~Date: ~November 08~

Half a day later, in the newly built Jianshi Palace, tens of thousands of miles away, Jianzheng looked at the mountains of documents piled up on the table with a calm expression. His appearance did not change much from eight years ago. He was still so heroic and majestic, especially his silver hair, which was brighter and more elegant than before.

At this moment, there was an indescribable heroic spirit between Jian's eyebrows. Although his entire strength was still there, without further breakthroughs, and he could compete with Perot for a long time, his temperament was no longer the same, because his mood was improved, and he was gradually cultivating his mind for half a year.

This is also the mystery he saw from the present realm practice technique obtained from the Ancient Scrolls. If you want to break through the holy realm and enter the divine realm, you must first practice your mind. Only when your mind surpasses more holy realm can you break through the possibility of strength. Otherwise, it will be futile to continue practicing without hesitation.

Therefore, now I am more like a worldly-school king, and no longer just a simple cultivator, he has become more restrained than before.

For eight years, in order to improve my mood, all the other time has been spent on handling state affairs except for the Jin practice that I have to persist in every day.

Because, he felt that only by doing this and temporarily forgetting that I am a peak powerhouse in the Holy Realm, can I gradually improve my mood, and in this way, I have the opportunity to break through the bottleneck of the peak of the Holy Realm.

Although it is not certain that this method will definitely succeed, he has time, and he needs a lot of effort to rebuild the Ottoman Empire, so he did so.

Facts finally proved that his approach was correct, and the gradual transformation of his temperament at this moment was the best proof.

But just this is the case, but the strength cannot be improved with the improvement of the state of mind. Therefore, we will continue to practice over and over again. This not only cultivates oneself, but also cultivates the mind.

Today is the most ordinary day in eight years. It is noon now. After reading the last stack of documents in my hand, I got up, walked out of the room where I handled state affairs, and walked towards the palace in the kitchen.

In the past, no one dared to disturb him at this time, let alone send a signal to his unique communicator. Because, in the day, the only time to rest in the day is only at this time, only at lunch time can you completely relax yourself and make yourself like an ordinary person, having a meal or even taking a nap.

Today, naturally, no exception. After walking out of the room, all the soldiers bowed their heads, bowed respectfully to the gradual salute, and followed.

But at this moment, "Doudu...Doudu..." a signal sound that only the communicator could sound inexplicably.

Hearing this voice, my steps gradually retreated.

The next moment, his face changed instantly. He was no longer kind or smile. Instead, he glanced at the soldiers beside him with some displeasure and said sternly: "I have said it many times! During this period of your official duties, you are not allowed to open a communicator!"

As soon as this statement was made, Jian didn't give any orders. He just emphasized the rules in the palace again. However, the confidant who led him looked darker, showing a more ugly face than Jian's master. He pointed to the group of soldiers behind him, and shouted like a real master, "Whose communicator rang just now?

Turn it off quickly! It’s your Majesty’s lunch time! Are you still recruits!!!? You don’t even understand the most basic rules!!!”

When the soldiers heard this, their faces became pale. They were so scared that they reached out and quickly fumbled into their thick armor.

After a moment, one communicator after another immediately emerged from the armor of various soldiers, like seeds that broke through the ground, and appeared in their hands.

The next moment, all the soldiers carefully checked their communicator to see if there was a signal off. Five seconds later, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, put the communicator back into their armor, kept their head lowered and stood respectfully. Obviously, the communicator that just sounded was not theirs.

Seeing this scene, Jian didn't say anything. He just glanced at his confidant next to him again, turned around and continued to walk towards the restaurant. Seeing that the king had no objection, Xin stopped saying anything. He made a gesture of invitation to Jian and continued to smile and guide Jian.

"Please here! Your Majesty, we are ready for lunch."

"Um."

The next moment, the two of them started to talk in a low voice as usual, but before they could say a few words, "Dududu...Dududu..." The special sound that only the communicator could make actually sounded again.

He paused gradually, immediately stepped back, turned around and looked at the soldiers who followed him, responsible for protecting his safety.

Seeing this, the soldiers immediately turned pale again with fear. All their bodies trembled. Before Jian could speak or scold him, they took out the communicator and used the screen that had clearly turned off the signal and showed it to Jian.

As I looked at it, my brows frowned. Although I was a little unhappy and a little unhappy, after seeing that the screens on all the soldiers communicators did turn off the signal, I let go of my brows, and without saying a word, turned around and continued to walk slowly towards the restaurant.

But at this moment, he had just taken a step, and the "beep" sound that had just sounded twice in a row actually sounded the third time.

Hearing this sound again, he took a long breath, and finally calmed down his face and became angry. But when he turned around, he saw that all the soldiers behind him were still keeping their previous movements and not moving.

Seeing this scene, I finally realized it suddenly. I turned my head suddenly, locked my eyes on my confidant. Xin's face changed immediately. I quickly spread my hands innocently. While shaking my head, I explained nervously: "Your Majesty, it's not mine. I don't bring a communicator at all today."

As soon as this said, I became even more angry and my face became even more ugly. But at this moment, the "beep" sound actually sounded for the fourth time.

At the same time, all the soldiers looked up at each other and focused their eyes on their waists. The confidant seemed to have discovered something, with an awkward expression and a trembling voice: "You... Your Majesty... It's yours..."

But as soon as he said this, he didn't dare to continue talking anymore. He only dared to stretch out his index finger and point toward his waist.

"mine?"

Hearing this, I was stunned. My communicator has been useless for many years. How could I suddenly receive the signal today?

As soon as he thought of this, he lowered his head and looked up at his waist.

I saw that a row of signals to request communication appeared on my waist, on the communicator screen that was as close as a decoration. Moreover, the extremely dark screen was still flashing, and golden light appeared from time to time.

It's really my communicator!

Seeing this scene, he was stunned because he couldn't think of who would send him a message at this time, but he did not hesitate. Without saying a word, he connected the signal with doubt and pressed a red button on it.

The next moment, with a "hissing" sound, a face that completely filled the screen appeared on the dark screen of the communicator. This person was no one else, but Ren Charlie, who had just separated from Wuqi. As soon as he saw that the person who sent him a signal was Ren Charlie, his brows immediately frowned again, and his expression seemed very unhappy.

He told the other party this number, and he was the highest person in charge of the Mendau Plateau for the other party because the other party and Wuqi are good friends. He took care of the other party so generously for Wuqi. But he had already told the other party clearly that unless he encountered something particularly important, he must not call himself, because he was very busy.

The implication of this is that I actually don’t have any contact with the other party. But today, the other party actually took the initiative to send him a signal to request communication, so of course I was not happy.

However, just as he was gradually planning to cut off the communication using an excuse and refuse to talk to the other party, he heard a news that changed his face greatly, his inner displeasure immediately disappeared, and his whole mental state suddenly changed from displeasure to ecstasy.

"You... are you talking about it true? That boy Wuqi is not dead? And he is now coming to our border?"

"Yes. His Majesty the King, when he left, he said that he was going south, so I thought he would go to your place, so I sent you a message."

"Okay! OK! OK! Great! Ren Charlie, you did a good job, this time you made great contributions. At that time, I will definitely reward you well. Well, since that's the case, then the call ends here. Wuqi is coming, I must prepare and welcome him with the best etiquette!"

After saying this, he gradually stopped looking at the soldiers beside him, and his body shook, turning into a fleeting red light, and rushed out of the hall and left the palace.

The next moment, all the soldiers who were so scared that they were almost breathless because of the anger that had just begun, finally felt relieved and let out a long breath. But they did not leave, but looked at me, I looked at you, and their eyes lit up and started talking.

"You... did you hear it just now? Your Majesty said, Lord Wuqi is not dead! Lord Wuqi is still alive! I really can't believe it!"

"Yes! Stop talking about you, I can't believe it. I had seen the power of Lord Wuqi with my own eyes. That strength, if not, is stronger than His Majesty."

"What are you talking nonsense? Who is Lord Wuqi? That's a person you can see? Have you really seen him? Humph! Then tell me, what does Lord Wuqi look like?"

"Is this more important? Of course he is handsome and majestic. Moreover, he is tall and 1.85 meters tall, with extraordinary momentum all over his body, and his masculinity surrounds his whole body. How about it? Do you believe it now?"

"It seems you have really seen it! Good! I didn't expect that Master Wuqi's appearance is beyond our reach."

"That's it! Otherwise, how could he save the world, defeat such a powerful enemy, Balk, and become a hero? Of course, Lord Wuqi must be unique!"

“That’s true.”

After some discussion, the soldiers slowly dispersed.

However, they had agreed that when Wuqi came to the palace, they would take a good look at each other and see if the other party was as unique as the person who had seen Wuqi said. But after a few days, they saw Wuqi's true appearance, and they finally understood one thing, that guy lied to them.

Because Wuqi's appearance is so different from their minds. Not only is it ordinary in appearance as a name, but it is even a very short person. It is not even a seven-foot man, only 1.6 meters tall, and it is the kind that just met the standard.

With this in mind, all the deceived soldiers had the urge to beat the man up.

Sure enough, a few days later, the man who made a big fuss appeared in the palace with a pig face and was made fun of by everyone.

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