Chapter 327 Zhang Cheng Returns to Beijing

Yan Wang Mansion. Reading

Li Le came back from inspecting the military camp and immediately summoned his confidants.

Qin Qiong, Fan Wujiu, Xuanji and others gathered together. Everyone knew what to discuss and waited for Yan Wang to speak.

After Emperor Hongde died suddenly, the Yan Wang Mansion in Luojing immediately sent a message.

After several verifications and inquiries into the original intention of the Protector of the Country Martial Saint, it was finally determined that the local vassal kings could compete for the dragon.

During the reign of Emperor Jingtai, the power of local vassal kings was repeatedly suppressed. Now the only one who can be called a powerful person is the Yan Wang who controls two states.

The army is ready, just waiting to go north.

Li Le sat in the main seat, his expression changing.

The Northern Expedition scene that had been deduced countless times, when it really appeared, he hesitated again.

Originally, the Northern Expedition had to be fought. No matter who ascended the throne, he would definitely target the Yan Wang family after sitting firmly on the dragon throne. .

At the least, the vassal was reduced, and at the worst, the family was confiscated and the clan was exterminated.

Now the situation is different. The King of Yan has the support of the righteous gods. Even the Martial Saint Ancestor turned a blind eye. After Emperor Hongde ascended the throne, he repeatedly issued edicts to reward and appease. Shun and Wu states can be called countries within countries.

"Fight to the death or maintain the status quo..."

Li Le pondered for a moment and looked around the hall.

The King of Yan has many masters and generals under his command. He is in charge of the two states, which is far beyond the comparison of the princes in Beijing.

Finally, his eyes fell on Xuanji Zhenren and asked, "Did you ask Zhenren to predict the fortune a few days ago?"

Xuanji glanced at Qin Qiong without leaving a trace. He called the immortal's name in his heart but got no response, so he had to say, "Your Highness, the country has the Martial Saint to suppress it, and the fortune is prosperous. Even if the master is alive, it is difficult to predict the future."

"Zhenren mourns."

Li Le was also shocked by the news of the death of the Tianji Sect Master.

Such a wise man who knows the destiny of heaven died before the age of 200, even worse than most spiritual cultivators. It is a pity.

Xuanji nodded slightly, and suddenly a message came from his heart, and his face changed slightly.

"Your Highness is respectful to the wise and humble, and I am very concerned about you. Since I heard that something big is going to happen, I have been observing the secrets of heaven at the risk of my life."

"The real person is my right-hand man, and this should never happen!"

Li Le's face was happy, and then he said to his left and right: "Go to the treasury to get the Nine Yin Mysterious Ganoderma. This thing is collected from the bank of the Wangchuan River. It can best eliminate cause and effect and weaken the punishment of heaven."

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

Xuanji bowed and said: "I have predicted for your Highness. Your luck is unstable. There seem to be twists and turns in the road ahead..."

Li Le's face suddenly dimmed. Fortune tellers never say everything, let alone predict for the prince.

Unstable luck means no destiny, and the road ahead is bumpy and has no bright future. The underlying meaning is that the Northern Expedition to Beijing is futile.

In the matter of the Northern Expedition, if you don't move, you'll be fine. If you move, there will be no retreat.

Once you send troops to Luojing and fail to get the throne, you will be accused of treason for nothing, lose the righteousness, and may shake the foundation of the two states.

Li Le was silent for a while and said.

"That's it for today, and we'll discuss it tomorrow! Master Xuanji, please enter the back house, I have something to ask you."

Hearing this, everyone turned into escaping lights and left.

Qin Garden.

The garden that King Yan specially renovated for Qin Qiong occupies nearly one-third of King Yan's Palace, which shows how much attention it receives.

Qin Qiong dropped the escaping light and found that Fan Wujiu was waiting in the garden.

"Mr. Fan, what do you want to see Qin for?"

"I found a 500-year-old wine a few days ago. It is said that it was made by Zhongzong. I know that Mr. Qin likes wine, so I specially sent a jar."

Fan Wujiu took out a jar of spiritual wine. The seal on the mouth of the jar was as sharp as a sword, pointing directly to the mind.

The preciousness of this jar of wine is not only that it is 500 years old, but also that it was written by Zhongzong himself. People who are proficient in swordsmanship may be able to comprehend the art of heart sword from it.

"Good wine, good sword spirit!"

Qin Qiong exclaimed, asked Fan Wujiu to sit down, and said: "Such a generous gift, Mr. Fan is not just asking Qin to taste the wine?"

"Mr. Qin has a keen eye, so I won't beat around the bush."

Fan Wujiu asked: "I wonder how Mr. Qin sees what His Highness said and did today?"

Qin Qiong carefully opened the wine jar, put away the copybook, looked up to the sky and poured a mouthful. He felt like a sword cutting into his throat when the wine went down his throat, and said.

"Don't ask about the people, ask about ghosts and gods! Pitiful! Lamentable!"

"Don't ask about the people, ask about ghosts and gods..."

Fan Wujiu muttered to himself several times, sighed, and said: "If Your Highness does not send troops to the north, Fan plans to travel. Recently, I have heard about the dramatic changes in Qingqiu, and I can't help but want to see the new land of the human race."

Fan Wujiu's great revenge was avenged, even if he didn't kill his enemy, he was no longer worried.

Yan Gao's family was liquidated by Emperor Hongde, and only some side branches were left. It was not worth the first-class scholar to take action.

Qin Qiong's eyes lit up and said: "Qin knows a good place, Mr. Fan can go and have a look."

"Where is it?"

"The old site of Qingqiu Blessed Land!"

...

Qingfeng Xiaozhu.

Du Si came to visit and drank tea and played chess with Zhou Yi.

A few little heads popped out from the side, staring at the chessboard eagerly, not understanding and nervous.

Mao Jiu tried to use his magical powers to read Du Si's mind and tell the immortal how his opponent would move next.

As a result, I saw a chaotic scene, and vaguely heard the sound of wind blowing through the bamboo forest, but I didn't have any thoughts.

"Interesting, interesting."

Du Si felt something in his heart, and reached out to touch Mao Jiu, and said with a smile: "Sir, this pet has such magical powers."

"Meow!"

Mao Jiu disappeared, and appeared in Zhou Yi's arms in an instant, staring at him: "You are a scholar, why don't you protect men and women?"

Zhou Yi stroked Mao Jiu's head and said, "You are trying to spy on Shouren's mind with your little tricks. My Tianji technique can't predict his chess moves."

"Sir, you are too kind."

Du Si said, "I just understand a little more about the heart. Sir, you are a beginner in chess, but you can beat me in just a few days. That's the real magic."

Looking at the situation on the chessboard, Du Si had no choice but to admit defeat.

When the masters of the spirit refinement play chess, it is no longer the way of chess, but more about the level of magic.

After the battle of Qingqiu, Du Si came to Kyoto with Li Xun and visited Zhou Yi as soon as possible. He knew that he was dull in talent, and he could achieve what he has today thanks to Zhou Yi's guidance.

I thought that with the realm of a second-grade great scholar, I should be able to repay the favor and at least help Zhou Yi a little.

As a result, after playing a few games in his spare time, he realized that Zhou Yi was unfathomable, and Du Si's self-reliant magic of studying things and governing the mind was repeatedly defeated.

During the game, the power of the mind was suppressed by Zhou Yi's magical power, and it grew rapidly in just a few days.

So Du Si came to visit whenever he had time, played a few games, and wrote a few articles after returning home, which benefited him a lot.

When Du Si collected the chess pieces, he suddenly said, "What do you think of the situation in Beijing?"

"Sit and watch."

Zhou Yi told the truth that Li Long would agree to free competition and would never allow outsiders to interfere.

Du Si understood it as the meaning of not interfering, and most of the spiritual masters in Beijing did the same.

The upper third-grade cultivators have a lifespan of hundreds of years, and some are even old guys from the reign of Zhongzong. They sit and watch the throne change, and don't care who becomes the emperor, anyway, it will change again in a few years.

Du Si said, "I am ready to support the King of Yan."

Zhou Yi frowned and said, "You still can't let go of what happened in the past? Don't take it too seriously for a mere demotion, or else you will have a demon in your heart."

When the crown prince was regent, Du Si beat up the chief examiner in the palace examination and got the last place. He was then exiled to Longchuan to take care of the tea garden.

"It's not that I hold a grudge. I have to thank Minister Wang for my achievements now."

Du Si shook his head and said, "It's just that I am not happy about these villains stealing high positions in the court. I am not clear-headed, so I just want to take revenge on them!"

Zhou Yi said, "There are always such people in the court!"

Du Si said, "I dare not say that I will eliminate them all, but I will beat them up if I see them!"

"Good!"

Zhou Yi exclaimed and made a move to Tianyuan.

...

Outside Luojing City.

A beam of light fell. The figure that appeared was Zhang Cheng who had rushed back from outside the domain.

Zhang Cheng looked up at the familiar city wall, and wanted to recite a poem with a smug look on his face, but he couldn't think of a word, so he finally said it out loud.

"Great!"

The soldiers on the city wall saw the light of escape falling, and shouted at Zhang Cheng.

"The capital is under martial law, no one is allowed to enter or leave, please go somewhere else!"

Zhang Cheng soared into the air, but did not force his way through the city gate. The city wall of Luojing was heavily restricted by formations, and even a first-class master did not dare to enter or leave at will.

"Go and report to your general Li that an old friend is back, come and greet him!"

A moment later.

Li Xun came to the city wall and saw that it was Zhang Cheng. He was overjoyed and ordered to open the restriction.

"Brother Zhang, you are finally back!"

"What happened in Luojing that the city gate was sealed?"

Zhang Cheng was chased by the remnants of Qingqiu, and fled all the way, not knowing the news of Emperor Hongde's sudden death.

Li Xun said: "His Majesty has just passed away, and the city is in chaos. We have sealed the city gates to prevent demons from sneaking into the city..."

"His Majesty has died again?"

Zhang Cheng was surprised. He had only been traveling for three or five years, and he had changed two emperors.

Li Xun whispered: "According to the news from the palace, His Majesty secretly took the elixir left by the previous emperor and was poisoned by the elixir. He was powerless to recover."

"Tsk tsk tsk, three generations of grandparents and grandchildren!"

Zhang Cheng suddenly frowned and said: "In this case, Chunfeng Tower will be closed?"

During the national mourning period, brothels are strictly prohibited from operating.

"It will be over in seven days."

Li Xun said, "Brother Zhang, please bear with it for now. I will have someone arrange a banquet to welcome you."

Zhang Cheng snorted, "What do you mean by bear with it? It's so ugly! We are here to say goodbye to Chunfeng Tower and turn over a new leaf in the future... Bah, be a decent person!"

Li Xun sighed and said, "That's a pity. It is said that the new courtesan of Chunfeng Tower is good at painting and calligraphy, and is a master at singing Taizu opera..."

"Hiss!"

Zhang Cheng glared and said, "How can such a good girl fall into the dust? We must save her from the water and fire and find a good marriage."

Zhang Cheng, who had been unable to make up his mind about the position of the god, suddenly made a choice, which must be Yuexia Laoren.

As the two talked, they came to the official office of the patrol camp.

Zhang Cheng suddenly looked up at the sky above the government office, frowning slightly: "Why is there such a strong evil spirit in your place? It's somewhat similar to the battlefield in Qingqiu?"

"Brother Zhang is so sensitive that he can actually sense the breath?"

Li Xun showed surprise on his face, led Zhang Cheng to the back court, dismissed the people around him, walked according to the mysterious steps, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

Zhang Cheng had already seen the formation, followed the footprints and went in, and suddenly saw a clear view in front of him.

Lines of fierce soldiers stood in the training ground in an orderly manner, holding all kinds of weapons, and their armor seemed worn out, but faintly shining with spiritual light.

Zhang Cheng's spiritual sense swept over, and there were more than 40,000.

Four figures were sitting cross-legged in the sky, exerting their magic power to preside over the formation, expanding the scope of the training ground, and hiding the breath of the soldiers.

Li Xun secretly looked at Zhang Cheng, unexpectedly, his face did not change, and he did not turn around and leave, but was surprised.

Zhang Cheng nodded and said, "You are quite courageous, are you planning to rebel?"

Li Xun said solemnly, "How can it be a rebellion? The late emperor left a will, and the Prince of Yan succeeded to the throne after his death. The crown prince stole the throne, but was hit by the fate of the country. Now is the time to set things right!"

"Where is the will?"

Zhang Cheng glanced at Li Xun and said, "Old Zhang can recognize the handwriting of the late emperor."

Li Xun said, "It has not been written yet."

Zhang Cheng said, "Old Zhang is good at calligraphy, and has copied the handwriting of the late emperor for decades. , do you need help?"

"I really want it!"

Li Xun whispered: "Brother Zhang, this matter is quite dangerous. If it fails, it may affect the clan members."

"I underestimated you, Brother Zhang!"

Zhang Cheng said confidently: "Do you believe that I, Old Zhang, can help you ascend the throne in a minute?"

"Cough cough cough!"

Li Xun coughed a few times and said: "Brother Zhang, don't joke. I am the loyal Prince of Yan."

Zhang Cheng shrugged indifferently. Since he stepped into the ranks of immortals, his vision has been raised. Looking back at Emperor Jingtai, he was powerful for decades, but that was all!

That night.

Li Xun set up a banquet at his mansion and invited Zhou Yi, Chen Ying and others.

A few years is just a blink of an eye in the eyes of practitioners, and there is no need to say polite words. They still toasted each other.

After eating and drinking, they talked for a while.

Zhang Cheng said solemnly: "Old Zhang came back this time, first to break the worldly ties, and second to realize your wishes!"

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Li Xun secretly looked at Zhang Cheng, unexpectedly, he didn't change his face, and didn't turn around and leave, but was surprised.

Zhang Cheng nodded and said: "You are quite courageous, do you want to rebel?"

Li Xun said solemnly: "How can it be a rebellion? The late emperor left a will, and after his death, the King of Yan succeeded to the throne. The crown prince stole the throne, but was hit by the backlash of the country. Now is the time to set things right!"

"Where is the will?"

Zhang Cheng glanced at Li Xun and said: "Old Zhang can recognize the handwriting of the late emperor."

Li Xun said: "It hasn't been written yet."

Zhang Cheng said: "Old Zhang, I am good at calligraphy, and I have copied the handwriting of the late emperor for decades. Do you need help?"

"I really want it!"

Li Xun whispered: "Brother Zhang, this matter is quite dangerous. If it fails, it may affect the clan members."

"I underestimated you, Brother Zhang!"

Zhang Cheng said confidently: "Do you believe that I, Old Zhang, can help you ascend the throne in a minute?"

"Cough cough cough!"

Li Xun coughed a few times and said: "Brother Zhang, don't joke. I am the loyal Prince of Yan."

Zhang Cheng shrugged indifferently. Since he stepped into the ranks of immortals, his vision has been raised. Looking back at Emperor Jingtai, he was powerful for decades, but that was all!

That night.

Li Xun set up a banquet at his mansion and invited Zhou Yi, Chen Ying and others.

A few years is just a blink of an eye in the eyes of practitioners, and there is no need to say polite words. They still toasted each other.

After eating and drinking, they talked for a while.

Zhang Cheng said solemnly: "Old Zhang came back this time, firstly to sever ties with the secular world, and secondly to help you realize your wishes!"