As soon as the voice of the young prince Jiuding fell, from the main hall at the rear, a maid wearing a red dress and with hair as thick as clouds walked in.⊙,
Under the attention of everyone, the maid walked up to Yang Ji with a silver tray in her hand.
The little prince Jiuding stretched out his two fingers and flicked them slightly. The maid understood and took off the lid of the tray.
Seeing what was under the lid, Yang Ji's pupils shrank slightly and he was secretly surprised. There was actually a martial arts secret book on the tray.
And unlike ordinary martial arts secret books, the pages of this martial arts secret book are not paper, but all made of a very high-quality blue silk cloth.
This kind of blue silk cloth is soft and smooth, with some exquisite lines on the surface. On the top cover, there is a wild green dragon with teeth and claws.
With such a secret of martial arts, Yang Ji only thought of a kind of "royal martial arts".
No matter whether they are aristocratic families, local tycoons, or nobles, no matter whether they are powerful, wealthy, or status, they are far inferior to royal nobles like Prince Jiuding.
According to rumors, all the royal members of the Han Dynasty had a huge royal arsenal, which contained a large number of "royal secrets" that countless warriors dreamed of.
Each of these royal secrets is extremely powerful, and most of them are unique. You have never heard of them outside, let alone see them.
According to rumors, when the dynasty was founded, there were eighteen princes. When the dynasty was founded, these princes not only received titles, territories, and titles, but also received numerous martial arts gifts from the royal family.
This is the origin of the original royal secrets of this dynasty.
Although these "royal secret arts" are not as good as the "royal secret arts", they are all selected by the royal family and rewarded with lower-level martial arts.
But it is very attractive to various sects and lone warriors of good and evil.
It is precisely through these huge "royal treasure troves" that each prince attracts strong men from all walks of life to seek refuge and loyalty.
Yang Ji also didn't expect that the little prince Jiuding asked the maid to bring it out on a tray. It turned out to be a powerful "royal secret skill".
Yang Ji's perception is far better than that of ordinary people, and he has inherited Confucian traditions, and his cultivation has reached the level of a literary scholar, and he can see things that many people cannot see.
Yang Ji felt a familiar aura in this martial arts secret book. It was the aura of a martial arts master at the seventh level of martial arts, and it was also an extremely powerful peak martial arts master.
"Wuzong-level secret skill!"
Looking at the secret book of martial arts lying quietly in the tray, a thought flashed in Yang Ji's mind. Wu Zong-level secret skills are extremely rare. Until now, the most powerful secret skill that Yang Ji has practiced is only a "hundred-level skill". "Ghost Walking at Night".
Although the Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night is a classic painting, it is still only at the sixth level of martial arts. Yang Ji has not yet learned the secrets of the true martial arts realm.
For a moment, Yang Ji's blood surged and his heart was pounding. Although he didn't want to admit it, Yang Ji had to say that this thing was indeed very attractive.
On the golden chariot, the young prince of Jiuding kept looking at Yang Ji's expression. Seeing his dazed look, he couldn't help but laugh, knowing that he had made a "big move".
Pills, weapons, secret techniques... these are treasures in the eyes of ordinary people, but they mean nothing to the children of the royal family.
Give these things to those who want them, and those people become the property of the royal children. This is the real treasure house.
There are all living beings in the world, and there are hundreds of millions of warriors. Everyone is pursuing powerful power. However, for the children of the royal family, although the stronger the better, pursuing the most powerful power is not their ultimate goal at all. Subduing those with powerful power
Strong martial artists are their goals.
Those with inferior talents will generals, those with superior talents will generals!
This is what a child of the royal family should do. If you don't understand this truth, you are not considered a good child of the royal family, or at least unqualified.
"...Although this incident was caused by worshiping your lord, I will never treat people who are truly loyal to me and help me. Yang Ling, this martial arts scripture of the seventh level of martial arts is my disrespect for this.
What do you think of the compensation?"
The young prince of Jiuding shook his fan gently. He looked at Yang Ji and said with a smile.
The young prince Jiuding is quite satisfied with this "compensation". I believe Yang Ling is absolutely satisfied with this kind of compensation.
This is indeed the case!
Yang Ji knew what the young prince Jiuding was thinking. If he were still Yang Ji, Yang Ji might still have some concerns. After all, the royal family's things are not so easy to get.
But he was just pretending. Two months later, Zuo Taichong would have rotted underground and would not appear. He would not have any worries about receiving these rewards.
"Wait a moment!"
At this moment, there was a sharp shout, and on the left side of the young prince Jiuding, the cold-faced middle-aged priest, with a face as cold as ice, stretched out a palm to stop him.
Yang Ji's palm was already reaching for the martial arts secrets on the tray, but when he heard the cold-faced middle-aged monk's words, his face changed, his palm shrank, and he immediately took it back, staring coldly at the cold-faced middle-aged monk.
Silent.
"Young Master Yang, now that you have taken refuge with His Highness, in order to show your sincerity, shouldn't you also take off the mask on your face?"
The cold-faced middle-aged priest stared at the thin golden mask on Yang Ji's face and said unceremoniously.
In an instant, swish, swish, all eyes were focused on Yang Ji's face like iron guns. Even the little prince Jiuding, who was lying on the golden chariot, closed his folding fan with a snap and stared at him.
Yang Ji's mask is so mysterious that it covers all his expressions, making it impossible for people to see the slightest expression on his face.
Until now, apart from knowing Yang Ji's name, I don't know anything else. Among all the people, Yang Ji can be regarded as the most mysterious.
With the strength of the Jiuding Prince's Palace, no news was found.
Not to mention the cold-faced middle-aged worshiper, to be honest, even the young prince Jiuding was curious.
"Hahaha, Your Highness, is this what you mean?"
It was quiet in the main hall. Yang Ji glanced at the expressionless eyes around him, and suddenly turned his head to look at the little prince Jiuding on the golden chariot.
"Bold! How dare you question His Highness!"
The cold-faced middle-aged priest's face turned cold and he said coldly:
"To serve His Highness, you must be aware of your effectiveness. You wear a mask on your face. Who knows where you come from. What if other people who don't deal with the prince send people? What if someone wears a mask when you are not around?
What if I put on a mask and pretend to be you?"
"There are no secrets in front of His Highness, and there should be no secrets!"
The voice of the cold-faced middle-aged worshiper was fierce, and the rumbling voice echoed and buzzed in the hall like thunder. The momentum of the Great Wuzong was so huge, the cold-faced middle-aged worshiper not only shouted harshly, but also radiated his consciousness as heavy as iron.
came out and anchored on Yang Ji.
It seemed that he was determined that once Yang Ji dared to resist, he would convince others with force and use his terrible secret skill again to suppress Yang Ji.
"Hahaha, my lord, everyone has their own secrets that they cannot tell. We come here to serve you because of the generosity and tolerance of the young prince, not as a slave!"
Yang Ji was still laughing at the first sentence, but the latter sentence was already as cold as ice and chilled to the bone. Even in front of the cold-faced middle-aged enshrined in the eighth major martial arts sect, his momentum did not flinch at all.
The atmosphere in the hall became tense again.
"Little prince, when we are together we are together, and when we are apart we are scattered. If His Highness thinks that we are all dogs and slaves, then you can only blame Yang Ji for being blind, going to the wrong place, and looking at the wrong person. This volume of martial arts secrets You take it, Yang, leave here now, you take your Yangguan Road, I'll take my single-plank bridge, just pretend that Yang Ling has never been here!"
Yang Ji's explanation was so categorical and fierce that not to mention the people around Jiuding Prince's Palace, even the young Prince Jiuding on the golden chariot could not help but blink his eyes and sit up in shock.
He was also well-informed, and asking Yang Ji to take off his mask was just a small matter. What's more, he took out the royal family's secret knowledge as a reward.
Unexpectedly, Yang Ji left immediately after a disagreement. He didn't care about the martial arts secrets at his fingertips. His status as a royal nobleman didn't seem to have any effect on him. God.
This is the first time he has encountered this kind of thing!
"Hmph, when we get to Jinguanyi, where do you think this is? Come here whenever you want, and leave whenever you want?"
Seeing Yang Ji turning around to leave, the cold-faced middle-aged priest's face turned cold, and he was about to use his capture method to capture Yang Ji.
He has been with the prince for a long time. When he encounters these guys who keep talking, he should use thunderous tactics to make them bow their heads obediently. Otherwise, how will he control them and convince the public in the future?
"Hmph! Are you trying to force me? Master Shizong, I want to leave, but I'm afraid you won't be able to keep me!"
Yang Ji's face turned cold, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
This trace of murderous intent was so strong that even the cold-faced middle-aged worshiper changed his color slightly.
His strength is definitely not as good as the cold-faced middle-aged priest, but he is definitely not sitting idle and has no power to resist. This is Taiyuanzhou Mansion, the hinterland of the imperial court, and even the royal family and nobles are afraid of him.
Yang Ji did not say that he would kill Da Wuzong, but he was still confident of escaping from Jinguanyi and escaping to the streets under Da Wuzong.
In order to successfully escape from here, Yang Ji has many ways to deal with them.
It’s easy to hide from open guns, but hard to guard against hidden arrows!
If you make yourself anxious, the cold-faced middle-aged worshiper of this eighth-level martial arts sect can stop him, but everyone else, including the little prince of Jiuding, will probably die.
Not to mention anything else, Xiao Ji, who is known as the king of snakes, and the densely packed giant poisonous bees in the Najie bottle alone are not enough for them to drink a pot.
Let Xiaoji secrete the most powerful venom into their water source, or let those giant poisonous bees secrete poisonous mist to fill the hall.
When the time comes, it's hard to say how many people in Guanyi will survive.
At worst, Yang Ji will just leave here on the Flying Bronze Corpse. Anyway, these people don’t know their true identities. (To be continued...)