I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

"There is no need to apologize. As the patriarch said, everyone is serving Chang'an now, and we should be sincere and united. I only hope that your fellow clan will not make things difficult for me in the future."

Meteor quickly calmed down, and in human form, he clasped his fists at Orange Light, the golden-winged roc.

This orange light can bend and stretch, no matter what he thought of Chang'an City before, but now he is obviously leading the Dapeng Niao clan to serve Chang'an wholeheartedly.

Although Orange Light's cultivation was inferior to Xuanfeng's before, but from the looks of it now, his resolute confession and sincere allegiance helped the Golden-winged Dapeng clan to survive the crisis of almost extinction.

As long as they remain loyal and dedicated to Chang'an, the condensed strength will be far better than his meteor alone.

The two sides don't need to fight, just serve Chang'an and make meritorious deeds, and they can quickly draw a winner.

Although it is worse for him to serve Chang'an, it is hard to say who will have a higher status in Chang'an City in the future.

Tengshe Meteor didn't want to make the relationship with the Gold-winged Roc clan too tense.

Anyway, the roc bird that I really wanted to hunt before had already died under the hands of Mr. Cheng Ao in Chang'an.

The opponent's flesh and blood were devoured by him in turn, which helped him improve his cultivation level continuously in a short period of time.

Right now, Orange Light intends to ease the relationship, and Meteor simply responds.

As for whether the matter has really been completely exposed in the future, it is still too early to say.

But as long as Chang'an City remains strong and strong, they can live in peace and even cooperate with each other as long as they work under the errands to make a living.

"Mr. Meteor's words are too polite. I will hold a banquet later, and you must honor me." The patriarch of the Dapeng Bird Clan, Cheng Guang, smiled.

Meteor refused, but had no choice but to agree: "Sure, sure, I will stop bothering you at that time."

The two sides exchanged a few words of politeness to each other, and then said goodbye.

Zhang Dongyun was in Daming Palace, watching this scene with a smile.

Under the rule of Chang'an, even those who are loyal to Chang'an City cannot be harmonious.

As long as it does not affect the work for Chang'an, Zhang Dongyun will not interfere.

Some people even want to settle their grievances,

Whether it is a life or death decision, Zhang Dongyun may not stop it depending on the situation.

Whether Orange Light guessed what Meteor Xing did after saying goodbye to him, not necessarily.

But Zhang Dongyun could see clearly in Daming Palace.

The Teng Snake returned to the quiet room where he practiced, seized all the time, and practiced earnestly, in order to make further progress in a short period of time.

The golden-winged rocs and his family live in peace with him at the moment because of Chang'an City.

But he must pay close attention to his own cultivation, and he must have the skill to compete with the Orange Light and other rocs.

Otherwise, with the passage of time, the Dapeng clan has repeatedly made great achievements, and their status in Chang'an City has gradually surpassed him, what should we do?

Even if it won't be eaten by then, the days will be extremely boring.

This is a future that Tengshe Meteor cannot accept.

If you want to change all this, you can only continue to make contributions to Chang'an City and improve your own strength as before.

At this moment, Meteor even worked harder than when he first entered Chang'an City.

In this regard, a certain city lord surnamed Zhang is naturally happy to hear it.

He withdrew his attention from Meteor, and projected Mr. Wu Yun to the Heavenly Punishment Hall in Chang'an City below.

In the Temple of Heaven's Punishment, there were many people waiting, all of them dressed as Taoists.

They are the many Taoist practitioners who were active on the land of Eastern Xinjiang in the past.

Because of resisting Chang'an City, the famous Taoist schools in Eastern Xinjiang were attacked by Chang'an one after another, and all the people in the gate were killed or captured.

The die-hards among them are basically the group of people that Ying Xiao and I contacted back then.

For example, Qingye Taoist, Huangye Taoist, and Cangye Taoist from Qingyun Temple in Tang Dynasty, Zhang Bining from Zicheng Mountain in Chu Dynasty and others.

They have been dragging their heads without bowing their heads, pinning their hopes on Yingxiao me and the Taiqing Palace behind him.

After all, for the former Eastern Xinjiang Taoist practitioners, the Taiqing Palace is the holy place of Taoism in the legend of Middle Earth, and the leader of a religion.

At that time, they firmly believed that although Chang'an City was strong in the eastern border, it would still be unable to resist the Taiqing Palace from the Middle Earth after all.

Therefore, Qingye Zhenren, Zhang Bining and others all gritted their teeth and persevered.

Tell them to directly show their ambitions to death, but they can't do it.

On the other hand, Chen Di hugged Yushan to teach Ge Xin, in order to live up to the feeling of laughing at me, and to show his ambition by death, Zhang Dongyun didn't make things difficult for him, telling him to seek benevolence and get benevolence.

And as Zhang Dongyun ruled Chang'an City all the way to the west, attacking the city and destroying many holy land-level opponents in the Middle Kingdom, the news spread back to Eastern Xinjiang, not only the people of Chang'an were excited, but Daoist Qingye and the others were also shocked.

A year begins to grow in everyone's mind:

Perhaps, even if Chang'an City is located in Middle-earth, it can dominate one side.

Later, when the identities of the Twelve Hells were revealed, and Su Pojian challenged the Taiqing Palace, forcing Peng Ziling and the others to flee, the Taoists in Eastern Xinjiang completely lost their previous hope.

Everyone began to consider retreating.

The only thing that can comfort them is that the Holy Land of another Daoist in Middle-earth is still alive, and they are walking together with Chang'an City.

This made Master Qingye, Zhang Bining and the others feel a little better.

Anyway, they didn't betray the Taoist sect, did they?

So everyone bowed their heads to Chang'an City.

It was not because of their unyielding will that they had carried them for such a long time before. How could a certain city lord named Zhang let them go so easily?

Naturally, all people continue to act as coolies to make atonement.

Until now, with Peng Ziling and Ying Xiaowo at the head, the Taiqing Palace has collapsed from top to bottom, with almost all casualties, and the real Qingye, Zhang Bining and other talents have regained their freedom.

At this time, it had nothing to do with the Taiqing Palace, but they worked hard and worked as coolies.

"When you go out this time, you should keep in mind the previous lessons so that you can take care of yourself." Mr. Wu Yun, who was projected by Zhang Dongyun, said calmly.

Master Qingye and Zhang Bining led the crowd, and saluted one after another: "We have realized the sins of the past, and we will never dare to violate them again. From now on, we will definitely follow the teachings of your majesty and sir."

Mr. Wu Yun nodded slightly: "Okay, you guys go."

"Yes." Zhang Bining responded with a roar, and said again: "Sir, I have an unkind request, Mr. Wanwang, please forgive me."

Mr. Wu Yun's expression was calm: "Talk."

Zhang Bining took a deep breath: "The younger generation is under the Zicheng Mountain Gate and wants to move to the Southern Wasteland to set up another Mountain Gate. I beg your permission."

Her blessed land at the gate of Zicheng Mountain has already been occupied by other people in Chu.

The original Zicheng Mountain's sphere of influence in Chu was naturally divided up long ago.

Now they only have three or two big cats and small cats left. If they want to return to their hometown and gain a foothold, they will definitely be rejected by the current local forces.

Zhang Bining himself is a real person in the ninth realm of Taoism, and his cultivation strength is naturally impressive.

But as a former prisoner who has just regained his freedom, it is obviously better not to be too high-profile.

Going to the Southern Wilderness meant joining the Zhengyi faction.

Zhengyi School is a holy land of Taoism, there are many masters in the sect, and there are many Yuanshen monks.

Zicheng Mountain can be attached to the righteous school, which is of great benefit to practice.

In the Southern Wilderness, Daoists, monsters, demons, fish and dragons are mixed, the situation is chaotic, there are many lands without owners, and there are often fights, but if there is a righteous faction to take care of it, it will be easier for Zicheng Mountain to find a new foothold.

"It's okay for me, but you need to ask fellow Taoist Chengyang." Mr. Wu Yun said casually.

Zhang Bining nodded quickly: "The junior understands."

Mr. Wu Yun looked at Master Qingye: "What about you?"

Daoist Qingye replied respectfully: "This junior is from the same sect as all Qingyun Temples, so we will stay in Dongjiang and listen to the master's instruction."

It is difficult to gain a foothold in Dongjiang, and he naturally knows this.

But after all, this is the core area under the rule of Chang'an City, and it is close to the inner city of Chang'an, so leaving it has its own advantages.

Many difficulties should be endured and overcome slowly.

Of course, on the Southern Wilderness side, Master Qingye will pick the right person to accompany him, and they will definitely go there too.

It is of great benefit to be able to consult Taoism from the Zhengyi School.

"Be cautious in your words and deeds, so as not to cause trouble." Mr. Wu Yun glanced at Master Qingye lightly.

The other party hurriedly said: "The junior must keep it in mind."

Mr. Wu Yun waved his hand immediately: "Okay, let's go."

All the Taoists in Eastern Xinjiang hurriedly saluted again, and then took their leave.

Mr. Wu Yun left the Heavenly Punishment Hall and entered the Tianshu Hall.

A young man is waiting here.

Seeing the old man in black come in, he hurriedly cupped his fists and saluted: "I've seen Mr. Wu Yun."

The young man looked to be in his early twenties, with a medium build and a slightly thin body, with piercing eyes and a kind smile on his face.

It was Huo Yiming, a disciple of the Prison Dragon Sect of the Western Regions.

When Ao Ying and He Sanyang went to the Western Regions to practice, Huo Yiming, as a local snake, took care of them.

His talent and strength are really outstanding, not to mention the Prison Dragon School, even in the entire Dongsheng Shenzhou, it is also the best choice.

In the previous wars in the Western Regions, Huo Yiming and his disciples of the Dragon Sect made many contributions.

After the war, Chang'an City had quotas to reward outstanding figures from various factions, and they were honored to go to the Daming Palace of Chang'an City to meet the city lord.

Huo Yiming's place in the Prison Dragon Sect fell on him.

Xie Feng and other elders in the sect obviously had high hopes for him.

And a certain city lord surnamed Zhang is actually the same...

"Have you memorized all the etiquette for meeting His Majesty?" Mr. Wu Yun asked indifferently.

Huo Yiming nodded: "The younger generation has written it all down."

"Okay, come with me." Mr. Wu Yun led the other party all the way to Daming Palace above the sky.

"Junior Prison Dragon Sect disciple Huo Yiming, refer to Your Majesty, Your Majesty is as powerful as the heavens and has boundless life."

After entering the hall, Huo Yiming followed Mr. Wu Yun's instructions and saluted Zhang Dongyun above.

Zhang Dongyun quietly looked at the young man below.

Above the opponent's head, there seemed to be an illusory black dragon swimming.

On the occasion of meeting Zhang Dongyun, Huo Yiming naturally did not dare to show any disrespect, and completely restrained and sealed off his martial arts qi and blood.

This black dragon has another origin, even he himself is not very clear about it.

After Zhang Dongyun looked at it for a while, he withdrew his gaze: "Xie Feng and Ying'er both mentioned that you are very good."

"I really don't dare to be a junior." Huo Yiming said.

"Go down and practice hard." Zhang Dongyun snapped his fingers slightly.

Then, a ray of light flew into the young man's eyebrows.