Your Immortal Cultivation World Is Not In Good Taste.

Chapter 29 Mortal Prince

Wu You put the arm guards on the forearms of both hands. There was a click at the connection, and it intelligently automatically locked and adjusted to the appropriate tightness.

The formation pattern blended with the flow of spiritual power in his body, and the arm guard almost became an extension of his body. As soon as a thought flashed through his mind, the two spiritual shields opened instantly.

The dark blue spiritual shield seems to have the effect of Wu You's thunder attribute aura, with tiny arcs flashing on the surface. Crossing his arms, the shield merges into a spherical shield that covers the whole body, and the defensive effect is much stronger.

"So handsome..."

Putting away the shield and gently stroking the technological metal surface of the armguard, Wu You looked slightly obsessed.

Su Jian put her arm on his shoulder and raised an eyebrow at Jiang Bing proudly: "How about it, let me just say that today's young people prefer my aesthetics, right? Jiang Bing, a fool, also said that this arm guard is ugly, you Tell me if he is old-fashioned." The latter words were addressed to Wu You.

"Senior's words make sense! Master, you should learn from Senior Su. Your vision should not be too backward, and you should keep up with the times." Wu You said sincerely.

I'm sorry, Master, I also want to defend you, but the arm guards that Senior Su gave me are really cool.

Jiang Bing curled his lips and drank his tea with peace of mind.

"By the way, senior, does it have a name?"

"Try to make a universal defensive arm guard... Whatever, you can make one yourself."

Su Jian spread his hands. As we all know, naming ability and hands-on ability are negatively correlated.

Wu You was silent for a long time and compromised on her ability to name. "It still doesn't work. It's fine not to have a name."

Arm guards:…

He looked through the window lattice at the Waimen Street, which was lit up with lights. The competition attracted many Independent Cultivator merchants, and the atmosphere in Heavenly Mirror Sect became more and more lively.

What a prosperous scene.

…

Since the third year of Ruizheng, Lingnan has suffered from successive disasters.

The weather is good, the fields are fertile and the water is conducive, but the crops are not growing and the animals are not thriving. At the end of each year, there is no food in the six states, rebels and bandits are everywhere, the people are devastated, and people die of hunger in the vast wilderness.

There is no trace of anyone for thousands of miles, and no souls of the dead can be seen.

After writing the last word, Shang Shukui's face was already terrifyingly solemn and gloomy. A piece of straw paper and a few lines of words were no heavier than a flying feather, but they carried the news of the deaths of millions of disaster victims.

He coughed twice, curled up, and covered his eyes in pain.

Your Majesty...why don't you understand that the immortals don't treat us mortals as human beings?

After a long time, he raised his head from his loose robe and pointed at the scattered papers and books on the table. Shang Shukui looked at the book boy next to him with bloodshot eyes: "Bind them and send them to the prince together." go.".

The book boy responded and quickly packed it away.

Shang Shukui supported the table and stood up slowly.

It was not obvious when he was sitting, but as soon as he stood up, his thin figure was clearly revealed. His large robe hung down, making people feel that the clothes seemed to be hanging on a frame, and a gust of wind seemed to blow him away. blow away.

"Sir, please slow down!"

When the book boy saw him standing up, he was so frightened that he threw away the papers and books he had just collected and quickly ran over to help him.

"I know, go and do what you should do." Shang Shukui pushed him away and waved his hand.

"This... well, sir, you must be careful."

The boy hesitated for a moment and then did as he was told, but he still kept an eye on Shang Shukui's figure. The Prime Minister had frightened him badly when he fell down last time.

Seeing Shang Shukui walk out of the study room with slow steps and pauses, the book boy breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the packed papers and left in a hurry...

…

Half a day later, the book boy walked through the bustling East Market with a few books that had just been compiled into volumes, turned several times in the alleys, and arrived at the back door of the General's Mansion.

High walls and black tiles, solemn and solemn.

The bricks and tiles on the general's mansion seemed to be contaminated with strong evil spirits by the people in the army, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

The boy went straight forward and said hello to the soldiers guarding the door: "The Prime Minister asked me to give something to Prince Nian."

The gatekeeper had seen him many times, nodded, opened the door and let him in.

…

In the Prince's courtyard, different areas are separated by stone bridges, flowing water, cloisters and rockeries. There are many decorative trees, but they are orderly. The entire courtyard embodies the essence of garden aesthetics everywhere.

At a glance, you can tell that it was created by several masters.

On the side of the courtyard, a small pavilion is connected to the stone bridge. The gorgeous robe, mainly indigo blue with white and gold decorations, was draped casually on her body, letting the hem fall to the ground, and her black hair was not tied up.

Who is he?

He is the son of General Protector Nian Baiguan——

Think about it for thousands of lives!

A good young man is born with red lips, teeth, and skin as white as jade, a straight nose, deep and bright eyes, a strong and three-dimensional facial contour, and sharp facial features. This handsome face seems to be the most appropriate expression of the word "heroic". He is holding a book recording the history of Li Kingdom and reading it carefully. The slightly frowning brow also adds a calm temperament to him.

The footsteps are light.

The book boy walked across the stone bridge and beamed with joy when he saw this charming young master. He held the book in one hand, extended his other hand to wave, and called out: "Your Majesty——!"

The other party then looked up from his book and saw that it was Shang Shukui's book boy. He smiled easily and stood up to greet him.

"Your Majesty, just sit down. Master Shang has just written it and will send it to you immediately after transcribing it."

The book boy handed the stack of books to Nian Qiansheng with a very friendly tone.

Nian Qiansheng took it and placed it on the stone table in the pavilion after just one glance. He patted the book boy on the shoulder and they sat down in the pavilion.

"Thank you for your hard work. Has Prime Minister Shang been in better health recently?" Nian Qiansheng's first sentence was to ask about Shang Shukui's physical condition. Compared with these books, Prime Minister Shang's health concerned him more.

The book boy looked worried and shook his head.

"I can only say that I am more energetic than before. It is still a bit difficult to walk. I don't know when the immortals from the Shangzong will send me Spirit Medicine."

The expression on Nian Qiansheng's face was gentle and calm. He looked at the lake and said softly: "As long as Prime Minister Shang's health does not deteriorate, it is a good thing."

Shangzong’s Spirit Medicine? how can that be possible.

In the eyes of immortal cultivators, they are just ants on the ground. They can continuously squeeze oil and water from these ignorant and weak creatures by giving the mortal emperor a promise of immortality.

Really...

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his gentle gaze turned cold.

The hatred was revealed for a moment, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The book boy sitting next to him, holding the table and looking at the lotus flowers, felt a cool breeze blowing around him and shivered.

"Hiss...it's already June and the wind is still so cold. Is the water temperature in the lotus pond too low?" The book boy folded his arms and rubbed them together, muttering.

Nian Qiansheng felt slightly apologetic and replied: "Maybe, it has been rainy and foggy recently, so it is normal for the temperature to drop."

The book boy nodded, no matter what the prince said, it made sense.

"Oh, by the way, Your Majesty, I heard from the Prime Minister..." The book boy looked around to make sure there were no other servants in the courtyard, then lowered his voice and said, "The Holy One has sent another letter to the Sect, urging the Old Master Medicine.”

"It's not just once or twice. Why are you so nervous? No monk will come." Nian Qiansheng leaned on the edge of the table, took out a book given to him by Shang Shukui, and opened the title page at will.

This news is not a big deal.

The book boy scratched his head and said: "But...it has been so many times, there should be a reply, right? And the Holy One seems to be particularly anxious this time."

"Ha," Nian Qiansheng chuckled, "It's best if you can come. I also want to know what kind of magic the Shangzong's immortals... have."

(End of chapter)