In the cold palace, Daji tried her best to use the Heavenly Demon Dharma to fight against the terrifying sword energy coming towards her. Her originally charming and beautiful face had turned into a pale and pale face. This invisible sword energy was so terrifying that it seemed to split the soul.
Moreover, she was so oppressed that she didn't even have the strength to escape. She was simply a nemesis specifically targeting the demon clan. Even if her demon body and cultivation were still there, she was definitely on the offensive. Fortunately, she had a kind thought at the time and did not kill Su.
Daji's soul was completely devoured, so she could barely resist the sword energy with her human breath.
Just when she was regretting that she should not have entered the palace in the first place, she suddenly noticed that the sword energy was strong behind her, and there was someone else in the room. This person was holding a sword in his hand, which was the fatal sword.
"I'll make a bet with you. If you can survive ten days under the aura of this giant sword, I will spare your life as a goblin." The man's tone was very strange, as if it was a mixture of several completely different emotions.
The sound is chilling.
Daji's heart suddenly sank: She had been discovered by someone early in the morning! This sword energy was aimed at her. She couldn't survive even three days, not to mention ten days.
"My Taoist friend and I have no enmity, why do you want to kill me?" Although Daji did not turn her back, she could keenly feel the murderous aura emanating from this man.
"I am the new Grand Master of the Shang Dynasty. You are a brave evildoer who possessed Su Guiren and sneaked into the palace with evil intentions. You must be punished for your crime!"
National Preceptor? This is where one’s responsibilities lie. Now I’m afraid it’s hard to escape disaster. Daji smiled bitterly and turned around with difficulty. Just as he was about to speak, his eyes suddenly fell on the strange armor and she said in surprise: “Could it be that...
Are you fellow Daoist Xiaoyao?"
This time, it was Zhang Zixing's turn to be surprised.
How could she see through her identity? No, this Great Shang Guoshi had just proclaimed himself the title. Except for a few people, no one else knew the name "Xiaoyao". Even in Dong Qi, it was just called "Xiaoyao".
It's just "unnamed", why...
Daji's next words answered the doubts in his heart: "Does fellow Taoist Xiaoyao still remember the incident of Qingjiao's treachery? I am the one who was saved by fellow Taoist."
Zhang Zixing suddenly realized: "So you are... you are Xue'er?"
"My Taoist friend saved my life. I still remember his unique attire. Although it has changed now, I still recognize it at a glance. Originally, I wanted to reunite with my Taoist friend to repay my great kindness, but I didn't want to give up.
"Under such a situation," Xue'er said with a forced smile: "I haven't seen you in just a few years, and my fellow Taoist has actually reached such a level of cultivation. This giant sword alone is enough to kill me..."
Zhang Zixing thought: It turns out that Xue'er, who was rescued from Taoist Qingjiao, is the nine-tailed fox, the head of the three demons in Xuanyuan Tomb! God is really good at playing tricks on people! If he had known that this was the case, he would have killed her in the first place.
Yuanshen, there will be nothing like today.
He felt regretful and deliberately changed the subject: "Fellow Taoist Xue'er, why did you appear in the palace? And you took Su Daji's body?"
"This... I have my own unspeakable secrets." Xue'er saw that he had no intention of putting away the giant sword, and her expression was very sad: "My fellow Taoist has made great progress in cultivation now, and he is also a national master. I'm afraid I don't recognize him.
This old friend of mine..."
Zhang Zixing saw that she spoke so straightforwardly, and it was hard for him to accept the answer for a moment. Is it really necessary to use this so-called "friendship" to let her live? If he lets her go today, who will let him go someday? Will a saint do it?
?impossible!
Xue'er looked at Zhang Zixing, who was covered by Mo Kai, and sighed slightly. Her originally frightened eyes became as calm as lake water, her body no longer trembled, and a look of determination appeared on her pale face: "Fellow Taoist Xiaoyao, when I was blinded
Please save me. Xue'er owes you my life and has not yet repaid me. If fellow Taoist wants to take my life today, it is also my duty. Xue'er only blames herself for running out of energy and will never have any resentment towards fellow Taoist. She died at the hands of fellow Taoist.
It can be considered a kind of relief."
If she had begged for her life, perhaps Zhang Zixing would not be so trembling. This soft yet firm demeanor was exactly like Yu Xian's back then - even if he was just a little bit like Yu Xian, he would not be able to do it, let alone
Today's Xue'er?
The murderous intention when he first came has gradually faded, and what is left is only endless heartache. Even though he knows that this is not Yu Xian, but he really wants to kill someone who looks exactly like Yu Xian with his own hands, he still can't harden his heart. Maybe, he still
The "fool" scientist of the 24th century, not the cold, cruel emperor who should be.
"Am I no longer me after traveling here and becoming the emperor of Lao Shizi?" Zhang Zixing laughed at himself in his heart, "Well, after pretending to be emperor for so many years, let's just be willful this time..."
Xue'er originally expected that she would be unlucky today, but suddenly she felt her pressure drop sharply. She saw that the other party had put the deadly giant sword into the magic bag, and she couldn't help but show surprise: "Fellow Taoist..."
"No need to say more," Zhang Zixing finally made up his mind, "Go away, leave the palace, and never come back again..."
Xue'er said gratefully: "Thank you Taoist friend for your kindness. Xue'er owes you another life."
"I came here in secret today. I didn't reveal the information to anyone. Apart from me, even the emperor doesn't know your details. You'd better leave before I change my mind." Zhang Zixing waved his hand and turned around.
go.
Xue'er was just about to leave when she suddenly thought of Empress Nuwa's order and said hesitantly: "I came to the palace this time because I had no choice but to hide my secrets. If I leave, I'm afraid there will be no place for me in the world..."
Zhang Zixing snorted coldly: "I can guess even if you don't tell me, there must be someone behind it, and the person behind it must be someone with extraordinary status! Maybe, he is still a saint."
Xue'er was shocked. She didn't expect that he was so smart that he made a rough guess and said quickly: "Fellow Taoist, don't talk nonsense, be careful of trouble coming from your mouth."
"You are still worried about yourself. Do you know where this giant sword came from today? This is what Yun Zhongzi, the Qi Refiner of Zhongnan Mountain, dedicated to the emperor. Today he specially dedicated this sword to kill you. He must know it.
"I know your origin. Yun Zhongzi is a disciple of Chan Cult, and his master is Yuanshi Tianzun, the saint of Hunyuan. This move must be under the instruction of the saint. How dare you get involved in the disputes between the saints?" Zhang Zixing sneered.
: "I think you'd better leave quickly and tell the person in charge the truth about Chanjiao's intervention, otherwise the pawn who sacrificed his life in vain will not know it by then."
How did Xue'er know about his provocative intentions? When she heard that this was actually related to the Saint of Chanjiao, she couldn't help but change her face and said: "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for telling me. Xue'er will leave now. My fellow Taoist is so kind and kind. I'll see you tomorrow."
Report again."
Zhang Zixing watched quietly as Xue'er's figure disappeared from sight. After a long time, he let out a long sigh, with a hint of loneliness.
After dealing with Su Daji's matter, Zhang Zixing finally let go of a burden in his heart. Although the result was not satisfactory, he finally made a choice. After all, the success of the alienation plan was within the tolerance range.
He didn't want to regret what had happened in the past. After arranging some aftermath work, Zhang Zixing found Kong Xuan and took out the giant sword to show him.
Kong Xuan carefully looked at the pine wood sword for a while, and praised: "This Taoist really has some skills, and he is worthy of being a disciple of the Chan Sect! This sword is made of ordinary pine wood, but it can be possessed with such abundant immortal power.
Even if it is damaged, it can also exert corresponding power. Based on this alone, Yun Zhongzi's weapon refining skills should be superior to mine. It's a pity that his cultivation level is too low, otherwise I would still want to compete with him."
Kuaijinxian has advanced to a higher level but his cultivation level is still 'too low'? Zhang Zixing felt that his self-esteem had been hit hard and quickly changed the subject: "Although the immortal power attached to this giant palace is powerful, it also has flaws and cannot last long. Not to mention, just
Strange fire can destroy it."
Kong Xuan shook his head and said: "The magical effect of this sword lies in the word 'suppression'. It uses invisible power to destroy the enemy, such as using it as a weapon to kill, or turning the marrow into chaff. This sword can be said to be abandoning the original and chasing the weak."
The material is pine wood, which is very suitable for the way of 'suppression'. However, precisely because the material of this pine wood is too ordinary, its effectiveness cannot last long, and it is deeply affected by the power of life and death. If it encounters ordinary fire, it will turn into ashes."
"My dear brother, what you are saying is that if you refine it with immortal wood, you will not be afraid of mortal flames, and your immortal power will stay with you forever and will not dissipate?"
"Of course, although the immortal wood is also affected by the shadow of life and death, it can no longer be invaded by ordinary flames. But how can Yun Zhongzi give you a real magic weapon? In my opinion, the reason why this Taoist entered the sword in the first place is because
This sword can only last for ten days. Once the time has passed, it will become useless."
Zhang Zixing couldn't help but sneer when he recalled Yun Zhongzi's joy after hearing his plan to give up the throne in the future. However, Yun Zhongzi miscalculated a little. Ten days was enough for someone to deal with this "disposable" magic weapon.
Various measures have been taken.
Should he turn into a glutton and devour these immortal powers? Or use a computer to analyze the energy arrangement? One thing is for sure, that is, he will never burn it like the original plot. It would be too wasteful. Zhang Zixing thought for a while and decided
Show it to Fa Jie first. This master of weapon refining and arms madman should be very interested in this sword. If he gets some inspiration, he can mass-produce similar one-time magic weapons and equip them to the army in the future. It will make a lot of money.
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As expected, when he brought the juque to the front of the law ring, before he could shake it, the law ring with gleaming eyes snatched it away. Then he studied it carefully as if it were a treasure and signaled, "Xianza."
"People are waiting for you." Don't disturb me in front of me. Zhang Zixing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had to tell his thoughts and left quietly.
A few days later, Zhang Zixing had just come out of the secret room of Zhaixing Tower to practice the Xuanyuan Dragon Control Technique. Suddenly, he heard what seemed to be a lot of noise in front of him. When he went to take a look, he saw Huang Feiyan and a group of palace maids shouting excitedly.
Huang Feiyan was covered in soft armor, with a sword on her waist. She looked majestic. The maids were also dressed in short clothes and close-fitting leather armor, staggering around holding up the wooden spears in their hands. Huang Feiyan looked like a martial arts instructor in later generations, with both hands.
Leaning behind, he kept giving instructions to the apprentices. Unfortunately, those palace maids were all weak and had no strength in their hands. They could barely lift a spear, so how could they do anything else? The female instructor got angry and shouted loudly.
, the palace maid was afraid of the majesty of the empress, so she had to support herself with all her strength, but she was always unable to do so, and her movements were all kinds of strange. As the audience, Jiang, Yang, and Shang fell down laughing.
Huang Feiyan was laughed at by her sisters and became even more anxious. At this time, the maids suddenly bowed behind her and shouted long live. Only then did they realize that her husband had actually laughed at her, and her face suddenly turned red.
After the fourth concubine saw the ceremony, Zhang Zixing smiled and said: "What, our Queen Huang wants to become a female general like her elder brother?"
"Your Majesty is laughing at my concubine for her poor discipline." Huang Feiyan wondered in her heart. She used to think it was easy to see her brother training sergeants, but why is it so difficult to actually do it?
"The palace is not like a military camp. Stop fooling around. Is it possible that you still want to be a female warrior king?" Zhang Zixing just said this, and Huang Feiyan's eyes immediately turned red. Jiang Wenqiang came up quickly and whispered something to him.
In this sentence, Zhang Zixing realized that Huang Feiyan saw that other sisters could help him share his worries, but she could not help him, so he wanted to train a female army in the inner palace to assist in defense.
Zhang Zixing was moved in his heart, took Huang Feiyan's hand, and said softly: "Silly girl, if you really want to train female soldiers, my husband can teach you some methods. The maids are weak and have no strength, and they have no concept of military orders, which is different from the military camp.
Soldiers are incomparable. First of all, they should follow orders and prohibitions so that they can establish the concept of absolute obedience. In terms of training methods, the first priority is to improve their basic physical fitness..."
Huang Feiyan's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she didn't even care about the tears, but Jiang Wenqiang lovingly took out the silk silk to wipe it off for her. The more Huang Feiyan listened, she became more energetic, grabbed Jiang Wenqiang's handkerchief, and wiped the sweat stains on her face indiscriminately.
After a few handfuls were put into Zhang Zixing's hands, he even ignored the etiquette of saying goodbye to the emperor and happily took the maids to run around in the imperial garden. Even Jiang Wenqiang's personal maid Sun Yu could not escape the "bad luck".
Zhang Zixing smiled bitterly, looked at the wet silk in his hand, and shook his head. Jiang Wenqiang smiled, took the silk, and said: "Husband, this is your own fault. If you don't say those things to her, how could this girl be so crazy?"
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Shang Qing Junlan was kind-hearted and looked deeply at Zhang Zixing, her eyes full of tenderness and sweetness: "Despite this, Sister Feiyan is very happy now, truly happy."
Zhang Zixing looked at the three wives affectionately and said, "Actually, my husband doesn't need you sisters to do anything deliberately. As long as you are safe and happy for the rest of your life, that's enough."
In his eyes, they are not vases or decorations, nor tools to vent their desires or have offspring, but wives, wives worth cherishing for a lifetime.
Many men pursue women with great vigor and vow to be loyal to each other at every turn, but after getting the woman, they gradually forget their feelings, like the new and dislike the old, and even abandon her. There are countless such examples from ancient times to the present. Take the famous Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun as examples.
Jun Ye ran to Sima Xiangru and would rather fly away with him. The two of them were so in love at that time. Zhuo Wenjun didn't mind that his family was living in poverty and selling wine as a gangster, and he almost broke off the relationship with his father Zhuo Wangsun. But later Sima Xiangru was appointed Zhonglang General.
, actually likes the new and dislikes the old, and wants to divorce his wife. Fortunately, the wonderful poem of the talented Zhuo Wenjun, "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, million, thousands, one, nineteen, eight, seven, six, fifty, three, two, one," makes her
He changed his mind and was spared the misfortune of being divorced.
Even in later generations, there is also the saying of the seven-year itch. If a couple wants to maintain their relationship and love, it is not an easy thing and requires the joint efforts of both parties.
However, in this era of strict hierarchical system, men are superior to women, and it is men who are betrayed. Zhang Zixing, who is reincarnated as a human being, pays special attention to this. In this special world, although he cannot be dedicated to the end, he hopes to make him
For every lover to obtain true happiness, this kind of happiness must not only be physical satisfaction, but also have spiritual pleasure. In the intrigues of power struggles, in an inner palace that is unfathomable to outsiders' imagination, can such a unity and friendship be maintained?
The small family he is proud of is his most proud achievement. Although he does not know how long it will last, he will continue to work hard until the end of his life.
Jiang Wenqiang and Yang Jiu were so moved that their eyes were red. Seeing that the atmosphere seemed too heavy, Shang Qingjun held back his tears and said: "Although our Majesty is lecherous and promiscuous, he is a good husband who is once in a lifetime."
Jiang Wenqiang and Yang Jiu wiped their eyes and smiled in agreement. Zhang Zixing heard the four-character comment "lascivious" and knew that Shang Qingjun was alluding to the "brave" scene in which he single-handedly fought four women the night before. Hehehe
Yixiao: "If you are not dissolute and immoral, how can you see your husband's 'advantages'?"
The three girls' jade cheeks were flushed, and they all spat lightly, and Zhang Zixing laughed heartily. Life is like this, what else can a husband ask for? For these beloved women, for this family, this country, no matter how difficult it is, we must persevere.
Just like the poem inscribed at the Nuwa Temple: After a thousand blows, you are still strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south!
Jiang Wenqiang suddenly thought of something and said: "Husband, how do you want to settle the daughter of the Su family? Is it possible to imprison her in the cold palace for the rest of her life? Even if her father is at fault, the fault is not hers, so why should my husband vent his anger on this poor woman?
On the woman?”
Knowing that Xue'er had already left the palace, Zhang Zixing smiled slightly and remained noncommittal.
But Yang Jiu's next sentence made him immediately change his expression: "Yes, yesterday I saw her sitting alone at the entrance of the cold palace from a distance. She felt so lonely. Husband, why don't we go and see her together?"