Chapter 672: The Old Slave of the Jade City Society
When the moon was bright and the stars were dim, a colorful glow shot into Yutiao Mountain City. The glow did not stop at all, and directly passed through the restriction of the inner palace of the city lord's mansion and landed on the square in front of the Saint's Palace. After the flowing light condensed, a colorful ship appeared.
The flying boat, the flying boat door slowly opened, and three young monks who were completely depressed were walking down. They were Dongfang Caixia, Mi Yurong and Tian Jiusan who flew back after coming out of the secret teleportation array of Yuzhou Prefecture.
people.
As soon as the three of them landed, they put away the flying boat without stopping at all, and directly entered the Saint Maiden Palace. The Saint Maiden Palace's palace guardian ban only shook for a few breaths before calming down again.
After a few more hours, when the first ray of light floated out of the horizon, three streams of light rushed towards him, and three Nascent Soul monkeys appeared, with the leading pointed-mouthed monkey cheeks, as thin as a mate, and their cultivation reached the peak of the mid-stage Nascent Soul.
The other two, one has a face, a thick eyebrows, tiger eyes, and a cultivation level in the early stage of the Nascent Soul; the other is a big fat man with a four-foot tall face, and his cultivation level is actually the peak of the early stage of the Nascent Soul. The three nodded to each other and showed their horns.
The momentum stands in front of the palace gate.
"Who is the monster? You can't come out and die quickly!" The monkey with sharp mouth and cheeks squinted his eyes and shouted. The sound waves were shot directly into the hall with the strong pressure of the Nascent Soul, which made the entire Saint Maiden Palace rust.
After a hundred breaths, there were three more harsh shouts, and there was still no movement in the Saint's Palace.
"Mr. Marquis, what should I do? Let's break in?" asked the short and fat man with his eyes rolling.
"Dongfang Xubai, are you sure anyone has entered the Saint Maiden Palace?" the pointed-mouth monkey-chested monkey asked with a frown.
The strong tiger-eyed monk hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Marquis, Xu Bai is very sure. Last night, his subordinates were patrolling here at night and saw a stream of light shooting here. Because the speed was too fast, he only vaguely saw it when he arrived.
The three figures disappeared into the palace, and the backs were two women and one man. Their methods of breaking the ban were extremely sharp and weird. Because this was the Saint's Palace, it was of great importance. My subordinates thought about it over and over again, but decided to report to the Marquis, you will make a decision!"
"Did you see clearly? Is the Saint coming back?"
"Impossible. Among the three, there was a male cultivator in the blue robe. Both female cultivators hugged him intimately. Does the Marquis think it would be a saint?" Dongfang Xubai shook his head and denied.
"Damn it, it's not a young couple who came to have an affair at night, is it?" the marquis grinned.
At this moment, the palace gate creaked, cracked a thin crack, and a sleepy head stretched out for a long time.
"Who are you? What a ghost? Is it still alive?"
"You... the Plague God Tianjiu?!" The Marquis was stunned at first, and then exclaimed in surprise.
"Uh? Iron-faced Marquis, Iron City Lord!" Tian Jiuban opened his eyes and said that, he entered the hall gate. He was wearing a loose robe on his body, and he could vaguely see the strong muscles inside.
The iron-faced Hou glanced at Tianjiu for several breaths, feeling that he couldn't see through the other party, so he changed into a smile: "Brother Tian, is it that gust of wind blowing you?"
"I took two beautiful fairies last night. I happened to pass by the treasure land and had no place to go for a happy life. I just happened to find that this palace is good. After all, I was the lord of the city here, so I brought the fairy into here and was romantic for most of the night.
, Isn't that possible?"
"Hehe, Brother Tian, you can do anything else, but here you can't. This is the Saint Palace, a place for the saints and the Qingqing monks in the East. Even when the ancestor Tairong was there, he did not dare to enter privately.
It’s true that Brother Tian was the city lord here, but he had long been abolished by the ancestor Tairong. Brother Tian is now the head of Tianji Sect, so please leave quickly and don’t make things difficult for Tie!”
The iron-faced Hou Bukang and Buhu said, "He knew the power of the Plague God Tianjiu, so he naturally did not dare to offend him openly."
"But my two girls have fallen in love with this place, what should I do?"
"You...?! Okay! Just be happy. When the Great monk Dongfang Qingqing arrives, you will be more beautiful!" The iron-faced Hou looked angry.
"Marty, what is the origin of this little pervert? Why are you afraid of him?" asked Fatty monk.
"Fu Lu, he is the plague god Tianjiu. People are afraid of people and sad about ghosts. Forget it, let's go back." The iron-faced man shook his head and sent a message, turning around and leaving.
At this moment, Dongfang Caixia's voice came from the palace: "Marquisted by Iron, come in, I haven't seen you for a long time!"
The sound fell into the iron-faced Hou's ears, like thunder.
"Saint Maiden?" The iron-faced Hou exclaimed in horror and flew into the palace.
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In the hall, Dongfang Caixia was wearing a snow-colored palace skirt, her jade face slightly condensed, and she sat upright on the left side of the hall. On the right side, Mi Yurong was wearing a green palace skirt, with a hint of shy blush on her face, and was sluggishly beating.
yawn.
"Sister, this is early in the morning, why don't you let me get up? "Mi Yurong said, yawning again.
Dongfang Caixia frowned slightly and whispered: "Xiaomi, it's not my sister who said you, do you have to be more at ease? It's not a double cultivation in the room. It's not good for you to have a good night or night. Look at you, you're all tired.
What does it look like?!"
"It's okay, I'm trying to make him die. This is a punishment for him to mess around outside!" Mi Yurong returned the message. After saying that, she squinted her eyes and took a nap in the big chair.
At this moment, the iron-faced Hou rushed in, knelt down at the top of the Lord without hesitation, and kowtowed repeatedly: "Saint, I kowtow to the Saint, I have been waiting for you here for several years, and now I finally got it again
I've seen you."
Dongfang Caixia stared at the Iron-Faced Marquis for a few breaths until Tianjiu sat down in the middle of the throne, and nodded and said, "Iron-Faced Marquis, you are still loyal for so many years. Even if you have no great achievements, you will not be wrong. This Yutiao Mountain City
You are also doing well. This is your soul contract card. I will give it back to you now and return it to your freedom again."
"No, no! Saint, I am willing to be your soul slave for the rest of my life, and I also ask the Saint to take back my life. I know that my ability is limited, and I am also very happy. If you anger me, you can punish me.
Don’t kill the old slave.” The iron-faced Hou’s face was pale and she knelt on the ground and shivered.
"Oh, Xia'er, look, he is a slave, he is addicted to being a slave." Tianjiu said with a smile.
Dongfang Caixia smiled and shook her head, reached out to point out the black soul card in her hand: "Iron-faced Hou, Caixia is sincerely letting you go. Although you are lustful, you are all the concubines of Mr. He back then, so it is not considered a great crime.
In the past two years, you have been defending Jade City, which is a contribution. Don’t worry, you will still be the lord here in the future. As long as you are loyal to doing things for Xilingmen, no one will do anything to you."
"Ah? Really?" The iron-faced Hou was very happy, and while kowtowing, he quietly took the soul card under his nose.
"Okay, stop kowtow, get up and talk back!" Dongfang Caixia smiled.
"Yes, saint! You have never seen saint!" said the iron-faced hush, and yelled at the two Nascent Soul monks who were still standing in the center of the hall.
"I belong to Dongfang Xubai, Fulu meets the saint!" The two hurriedly bowed and bowed.
"Okay! Don't call me Saint from now on, call me Second Lady or Fairy Caixia." Dongfang Caixia waved.
"Second Madam?" Tied-faced Hou exclaimed.
"Not bad! Tianjiu is my husband, and this Mi Yurong is your former commander of Mi. Now he is the head of the Dongji Sect, the fifth wife of Tianjiu. You call her the fifth wife..."
"No! Call me Master Mi, what a fifth lady, it's so ugly!" Mi Yurong opened her eyes, interrupted Dongfang Caixia's words, and muttered in a low voice.
"Yes! Master Mi! Old Nu's Iron-faced Hou is polite! You led the Eastern Expedition army to sweep the entire Dongling, and Old Nu has already worshipped you."
"No, no! Remember not to disturb me next time before dawn. I have a bad temper and will kill people!"
"Yes! This time it's an abrupt old man. I wonder if the two ladies will come back late at night!" The iron-faced Hou secretly wiped the sweat beads on his forehead. Only then did he realize that the little beauty above was the one who led the army in the past.
The commander of one hundred thousand.
"Lord of Iron City, what's going on here recently?" Dongfang Caixia continued.
"Return to Madam, Yutiao Mountain City is normal. Since the Eastern Expedition, all major forces have known that this is the sphere of influence of Xilingmen, and no one will openly provoke it again. The only drawback is that the popularity here is not as prosperous as before, and it is affected by it.
Influence, the entire transaction is only one-half of the original, and the harvest of the city lord's mansion is naturally only about half of the original."
"Ahem! How is Tiancheng Pavilion here?" Tian Jiu suddenly interrupted.
"Tiancheng Pavilion? God, I don't know..."
"I don't know?! You are not honest, right? God has a bad temper. He not only knows how to kill people, but also eats people!" Tian Jiu almost jumped up.
"No, no, no! You misunderstood. I want to say, I don't know how to explain it to you. In the Jade City now, there is no Tiancheng Pavilion, and it has been forced to be cleared out by Tairong Ancestor. There is only Tairong Ancestor's here.
Rong Dingfeng and the "King of the Kyushu" of the Hua family in the Holy Buddha City. These are the Dharma Orders of the Old Ancestor Tairong, and they are definitely not done by the old slaves." The iron-faced marquis was so scared that his face looked like earth.
"How much share does 'Rong Dingfeng' occupy?" Tian Jiu narrowed his eyes.
"45% of the time, the Hua family accounts for 20%, and the Li Palace accounts for 20%. The rest are small families."
“Where is the underground transaction?”
"The underground transactions are still controlled by the Golden Dragon Society, and it is difficult for other forces to intervene. Their headquarters is in the East Sanfeng and has developed extremely rapidly. It is reported that the entire Golden Dragon Society has hired as many as thirty Yuanying monks and hundreds of golden elixirs."
"Oh, the old man in Zhongpo is good, the plate is getting bigger and bigger! What's wrong with the young master's Cheng Yufang?"
"Cough cough cough! Cheng Yufang? I heard... I heard that it was closed down!" Tied Hou was sweating profusely.
"It doesn't matter if you go bankrupt, you can let it open again!"
"But it has been removed!"
"Disassembled it! Who disassembled it? I'll kill him!" Tian Jiu stood up suddenly.
"Yes...Yes...Tairong Ancestor, it is a prosperous area. After being demolished by Tairong Ancestor, the headquarters of the 'Rong Dingfeng' Yucheng was built."
"Oh, it's Tairong Old Ghost. Forget it, I didn't say anything!" Tian Jiu sat back into the big chair in disappointment.
He robbed Tairong Ancestor Tairong into a light pig in the Jiulong Formation and took over all the store business of Tairong Ancestor Tairong Ancestor in Jiuzhou. In other words, he was actually the backstage boss of "Rong Dingfeng"
It is also the largest backend boss of the outer door industry of Xilingmen, a behemoth. (To be continued.)