Fantasy: The Heavenly Dao revolves around me

When he saw the evil god again, Fang Mingjing was very happy.
Because of careful calculation, it seems that since he lay in a deep sleep for several days, he has not been able to play with the evil god.
If it wasn’t for what Yu Qingyue told him, Fang Mingjing didn’t even know that the evil gods went to participate in the Holy Land Trial, and even stood out from it.
“Have you broken through to Nirvana?”
“Um.”
The evil god’s response seemed calm-.
However, Fang Mingjing could feel the slight ups and downs in her tone, so he laughed.
“The evil god is so cunning.”
“what?”
“I was about to keep up with your realm, but you actually broke through again.”
“…Otherwise it won’t be enough.”
The evil god reached out and touched Fang Mingjing’s tender little face.
She has a beautiful appearance, her thick black long hair is slightly curly, and her embossed body seems to be only wrapped in a black robe, her appearance is glamorous and sexy.
Fang Mingjing looked at her with a puzzled expression.
not enough?
What is meant?
But the evil god didn’t seem to mean to explain, she just looked at Fang Mingjing, and then her mood became a little happy.
Liu Shimei watched this scene quietly.
She has a very good impression of the evil god. After all, this is her own mirror’s playmate, so she is thinking at the moment, why don’t she let the child play now?
On the other hand, the evil god has a very good impression of her.
After all, during the time when Fang Mingjing was asleep, she had seen the other party’s meticulous care for him more than once…
“Little Mingjing, your master said that when I see you, I will take you to your master’s trip.”
“Master?”Fang Mingjing is a little strange.
What did the master ask him to do at the master’s place?
While wondering, Fang Mingjing couldn’t help but look at Liu Shimei.
“Jing’er can go if she has something to do, and Ai’s family can go back now.” The beautiful woman showed an elegant and generous expression, she said warmly.
The little saint nodded.
However, after he got closer and said something in her ear, Liu Shimei couldn’t help but show a doting look.
Afterwards, the evil god took Fang Mingjing to the [Holy Master Taoist Palace].
Jiang Jiuge and Yu Qingyue are both inside.
At this time, in the Taoist Palace, there was no tea on the tea table, but a chessboard. Among them, Jiang Jiuge held the white piece, and Yu Qingyue held the black piece. Every move of the two was very ordinary playing chess.
Fang Mingjing stepped in.
“Master, Master”
“Well.” “Come here?”
The two of them unanimously put their eyes on him.
Fang Mingjing sat down at the tea table naturally. After he was seated, he first glanced at the chessboard a few more times. When he found that he couldn’t understand it, he shook his feet and asked:
“What did you call me over for?”
“I’ll find you something to do.”
The person who answered was Jiang Jiuge.
He was holding a white stone in his hand, but at this moment his attention was not on the chessboard, but looked at Fang Mingjing with a very interested expression.
Yu Qingyue also looked at him, her voice was gentle and pleasant:
“Does Mingjing want to go outside the Holy Land?”
“Thinking about it.” After all, it’s quite interesting outside the Holy Land, especially since he doesn’t know much about it, so he has a sense of novelty. “But what do you want me to do?”
“Calculate the time. It’s time to collect the tribute. If you’re interested, I’ll let you go for a walk this time.”
“Pay tribute?”
“Yes, pay tribute.”
Whether it was Jiang Jiuge or Yu Qingyue, when the two mentioned the word tribute, their tone was rather pleasant.
A question mark appeared above the little saint son’s head.
Then Yu Qingyue explained it.
The Chongxiao Holy Land is located in the center of the Ruo Continent, and it is no joke that the Wan Dynasty comes to worship. Just like the emperor of the country collects tributes from the vassal states every year, the Chongxiao Holy Land is also the object of tribute.
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It’s just that the vassal kingdoms of the Chongxiao Holy Land are not simple. They are the three dynasties and the six longevity families, and the time limit is not once a year, but once every 30 years.
Hearing this, Fang Mingjing just remembered: When Jiang Jiuge brought him to the Dayan Dynasty, Emperor Dayan seemed to have said that as long as he did not kill the third prince Qin Kuang, the tribute to the Holy Land could be doubled. is it?
“But since it’s a tribute, why do you want me to go? Shouldn’t they be delivered to the door in a proper manner?”
“Those forces don’t follow the rules.”
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Yu Qingyue said, “In the past, they were used to being arrogant and arrogant to the sect or country below, so it is not easy for them to give up their dignity to admit that they have a master on their heads. ”
“In the end, the essence of cultivation is to rely on strength to speak. If you want to get something, you have to convince them this time. This is also a tradition.”
To put it simply, it is up to the younger generation to decide the outcome of this matter. Although the actions of those few forces were somewhat ignorant, the Holy Land did not care about it at all, because this could be regarded as the experience of the Holy Son, and secondly, it was because they didn’t think they could make any waves.
Fang Mingjing nodded.
At this time, Jiang Jiuge spoke again:
“Last time, it was Yu Yuan who took all those forces for a trip, and that’s how he created his reputation among the younger generation. How about it, are you planning to go?”
No wonder he was going to start the Holy Land Trial a while ago, and he said that he was screening available subordinates for himself. Emotions are such a thing.
But this thing sounds interesting.
And being able to go outside the Holy Land, this matter in itself can make the little holy son feel the heart.
Therefore, Fang Mingjing had no reason to refuse.
“Then leave it to me.” Xi.