Xie Daoyun obviously thought of going together with him, thinking that he had made the right choice in disguise this time. This Zishan seemed calm, but there was always a feeling of turmoil.
At this time, Zhang Zijiang went over and shouted: "You are blind... Ahem, we are the Yulin Army, and we have come to repair the palace on Zishan Mountain under the emperor's order. This is our leader, General Shen Houzu!"
He almost cursed out loud, but when he realized that the other party was a disciple of the Imperial Master, he swallowed the curse words in time.
Zu An had a black line. Why did he mention Marquis Shen when introducing me? He felt like a pervert.
"Yulin Army?" The face of the Zhengyang Sect disciple changed slightly, and he obviously knew that Yulin Army was one of the emperor's personal guards.
At this time, Zhang Xi came over after hearing the news: "It turns out that it's Mr. Zu, General Zhang, and the National Adviser specially told us that we have missed the opportunity to welcome you from afar. Please forgive me!"
I don’t know how many times I have repeated my apology today. No wonder the brothers from other peaks are unwilling to come.
But it's a good thing that I came, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to experience the joy of having close contact with Junior Sister Bai Jingchu and Junior Sister Biluo Palace Pei. Those guys would definitely feel regretful after knowing about it.
At the mountain gate, there were not only disciples from other Taoist sects, but also some other sects who came after hearing the news. Some were invited by the Zhengyang sect to come to the mountain as guests, but most of them just came to watch the fun. After all, the legendary figures of the Nine Sects
It is rare to see him on weekdays, and even if a disciple from the sect comes over to feel the strong man's aura, it will be of great benefit.
Because of this, the Zhengyang Sect specially sent disciples at the mountain gate to check invitations, jade plaques and the like.
At this time, those people around saw the two sides talking happily, and they all felt a little sour. The relationship between Zhengyang Sect and the imperial court was really good. No wonder they have received so many resources and their strength has improved so quickly in recent years.
Others were keenly aware of the anomaly. Why did this leading official look like a weakling?
There is no slight fluctuation of vitality in his body. Isn't he just an ordinary person?
It seems that a playboy from a certain aristocratic family got this position due to his ancestor's influence.
Has the imperial court fallen to this point, where such a position relies on nepotism?
Hasn’t the imperial court always preached to us that only by working hard and improving our cultivation can we hold corresponding official positions?
The disciples of these small sects suddenly felt angry that they had been deceived.
On the contrary, the disciples of the nine sects of the Taoist sect are a little secretly happy. The imperial court is so corrupt. Sooner or later, the Zhengyang sect will be deeply bound to them. The glorious days are not long away, and it will be our sect's turn to take the throne.
Seeing a series of anger points that he kept receiving in the background, Zu An was a little confused and thought to himself, I didn't do anything. Why are these people so angry?
Is it possible that a man is so handsome that just standing here can attract a lot of envy, jealousy and hatred from the same sex?
When he thought about it, he suddenly felt happy.
Next, Zhang Xi arranged for his disciples to escort them up the mountain. On the way, Zhang Zijiang leaned close to Zu An and whispered: "Master Zu, I didn't expect that the nine sects of the Zishan Huidao Sect would gather together. There are so many people on the mountain, and they are all masters. Our security work will be very difficult then.
It’s hard to do.”
On the surface this time, they were repairing and renovating various buildings on Purple Mountain. In fact, they were serving as an outpost for Emperor Fengchan and eliminating various safety hazards in advance.
But now there are hidden dangers everywhere, and they can't be eliminated.
I just heard from the disciples of the Zhengyang Sect that those who came this time were all elite disciples from each sect, and there were even some great masters leading the team. Even if they used the army, they would not be able to defeat so many masters.
Zu An looked calm: "The boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge."
Zhang Zijiang's eyes lit up and he gave a thumbs up: "Master Zu really has the style of a general, unlike his subordinates who panic whenever something happens..."
Hearing his continuous flattery, Xie Daoyun on the side felt a little ashamed for him. How on earth could this guy say so many disgusting words?
Zu An secretly sighed, no wonder everyone in the world loves being an official so much. I used to feel flattering was disgusting, just because the person I was flattering was not me. Now that I have been there, I realize that this thing is really poisonous and makes people want to stop.
However, his will was not ordinary, so he quickly woke up and found an opportunity to ask the disciple who was leading the way: "How often do you have this sect competition?"
The disciple knew that his official position was not small, so he did not dare to neglect him: "Reply to this sir, once every ten years."
"When was the last big competition?" Zu An asked.
The disciple answered the time, and Zu An calculated it, and it was indeed exactly ten years. It was obviously not a temporary arrangement in the near future.
"Then every competition is held in Zishan?" Zu An asked again.
"That's not true. Every competition is held in turn by the nine sects. This time it is our Zhengyang Sect's turn." The disciple replied.
Zu An asked a few more questions, but he really couldn't find any problems and had to give up.
Soon a group of people arrived at the Jie Yin Hall. The Jie Yin Hall was built against the mountain, with carved railings and painted buildings, and various exotic animals carved on the cornices. The whole hall was majestic and solemn, making people feel stunned when they stood in front of it.
The world is big, but oneself is small.
According to legend, the Hall of Acceptance was built to attract immortals from heaven to the earth. Of course, no one has ever seen a real immortal, so this view is regarded as just a legend.
Today's Jieyin Hall is a place specially used by Zhengyang Sect to receive distinguished guests from all walks of life.
In the past, the disciples brought by the nine sects were received here by the peak masters of the Zhengyang Sect, and then led by the disciples to their respective residences.
The disciples who led the way placed Zu An and his party in the palace: "Masters, wait a moment, the master will be here soon."
Zu An smiled and said nothing. Strictly speaking, their trip was an imperial mission. Officials from other places, even the vassal kings from various places, would come out to greet them when they saw them.
However, Wang Wuxie's status is aloof, and he also has his own pride.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of exclamations coming from outside. It turned out that the sharp eyes saw a line of purple air floating down from the golden roof. When they got closer, they could see clearly that it was a middle-aged handsome man with a fairy spirit.
The purple air is flying.
The nine masters who were resting in other courtyards in the mountains suddenly opened their eyes and looked in the direction of Zi Qi.
In the other courtyard of Biluo Palace, Wan Tongtian looked solemn: "We haven't seen him for many years, and Wang Wuxie's cultivation seems to have improved again."
The fire spirit master too snorted: "If you grow up with other people's ambitions, you will destroy your own prestige."
Wan Tongtian looked suffocated, but he was used to Master Huoling quarreling with him, and he felt sorry for her about the incident in the early years, so he didn't pay attention to her attitude.
In the Lihentian Courtyard, Guan Chouhai laughed and said, "This guy Wang Wuxie didn't even come out to greet us, and he doesn't know who is worthy of him going in person?"
In the courtyard of Kongming Island, Qiu Honglei pulled the sleeve of the person next to her curiously: "Master, Master, this Wang Wuxie is quite powerful, can you beat him?"
Yun Jianyue looked solemn: "If we met before, I would definitely lose; now, it may not be possible."
Qiu Honglei curled her lips: "It seems that the more you lose, the less you win. Otherwise, with your temper, you would have pushed him to the ground and rubbed him."
Yun Jianyue's expression froze: "Damn girl, believe it or not, I will tear your mouth to pieces."
Qiu Hong begged for mercy again and again: "Oh, Master, I was wrong. By the way, why did Master's cultivation improve so quickly some time ago? Is there any shortcut that I can try, so that I can have a better chance of winning against Chu Chuyan?"
"
Yun Jianyue's expression was a little unnatural: "You will naturally try it later, don't be impatient."
After saying that, he walked away directly.
Qiu Honglei was left with a confused look on her face. What do you mean, I will naturally try it. What kind of riddle is Master playing?
At this time, over at the Bai Yujing Courtyard, Chu Chuyan stood by the window and looked at the purple energy in the sky, with some shock in his eyes: "The national master's cultivation is really amazing, master, why don't you come and take a look?"
Yan Xuehen took a sip of tea lightly without even turning her head: "What does it have to do with me?"
"Master, I heard that the Imperial Master pursued you back then. Have you ever been attracted to him?" A hint of mischief suddenly appeared in Chu Chuyan's eyes, and she only showed this side in front of her master.
Already.
"No," Yan Xuehen's face was calm, as if he was talking about an unrelated matter, "When did you become such a gossip?"
"Really?" Chu Chuyan couldn't believe it. "The national master is also a handsome man with high cultivation. I heard many people say that many female monks from the nine Taoist sects liked him back then, but he didn't like the master.
But it’s always the same, if you don’t like such a perfect man, Master, then what kind of man do you like?”
"boom!"
There was a crisp sound, and it turned out that Yan Xuehen's hand shook and she lost her grip on the teacup and fell to the ground.
Seeing his apprentice's surprised and suspicious eyes, Yan Xuehen immediately darkened his face: "Have you forgotten what is the most important thing about practicing "Tai Shang Forgetting Love"? Why is it that all you can think about now is love and love! I will punish you for copying Bing Xin.