I have an eternal eye

That was the original idea...

The spiritual energy has just been revived. At this stage, no matter how strange your technique is or how ancient your inheritance is, a random arrow will kill you.

The collapse of the Liang Dynasty was the opportunity for the sect to rise. If it controls a place and has a complete inheritance, it can absorb 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.

He also recognized the one-eyed man who spoke. His name was Wei Tianci. Like Gu Chou, he was a well-known master in the world and also the president of the Xianghui.

The name of the Xiang Hui is called the Heavenly King Hui.

He originally worked for the temple, collecting loans from Xiangji Kitchen, and stabbing the statues of King Salmon behind the backs of everyone. Later, he hooked up with nobles in the court and gradually grew in power.

In power in Beijing, it is second only to Yi Chonghui.

"The strength of Daliang is about to be exhausted..."

Li Sangu, the leader of the Jue Sect, glanced sideways, covered her mouth with a handkerchief and said with a smile: "President Wei, when you say this, are you not afraid of the anger of the person behind you?"

Wei Tianci raised his eyebrows and gave a sneer, "The world is huge, but eating is the biggest thing."

"If the dense fog falls for several years and there are countless grain particles, regardless of whether the Liang Dynasty still exists, just a bunch of brothers under my command can swallow me alive!"

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

The old man in Confucian robes hesitated for a moment, "After all, this matter has not been confirmed yet..."

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

Taoist Chang Geng, who was sitting at the head of the throne, finally spoke. He sighed slightly, "This Liang Dynasty is like a handful of firewood. They say that the current Holy Emperor is old and fatuous and is becoming more and more cruel. But if he hadn't suppressed it, the court would have been fighting endlessly."

"Now that the flames have started, it will be difficult to extinguish them. Those wealthy families have already begun to stockpile grain. All grain shops are not open this morning. If it were not for the Autumn Stove Festival, it would have caused chaos."

"The people here are all gang leaders in the capital, and they have a bunch of brothers who are eating. If we don't come up with a countermeasure, no one will be able to have an easy time."

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

After saying that, he picked up the tea cup and gently skimmed off the foam.

Everyone's eyes also became weird.

Wei Tianci, the president of the Heavenly Kings Association, looked around and suddenly said: "Senior Chang Geng is right. Wei Mou's ugly words are ahead. The Heavenly Kings Association has no intention of expanding, but you must not overstep the limit..."

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

Zhang Biao listened for a while and felt bored.

In anticipation of the warm water in the Spring River, the court, wealthy families, and dignitaries all began to make preparations. Naturally, these people in the world also felt the chill.

They are different from those sects that dominate the various states. They are rooted in Yujing City and it is difficult to leave.

Moreover, each one is not simple behind the scenes, and they are wary of each other, which makes it impossible for them to unite.

Make an agreement in advance not to fight for life or death, and to make every effort to cope with the great changes in the future. This is the purpose of this banquet.

Living under the eyes of the imperial court, they can live a more prosperous life than ordinary people at any time.

Zhang Biao also fell into deep thought.

He always felt that things would not develop like this.

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

food!

An idea flashed in Zhang Biao's mind.

Those sects had long known that the fog would come. If they had the secret method to continue growing food, it would be easy to control a place!

This is very possible.

In "Youxian Ji", Tu Lingzi occasionally mentioned in the dialogue that there is a secret technique of spiritual planting in the inner sect, which is specially used to cultivate various elixirs.

After thinking about this, Zhang Biao's mind suddenly became enlightened.

Right now, it’s a fight for luck.

If Daliang can gather the last fortune of the dynasty and stick to one place before the fog comes, then it may be able to continue in the future.

If it fails to succeed, the sect will rise and the ancient pattern will repeat itself!

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

Very simple,

Only those with strength have choices.

He doesn't have the ability to choose yet.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao controlled Yueying to leave the main hall and search the various rooms in the back hall of Changchun Temple.

Cui Laodao was not in the main hall.

Now that the sect has been exposed, rare and old medicines that can replace elixirs must be in even greater demand.

Take advantage of the opportunity to collect more.

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

At this moment, Cui Laodao was receiving guests.

The person who came was a Confucian scholar in green clothes, wearing a jade belt around his waist. He spoke elegantly and had an extraordinary bearing.

Outside the door, there were two more people waiting.

This veteran is quite busy...

Zhang Biao secretly laughed in his heart and controlled Yueying to hide under the flower pot in front of the window and eavesdrop.

The Confucian scholar inside smiled and said: "The King of Yue is holding a poetry party in Fanglin Garden today. He really hopes to meet the Taisui Immortal Master. I wonder if the elder has passed it on?"

Cui Laodao said with a distressed look on his face: "To be honest, Immortal Master Tai Sui is not interested in the court. The emperor didn't even bother to pay attention to the list of summons for talents. There is nothing Lao Tao can do about it."

"I see."

A trace of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the Confucian scholar, but he still refused to give up and said: "Please ask the Taoist Master to pass the message on my behalf. The medicinal materials that Immortal Tai Sui wants are not scarce in the palace."

"well!"

Cui Laodao stood up quickly and said respectfully: "Lao Dao must pass on the message."

After the Confucian scholar left, another man who looked like a wealthy businessman came in, still saying the same thing, but behind him, he represented the Ministry of Personnel and the Huaizhou Chamber of Commerce.

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

Sure enough, after the news leaked, all forces in the court were ready to take action to recruit talents and seize the opportunity.

Their terms are tempting.

But Zhang Biao knew that the real purpose of these people was probably to pass on their own inheritance. Once they turned against each other, he had no chance of escaping from the crowd of masters.

At this moment, the last person also offered a greeting card.

This was an old man who looked like a butler. His face was full of urgency and he said in a trembling voice: "My young master can't hold on any longer. I'd like to ask Immortal Tai Sui to help. I'm willing to give you all the medicinal materials in the warehouse."

After that, he told the strange things in the house.

Cui Laodao said helplessly: "If the immortal master takes action, I can't decide which one to help first."

"Master Cui, please help me..."

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

"Oh, what is this?"

"That's all, I'll just say something nice..."

Cui Laodao sighed, but his hand movements 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 happy immortal in this world, dyeing the world of mortals and crossing all sentient beings..."

Zhang Biao was speechless and shook his head.

This old man lives a much more chic life than him.

But he didn't bother to care about it. Cui Laodao should get some benefits by running errands for him and dealing with the interference from all forces.

But what the butler said just now made him interested.

Meow!

A cat meowed, interrupting Mr. Cui from counting 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 is coming?"

Of course Yueying couldn't speak, she just stretched out her cat's paw and pressed it on the butler's name card just now...

…

In Changchun Temple, people from all walks of life gather together.

Gang leaders, relying on their years of experience, are quarreling with each other, joining forces, dividing territories, and coping with the uncertainty of the future...

It's not just them who are busy.

Southwest of Yujing City, Fanglin Garden.

This place was originally a loess mountain, which produced high-quality bricks and earth. When the Yujing City was built, hundreds of acres of deep pits were dug out, and then introduced into the Surabaya Canal, turned into a lake, and built into a royal garden.

At this moment, the yellow leaves on both sides of the bank are slowly turning, the autumn water is the same color as the sky, and the attic pavilion is hidden in the dense forest, which is a unique scenery.

"Autumn is nice, but it's hard to leave..."

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

He was slightly chubby and well-known among many princes. He was once considered a candidate for the crown prince. However, until he was nearly 20 years old and his temples were gray, he was still a prince.

"Why did your Highness say this?"

A Confucian scholar stood up, cupped his hands and smiled and said: "I, Daliang, are rich in all directions. It is at its peak, and His Highness is well known to everyone for his wisdom..."

He talked a lot, which was nothing more than flattery, but he didn't dare to say it too clearly.

Others also nodded, and some even acted like they were drunk on the spot and recited poems.

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

The King of 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 clothes rushed over and whispered beside him: "Your Highness, the people from Xuandu Temple have been found. They promised to send someone to meet them after winter comes..."

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

…

Near the imperial city, there is an exquisite courtyard.

"Mr. Bai, please come this way."

Luan Moyan, the housekeeper, was smiling and leading the way, "This courtyard was once Princess Weiyang's villa. It is very elegant and quiet. It is suitable for your husband to live in. The emperor personally gave it to you."

Behind him, the warlock Bai Yan raised his eyebrows and said meaningfully: "Others in Yuzhen Mansion are not treated like this. How can a villain be so virtuous and capable that he is so valued by the emperor?"

"Why……"

Luan Moyan sighed and squeezed out a few tears from his eyes, "The Emperor has many things to do every day and is worried about the people of Daliang. Now that he is old and his health is not as good as before, Sir, since he can make elixirs, is there any good medicine to prolong life?"

Bai Yan looked suddenly enlightened and sighed: "Birth, old age, illness and death are determined by heaven. There is no elixir in the world."

Luan Moyan was immediately disappointed after hearing this.

A trace of ridicule flashed in Bai Yan's eyes, and he pretended to hesitate and said, "But there is indeed a way to prolong life..."

After saying that, he shook his head and said: "It's not right, it's not right, this matter is detrimental to your moral character."

Luan Moyan was very anxious, "Sir, please speak clearly."

Bai Yan pretended to be helpless, and then sighed: "In the elixir method passed down in my family, there is a kind of elixir that takes away the yang of children to make up for the loss of the day after tomorrow."

"But this method is harmful to Tianhe. If it is leaked, I'm afraid it will damage the emperor's reputation..."