I Have Been In the Demon Slayer Division For 30 Years Chapter 327

Yan Wang Mansion.

When Li Le returned from patrolling the barracks, he immediately summoned his confidants.

Qin Qiong, Fan Wujiu, Xuanji and others gathered together. Everyone knew what was going to be discussed and waited quietly for King Yan to speak.

After the sudden death of Emperor Hongde, a message came from the Palace of King Luo Jingyan.

After several verifications, and after listening to the original intention of the guardian martial artist, it was finally determined that the local princes could fight for the dragon.

During the reign of Emperor Jingtai, the power of local vassals was repeatedly suppressed, and now the only one who can be called the most powerful is King Yan, who controls the two states.

The army is ready, just waiting to go north.

Li Le sat on the main seat, his expression fluctuating.

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

Originally, the Northern Expedition had to be fought, no matter who was enthroned, after sitting firmly in the dragon chair, he would inevitably target the Yan Wang family.

To cut the vassal vassal from the light, to copy the family and annihilate the clan.

Now the situation is different. King Yan is backed by the righteous god, even if the ancestor Wu Sheng has his eyes closed, Emperor Hongde has repeatedly decreeed to grant rewards and comfort after he became the throne. Shun and Wuzhou can be regarded as a country in the country .

"Fight for life, or maintain the status quo..."

Li Le pondered for a moment, looking around the hall.

King Yan's subordinates can be described as masters like clouds and fierce generals like rain. He who is in charge of the real power of the two states is far from comparable to the prince of Beijing.

Finally, his gaze fell on the real person Xuanji, and asked: "I asked the real person to calculate a few days ago, is there any result?"

Without a trace of mystery, Qin Qiong glanced at Qin Qiong, and she couldn't get a reply when she called the immortal name. She had to say: "His Royal Highness, the kingdom is suppressed by a martial sage.

"Sorry for real people."

Li Le was also shocked when he heard the news of the death of Sect Master Tianji.

Such an expert who knows the number of days with numerology and numeracy is even less than two hundred years old to die, and is not even as good as most of the cultivators, which is embarrassing.

Xuanji nodded slightly, and suddenly a message came from the bottom of his heart, his complexion changed slightly.

"His Royal Highness, corporal, wait for the care of the poor, and since I heard that the big event is about to come, I will try my best to observe the secrets of my life, just a little bit or two."

"The real person is the right arm of the king, it shouldn't be like that!"

Li Le looked happy, and then said to the left and right: "Go to the treasure house to fetch the Jiuyin Xuanzhi. This thing is collected from the bank of the Wangchuan River. It can eliminate the cause and effect and weaken the scourge..."

"His Royal Highness!"

Xuanji bowed and said: "Pan Dao is divination for His Royal Highness, the air luck is unstable, and the road ahead seems to have twists and turns..."

Li Le's expression suddenly became sad, and the fortune teller would never speak up, let alone divination for the prince.

Unstable air luck means lack of destiny, and twists and turns in the road ahead mean that there is no bright future. The underlying meaning is that the Northern Expedition into Beijing is futile.

Regarding the Northern Expedition, if you do not move, there is no retreat.

Once Luo Jing is defeated and fails to obtain the throne, he will lose his righteousness with the name of rebellion in vain, which may shake the foundation of the two states.

Li Le was silent for a while, and said.

"Let's do it today, and we will discuss it tomorrow! Xuanji real person invites to the back palace, this king wants to ask for some advice."

When everyone heard the words, they turned into escape and left.

Qin Yuan.

The garden specially transformed by King Yan for Qin Qiong occupies nearly one-third of the palace of King Yan, which shows that it is highly valued.

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

"Mr. Fan, what can I do to find Qin?"

"Fan found a five-hundred-year-old wine a few days ago. It was rumored that it was made by Zhongzong. He knew that Mr. Qin was a good wine, so he sent a bottle specially."

Fan Wujiu took out an altar of spirit wine with the seal on the mouth of the altar. The handwriting was as sharp as a sword and pointed directly at his mind.

The preciousness of this altar wine is not only the five-hundred-year aging, but also the handwriting of Zhongzong, who is proficient in kendo, or can comprehend the art of heart sword from it.

"Good wine, good sword intent!"

Qin Qiong exclaimed and asked Fan Wujiu to take a seat, and said: "With such a generous gift, Mr. Fan is not just asking Qin to try a bar?"

"Mr. Qin's eyes are like torches, so Fan won't bend around."

Fan Wugui asked: "I don't know Mr. Qin, how do you see what His Highness said and did today?"

Qin Qiong carefully opened the wine jar, put away the copybook, and poured a sip from the sky, saying that the wine had a sense of tearing the sword into his throat.

"Don't ask the common people, ask the ghosts and gods! Poor! Sigh!"

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

Fan Wujiu muttered to himself several times, sighed, and said: "If your Royal Highness does not send troops to the Northern Expedition, Fan plans to go out for a trip. Recently, he has always heard about the dramatic changes in Qingqiu, and can't help but want to see the new land of the human race."

Fan Wujiu had to take revenge, even if he wasn't the enemy, he was already unconcerned.

The Yangao family was liquidated by Emperor Hongde, and there were only some tribesmen left, not worthy of a dignified scholar.

Qin Qiong's eyes lit up and said, "Qin does know a good place. Mr. Fan can go and see it."

"I don't know where it is?"

"The former site of Qingqiu Fudi!"

Qingfeng Xiaozhu.

Du Si visited and played tea with Zhouyi.

A few small heads stretched out beside him, looking at the chessboard eagerly, unintelligible and nervous.

Mao Jiu tried to use his magical powers, trying to read Du Si's heart, and tell the opponent of the next move.

As a result, I saw chaos and chaos, and vaguely heard the sound of the brushing wind blowing in the bamboo forest, without any thoughts.

"Interesting and interesting."

Du Si felt intimidated, stretched out his hand to touch Mao Jiu, and said with a smile: "Sir, this pet has such magical powers."

"Meow!"

Cat Nine's figure disappeared and appeared in Zhou Yi's arms for a short while, staring at him, "I am a scholar, why don't I know how to defend against men and women?"

Zhou Yi stroked the top of Mao Jiu's head and said, "You are a little trick, and you want to spy on the benevolent mind, the poor way of heaven, it can't be regarded as his chess way."

"Mr. Absurd."

Du Si said: "Students are just a matter of understanding, and they have gained more understanding. Your husband is a beginner in chess, and he can beat the students in just a few days. This is the real magical technique."

Looking at the situation on the chessboard, Du Si reluctantly gave in.

Refining the gods and masters playing games, the fight is no longer about chess, but more about the level of supernatural powers.

After Du Si's battle in Qingqiu, he traveled to Kyoto with Li Xun and visited Zhouyi as soon as possible. He knows that he has dull talent and can achieve today's achievements thanks to Zhou Yi's guidance.

I thought that with the second-ranking great Confucian realm, I should be able to repay my gratitude, at least to help Zhou Yi a little bit.

As a result, he played a few games in his spare time, knowing that Zhouyi was unfathomable, and Du Si relied on his self-sustaining knowledge and supernatural powers, and he was defeated repeatedly.

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

So Du Si was free to visit, play a few games, and write a few articles after returning home, which benefited a lot.

When Du Si converged his chess piece, he suddenly said, "How do you think about the situation in Beijing?"

"Sit and watch."

Zhouyi tells the truth, Li Long will agree to free competition and will never allow outsiders to interfere.

Du Si understood that it meant not to be mixed, and most of the masters in the middle of Beijing practiced this way.

The upper three-rank monks have hundreds of life dollars, and some even the old guys who were in the reign of Zhongzong, sit and watch the throne change, and don't care about who is the emperor, anyway, they will change after a few years.

Du Si said: "The students are ready to support King Yan."

Zhou Yi frowned slightly, and said, "You still can't let go of the past? You should not be too concerned about your relegation, so as not to give birth to a demon."

At the time when the prince was in charge of the country, Du Si beat the examiner in the palace examination and got the last name. After that, he was exiled to take care of the tea garden in Longchuan.

"It's not a grudge. The students have achieved what they are now. I can't say thank you Wang Shilang."

Du Si shook his head and said, "It's just that these villains steal the high position of the court, and they are not happy, their thoughts are incomprehensible, and they simply retaliate through hatred!"

Zhou Yi said: "Hundred officials in the court, this kind of person is always indispensable!"

Du Si said: "Students dare not say that they are eliminated. Anyway, I see one by one!"

"good!"

Zhou Yi sighed in admiration and settled in Tianyuan.

Outside Luojing City.

A escape light fell. The apparent avatar was Zhang Cheng who had rushed back from outside the territory.

Zhang Cheng raised his head and looked at the familiar city wall. He wanted to chant a poem with contentment, but he couldn't say anything, and finally said aloud.

"It's cool!"

Seeing the light falling, the soldiers on the wall shouted at Zhang Cheng.

"Beijing is under martial law, no entry and exit, please go elsewhere!"

Zhang Cheng soared into the sky without forcibly breaking through the gates. Luojing's walls were forbidden with numerous formations, and high-ranking people did not dare to enter and leave at will.

"Hurry up and report to your General Li, saying that the old friend is back, come and meet him!"

After a while.

Li Xun came to the city wall and saw that Zhang Cheng was overjoyed. He quickly ordered the restriction to be opened.

"Brother Zhang, you are back!"

"What happened to Luojing, to seal the city gate?"

Zhang Cheng was chased and killed by the remnants of Qingqiu and fled all the way. The news of Emperor Hongde's sudden death is not yet known.

Li Xun said: "Your Majesty's new mourning, the city is in chaos, it is inevitable that demons have mixed into the city, and the city gate is sealed..."

"Your Majesty is dead again?"

Zhang Cheng said in amazement that he had only gone out to travel for three to five years, and even changed two emperors.

Li Xun whispered: "According to the news from the palace, your majesty secretly took the elixir left by the first emperor, was hit by erysipelas, and was weak in returning to heaven."

"Tsk tut, grandparents and grandchildren for three generations!"

Zhang Cheng frowned suddenly and said, "In this way, isn't Chunfeng Tower closed?"

During the national funeral, it is strictly forbidden to operate in the wind and moon.

"Seven more days will pass."

Li Xun said: "Brother Zhang will bear it for the time being, I will let someone arrange a banquet and take care of you."

Zhang Cheng hummed: "What is Renren? It's so ugly! We are here to say goodbye to Chunfeng Tower, and we will change our minds in the future... Bah, we are being upright!"

Li Xun sighed and said, "That's a pity. It is said that the newly promoted oiran of Chunfenglou is good at calligraphy of Dan Qinggong, and singing Taizu opera is a must..."

"hiss!"

Zhang Cheng stared and said: "How can such a good girl fall into the dust, we must rescue her from the fire and water, and point to a good marriage."

Zhang Cheng, who had difficulty making up his mind on the position of the gods, suddenly had a choice, and he must be the old man under Yuexia.

The two were talking and came to the official office of Xunchengying.

Zhang Cheng suddenly looked at the sky above the official office, frowning slightly: "Why is the evil spirit so heavy in your place, it is somewhat similar to the Qingqiu battlefield?"

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

Li Xun was surprised, and led Zhang Cheng to the Houya school, holding back left and right, following the mysterious steps, and suddenly disappeared.

Zhang Cheng had already seen the formation, followed the footsteps, and suddenly opened up in front of him.

Lines of fierce soldiers stood neatly on the school field, with various weapons in their hands, and their armor seemed to be worn out, but they were faintly gleaming.

Zhang Cheng's spiritual knowledge swept through, more than 40,000.

Sitting cross-legged in the sky, four figures cast their magic power to preside over the formation, expand the scope of the school field, and hide the breath of soldiers.

Li Xun looked at Zhang Cheng secretly. He didn't change his face unexpectedly, and left without turning around. It turned out to be amazed.

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

Li Xun said with a solemn expression: "How could it be a rebellion? The first emperor had a legacy, and he was succeeded by King Yan after his death. The emperor's grandson stolen the throne, but was backlashed by the national fate. Now is the time to put the chaos out!"

"Where is the edict?"

Zhang Cheng glanced at Li Xun and said, "Lao Zhang can recognize the handwriting of Emperor Xian."

Li Xun said, "I haven't written it yet."

Zhang Cheng said: "Lao Zhang, I am good at calligraphy. I have copied the handwriting of Emperor Xian for decades. Do you need help?"

"It's what I want!"

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

"I look down on your Brother Zhang, isn't it?"

Zhang Cheng believed in himself: "Believe it or not, can I help you ascend to the throne every minute?"

"Cough cough cough!"

Li Xun coughed a few times and said, "Brother Zhang, don't want to make a joke. We are the loyal King Yan."

Zhang Cheng shrugged indifferently. Since half-footed into the ranks of immortals, his eyes have been raised a level. Looking back at Emperor Jingtai, Megatron has been working for decades, and that's what happened!

That night.

Li Xun set a banquet at the mansion and invited Zhouyi, Chen Ying and others.

It is during the national funeral period that it is not appropriate to do a big deal.

Moreover, it has only been a few years, in the eyes of practitioners, it is only a moment, and there is no need to say some kind words, it is still coveted.

Satiated with wine and food, I recounted a few words.

Zhang Cheng suddenly said with a serious face: "Lao Zhang came back this time, first, to break the bond between the dust, and in the future we will be an organized and responsible **** who cannot disturb the ordinary. Second, to fulfill the promise when leaving Beijing and fulfill the wishes for the princes!"

Zhou Yi, who was sitting on the side, couldn't help being dumbfounded when he heard the words, looked at each other with Cui Yuan, and waited quietly for the rest of the article.

Chen Ying said, "Brother Zhang, can any wish be realized?"

Zhang Cheng patted his chest and said, "That's natural!"

Chen Ying said grinningly: "My wish is that the national funeral will end soon~www.mtlnovel.com~Chunfeng Tower will open soon!"

"roll!"

Zhang Cheng spit, this servant is too motivated, and turned to look at Zhou Yi: "Lao Zhou, do you have any wishes?"

Zhou Yi said: "World peace and humanity prosper?"

"Cough cough cough!"

Zhang Cheng took a sip of wine and coughed twice and said: "Don't talk about these things that change the world, just about yourself, such as the promotion of Yangshen?"

There are a lot of God Refining Realms, less than one in a hundred who are promoted to Yang God.

"This matter is too simple, it's just a mere god, it's not a wish."

Zhou Yi's Yin Shen jumped out of his body, exposed to the blue sky and white sun, and appeared, enveloping him with a halo of merits and virtues, and there was no sign of malaise.

"Day trip? Or day trip is complete!"

Zhang Cheng was stunned. With the current state of Zhouyi, he was a bit smarter than him.

The Zhouyi has been practicing for more than ten years. From the layman, he is only one step away from the sun god. Of course, such a talent can be said to be a mere sun god.

Zhang Cheng's face flushed with suffocation. Along the way, he thought about the scenes of returning home and showing saints many times. In the end, it was nothing but joy.

Turning his head to look at Cui Yuan, Zhang Cheng said sincerely, "What's your wish for Brother Yuan?"

Cui Yuan looked at Zhang Cheng's expectant eyes, and it seemed that it was not good not to say anything.

"I am the same as Chen Ying!"

Chapter end