Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 87 Valley of One Hundred Saints

The moon is like a big and white jade ball, rising and falling, and it is the end of March.

On the night of March 27th, by the Bailu River in the outskirts of the city.

On the sparkling river, as far as the eye can see, there are only dots of fishing lights in the distance.

Hubu Shangshu Wang Zheng, wearing an official robe, stood on the pebble beach by the river, looking up at the river:

"Qihuang Valley has been silent, the national teacher must have a problem. Cheng Jiujiang has gathered all the people, and tomorrow he will forcibly enter Qihuang Valley..."

Zhao Ze stood beside him, holding a folding fan, fanning Wang Zheng:

"How many people did Cheng Jiujiang call?"

"Although the imperial court is standing by, it will not let the two sects fight for blood, let alone allow the Qihuang Valley disciples trained by the imperial court to interfere. In order to take into account the influence of both sides, Qihuang Valley only has a few masters. Cheng Jiujiang himself, plus Da Da Elder Lanying, and Lu Mingzhou from Qingchi Jianzhuang, there are only a few people in total."

"Lan Ying and Lu Mingzhou are both at the first level of Linggu. They can contain two people at most. Without going to the fourth level of Jiujiang Linggu, one person is enough to defeat the remaining four masters of Qihuang Valley. The chance of winning is quite high."

Wang Zheng frowned: "Here we go again. Have you forgotten what I told you last time? One opponent, and you send two. It seems to have a good chance of winning, but in fact it is not safe. If you want to move, you have to fight the lion against the rabbit and let the opponent There’s no way to backhand.”

Zhao Ze chuckled: "Master Wang is still scheming."

Wang Zheng clasped his hands behind his back, a little dissatisfied: "I have delayed Cheng Jiujiang for so long in order to wait for your Heavenly Venerable to come over. If you come over with a few small fish and shrimps, don't blame Li Xiang for being unkind afterwards. Li Xiang let If you come here, you can go to Dayan Dynasty to invite another expert..."

Zhao Ze nodded quickly: "Your Majesty Wang, you can rest assured. Although the signboard of my Hundred Sacred Valley has not been hung up yet, my strength should not be underestimated... Hey, it's here."

During the chat, a merchant ship floated on the sparkling river.

There was no light or fire on the merchant ship, only a few figures standing on the deck could be vaguely seen.

Wang Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, and when the merchant ship slowly approached the shore, he took a few steps back and looked up.

call--

As the merchant ship docked by the river, a gust of wind blew under the moonlight, blowing the surrounding willow leaves.

The merchant ship put down its pedals, and white smoke flowed down from the deck and gathered on the river beach. Gradually, the entire merchant ship was wrapped in white smoke, like a fairyland in Yaotai.

Wang Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and was about to speak, when he suddenly saw a white full moon lit up in the smoke, reflecting the outline of a figure.

The cloak on the figure moved without wind, and the white mist was also swirling around him. Looking from the white mist, he seemed to be standing in front of the full moon.

Tread Tread——

The figure walked down the pedals unhurriedly, and the followers behind were lined up on the left and right, also wearing black cloaks, holding Yin-Yang flags and other things in their hands, swaying left and right.

Zhao Ze looked solemn and quickly raised his hand to salute:

"Disciple Zhao Ze, pay homage to Heavenly Venerable!"

The figure walking in front, holding a whisk in his hand, covered his whole body with a cloak, couldn't see his face clearly, just nodded slightly:

"No gift."

The voice was ethereal, as if coming from the sky!

Seeing this fairy-like scene, Wang Zheng was stunned for a long time before walking forward slowly. He circled Heavenly Venerable twice and nodded in praise:

"This appearance is really good and can fool a lot of people."

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Eight Treasures Heavenly Venerable held the whisk and said in a deep voice:

"How dare a mere mortal dare to appear in front of me..."

Wang Zheng raised his hand and interrupted Babao Heavenly Venerable's words:

"Okay, there are no outsiders here. The life and death of the Imperial Master is unknown, and you are so scared that you are hiding your head and dare not enter the country. No matter how high-minded you are, how can you be so good? The Imperial Master is not as grand as you when you come out."

Babao Heavenly Venerable stopped talking suddenly and turned his head to look at Zhao Ze.

Zhao Ze hurriedly stepped forward and said respectfully: "This is Mr. Wang Zhengwang, the Secretary of Household Affairs of the Great Dan Dynasty, one of my own. I originally wanted to arrange for some people to greet him, but Mr. Wang said that the matter has not been completed and it is inconvenient to make a big splash, so..."

"..."

Babao Heavenly Venerable was speechless. He threw the fly whisk to the little boy behind him, raised his hand and took off the hood of the cloak, revealing his face - he looked about forty years old, with a hooked nose and a good complexion. He is a practicing person, more like a middle-aged Confucian scholar.

"It turns out to be Mr. Wang. I'm disrespectful. I, Xu Yuankui, have heard for a long time that Mr. Wang is known for his uncompromising strategy. When I saw him today, it turned out to be extraordinary."

Wang Zheng felt much more comfortable, and looked down at the white mist at his feet:

"Put this thing away. The capital is not far from here. It's hard to explain if it's discovered."

"Everyone in the market believes this, but it makes Mr. Wang laugh."

Xu Yuankui raised his hand slightly. On the rear deck, a young man holding a luminous round mirror put down the bronze mirror. A monk who was doing a hand seal also stopped, and the white smoke on the ground gradually dissipated, revealing the deck. True appearance.

There were about ten people standing on the deck. Except for the honor guard in front who was wearing a black cloak, the others were all dressed in different costumes. There were also a few beasts lying on the deck, waiting for orders in a neat manner.

Wang Zheng glanced briefly, frowned and said: "You are called the 'Valley of Hundred Saints', but you only have so many people?"

Xu Yuankui said with a smile: "My subordinates are good, not many. Although I am a wild cultivator in Shanze, I am also a disciple of Lord Yanyue. If you don't have any skills, you have no chance of becoming my disciple."

Lord Yan Yue is the ancestor of Yi Yue Lin, one of the nine sects. Wang Zheng heard something from Zhao Ze, shook his head and said:

"Whether it is Great Dan or Dayan, as long as you are a practitioner, you can trace your ancestry back to the nine great immortal families. All the families in Qihuang Valley come from the sect of Lord Huangshan. What is there to brag about?"

"Master Wang, what you said is wrong. Things like Qihuang Valley are not even considered as lower sects. Back then, I was an introductory disciple of Zhenyue Lin, a serious 'Immortal Master' on the road, and I was better than your national master Yue. Pingyang’s origin is still orthodox.”

Wang Zheng was dubious, and turned to look at the people behind him: "Are you sure these people can solve tomorrow's problems? If Qihuang Valley and the Fuji Mountain enshrined by King Lie are not removed, Prime Minister Li will not be able to support outsiders like you to rise to power. …”

Xu Yuankui stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes calm:

"With the absence of National Master Yue Pingyang, the Great Dan Dynasty does not have a general like me. I alone can defeat the Qihuang Valley; but Mr. Wang has said hello in advance, and I also brought help this time. I am acquainted with these three people. Fellow Daoist, Zheng Yuan, Yan Jiu, and Zhang Jianlong are all monks in the Linggu Realm, and their strength is just as strong as the other masters in Qihuang Valley."

The three people standing behind Xu Yuankui raised their hands and saluted.

Wang Zheng nodded in return. He was not a cultivator and did not understand the level of Taoism. He just warned: "I hope you won't be like Zhao Ze, who only talks about his skills. Tomorrow, if there is a fight between Qihuang Valley and Fuji Mountain, you should stay still until we wait. Both sides will be hurt, just come out and finish.”

Xu Yuankui nodded, but then said: "Master Wang also knows that the spiritual energy of the Great Dan Dynasty is thin and is not suitable for the cultivation of monks in the Spiritual Valley Realm. We can't find a trap outside, so we will come here to become a national master. If in the future I can’t continue practicing. Even if I can stay, my subordinates won’t be able to stay, so the incense must be offered in advance.”

Wang Zheng frowned: "A thousand white jade bahts every year are not enough for your practice?"

"If it were enough, how could Yue Pingyang stand still for a hundred years? If he wants to support his disciples and grandchildren, plus the original disciples of Qihuang Valley, if there are less than 3,000 white jade baht every year, the sect's brand will not be able to stand up."

"Three thousand?"

Wang Zheng frowned: "Having taken root in Qihuang Valley for two hundred years, wouldn't you be able to live well with a thousand coins a year?"

"In the past two hundred years, apart from Yue Pingyang, how many famous monks have come out of Qihuang Valley?"

"..."

Wang Zheng thought about it for a moment: "I will go back and discuss with Li Xiang. If I am satisfied, I will certainly satisfy Xu Xianchang."

"Then thank Mr. Wang first."

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(End of chapter)