The fairy is fierce

The moon is like a big, white jade ball. It rises and falls, and it is the end of March.

March 27, night, by the Bailu River on the outskirts of the city.

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

Wang Zheng, the Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue, stood on the pebble beach by the river and looked up at the river:

"There has been no movement in Qihuang Valley. There must have been a problem with the imperial master. Cheng Jiujiang has gathered all the men and will forcefully enter Qihuang Valley tomorrow..."

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

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"How many people did Cheng Jiujiang summon?"

"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 Lan Ying and Lu Mingzhou from Qingchi Jianzhuang, there are only a few of them."

"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. Either it won't move, or if it wants to move, the lion will fight the rabbit, and let the opponent There’s no way to backhand.”

Zhao Ze chuckled: "Master Wang is still very cunning."

Wang Zheng clasped his hands behind his back and was a little dissatisfied: "I have delayed Cheng Jiujiang for so long in order to wait for that god of yours to come over. If you come over with a few small fish and shrimps, then don't blame Li Xiang for being unkind afterwards. Li Xiang asked you If you come here, you can go to the Great Yan Dynasty to invite an expert..."

Zhao Ze nodded quickly: "Don't worry, Mr. Wang. Although our Baisheng Valley sign has not been hung up yet, our strength cannot be underestimated... Hey, here we are."

While chatting, a merchant ship floated on the sparkling river.

There were no lights or fires on the merchant ship, and only a few figures standing on the deck could be vaguely seen.

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

call

As the merchant ship docked by the river, a dark wind blew under the moonlight, blowing the willow leaves nearby.

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 light up among the smoke, reflecting the outline of a human figure.

The cloak on the figure was not moving in the wind, and the white mist was also swirling around it. Looking from the white mist, it looked like it was standing in front of the full moon.

Tap tap tap

The figure walked down the steps slowly, followed by followers on the left and right, also wearing black cloaks, holding Yin Yang flags and other objects in their hands, swaying left and right.

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

"Disciple Zhao Ze, pay your respects to the Heavenly Lord!"

The figure walking in front held a whisk in his hand, and his cloak covered his whole body. His appearance could not be seen clearly, but he nodded slightly:

"No gift.

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

Wang Zheng was stunned for a long time when he saw the scene where the immortal fell into the mortal world, and then he slowly stepped forward. He circled around Tianzun twice and nodded in praise:

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

The Eight Treasures Heavenly Lord held a whisk in his hand 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 the Eight Treasures Tianzun's words:

"Okay, there are no outsiders here. The life and death of the Imperial Master are unknown, so 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."

The Eight Treasures Heavenly Lord stopped speaking 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..."

"..."

The Eight Treasures Heavenly Lord was speechless. He threw the fly whisk to the little boy behind him, raised his hand and took off the hood of his cloak, revealing his face. He looked about forty years old, with a hooked nose and a good complexion. It was not so much that he was practicing. He is 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 deck behind him, 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 and grandson of Lord Yanyue. If you don't have any skills, you have no chance to become my disciple."

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

"Whether it is Dadan or Dayan, as long as they are cultivators, they can trace their ancestors back to the nine great immortal families. The entire Qihuang Valley is a disciple of the Lord of the Wilderness Mountain. What is there to brag about?"

"Lord Wang, this is wrong. People like Qihuang Valley are not even considered lower sects. I was an entry disciple of Yanyuelin back then, a legitimate 'Taoist Immortal Master', more orthodox than your national master Yue Pingyang."

Wang Zheng half believed and half doubted, and turned to look at the people behind him: "Are you sure these few people can solve tomorrow's problems? Qihuang Valley If the Fuqi Mountain worshipped by Phoenix Valley and King Lie is not eliminated, Prime Minister Li will not be able to support you outsiders to take the throne..."

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

"Without the National Master Yue Pingyang, there is no one who can match me in the Great Dan Dynasty. I am enough to flatten Qihuang Valley by myself; but Lord Wang has informed me in advance, so I also brought helpers this time. These three are fellow Taoists I have met, Zheng Yuan, Yan Jiu, and Zhang Jianlong, all of whom are cultivators in the Spirit Valley Realm, and their strength is only stronger than the several heads of Qihuang Valley. "

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

Wang Zheng nodded in return. He was not a cultivator, so he did not know the level of cultivation. He just reminded him: "I hope you will not be like Zhao Ze, who is good at talking. Tomorrow, Qihuang Valley and Fuqi Mountain will fight. You should stay put first. When both sides are defeated, you can come out to clean up the mess."

Xu Yuankui nodded, but said: "Lord Wang should know that the spiritual energy in the Great Dan Dynasty is thin and not suitable for spiritual valley cultivators to practice. We can only come here to be the national teacher because we can't find a place outside. If I can't continue to practice in the future, even if I can stay, my subordinates can't stay, so the incense offerings must be agreed in advance."

Wang Zheng frowned: "Once a year A thousand white jade coins are not enough for you to practice?"

"If it were enough, why would Yue Pingyang stay where he is for a hundred years? If he wants to support his disciples and grandchildren, plus the original disciples of Qihuang Valley, if he has less than 3,000 white jade coins every year, the sect's reputation will not stand up."

"Three thousand coins?"

Wang Zheng frowned: "Qihuang Valley has been rooted for two hundred years, and a thousand coins a year is not enough for him to live well?"

"In the past two hundred years, Qihuang Valley has produced a few famous cultivators besides Yue Pingyang?"

"..."

Wang Zheng considered for a while: "I will go back and discuss with Li Xiang. If I can satisfy him, I will satisfy Xu Xianchang."

"Then thank you, Lord Wang."

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