Chapter 118 Leaving Ziyuan, the best person in the world (two-in-one)

Wenguang one hundred and seventy-eight years, November.

Murong Zhi, the first man in Daxia, vowed to refuse to surrender and was beheaded by the King of Qi to sacrifice the flag for the army that was going out again.

When the news came back to the capital, the court was shaken and there was a cry of mourning.

The Four Kings of Great Xia and the God of War, Lin Ping, proved themselves to be useless.

Murong Zhi, the first person to overcome the calamity, was beaten and captured alive, and is now a sacrifice to the King of Qi.

But now is not the time to be sad, the decisive battle is coming.

The strength of King Qi's troops has reached 400,000, and the hero went to the battlefield.

Opposite are Chen Tianping, the God of War, and another good general Ning Quan.

And their strength has already reached an astonishing one million!

There is no way, King Qi is too strong. In several wars, he has always defeated more with less. If he could not be crushed by numbers, the world would have belonged to King Qi long ago.

When the war was about to start, guests came to Ziyuan.

This time is different from the last time when the Royal Tomb Guard suddenly arrived. The news had been given in advance.

Naturally, the palace did not welcome him. There had been unhappiness before, and with Wen Guang's reduction of vassal status, the princess who had been controlling the affairs of the palace would certainly not feel good about it, but it did not cause any problems.

Visitors from the Imperial Mausoleum entered the city in a grand manner and were invited into the Purple Garden.

"The purple air comes from the east and the smoke curls from the kitchen, but it is peaceful and distant. It is much quieter than the funeral garden."

The Holy Master of the Imperial Tomb personally led the team, followed by several Imperial Tomb Guards and several younger luck masters.

Xiang Ying, the strongest Golden Scale Master in Ziyuan, is also the boss who is optimistic about Chen Shen.

The two luck bosses were very polite and did not mention poaching people.

"Senior Jin Lin, I heard that there is a luck genius in your garden, named Chen Shen. Where is he now? Feng Chen admired him very much back then."

A younger Zihe Master in the Imperial Tomb suddenly asked.

If you are less than 100 years old, you are considered a young person, so you will do what young people like to do.

Hearing this, Jin Lin was about to speak, but the Saint Master on the opposite side beat him to the introduction.

That was his disciple, very talented, the overlord among the white geese and green birds, and now the quasi-grandmaster of Zihe.

"I am the most aggressive disciple in my life. This time, when I learned that it was me who came to Prince An's Mansion, I insisted on following him. I was anxious to meet the Ziyuan genius whose reputation has spread to the imperial mausoleum."

The Holy Master smiled and said, implicitly, he also wanted to see who was stronger or weaker between his disciple and the Ziyuan genius.

The Golden Scale Master was slightly stunned, paused, and then said:

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint the Holy Master. Chen Shen can't compete with his disciples now..."

"Has Chen Shen not reached my level yet?" the genius asked quickly.

He had paid attention to Chen Shen and entered Zihe almost at the same time as him. Since he was a genius, he should have entered Zihe very quickly.

However, if Chen Shen is not yet at the level of a quasi-grandmaster, then there is indeed no need to continue this battle.

Although they are both Zihe Masters, their quasi-grandmasters are not at the same level as him.

The Holy Master also looked at Master Jinlin beside him. As his disciple said, there was indeed no point in sparring.

"No." Grandmaster Jinlin smiled and explained:

"It's not that he hasn't reached the level of quasi-grandmaster, but that Chen Shen has been the master of Zihe many years ago, and is now about to become the master of golden scales. So I feel that when he discusses the Tao with his disciples, he is bullying the younger ones."

"." The young Master Zihe.

"."Saint Master.

"It seems that Chen Shen's reputation as a genius is even greater than I thought." The Holy Master nodded.

It's not that Chen Shen is incompetent, it's that his apprentice is lagging behind.

"The breakthrough speed is so fast!" The disciple of the Saint Master was surprised. He felt that he was a genius enough. Now it seems that there are others outside the world, and he really cannot underestimate the world.

"May I ask Master Jinlin where Chen Shen is? I would like to communicate with him." Shi Can asked again.

Although I regret that I cannot compete with each other, I also want to admire the luck geniuses who surpass myself.

"." Chen Shen.

Of course he is here too, he was called over by Grandmaster Jinlin.

"This is it." Yu Qing patted Chen Shen's shoulder beside her.

"That's you?" Shi Can looked at Chen Shen carefully: "Brother Chen Shen has red lips and white teeth. He looks very young. I thought he was Master Jinlin's golden boy."

"I have met the Holy Master, Taoist Master Shi, and all the senior masters." Chen Shen bowed and saluted everyone in the imperial mausoleum.

Then, Jin Lin chatted with the Holy Master, and Shi Can asked Chen Shen to discuss the mountain and river technique.

In the evening, all the luck masters from Ziyuan warmly entertained the people in the imperial mausoleum.

Shi Can was very familiar with him. Sitting next to Chen Shen, he seemed to be more familiar with Chen Shen than Zhang Ping.

Everyone in Ziyuan was not idle either. Many luck masters talked to Shi Can and other luck masters from the Imperial Tomb, mainly because they wanted to establish a relationship and take them with them when they left.

It's a pity that unless the Holy Master opens his mouth, Shi Can and others will be unable to speak.

As for bribery, people like Huangling are richer than Ziyuan, so how could they care about the property of Ziyuan people.

Early the next morning, the Holy Master went to the royal tomb.

When it comes to poaching people, Ziyuan Golden Scale Master cannot decide.

Only three people can decide.

One of them is Li Yue, the hard-working princess, but she wishes that all the imperial mausoleums would die and all the civil servants would die, so she would not be kind enough to provide talents.

It would have been better to have been King An, but the Holy Master had no way to see him, and he didn't dare to see him because of the imbalance of status.

And the last person is the Saint Master in the royal tomb.

If the Holy Master of Wangling is willing to let him go, even the princess will not say anything.

"Tell me, can the Holy Master's trip be successful? If it fails, I'm afraid the imperial mausoleum won't dare to take people away at will, right?"

When the Holy Master went to visit the royal tomb, all the luck masters in Ziyuan discussed it.

"I have been gone for a long time. I guess the Holy Master of Wangling will not agree. Wenguang's reduction of vassals will not leave a way for King An and other kings to survive. How could the Holy Master be so kind as to give talents to Huangling in vain to help Wenguang protect his luck?

?" Someone said with certainty.

"Don't speak too early. I think your trip to the imperial mausoleum is hopeless. I hope everyone will stay here to support you." Someone said dissatisfied.

The Holy Master of the Imperial Tomb has been here for three days.

Some people in Ziyuan who were able to go to the imperial mausoleum were panicked, maybe they really hadn't reached an agreement.

A small number of people gloated about the misfortune, wishing that no one could go, and the Purple Garden would be one and die together, so that they would feel safe.

But soon, the Holy Master came out.

"Thank you, senior!" He walked out of the royal mausoleum formation and bowed solemnly in the direction of the royal mausoleum.

It turned out that the two holy masters were discussing Taoism, and the holy master Huangling received the guidance from senior Wangling, and he was grateful.

As for the purpose of this trip, it naturally went very smoothly.

"Senior and I have reached an agreement to select talents for the imperial mausoleum. At the same time, I have taken into consideration that the luck of the Southern Region is not easy. Senior feels pity for me, so the selected people, I hope that after you go to the imperial mausoleum, you will study the luck and protect it.

Daxia’s luck must not let down the hard work of our predecessors.”

Everyone understands the first sentence, but the Holy Master's subsequent words are somewhat unclear.

But soon, he understood the meaning of the other party's words.

According to the original purpose, only people above Grand Master Zihe, Shi Can and other people from the imperial mausoleum were taken away, which was inadvertently revealed in the past few days.

But the Holy Master entered the royal tomb, agreed to the old man's request, and selected many more people.

For example, the vast majority of Zihe-level luck masters are selected to enter the imperial mausoleum.

Grandmasters at all levels including Lu Que and below, as well as some promising luck masters, are also on the list to go to the imperial mausoleum.

This made many luck masters whose names were read by the holy master overjoyed and were extremely excited.

But after selecting people, some people were dissatisfied.

"I'm not convinced. Why can Grandmaster Bai Yan be admitted to the imperial mausoleum, but I'm Grandmaster Green Bird, but I'm not on the list?" A Green Bird Grandmaster said with a livid face.

However, the Saint Master just glanced at him lightly and did not answer.

"Why, why can't I go? It's not fair. I want to see the old holy master Wang Ling, but you are showing favoritism!"

The luck master was still shouting. After hearing this, the holy master frowned slightly, but still didn't say anything.

Grandmaster Jinlin beside him sighed and said:

"Don't mess around and stand down."
To be continued...