Practice starts with skill points

The carriage curtain was lifted, and Jiang Yuan, dressed in plain clothes, stepped out.

Jiang Yuan had crystal-clear muscles and bones, thin eyebrows and charming eyes. Her phoenix eyes were charming and sharp. She was not as delicate as ordinary women, but looked heroic.

Jiang Yuan did not say hello like ordinary women, but bowed to Zhong Lin and said, "Hello, Senior Brother Zhong. I didn't expect that it was you who escorted my junior sister to Kyoto this time."

"Do you know me?"

"Senior Brother, you are joking. Everyone in Jianding Sect knows you, Senior Brother Zhong. After all, a fourth-grade alchemist is rarer than a third-grade warrior, and you are still so young." Jiang Yuan chuckled,

The man who just spoke to Zhong Lin also shrank his pupils at this time, looking at Zhong Lin with a shocked face.

Fourth-grade alchemist?

Did I hear it right!

The civilization of martial arts is accompanied by the prosperity of alchemy, and the two complement each other.

Alchemists are rare. A third-grade alchemist will be invited as a guest of honor no matter what force he goes to, let alone a fourth-grade alchemist. Moreover, a fourth-grade alchemist is a warrior of the upper third grade, which can be said to be extremely noble. Even if he goes to the capital, even the princes of the royal family have to pay their respects, and the emperor dare not make things difficult for him.

I didn't expect that the person who was escorting this time was actually a fourth-grade alchemist, and he was so young.

It can only be said that it is worthy of being a thousand-year-old sect. Only such a sect can cultivate such excellent disciples.

Zhong Lin looked at Jiang Yuan and sighed, "Junior Sister Jiang, do you know that the capital is in a mess at this time? Going back at this time is a disaster for you, why do you still wade into this muddy water? Isn't it better to stay at the mountain gate?"

The smile on Jiang Yuan's face faded, and he waved his right hand. The leader behind him understood and quickly left with the guards, leaving Zhong Lin and the other two alone.

"Brother, you don't know that the situation in Dachen is not optimistic. My father is old and is now seriously ill. He may not even survive this year. My prince brothers are all ambitious and eyeing the throne. As long as my father dies, the whole Dachen will be in chaos. As a daughter of the royal family, how can I sit back and watch Dachen fall apart and the foundation of my ancestors be destroyed?" Jiang Yuan said in a deep voice.

The struggle for power in the royal family is extremely cruel. Although Zhong Lin has never eaten pork, she has seen pigs run. She has seen it in many major film and television dramas in her previous life.

The Nine Dragons Fight for the Crown Prince, the Xuanwu Gate Incident, the Jingnan Campaign...

If a few princes were to plot against each other, it would be fine. At most, there would be small-scale casualties. What I am afraid of is a Dachen version of the "Eight Kings Rebellion". Although there are no Five Barbarians around Dachen, there are Lu and Cheng countries next to it. If Dachen is in chaos, they don't mind taking advantage of the fire.

"No."

Zhong Lin reacted. This world is different from the previous life. There are martial arts masters.

"Junior Sister Jiang, how could your royal ancestors sit by and watch the civil strife in Dachen?"

Jiang Yuan's eyes were full of grief, and his voice became even deeper: "This is also the reason why Junior Sister must go back. My royal ancestor is about to pass away."

Zhong Lin frowned and sighed slightly in his heart. The ninth level of martial arts, even if you practice the first level of pure Yuan realm, can only live for three hundred years. Three hundred years sounds long, but it will eventually end.

I don't know how long you can live after breaking through the first level and becoming a martial arts master like the master.

You should live longer!

Shaking his head, he dispelled these unrealistic thoughts and looked directly at Jiang Yuan.

"I understand, Junior Sister Jiang, have you chosen your target? Which prince do you want to support to ascend the throne?"

Jiang Yuan did not answer Zhong Lin's question. He gently stroked the messy bun on his forehead, put it behind his ears, and then looked down at his palm.

"Many people ask me this? My father asked me, my mother asked me, my ancestors asked me, my brothers also asked me, and now my senior brother asks me this too. Senior brother, do you think I must support a prince?"

"Hmm?"

"Why can't I support myself?"

When Jiang Yuan asked this, his aura changed. He was no longer as weak as before, but full of majesty and domineering.

Zhong Lin also raised his eyebrows and looked at Jiang Yuan with a strange look.

Good guy, everyone thought Jiang Yuan was going to support a prince to ascend the throne and stabilize the State of Chen. I didn't expect that she was going to learn from Wu Zetian to become an empress!

Excellent.

The whole dense forest seemed to be silent under this question, without any sound, even the chirping of insects disappeared.

Jiang Yuan played with his hair and looked up at Zhong Lin.

"Brother, you don't seem to be shocked?"

"Not bad."

"Brother, don't you think I'm being rebellious?"

"That's not the case. Since men can be emperors, women can be emperors, too." Zhong Lin nodded.

"Really?"

Jiang Yuan's eyes were burning.

No mistake, a poem, a post, a content, a book, a bar, a 6-9 book, a look!

"That's natural. Just like in martial arts practice, women's achievements are not weaker than men's. Two of the nine elders of our Jian Ding Sect are women."

Zhong Lin was telling the truth. In his previous life, the nine years of compulsory education made Zhong Lin not have the idea of ​​favoring boys over girls. In his mind, the only difference between men and women is physiology and job division.

And in this world's martial arts practice, women's practice is not weaker than men's. There are women among many masters, but the proportion is less than that of men. After all, this is the physiological difference between men and women.

"Brother, can you come to help me? I can promise, to be on the throne, and I will not be able to liberate your brother. Whether it is gold and silver treasure, power beauty, or practice resources, I will do my best to satisfy my brother, that is me ... As long as my brother is willing "

Jiang Yuan looked at Zhong Lin with a hot eyes, but his brother was a wizard. He was just two years younger than herself, but he was already the three martial arts. Yes, there is only the elder brother who retreats all year round.

If Brother Zhong Lin can be pulled into his own camp, the resistance to the throne will be less.

When Zhong Lin's mouth was pumped, the burning in Jiang Yuan's eyes made him feel a little uncomfortable, but he was even more affirmed that the sister Jiang Yuan was indeed the emperor. In order to win the talent, he could even be used as a chip.

sharp.

Zhong Lin waved his hand and said, "Thank you sister for love. Even if I, I have no interest in being an official. The goal of this life is to climb the peak of martial arts and enjoy the beautiful scenery on the roadside. I have never heard of it. Be careful. The Lord split you. "

Jiang Yuan's face was white, and a fear rushed into his heart.

I just took care of Zhonglin, but forgot to the identity of Zhong Lin. If the genius dug it by herself, the prince knew that it would not be able to split her.

Jiang Yuan quickly apologized.

"Okay, it's almost time, we should also go on the road, so I have to mistake the hour."

Jiang Yuan did not dare to neglect, recalling the leader.

"Do you want to ride a horse or take a car with me?"

"Give me another carriage."