"Hahahaha, okay, okay! In the land of eight states, there are 60,000 cattle and sheep, and three million kilograms of grain and grass every year. Xu Guozhu, you gave birth to a good son."
In Tianqian Imperial City, Zhao Meng in Daqing Palace was already smiling from ear to ear.
All the ministers were also high-spirited and proud, as if they were there for peace talks.
No wonder everyone looked so proud.
Such a result is a brilliance that has never been achieved since the founding of Tianqian. It is even enough to be recorded in the annals of history and leave a mark in history.
"Your Majesty has given you too much praise. Thanks to His Majesty's blessing and the power of Marquis Shenwu, I just got a small advantage and it is not considered a great achievement!"
There was no expression on Xu Lai's face. Faced with Zhao Meng's praise, he simply put all the credit on Yang Hong, the Marquis of Shenwu.
As soon as this statement came out, it attracted the approval of many people.
Because Yang Hong's move was so amazing, he struck down Zhongdu City with one sword, making all countries in the world applaud and applaud.
It also really shocked the world of martial arts. Even now in the martial arts rankings, Xu Tong is already second only to Xiao Leshan, ranking fourth in the world.
"That's true!"
Zhao Meng smiled and nodded. It is undeniable that Marquis Shenwu played the most important role in this.
On the first day of his trip to the Northern Barbarians, Zhou Yasheng was scolded so much that he ran away crying. I thought that the Shenwu Marquis would calm down for a while.
But the very next day, there was a riot in Zhongdu City, and they even killed Zhongdu City with swords. It is said that Zhongdu City was now divided into two by a huge sword mark, and the sword energy has not dissipated and cannot be buried.
As a result, the Northern Barbarians could only attract river water and pour it in, creating a river in the city, thereby using the power of the river water to slowly wash away the sword energy in it.
"Hahaha, Marquis Shenwu's sword gave the Northern Barbarians an advantage."
One of the ministers laughed loudly and said.
Zhao Meng was stunned: "How can you see it?"
Just listen to the minister say: "I heard that this river is now called Chunyang River by the local people. Many restaurants use the river water to make wine. The wine contains some pure Yang energy, which can correct their mood."
"Not only that, the local people are rushing to drink the water from the river, saying that it can cure all diseases and is more effective than elixirs. They say that it has set up a monument of merit and virtue by the river."
As soon as these words came out, everyone burst into laughter and praised Yang Hong. Of course, some people in this praise could not help but say: "This kind of good thing cannot be exclusive to the Northern Barbarians. It should be given to the Northern Barbarians." Marquis Shenwu will come back and take charge of the river project, so we can cut more Chunyang Rivers."
Of course, no one takes such words seriously on this occasion. What kind of temperament does Lord Shenwu have? He will kill with his sword whenever he disagrees. To say that he is young and frivolous is to be polite. It should be said that he is a crazy genius.
Asking this Lord to take charge of repairing the river?? Such idiotic words, if it were really said in front of him, I am afraid that the first river would be built on his own head.
It is said that after this incident, the next day, the civil and military officials of the Northern Manchu Dynasty were in mourning and forced Queen Xiao to agree to Xu Fan's request as soon as possible and divide all the eight states as compensation.
I just want these plague gods to be sent away as soon as possible. Of course, the money and treasures that were robbed from them will never come back.
"Your Majesty, I heard that the Northern Barbarian swordsman Jin Gu was killed by Marquis Shenwu with one sword. This is really a great news. This man followed the Taizu of the Northern Barbarians when he opened the territory and founded the country. He also killed many masters of our Heavenly Stem. Now he has been executed. , it is time to tell heaven and earth to comfort the souls of the dead.”
An old minister suggested.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Meng nodded repeatedly: "That's what it should be."
After saying that, he looked straight and sat back on the dragon throne: "Deliver the message!"
Upon seeing this, all the ministers immediately suppressed the smiles on their faces and stood at attention waiting for the order.
"Xu Lai's son, Xu Fan, is wise, brave, loyal and patriotic, and is a role model for young people in the world. Xu Fan is made the King of Xiangjun, and is also given three hundred taels of gold and ten thousand acres of fertile land."
"Yang Hong, the Marquis of Shenwu, has made great contributions to the world, expanded the territory, and shocked China. He named Marquis Shenwu as the Prince of Shenwu, and was given nine tins, ten thousand taels of gold, fifty thousand fertile fields, and three thousand servants."
"General Wu Jie has made great contributions to the country for thousands of years, and the great victory at Langshan has achieved this result. He was granted the title of Duke of the State, ordered Si Tianjian to be placed in the Ministry of Household Affairs, and a temple of merit was built for him in his hometown."
After three consecutive imperial edicts, all civil and military officials in the court felt envious in their hearts.
Who are you envious of? Xu Fan, this county prince is almost picked up for free. With the god Shenwuhou supporting him, and a dog, he can chew a piece of meat from the northern barbarians.
"Xu Guozhu!"
Zhao Meng looked at Xu Lai.
"I'm here!"
Xu Lai strode forward and bowed to Zhao Meng.
"I plan to set off to Hengshan the day after tomorrow to worship heaven and earth and comfort my ancestors. I will ask Guozhu to take care of the matters in the court."
Zhao Meng said softly.
In fact, Xu Lai would do this without Zhao Meng's instructions. After all, Xu Lai had been controlling the government for more than a day or two before this.
In recent years, Xu Lai has slowly handed over his authority to the emperor, but it has only been limited to innocuous gifts and memorials.
But Zhao Meng didn't have many opportunities to use this right.
This is why when Xu Tong learned about his amazing achievements in Shenwu Pass, he was so generous to give him a marquis.
After all, this kind of opportunity to exercise authority is too rare, and Xu Tong's record is indeed amazing enough, so Xu Tong can be given the treatment of becoming a prince after a battle.
"Your Majesty, don't worry, I will do my best and there will be no room for failure!"
Xu Lai bowed his hands respectfully to accept the order.
"Well, okay, okay." Zhao Meng nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly remembered something: "Hey, by the way, did the messenger say when Prince Shenwu will come back?"
"this……"
Xu Lai frowned and looked at the Minister of Rites next to him.
Upon seeing this, the Minister of Rites could only smile bitterly and said: "Your Majesty, Marquis Shenwu... no, Prince Shenwu. It seems that he has no intention of returning to the court. It seems that he wants to travel around the world for a while."
As soon as these words came out, all the ministers immediately started talking. Several ministers who saw Xu Tong's displeasure immediately jumped up and said, "No one cares about him when he wants to travel, but he still has three thousand magic soldiers under his command. Why don't he bring them to him?"
gone!!"
Old Man Gusu's evaluation of these three thousand divine guards has already spread throughout the world.
It is known all over the world as the divine sword on the battlefield.
They had heard about this team for a long time, and originally wanted to see it in person, but unexpectedly, Xu Tong actually took this "magic sword" away with him.
"Soldiers are the most important weapon of the country. What the prince is doing is even inappropriate!"
"Yes, leading troops into the arena, isn't this a joke? It's a violation of the rules."
Faced with the dissatisfaction of the ministers, Zhao Meng started to fight: "There is something wrong, but isn't this with Xu Fan? Just think of it as protecting Xu Fan."
As soon as Zhao Meng said these words, everyone immediately shut up. Zhao Meng's words were too beautiful. What could they say about protecting Xu Fan? Can they say that Xu Guozhu wished that his son would die early?
Seeing that everyone was silent, Zhao Meng looked at Xu Lai with a smile: "Does Xu Guozhu think there is something wrong with my arrangement?"
The corner of Xu Lai's mouth twitched a few times, knowing that the emperor was deliberately disgusting him, but there was still no unnecessary expression on his face. He replied coldly like an emotionless machine: "This is Your Majesty's Longen, your Majesty."
Wait for the inscription to come to your mind."
Zhao Meng looked cheerful when he saw this: "Haha, that's good! My dear friends, please withdraw from the court..."
…
"Da da da……"
The team walked eastward along the road.
“We really don’t want to go back??”
On the carriage, Xu Fan poked his head out and asked Xu Tong.
"Aren't you afraid that your father will kill you if you go back? As far as I know, Lu Ji has given birth to a boy. Mother and son are safe. Let's rush back just in time to drink the full moon wine."
Xu Tong said half-jokingly.
Li Bo stayed in Lin'an Mansion, and he would promptly inform Xu Tonglai of any disturbances in Lin'an Mansion through the team channel.
This included the news that Emperor Zhao Meng had made him a prince, and of course the fact that Zhao Meng left Lin'an Mansion and went to Hengshan to pay homage to the souls of the dead.
Zhao Meng suddenly left the court at this moment. Xu Tong estimated that it was probably related to the innate divine fetus. Anyway, this guy was not a fuel-efficient lamp, so it would be better for him to be more careful.
Xu Fan's face suddenly turned into a bitter look, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.
After being depressed for a while, he said: "It is always better for my father to kill me than to fall into Xiao Leshan's hands. This time we have really caused chaos in Beiman. If Xiao Leshan comes out of seclusion, I'm afraid the first thing he will do is to hunt him down."
we."
Ever since Xu Tong slashed open Zhongdu City with one sword, the huge Northern Barbarians have regarded Xu Tong as a blood enemy.
It is said that Queen Xiao was so angry that she fainted several times. Based on this, if Xiao Leshan did not kill Xu Tong after he came out of seclusion, I am afraid that the civil and military officials of the Northern Manchu and Manchu Dynasties would not be happy.
"I don't think so!"
Xu Tong raised his head and analyzed for Xu Fan: "When we go back, we have to face the pressure from your father and the entire court. When the emperor travels, we don't even have any support. Your father controls the military and political power. Why don't we just follow him when we go back?"
It’s the same as playing, it’s better to be outside.”
"As for Xiao Leshan..." Xu Tong grinned: "Do you really think I was made of mud? He is the one I am waiting for."
The confidence Xu Tong showed calmed Xu Fan's restless mood for a moment. For the same reason, they were much safer outside than back home.
"Then where are we going now??"
Xu Fan looked in the direction and asked Xu Tong.
"Go to Songshan!"
"Songshan??"
Xu Tong's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he said in a deep voice: "The Yuanqi Divine Sect has established a temple in Songshan Mountain, how can we not go and support it?"
He has not forgotten that this time he came to the Northern Barbarians, not because of his modest family fortune. The real purpose was the Yuanqi God Sect. No, to be precise, it should be the Yuanqi God behind the Yuanqi God Sect.
"It's a game of chess among the gods. Kill one of them first, and then free up your hands to deal with the one on top of the immortal!"
Just when Xu Tong was thinking about how to deal with this vitality god, suddenly there was a sound of fighting in the distance. Xu Tong's mind was moved. He opened his eyes and looked around. He saw two people on the mountains in the distance.
The figures were fighting fiercely.
One of them, with a cigarette stick in his hand and a head full of white hair, was the old man from Gusu, a famous scholar from the world of martial arts.
Xu Tong had already noticed this old guy when he entered the city in Zhongdu. After all, the land god, Xu Tong said it would be difficult not to pay attention.
But he didn't expect to meet him here, and the person he paid more attention to was the person who fought against the old man from Gusu.
This person was wearing a silver-white cloak, holding two strange weapons in his hands, with a red-hot palm shape connected to a handle about one meter long.
What's even more surprising is that when this person takes action, a wave of overbearing masculine energy is unleashed, like a wildfire setting a prairie fire, burning the surrounding void.
"What a domineering masculine force!"
When Xu Tong saw this, he couldn't help being shocked.
"Lao Gao, Lao Bai, keep going forward. There's a fight over there. I'll go take a look!"
Xu Tong said something in the team channel, and immediately jumped into the air. Six thoughts like stars flew out from the center of his eyebrows, wrapped around his body, forming a strange force field, and quickly rushed towards
Sky.
What is a magical means? The most typical one is being able to fly.
This does not rely on the ability of any prop card, but truly allows you to fly at will with just a thought.
It is the same as being able to shrink the ground into an inch after attaining enlightenment.
All are standard capabilities.
Of course, Xu Tong's current ability is far from being called a god. At best, he can only be regarded as a pseudo-xian.
Therefore, this method is fine for short distances, but over time, it is far less comfortable than sitting on Xunlei.
The flying speed was very fast, but in an instant, they were in the sky where the two people were fighting.
Taking a closer look, I saw that the old man from Gusu was already at a disadvantage, and when he waved the cigarette rod in his hand, he waved out a fantastic seven-color smoke cloud.
No matter how hard the opponent's masculine energy hit the smoke, it didn't move at all.
"Old guy, you are becoming more and more difficult to deal with, but you rank me seventh in the world. I have to settle this debt with you!"
Seeing this, the silver-robed man swung the palm hook in his hand more and more heavily. With one blow, it seemed to have tens of millions of kilograms of force, carrying a terrifying masculine power, splitting mountains and seas, like a giant dragon falling.
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"The seventh in the world..."
Xu Tong squinted his eyelids, listened to the man's voice, and immediately guessed that this person's identity was probably the original No. 5 in the world, the True Lord of Nine Yangs.
"Isn't this guy in the desert? How come he appears here??"
When he was suspicious, he saw the old man from Gusu calmly raised his cigarette rod to block it, and at the same time raised his hand to sprinkle a handful of black ash.
When this black ash was spilled, it turned into ink stains that covered the sky like magic, turning the surrounding world into a black snowflake.
At this moment, Jiuyang Zhenjun's face suddenly became solemn, and he did not dare to show any slightness. He inserted the claw hook in his hand on the rock at the foot, stepped on the claw hook with one foot, clasped his hands round, and shouted loudly:
"rise!!"
"Rumble, rumble..."
For a moment, the vigorous Yang Yang force surged out from behind True Lord Jiuyang, and turned into nine golden crows. As they soared and spread their wings, the surrounding land suddenly turned into a sea of purgatory fire.
"Jiuyang Zhenjun, the ancient Tibetan divine monk has broken through the inner demons, and his strength is no longer what it used to be, ranking fifth. The swordsmanship of Shenwuhou is miraculous, his methods are endless, and his pure yang energy is much purer than you.
Since you are the fourth, if you don't accept it, why bother me by fighting with them?"
Facing the Nine-Yang Golden Crow, the Nine-Yang True Monarch, this old man from Gusu, a famous scholar in the world of martial arts, began to be unable to resist.
"Hmph, you old guy is talking nonsense. Today I will knock out two of your old teeth, and then I will find the other two to compete!"
Jiuyang Zhenjun seemed to have a bad temper at first glance, and he made up his mind to beat the old man from Gusu to the ground first.
Seeing that he could no longer resist, the old man Gusu could only smile bitterly and raised his hands in the air: "Please also ask Prince Shenwu to show up to save me. I will thank you very much!"
"Um??"
Jiuyang Zhenjun was startled and immediately cursed: "You old guy, you still want to frame me?"
Xu Tong was hiding in the dark, and was shocked when he saw this. He used the power of his thoughts to hide his aura, so that even True Lord Jiuyang couldn't find him.
But this old man from Gusu was far less powerful than True Lord Jiuyang, and he actually found out where he was hiding in advance.
Seeing this, Xu Tong no longer hid it, and only said: "This matter has something to do with me, whatever, it just so happens that today I am here to learn from the masculine power of Jiuyang Zhenjun."
When Xu Tong opened his mouth, Jiuyang Zhenjun was shocked. He suddenly turned around and saw Xu Tong falling from the sky. He immediately shouted: "If you don't come here, good boy, I will go find you." After that, he kicked him.
He kicked up his claw hook and jumped up. Nine golden crows circled around him and rushed towards Xu Tong.
Seeing this, Xu Tong was not polite. He called out the Pure Yang Sword in his hand, and the Great Sun Ruyi Furnace appeared behind him: "Huo Xi!"
With a slash of the sword, the pure Yang fire turned into a sky-covering giant tiger and collided with the golden crow flying from True Lord Nine Yangs.
"boom!!!"
After the collision, Xu Tong felt the opponent's masculine power coming like an overwhelming force, and he immediately summoned the Xuanyuan Shield to block it in front of him.
At the same time, dense dragon scales appeared on the body, and he slashed with the sword with all his strength. At the moment when the Xuanyuan shield exploded, the sword edge slashed a sword light in front of him, splitting this huge force.
True Lord Jiuyang did not have that good luck. He was hit hard by Xu Tong's pure Yang energy, and three of the nine golden crows suddenly broke. He fell to the ground, with his toes touching the ground, making big footprints one step at a time.
He took three steps back to stop this force.
When the old man from Gusu saw this, he immediately took out a small book and wrote on it with charcoal: "On February 28th, in the Nameless Mountains, Jiuyang Zhenjun and Prince Shenwu had a sword fight. The two of them decided the winner with one move.
Mr. Yang Zhen took three steps back before he could stand still..."
Old Man Gusu was writing and reading at the same time, causing Jiuyang Zhenjun's face to darken and he cursed: "Old man, don't write blindly, I only took two and a half steps back!"
As he spoke, he raised his left foot and showed Old Man Gusu that there was only half a footprint under his foot.
I don’t know if it was revenge, but the old man ignored Jiuyang Zhenjun, and then added: "Jiuyang Zhenjun is cheating, claiming to be two and a half steps..."
Good guy, you really can't mess with someone who holds a pen. Zhenjun Jiuyang's face darkened and he could only greet the old man's daughter and granddaughter with a curse. Then when he looked at Xu Tong, a smile appeared on his face.
, and cupped his hands towards Xu Tongyi.
"Awesome, people in the world say that there is a rising star with a pure Yang energy that is stronger than mine. I thought this bastard was deliberately irritating me, but I didn't expect it to be true. Little brother, I admire you!"
This True Lord of Nine Suns has a rugged appearance and is also upright.
Thinking about it, if you have a sinister and vicious personality, it is really impossible to cultivate this masculine spirit to such a state.
When Xu Tong saw the Chunyang Sword put away, he jumped down to the ground. Seeing that the Jiuyang True Lord was generous, he held his hands and said, "I just took advantage of the True Lord's strength to get an advantage."
"Ha, if you lose, you lose. Where can I get any advantage for you? It's just this old thing, and it doesn't take much effort from me!"
Jiuyang Zhenjun waved his hand and admitted directly that he was no match.
When the old man from Gusu heard this, he immediately wrote in a small notebook: "Jiuyang Zhenjun thinks he is invincible and is willing to be defeated..."
Now the corners of Zhenjun Jiuyang's mouth were twitching with anger, and he thought to himself: "You old guy is quite vindictive!!"
However, he didn't want to argue with Old Man Gusu anymore. He stepped forward and suddenly reached out to hold Xu Tong's arm: "Let's go have a drink. You are not your opponent in this fight. I don't believe you can beat me at the wine table."
After saying that, he glanced at the old man Gusu and said, "You guys, come together!"
Xu Tong saw that this man was very rough, so he simply went to have a drink with him.
The three of them were all land gods. The cliffs were like walking on flat ground, and they came to a bamboo forest in a moment.
There are already several hot-looking women in the bamboo forest. They have prepared wine and food and are waiting for True Lord Nine Yang.
After Jiuyang Zhenjun sat down with Xu Tong and Old Man Gusu, he shouted: "Quickly, take out the jade ice roasting that I treasured."
The woman nodded, took out a frozen wine bottle from the carriage behind her, and brought it to the table.
Jiuyang Zhenjun stretched out his hand and touched it, and the strong yang energy melted away the solid ice.
Then he will pour the wine himself.
Xu Tong picked up the wine glass and took a look. He saw that the wine was like amber, with a strange fragrance. He picked up the wine glass and drank it all.
For a moment, I felt a chill coming over me, and a moment later a strange warm feeling rose from my lower abdomen.
“Good wine!”
Xu Tong thought about it for a moment and felt that the wine had a sweet aftertaste, with a hint of fruit. It was a rare wine.
"Hahaha, of course."
Jiuyang Zhenjun was very happy when he saw Xu Tong drinking so freely. He liked to be straightforward like this. All the rules were empty.
When Xu Tong saw this, he didn't hide it and directly took out the fire knife and put it on the table: "Zhenjun, also have a taste of my wine."
"Don't call me Zhenjun. You are better than me. Just call me by my name."
Jiuyang Zhenjun picked up Xu Tong's burning knife and said casually.
Now Xu Tong could only look at Old Man Gusu aside, because he didn't know the name of True Lord Nine Suns.
Seeing Xu Tong looking at him, Old Man Gusu said, "Jiuyang Zhenjun's name is...Gou Sheng!"