The young men now probably know that they are wrong or wrong, they just know that they are going to die.

"Zhenjun, can you keep this person." Zhang Yanran pointed at Liu Siyan and said.

"Yes."

Xu Xuan understood that this was the person who reported it.

Soon, the guards let go of it, and the old man stepped forward to meet Xu Xuan Zhenjun and explain his intention.

"Well, after it turned out to be an old man, let's talk about it later."

Xu Xuan stood aside, and the heads of the houses beside him looked embarrassed, there were their proud disciples and beloved sisters-in-law.

How did it become like this all of a sudden?

Of course, in addition to those with ugly faces, there are also people with calm expressions, such as Haiquan, the head of the Heavenly Doctor Dao, if you talk about which sect has the best reputation in the world, it is undoubtedly the Heavenly Doctor Dao.

He does have selfish intentions to let his disciple show his face in front of Zhenjun, but he still understands what his disciple's style is.

"Zhenjun, have you misunderstood, dogs are not harmless." The head of Shenxiao Dao said.

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist, I have my own arrangements, if Ling Lang is not guilty, he will naturally be released and returned home." Without waiting for Xu Xuan to answer, Li Congwu said.

Yun Wuya and Gu Mingyue didn't bring anyone here, so they naturally watched all this happily.

Their thoughts are the same as Xu Xuan's.

"Phew! What a fairy, pretending to be a ghost, don't let Lao Tzu go soon!! At this time, a person was escorted to Xu Xuan's side and spat on it, struggling and cursing.

Spit was blown in the man's face by a gust of wind.

Bang!

The guard elbowed him so much that he was bleeding from the head, and he fainted.

Li Congwu's face became more and more ugly.

This person's spit is worth at least three clans.

A storm swept through the capital, spreading all walks of life, and the first to bear the brunt was the Praetorian Guard, who the emperor personally led to capture the prisoners.

On the other side, Yun Wuya also went back to rectify the Daomen, the situation on the Daomen side is fine, after all, he is such an old-fashioned stall, but it is a good thing to check it after all, and if there is none, it will be encouraged.

At the same time, he dispatched troops and sent generals to the other three sects to ask for divine soldiers.

The climax of the storm was the moment when the Eight Princes were sentenced to beheading, which was the first time in history that the emperor's determination was announced to the world.

The heads are rolling down, and the law and order in Chang'an are better.

As for these disturbances, it's none of Xu Xuan's business.

To a certain extent, he passed the realm of killing people personally, and when he gave an order, the blood flowed for thousands of miles, and countless people died.

The killings were carried out continuously for half a year.

Within half a year, the Wulin rivers and lakes were purged again, and all the encroached industries were returned, especially important industries such as railways and minerals, and the government set up another agency to manage them.

Zhang Yanran held the pale bone sword and absorbed a lot of internal force for Xu Xuan, of course, Xu Xuan could not look down on him from the congenital level.

The Baixiao Pavilion ranking changes three times a day.

The three divine weapons also arrived in Xu Xuan's hands, and this time out of the mountain, the internal force absorbed a total of 2,500 years, and at least ten immortal pills could be refined.

At night, the stars and the moon are over.

Lishan and the Yin soldiers patrolled at the foot, and the mythical Yin soldiers reappeared, which reminded the people who came to see them the name of the mythical ghost and summoning the gods.

In recent days, there have even been Yin soldiers in Chang'an City, and the name of Zhenjun has spread all over the country, and ancient myths have come to reality again.

Inside the grass house.

"The world is finally at peace." Li Congwu and Yun Wuya sighed.

Xu Xuan didn't think so, and when it reappeared in a hundred years, it was estimated that he would be able to kill a batch.

At this time, he was observing a stone mural, which was obtained from Shu and had been hidden in the homes of immortal seekers.

The mural has a few brushstrokes, outlining the hidden things of antiquity.

At the top of the mural is a radiant sun, surrounded by several stars, nine in all, with intricate patterns carved next to them, which are at least thousands of years old.

Xu Xuan found the rule, it seems to be a formula for calculating the nine stars in a row, and the twisted strokes seem to be a kind of hieroglyphs and numbers, which are blurred in some places, showing that the author's mood is a little wrong.

It is somewhat similar to the text of the feather people back then.

Xu Xuan forgot to sleep and eat, immersed in it and checked it for three days and three nights.

Finally deciphered.

"Nine stars in a row, just one hundred and two years later."

(End of chapter)