The fiery red fishing boat soared in the sky, getting farther and farther away, getting smaller and smaller, and gradually disappeared into the sky.
Turning his head, Wei Shengyan looked at Yinxiao and Yinzhuang, who bowed their heads, and his eyes moved slightly, "You two, your Majesty has already returned the imperial edict. Shouldn't we also return to Pingting?"
Yin Xiao looked at the humble 'ship owner' and didn't notice anything strange. Apart from being a little angry when he ran away in a thunderstorm, Yin Xiao had no other trouble with him. He nodded slightly and said: "Let Xuan Jing go.
, By the way, your Wei Sheng family should have a fishing boat nearby, right?"
Wei Shengyan nodded and chuckled, and said: "Of course there is. The Weisheng family's industry is spread throughout Suchuan, and the city closest to Yulin Valley also has branches. When they see my Weisheng family's hanging crystal, they will naturally be the first to do so.
Time to pick us up.”
His eyes swept over the two sisters, and the trace of worry on Yin Zhuang's face deepened. Wei Shengyan took out the hanging crystal from his arms in a hurry, gently pulled the lead, and after a moment, a brilliant firework shot straight into the sky.
Beautiful clouds bloomed, and the word "micro" was embellished on them, which will last forever.
…………
In the distance, there is a fishing boat heading to Zhaodu.
A young man, a girl, and an old man, three people of different identities stood on the deck of the ship, looking at the hanging crystals in the distance that were much brighter than fireworks.
Linglong leaned on the railing with both hands and smiled as she watched the fireworks appear. After a moment, she slightly raised her face and said to Lu Ming: "Tell me, why did you say last night that Sister Yinzhuang had awakened the power of Yin?
, and then you only tell half of it?”
Based on Linglong's understanding of Lu Ming, he didn't think that Lu Ming really tricked someone into falling asleep. There must be a deep meaning in this, but she hasn't figured it out yet.
But she always didn't like to think about things she couldn't understand, so she could just ask him.
He stretched out his hand and pinched the baby's fat little face out of habit. Lu Ming did not dare to exert any force. He sniffed and said with a slight air of dignity: "I don't have clairvoyance eyes. How could I know that Yin Zhuang has awakened?"
The Yin clan has no power of judgment."
"and you?"
"Of course I made it up, it's all for the sake of the captain Wei Shengyan."
Lu Ming looked at the huge word "Weisheng" and explained: "I don't believe that a fake poison can control a person like him. He is a rich man and he is so arrogant. This is simply not what a person can do."
controlling."
"This kind of person is like a mental illness. He has to be smooth and rebellious, a slap in the face and a sweet date."
"It doesn't matter whether Yin Zhuang has awakened Yin's power of judgment. What's important is that after I said something, Wei Shengyan will be more careful about them, and I told him this news out of love and reason.
, he has to occupy my side on the surface.
Marquis Pingjiang’s also has to be a little further back.”
The girl listened quietly, and after a while she felt that she had grasped the key point. She raised her head and looked at the young man in shock: "You even gave me fake poison?"
"Fake!"
Linglong reached out and pinched Lu Ming's face and said fiercely: "How can you be so damaging? Not a single word of what you said is true. How can I trust you in the future?!"
He stretched out his hand and disdainfully pulled away the girl who was trying to pretend to be fierce. Lu Ming touched his forehead, smoothed his hair, looked up at the sky, coughed softly, and said, "Do you know what a king is?"
"This is called moodiness. I want these shrimps below to find out my temper. What's wrong?!"
"Hey, you're so arrogant." Linglong didn't want to take this trick and tried to tease him, "You're obviously acting crazy, and you're still trying to be mysterious!"
"Tear! Where did you learn the word "psychopath"?
"Don't worry about it, you are just sick anyway!"
…………
After changing into a Taoist robe, tying up his hair and tidying up his crown, Buddha Seal finally looked like a disciple of the Tianqi Sect.
"Your Majesty, at such a young age and so wise, the prosperity of Suchuan is just around the corner."
Fo Zhuan looked at the young king, slightly cupping his hands, with a smile on his face.
Looking back, Linglong looked at the tidy old Taoist priest, rolled her eyes speechlessly, and mumbled in a low voice: "You really have no vision. This person is obviously a mentally ill person, but you can actually call him wise."
"What do you know?"
He raised his head and was about to tap the girl on the forehead, but she skillfully dodged it and kept threatening with big eyes. Lu Ming didn't take it seriously. He looked at Fo Zhuan and said with a smile: "I like loyal generals like Master Fo Zhuan.
If there were two more people like Buddha Seal Master in Suchuan, would our royal family still be so weak?"
"This condition is getting more and more serious." Linglong sighed, turned and walked away, "With a king like you, it would be impossible for your royal family to be revived."
Lu Ming completely pretended that he didn't hear the girl's rant.
Fo Zhuan laughed dryly, looked at the young Lord, smiled slightly, and reminded softly: "Your Majesty, Suchuan is Your Majesty's Suchuan. You should take responsibility for everything, so that you can clear the clouds and see the light."
"We, as ministers, can only do small things. Your Majesty must have firm confidence, which is the key to victory. Only then can Suchuan restore its previous unified situation."
The words of warning, like those of an old man, carry some warning meaning.
The old and weathered person has white temples. Even if he is reminded of a warning, he does not seem arrogant or impatient. His speech is calm and orderly, more like an objective reminder, and he does not care whether it is useful or not.
Lu Ming looked up and down at the Buddhist seal in the Taoist robe. His cloudy eyes slightly overlapped with a figure in his mind. He couldn't help but smile: "As expected of a disciple of the Tianqi Sect, even if he is an abandoned disciple, you are making sense.
Come on, don’t hesitate to give way to the high priest."
"But compared to him, you seem to be more calm, and you have seen more things than your master."
A thin old man with a white beard wearing a gray robe appeared in his mind. Lu Ming chuckled: "The old man must have knelt on the ground, hugged my thigh, said some pitiful words, and then told me to work hard.
Category."
Tianqi Gate is in charge of sacrifices and beliefs.
In the Suchuan continent, there are no Sanqing, no gods and Buddhas. The only belief is the God Lord. Tianqimen is a sect dedicated to worship the God Lord. It also often gives charity on behalf of the God Lord. It is regarded as the state religion of Suchuan.
There are branches all over the mainland. People go to Tianqimen to ask for a son, marriage, fortune telling, etc. Even the succession ceremony of the emperor is presided over by Tianqimen.
The previous master of Buddha Seal Script was the current head of the Tianqi Sect and the high priest of the Royal City, the one who told Lu Ming that Zhi Huo had signs of the Divine Lord.
Lu Ming is not particularly interested in this person, but after all, he is one of his own, and he does not intend to speak ill of the high priest in front of the Buddhist seal. After all, just by looking at the appearance of the Buddhist seal, he knows that although he is an abandoned disciple, he has no intention of speaking ill of the high priest.
No resentment.
The image of his mentor also appeared in Fo Zhuan's mind. He sighed softly and said: "After so many years, I returned to Zhaodu again. I don't know if Master can still recognize me. I don't know how Qimen is now.
How is it going, Feitian..."
There were many rumors about Fu Zhuan and Feitian's bloody love affair. Lu Ming recalled the behavior of Feitian and the high priest, and after a little analysis and supplementation, he had already guessed most of it.
The old antique high priest with a rigid personality treats his talented and intelligent disciple as the next generation leader. Who knows that his disciple broke the love ring and fell in love with the leader of the Yueling tribe, who is also an important minister of the emperor.
Perhaps out of his loyalty to the royal family, or perhaps because of his instinctive disdain for the Yueling tribe, a race that was enslaved in ancient times, Old Antique took action to block the two people who were in love.
So Fo Zhuan, who was trapped between his master and his lover, chose to leave alone and came to the desolate Fish Scale Valley, staring at the abyss for many years.
As for the imperial capital, the patriarch of the Yueling clan became more and more resentful towards the Tianqi clan. As the young monarch continued to delegate power, the suppression of the Tianqi clan became more and more obvious.
There is even a matter of power involved.
Rubbing his dizzy and swollen forehead, Lu Ming patted Fo Zhuan's arm, "It's useless to think so much. No matter what, when we get to Zhaodu, all thoughts will be released after meeting."
"However, what I'm more curious about is that you have lived in Fish Scale Valley for the past five years. Have you only studied the characteristics of the ferocious beasts in it?"
After a pause, he narrowed his eyes and said pointedly: "In other words, what did you want to do when you went to Fish Scale Valley in the first place?"
Known as the most talented descendant of the Tianqi Sect, Fo Zhuan was blocked by the high priest from cultivating the next generation of successors. In the past five years, he discovered the habits of some ferocious beasts.
One person, an oxcart, and a handful of scale powder seemed a bit too simple, or the simplicity concealed some facts that Lu Ming didn't know.
Fo Zhuan smiled implicitly, and gained another layer of understanding of the directness of this king. Did he not like to hide something? He would threaten when he needed to threaten, and ask questions when he had questions. Maybe if he didn't answer honestly, the name of this heretic
The number will stay with me forever.
Or even say that you can’t return to Zhaodu?
For a time, Fo Zhuan thought about a lot. After pondering for a moment, under the leisurely gaze of the young king, he stretched out his hand and wrote the words Tianqimen on the template and said:
"Although I was expelled from the door by my mentor, I am still a disciple of Tianqi Clan. I was born in Tianqi Clan. The knowledge and concepts I learned since childhood were all taught by Tianqi Clan."
"The Tianqi Sect has existed since ancient times, even as long as the royal family. The rules and regulations within the sect and the ancestral precepts tell us that the Tianqi Sect is the place to convey the will of the God Lord, and its responsibility is to spread blessings, remove diseases, and bestow good things...
"
"Whether it is the Tianqi Clan, the royal family, or other unofficial histories among the people, there are records of the same aspect in different description directions. The god represents life and creates all things, while the return of the abyss to the ruins represents death, and the return of all things to the ruins means the end of everything.
"
Lu Ming somewhat understood the meaning of the Buddhist seal. This once young talent from the Tianqi Sect seemed to have left Zhaodu not just because of his relationship with Feitian. After all, he really wanted to hide from someone. Instead of hiding in the old forest in the mountains, he went to Zhaodu.
Traveling from north to south, to the ends of the world, wandering around Suchuan, you can live a very comfortable life.
But he chose an approach similar to that of an ascetic, staying next to the abyss for several years, studying the ruins and the mutated ferocious beasts.
Emotionally, this great talent has some problems with his ideas.
"So, you are studying...the power of the God Lord."
Fo Zhuan lowered his head slightly, neither humble nor arrogant, "Yes, the God Lord has disappeared for five hundred years, and Suchuan has also been in chaos for five hundred years. The princes have risen one after another and wantonly expanded their fiefdoms, and the chaos has become more and more obvious."
Fo Zhuan said in a deep voice: "Suchuan needs a wise king to calm the situation, but it also needs the power of a god to smooth out the chaos. Only in this way can we truly regain the people's hearts and return to peace."
Lu Ming looked at the Taoist priest with a serious expression. His cloudy eyes were full of wind and frost, and his skinned cheeks were full of perseverance. He couldn't help but ask:
"Do you think I will believe you?"
"Your Majesty will believe it."
"oh?"
Fo Zhuan looked in the direction of the imperial capital and said: "No matter how chaotic Suchuan is, no matter how much the feudal princes quarrel and do not follow ancient laws or rules, there will always be a piece of pure land left for you."
"Edicts always belong to the emperor!"
Zhaodu is the royal capital, with the Yueling Clan, Tianqi Clan, and Divine Blood Guards, the three most recognized forces that protect the royal family.
Although there were frictions and suppressions, they always stood firm by the king's side. The Yueling tribe was restored to the same status as the human race from being slaves by the border lords. The foundation of everything came from the king.
Tianqimen serves the god and is in charge of sacrifices, but when the god is gone and the king is no longer king, who can he offer sacrifices to?
The Divine Blood Iron Guards were the personal bodyguards of the royal families of the past dynasties. Before the arrival of the Yueling Clan, they had served as the royal bodyguards for five hundred years.
Although there are frictions between the three, no one will give up on the king. After all, no new king will believe that a guard force that has been dedicated for five hundred years will suddenly turn against him.
Unless, they are not loyal to the royal family in the first place.
The skinny old man with a white beard appeared in his mind again. Lu Ming suppressed his thoughts, looked at the Buddhist seal and smiled mysteriously, and asked: "Have you found anything through your research on the God Lord?"
Fo Zhuan shook his head and said, "No, but I found that the Pillar of Life was on."
Lu Ming patted his shoulder and motioned for him to shift his gaze and look towards the room inside the deck. The girl in the fiery red dress was frowning and thinking about something. While she was deep in thought, she noticed that someone was looking at her.
When he looked up and saw the two people's eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little confused. He stood up and looked at his whole body carefully, as if he wanted to find something wrong with him.
A girl from the Fire Weaver Tribe went to Zhaodu, the royal capital of Suchuan, for the first time with a mysterious identity. Is there anything wrong?
Linglong thought for a while, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with it, so her expression returned to normal again, she hummed softly, and pretended not to see the two of them.
Lu Ming walked over and looked at the girl up and down. When she was about to hit someone, he smiled and said: "The Lord of God is the most noble being in Suchuan, how can he always wear the same thing?"
Woolen cloth."
Linglong looked at Lu Ming and blinked, "What do you mean? Are you laughing at me?"
"I have a new set of clothes for you, do you want them?"
"……want!"
Fo Zhuan stood on the deck. A wisp of breeze blew by, bringing a slight chill. He immediately tightened his clothes and wrapped his body that had become cold due to the influence of the high altitude. There was still some disbelief on his face.
Is that girl who is as stupid and as divine as Junshang... the Lord of God?