Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

After the banquet was over, all the die-hard buddies were left in the mansion. The Purple Shanhou could no longer conceal his anger. Even when he saw Lord Wang personally coming, he couldn't maintain his manners and was in no mood to say hello.

After killing three displeased servants to protect the courtyard to vent his anger, the Purple Dressed Marquis calmed down his anger.

The pungent smell of blood emerged, and many servants guarded the courtyard in silence. There was silence in the meeting hall, and the atmosphere was solemn, almost suffocating.

"Brothers, let's discuss it? What should we do?"

In this deathly silence, the Purple-shirted Marquis glanced at the many southern princes and said in a deep voice.

"Is this your suggestion to ambush Lin Hanqing directly?"

Shan Shuihou was the first to jump out, dancing and roaring: "Also, destroy Lin Yang, the monster named Jiang! No, no, no, Jiang Siqing can't kill him yet, but he should be restrained and use the magic fire to kill him." Burn the soul, torture him to find out his hidden skills, and use them!"

"Do you have any brains to actually want to kill that Jiang Siqing? You can beat an egg against a stone, or a fly against a tree. Don't be blinded by hatred! If you have the guts, go ahead and kill him!"

Zishan Hou shouted loudly, the sound wave vibrated, and the entire palace seemed to explode.

"Master Hou, calm down, calm down!"

Shan Shuihou was so frightened that he staggered back and repeatedly apologized.

"Master Purple Shirt, do you think this son cannot be killed?"

Under the seat, a marquis asked in a deep voice.

"Can't kill!"

Marquis Zishan nodded, his face gloomy, and he said in a cold voice:

"This man surnamed Jiang is so strange, with mysterious origins, and extremely powerful skills that are simply unfathomable. He easily resolved the law and avenue that I played, and his strength is probably no less than mine! Without the order of the royal family, the princes are not allowed to attack without authorization , Therefore, the assassination must be a sure hit, and the corpse must be destroyed without trace, so that it cannot be traced to me!”

"Moreover, I got news from An Zhuo today. That day, the Yuanhou Mansion in Hongfeng Town was attacked, and several powerful gods took action to suppress it! And these powerful gods, according to the investigation and speculation of An Zhuo, may be ancient The people from the Medicine Palace have a close relationship with Jiang Siqing!" At this point, his face became even more gloomy, almost dripping with tears.

"What? Involving the Ancient Medicine Palace?"

"No wonder the three palace masters of the Frozen City branch of the Ancient Medicine Palace suddenly paid a visit today to support the Marquis of Zhenyuan. It turned out that it was because of Jiang Siqing's face!"

"Now we're in trouble, that's the Ancient Medicine Palace!"

After listening to this, several die-hard princes present had serious expressions on their faces, feeling a bit like a dog biting a hedgehog and unable to bite their tongue.

The so-called distant friendship and close attack, if the Zishanhou wants to take up the rebellion and replace the Eastern Royal Family, the first one to be killed must be the Zhenyuanhou who is most loyal to the royal family and is adjacent to the Zishanhou fiefdom, followed by Nanhe Bofang Jinlong.

Nowadays, among the dozens of princes in southern Xinjiang, almost all of them follow the lead of the Purple Shirt Marquis.

And Lin Hanqing was like a nail to the Eastern Royal Family, nailed to the core of the Zishanhou camp, preventing him from forming a general trend and unifying southern Xinjiang, and ended up in a state of disunity.

As long as the Marquis of Zhenyuan and Uncle Nanhe are eliminated, and the Marquis of Zishan unifies southern Xinjiang, he will be able to suppress the three great dukes and catch up with the Eastern Royal Family.

The Eastern Royal Family was originally in danger, and the other three Dukes also had their own agendas. The Marquis of Purple Shank could completely convince the three Dukes to join forces and jointly hunt the Eastern Royal Family. That way, they would have an absolute advantage. The rooster could bring victory to the whole world, kill the Eastern royal family, and change the dynasty.

"What should we do?"

Shan Shuihou looked bitter: "Once the Lin family garrisoned in the Thirteen Cities, it would have stuck in our throats!"

Other princes are also quite overwhelmed and unable to do anything.

Originally, the purpose of today's banquet was to eat Lin Hanqing, but the result was that the purple-shirted marquis was beaten with flying eggs.

"You won't kill Jiang Siqing, but you can kill Lin Hanqing and his son!"

Zishanhou's face turned gloomy, and he said with a ferocious smile:

"As long as Lin Hanqing and his son are dead, who does Jiang Siqing mean to him? He is just a wandering cultivator outside the river. He has no roots and is like a duckweed. Today's vassal system has many shortcomings. On the stage of the empire, it has always been the world of vassals. There are no common people. There is no opportunity for ordinary people, let alone the opportunity for casual cultivators outside Hebei!"

"That's right, that's right. No matter how talented a cultivator outside the river is, they are looked down upon in the empire and find it difficult to achieve anything."

The Purple Shirt Marquis clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Get rid of Lin Hanqing and his son first, and who cares about Jiang Siqing? Let's dozens of god-forming princes work together to tear him into pieces in minutes."

"But, Mr. Jiang is the first guest of the Lin family, and he and Lin Hanqing and his son are inseparable from the scale. Do we have a chance to make a move?"

A marquis has far-reaching plans and worries.

"I am watching, they will be separated today!"

The purple-shirted marquis had a pair of extremely deep tiger eyes. He pondered for a while and suddenly said quietly.

…

Jiang Tian and Lin Hanqing and his son left the Zishanhou Mansion, but at some unknown time, the guest Zhang Linfeng personally led several worshipers to greet them, followed by several dragon-horse speeding cars.

"Daozhang Zhang, why are you here?"

Lin Hanqing was quite surprised.

"I've met the Marquis and the Marquis, I've met Mr. Jiang!"

Zhang Linfeng bowed deeply and said with sincere fear:

"Master Marquis, Madam said that Marquis Zishan held this banquet with evil intentions and was worried about your safety, so after you left, she sent me to come here to provide support. I also came here on both sides, but... Being blocked by the soldiers of the Marquis of Zishan and unable to enter, I almost died of anxiety!"

At this point, he also showed due indignation and gritted his teeth and said: "These few watchdogs actually ignored me, the guest of the Lin Mansion, and they simply didn't know how to live or die. The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. It's all because of the purple shirt." They are all princes, no one is superior to the other, but he behaves so arrogantly, it is simply unreasonable!"

Jiang Tian smiled coldly, watching Zhang Linfeng's wonderful performance.

This kid is obviously the backbone of Zishanhou, but he makes Zishanhou look like his father-killing enemy. He is also an actor.

How about giving him an Oscar?

"Okay, don't say more at the door of someone's house! Too many words will lead to mistakes!"

Lin Hanqing waved his hand to stop him.

"That's what the Marquis said!"

Zhang Linfeng smiled and said: "But, Lord Marquis, is the banquet okay tonight?"

"There was no danger. It was fellow Taoist Jiang Siqing who turned the tide again!"

Lin Hanqing said happily.

"That's good! That's good! Mr. Jiang is simply the patron saint of good fortune for our Lin family! He is well-deserved as the chief guest!"

Zhang Linfeng bowed to Jiang Tian and clasped his fists, looking like a slave, and no longer looked as arrogant as before.

"That's ridiculous!"

Jiang Tian held his hands indifferently.

"Master Marquis, Mr. Jiang, let's get in the car! It's not suitable to stay here for a long time!"

Zhang Linfeng got directly into the front cabin of a dragon carriage and urged.

"Sir, please get in the car first!"

Lin Hanqing was polite and respectful.

Jiang Tian also did his part and accepted it calmly.

A group of three people got on the carriage. Zhang Linfeng smiled coldly, raised his whip, and the dragon horse rose into the air and flew towards the outside of the city.

In the carriage, Lin Hanqing was anxious and said:

"Mr. Jiang, Xiaohou knows that you are asking for thirteen cities because you want to strengthen my Lin family. However, this is a hot potato that we cannot control!"