"Hey, sure enough, in this Heavenly Sword Mountain Range, the thousand-year-old snow lotus is not very competitive!"

Looking at Jian Xinchen, who failed to offer the treasure and hung his head in frustration, Jian Qingmei couldn't help but ask after all: "Senior Brother Xinchen, what the hell is going on?"

"This young man's theological attainments are very good, far better than those of us old fellows. Jian Xinchen adjusted his mood and regained his gentle expression, "I am young, and I don't know how to cultivate it, it's really terrifying!"

"Is this true?" Jian Qingmei's face showed incredulity, "But he is not from the Holy Land, even if he has studied the ancient divine texts, how can he outperform everyone present?"

"Isn't this kid from the Holy Land?" Jian Xinchen was stunned when he heard this, and suddenly thought of something, "Then can we take him under the door?" This is definitely a treasure!"

"This ...... I'm afraid it won't work. Jian Qingmei said with a wry smile.

I'm afraid that no one in the entire Heavenly Sword Villa has this qualification.

She added secretly in her heart.

"Wouldn't it work? Jian Xinchen sighed and said, "In my opinion, his theological attainments are by no means inferior to Mr. Zhuge Qingjiang, the first theological scholar in the world. ”

At this time, an elder walked out of the crowd in a hurry, holding a book in his hand and walking away, obviously just getting a great benefit from Zhong Wen's interpretation.

After this person left, the surrounding Holy Land elders swarmed up again, offering all kinds of tempting conditions in an attempt to impress Zhong Wen.

In the crowd, Elder Jian Canglan had a tangled look on his face, wanting to join in, but he couldn't pull his face.

Is this what it's like to be an idol?

Zhong Wen was surrounded by a group of elders, the stars were holding the moon, and he was a little fluttering, when someone suddenly whispered in his ear: "Noisy and noisy, what kind of system!"

A white figure appeared in the center of the crowd at some point, only a few feet away from Zhong Wen.

White hair, white clothes, goatee.

"See the saints!"

The moment he saw this figure, the eighth floor of the originally noisy and chaotic Scripture Pavilion suddenly fell silent, and then a group of elders saluted the people in white.

"I've seen a saint. ”

No matter how much he swelled, in the face of the Heavenly Sword Saint, Zhong Wen was still extremely respectful.

After all, this is a terrifying existence that can point him to death with a finger.

"It's all gone. The Heavenly Sword Saint said lightly.

The people around him did not dare to disobey the sage's will, although they were extremely reluctant, but they could only obediently withdraw from the eighth floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Originally, I thought that at your young age, you could fight on par with Xingluo, and you were already a peerless genius that you would not meet in ten thousand years. When everyone dispersed, the Heavenly Sword Saint looked Zhong Wen up and down with a pair of bright eyes, "But unexpectedly, I still far underestimated your ability." ”

The saint praised it. Zhong Wen suddenly realized that he seemed to be too ostentatious, and he exposed too many hole cards in front of the Heavenly Sword Saint whose strength was far superior to him.

He's not going to arrest me as a full-time translator, is he?

Why should I be so low-key that he doesn't smell good?

At the thought of spending the rest of his life in a small dark room, Zhong Wen couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his forehead, feeling great regret for his swelling and negligence.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on the face of the Heavenly Sword Saint, and he took out a thick book from his bosom and handed it to Zhong Wen: "Do the old man a favor, translate this exercise, and count me as owing you a personal favor." ”

What kind of thing is a human favor?

You're going to come up with something practical, huh?

Zhong Wen thinks of himself as a short-sighted real person, and he prefers tangible benefits to ethereal "human feelings".

"Can I refuse?" he asked tentatively.

"Do you want to refuse?" the Heavenly Sword Saint looked at him with a smirk.

"Don't dare. Zhong Wen smiled bitterly and took the exercises, "Give me a night." ”

"There's no hurry, just give it to me before you go. The Heavenly Sword Saint waved his hand very generously.

"That's right, this favor. Zhong Wen suddenly said, "Can I use it now?"

"You have faith. The Heavenly Sword Saint was slightly stunned when he heard this, "The ancient characters in this exercise are unfathomable, and they are not so easy to decipher. ”

"Since I agreed, I will do it. Zhong Wen's eyes showed a look of confidence.

The Heavenly Sword Saint looked him directly into the eyes, and after a long time, he said slowly, "What do you want the old man to do?"

"I hope you can give Qiqi some pointers. Zhong Wenzheng said, "Although I don't want her to change her name to 'Jian Qiqi', I have to admit that you are the most suitable person to teach her in this world." ”

"You translate the exercises. A hint of approval and relief flashed in the eyes of the Heavenly Sword Saint, "The old man promised you to give that little girl a great opportunity." ”

"Thank you, saints, for your accomplishment. ”

After a period of bloody and bloody dark times, the capital of the Great Qiandi finally ushered in the dawn again.

On this day, His Majesty the Emperor swept away the crowd and returned victoriously.

The entire imperial capital is immersed in a sea of joy.

Considering that the rebellion and war had a great impact on the national strength of the empire, Li Jiuye specially ordered that all the etiquette and celebrations that greeted him in triumph should be simplified.

However, even though the officials repeatedly "admonished", the people of the imperial capital still "spontaneously" formed a fanatical welcoming procession, and before dawn, they dragged their families to the outside of the city, lined up in two long lines that stretched for several miles, wanting to see the peerless demeanor of His Majesty the Emperor.

"Your Majesty the Emperor wins!"

The returning army gradually appeared in the sight of the people of the imperial capital, looking at the handsome man walking in the front of the team, dressed in bright gold clothes, everyone on both sides knelt down and chanted in unison.

Although Li Jiuye had spiritual cultivation, he still rode on a tall horse and walked slowly with the soldiers behind him, while on another unicorn horse beside him, there was a simple man with a gourd on his back, a long sword at his waist, and a patch on his body.

It is the patron saint of the Great Qian Imperial Family, the strongest cultivator in the entire empire, and the Wine Venerable.

In the process of this campaign to sweep away the remnants of the traitors, Xuanyuan Invincible guarded the imperial capital as the commander of the forbidden army, but the Wine Venerable always accompanied the emperor and made great achievements.

Looking at the people of the imperial capital on the left and right, who were beaming with joy and looking like crazy, Li Jiuye's heart swelled with an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

The good news on the Xiqi border, he has long been over, and now that the Xiao family has been defeated, the remnants of the remaining forces in various places have also been swept away by him, even the few remnants who survived have fled to the enemy country, and there is no capital to continue to compete with him.

From this moment on, the entire Daqian Empire is under my control!

He felt the pride in his chest, couldn't help but let out a long roar, jumped up, hung in the air, pulled out the sword at his waist and raised it high above his head, countless dragon-shaped sword qi flowed and flew around his body, and the golden light was shining and magnificent, like a god descending to earth, teaching people to can't help but give birth to the heart of worship.

"Long live Your Majesty the Emperor, long live, long live!"

Ordinary people have never seen such a magnificent scene, and their hearts are all excited and cheering.

If the previous joy still has a little performance component, then after seeing Li Jiuye's amazing might, the people really feel a little bit of honor, and these "long live" in their mouths are also more sincere and less routine.

After some pretense, he finally returned to his horse contentedly, and smiled from time to time at the enthusiastic hearts on both sides, and the procession had gone for nearly an hour in a matter of miles.

The outline of the imperial capital gate gradually appeared in front of him, as well as the figures of the four princes.

The crown prince Li Yan and the second prince Li Rong stood on one side, while the third prince Li Qing and the fourth prince Li Xian, who was only ten years old, stood on the other side of the city gate.

Behind the four of them, a group of courtiers lined up in two rows, all smiling, but with different thoughts.

"Welcome to my father!"

"Greetings to the Holy One!"

Seeing Li Jiuye, the four princes knelt down respectfully and saluted, and the courtiers followed closely behind.

"Flat!"

Li Jiuye smiled, his figure flashed, and he actually appeared in front of the third prince Li Qing, and stretched out his hand to help him up: "Third child, the days I have left have really worked hard for you." ”

On the other side, the crown prince Li Yan and the second prince Li Rong showed shock and anger in their eyes at the same time, Li Yan's right hand was clenched into a fist in his sleeve, and his nails were tightly pinched into the flesh, carving a deep mark.

His Majesty the Emperor actually went to support Prince Wu in person, leaving his three princes aside.

"Father, the matter of supervising the country is really not suitable for the sons. Feeling the jealousy and resentment of the two brothers on the other side, Li Qing smiled bitterly and said, "If you go out again in the future, please entrust this national matter to His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

"Don't be arrogant, you did a good job. Li Jiuye smiled and touched the little brain of the fourth prince Li Xian on the side, "Even if I take care of it myself, I won't be much better than you." ”

The retainers were terrified. Li Qing replied helplessly.

"Do you think that managing a country is a lot more difficult than you imagined?" Li Jiuye earnestly taught, "That's because there are many martial arts and few literate people around you, and there is only one woman who can really give you advice." ”

Li Qing's expression was still the same, nodding silently, but he was shocked in his heart, only to feel that Li Jiuye knew everything about the situation in his palace.

"Although cultivators are important, they cannot govern the country better. Li Jiuye then suggested, "You should also build a team of your own, otherwise you have to do everything yourself, and it will not be a long-term solution after all." ”

Li Qing's heart was shocked, he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Li Jiuye's gourd, so he didn't dare to answer for a while.

However, when the emperor's words fell into the ears of Li Yan and others, they were tantamount to a thunderclap on the ground, and it even stirred up a storm in the hearts of the ministers.

Only the prince of the East Palace, the prince of the empire, that is, the future emperor of Daqian, is qualified to set up his own administrative team.

Could it be ...... Your Majesty wants to change the crown prince?

His Majesty the Emperor first let Prince Wu supervise the country, and now he is persuading him to build his own team, so that everyone can't help but be suspicious.

Li Yan's face was pale, his eyes were slightly red, his body trembled slightly, and his brain was blank.

The second prince, Li Rong, had a pair of small eyes that rolled straight away, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Go back to the palace. Li Jiuye's eyes swept over the two princes on the side, Li Yan and Li Rong, and said with a slight smile, "The family hasn't been together for a long time, today is a good day, I will set up wine in the palace at night, you all come, call the girls too." ”

From entering the city gate to arriving at the palace, the crown prince Li Yan looked sluggish and confused along the way, and he clearly had cultivation in his body, but he even felt extremely difficult to fix his body on the horse.

What to do, what should I do?

He is arrogant by nature, and he is always domineering in dealing with people on weekdays, and he has offended the imperial capital's magnates.

It's just that he has the identity of the prince of the East Palace, and no one dares to worry about him.

At the thought of his transformation from an imperial prince to an ordinary prince, he couldn't help but feel a deep despair and fear in his heart, only to feel that there was darkness in front of him, as if even the sky was about to fall.

When he was at a loss, his eyes suddenly intersected with Shushushu, the secretary of the military department.

Rest assured, the minister will always be on His Highness's side.

Shu Shu's eyes seemed to convey such a message.