Chapter 1292 Wei Young's Obsession
"Are you not afraid that I will tell Emperor Shenwu your secret?"
Ling Xiao suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhan Xiaotian with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.
"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid, but I believe in my vision."
Zhan Xiaotian smiled wryly, his expression quite calm.
His secret lies in the Holy Body of Heaven.
However, this holy body is also the shackles that bind him.
If he couldn't get out of Wudi City, he would still be suppressed and killed sooner or later.
And with the disposition of Emperor Shenwu, do you really think that he has no intention of destroying the Zhan Dynasty?
The time has not come.
How could the Emperor Shenwu, who ruled over thousands of ancient dynasties and stood tall for a hundred thousand years, allow the slightest threat to exist.
Therefore, sooner or later, due to a trivial mistake, the War Dynasty will be destroyed.
The appearance of Ling Xiao is the only opportunity to change the fate of Zhan Dynasty and Zhan Xiaotian.
After all, looking at Qing Cang, apart from the young master of the Lord's Hall, only this young master of the Ling clan can frighten the gods and save the dynasty.
"So, you want me to take you as a servant and take you out of Emperor Wu City?"
Ling Xiao nodded silently, as if meditating.
But Zhan Xiaotian stopped talking, just stood aside quietly, waiting for Ling Xiao's decision.
Of course, with his heart, how could he not take any precautions.
If in the end, Ling Xiao really did not agree to his request, Zhan Xiaotian had already thought of a countermeasure.
Now he is hiding in the city of Emperor Wu, the high priest of the War Dynasty.
At worst, he took advantage of the occasion of the eldest princess's wedding to escape from the city, and then led the war clan to the extreme north, into the deep wilderness.
At that time, even Emperor Shenwu will have nothing to do.
It's just that this is the worst policy. Abandoning the 100,000-year heritage will be a fatal blow to any ancient dynasty.
What's more, the extreme northern wilderness is the place where Emperor Xuanyuan was confiscated.
With the nature of this clan, it would not be too difficult to embarrass the Zhan clan, but... those barbarians who have lived in the deep wilderness for a long time, it is hard to say.
"I heard that this Martial Red Silk wedding, Emperor Shenwu will take the opportunity to open up the ancestral land and reward the princes of the dynasty?"
Ling Xiao's brows were tightly furrowed, and the purple in his eyes was flowing, containing an indescribable divinity.
But Zhan Xiaotian had some doubts on his face, obviously he didn't understand why Mr. Ling Xiao mentioned this matter at this time.
"It is said that it is a reward for the princes of the dynasty, and the final beneficiaries are all their heirs. The eighteen princes of Shenwu, except for the blood-clothed princes, are contemporary people. The other seventeen princes are all over a thousand years old. With their identities, it is naturally impossible to personally Let's compete for the qualifications of the ancestral land, so...should send the children of the clan to compete for good fortune."
Zhan Xiaotian frowned slightly, and looked at Ling Xiao with some doubts, "My lord is planning to..."
"I see."
Ling Xiao nodded and smiled lightly, but his face was inexplicably solemn, "Since you want to be my follower, you must let me see your value, otherwise you will offend one of the emperors in vain, and the loss outweighs the gain. I will tell Emperor Shenwu to choose one person to be my servant, and if you have the ability to overwhelm the Eighteenth Marquis, I will...accept your request."
After the words fell, Ling Xiao didn't hesitate any more, turned around and walked out of the city.
On Zhan Xiaotian's face, there was an astonishing fighting spirit, and he respectfully bowed down to the figure going away.
Although Ling Xiao's move seemed harsh, it made him more determined. This young man's heart is open and upright.
At the very least, he didn't hide the balance in his heart, but said it in person, which is convincing.
The young master gave the opportunity, whether he can grasp it or not depends on himself.
With Ling Xiao intimidating, even if Emperor Shenwu wants to do something against the Zhan Dynasty, he must be cautious.
"Thank you son! Xiaotian will definitely live up to your high expectations."
"My lord, do you really want to provoke Emperor Shenwu Dynasty for this person?"
On the mountain road outside the city, Ling Xiao and Xuanyuan Weiyang walked side by side.
At this time, the celestial glow on the face of the Emperor Xuanyuan has also dissipated, revealing that ignorant and beautiful face.
"In this world, there will still be a lot of injustice. It is true that strength is the most important thing in the fairyland, but Weiyang, have you ever thought about it, why is it like this?"
Ling Xiao's eyes were deep, and he was not in a hurry to go back to the palace, but went to the mountain road with Xuanyuan Wei to enjoy the mountain scenery.
"Why?"
Xuanyuan Weiyang shook her head, every time the young master showed this expression, it made people feel... so profound.
"Because the Dao...is unfair, all races have selfish desires."
"The great way...is it unfair?"
"That's right, the strong are respected. Although there is no fault at all, those races who are born weak are bullied."
Ling Xiao stopped and looked at the distant mountains, "Although it is difficult for me to change the concept of sentient beings by myself, I will work hard to break any injustice I encounter."
"boom!!"
At this moment, Xuanyuan Weiyang only felt the golden light bursting in front of her eyes, and the Taoist rhyme evolved.
And that black dress is like the most sacred punishment of the Nine Heavens, judging all evils.
There is more than enough heart but not enough strength.
Perhaps, this is the pain in the young master's heart.
Xuanyuan Weiyang suddenly plucked up her courage, hugged Ling Xiao's arm tightly with both hands, leaned her whole body beside him, and whispered, "My lord, Weiyang is willing to accompany you...to experience the injustice in the world."
"Hey, the daughter of Destiny is determined and determined to surrender. Congratulations to the host for getting 15,000 points of luck and 150,000 points for the villain."
"Drip, Destiny
Female subject, congratulations to the host for obtaining an additional reward: 1% (63%) of the founding value of destiny. "
"Drip, the daughter of Destiny surrendered, congratulations to the host for getting an extra reward: Luck Looting Talisman."
"Drip, the daughter of destiny surrenders, congratulations to the host for obtaining an additional reward: Xuantian Baojian (gathering luck, self-starting opportunity)."
"Um?"
Ling Xiao's eyes shone slightly, and he looked down at the blushing and shy girl, finally a sincere smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
It's not easy.
Originally, according to what Ling Xiao thought, with this girl's naive temperament, it was easy to surrender to him.
To Ling Xiao's surprise, after experiencing countless "tribulations and setbacks", this Empress Xuanyuan always seemed to have a trace of obsession in her heart.
But today, Ling Xiao's words made her empathize with her, and she was inexplicably sad, so that her Taoist heart resonated, and she fell into a complete catastrophe.
However, in this way, Ling Xiao can also feel at ease... to engage in Buddha's son.
"Young Master, Wei Young will work very hard."
Sensing the playfulness in Ling Xiao's eyes, Xuanyuan Weiyang's face gradually became hazy, and she hurriedly lowered her head, as if she didn't dare to look directly into his deep, dark eyes.
It's just two jade hands, but they hold Ling Xiao's arm more firmly, just like her Dao heart at this time, resolute and unrepentant.
"Um."
Ling Xiao smiled, and led Xuanyuan Weiyang towards the mountain.
It seems that this journey of martial arts is far more exciting than he imagined.
As for Zhan Xiaotian...
I said no, but one day, I will proclaim to the world with my holy name, those sons of destiny who are in trouble, there will always be someone... to throw themselves into the trap.