I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

Prince Yan's Mansion. read

When Li Le returned from inspecting the military camp, he immediately summoned his confidants.

Qin Qiong, Fan Wujiu, Xuanji and others gathered together. Everyone knew what was being discussed and waited quietly for King Yan to speak.

After Emperor Hongde died suddenly, a message came immediately from Prince Yan's Mansion in Luo Jing.

After several verifications and inquiring into the original intention of the Protector Martial Saint, it was finally determined that the local vassal king could compete for the dragon.

During the reign of Emperor Jingtai, the power of local vassal kings was repeatedly suppressed. Now the only person who can be called powerful is King Yan, who controls two states.

The army is ready, just waiting to go north.

Li Le sat in the main seat, his expression changing.

The Northern Expedition scenario that had been played out countless times, but when it actually appeared, I felt a little hesitant.

Originally, the Northern Expedition had to be launched. No matter who ascended the throne, he would definitely target the King of Yan and his family after taking the throne. .

It can be as simple as reducing the vassal state, or as serious as confiscating the family and exterminating the clan.

Now the situation is different. King Yan has the support of a righteous god behind him. Even the ancestor of Wu Sheng turned a blind eye. After Emperor Hongde came to the throne, he repeatedly issued decrees to reward and appease the two states. Shun and Wu can be called a state within a state. .

"A desperate blow, or maintain the status quo..."

Li Le pondered for a moment and looked around the palace.

It can be said that King Yan's men are like clouds of experts, and his generals are as fierce as rain. He is in charge of the real power of the two states, far beyond the princes in Beijing.

Finally, his eyes fell on Master Xuanji and asked: "I asked Master Xuanji to do a divination a few days ago. Is there any result?"

Xuanji glanced at Qin Qiong without leaving a trace, and when he called out the name of the immortal in his heart, he received no reply, so he could only say: "Your Highness, there is a martial saint suppressing the country, and the fortune is prosperous. Even if the master is alive, it is difficult to predict the future."

"My real condolences."

Li Le was also shocked when he heard the news of the death of the leader of Tianji Sect.

It is a pity that such an expert who knew the fate of heaven and earth could die before the age of two hundred. He was not even as good as most of the god-refining monks.

Xuanji nodded slightly, and suddenly a message came from the bottom of his heart, and his expression changed slightly.

"His Royal Highness, Corporal Courtesy and Xian, treats poor people with the utmost care. Ever since he heard that a major event is about to happen, he has spent his life observing the secrets of the heavens, and has learned a few things."

"The real person is my right-hand man, this should not be the case!"

Li Le looked happy, and then said to his surroundings: "Go to the treasure house to get Jiuyin Xuanzhi. This thing is collected from the banks of Wangchuan River. It can best eliminate cause and effect and weaken heavenly punishment."

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

Xuanji bowed and said: "I am doing a divination for Your Highness. Your luck is unstable and there seems to be twists and turns in the road ahead..."

Li Le's expression suddenly became sad. Fortune tellers never finish their words, let alone predict the prince's fortune.

Unstable luck means there is no destiny, and bumpy road ahead means a bleak future. The underlying meaning is that the Northern Expedition to Beijing is in vain.

The Northern Expedition is done if we don't move, and there is no way out if we move.

Once Luo Jing's troops were sent to Luo Jing but he could not get the throne, he would be accused of treason and lose his righteousness, which may shake the foundation of the two states.

Li Le was silent for a while and said.

"That's it for today, we'll discuss it tomorrow! Master Xuanji please come into the palace. I have something to ask you."

After everyone heard the words, they turned into light and left.

Qin Garden.

The garden specially renovated by King Yan for Qin Qiong accounts for nearly one-third of the Yan King's palace, which shows the importance it received.

Qin Qiong dropped the light and found Fan Wujiu waiting in the garden.

"Mr. Fan, why are you looking for Qin?"

"Fan searched for five-hundred-year-old wine a few days ago. It is rumored that it was made by Zhongzong. Knowing that Mr. Qin is good at wine, he specially sent a jar."

Fan Wujiu took out a jar of spiritual wine, and the seal on the jar's mouth was written in a sharp, sword-like handwriting, pointing straight to his heart.

The preciousness of this jar of wine is not only that it has been aged for five hundred years, but also that it was written by Zhongzong himself. People who are proficient in swordsmanship may be able to understand the art of the Heart Sword from it.

"Good wine, good swordsmanship!"

Qin Qiong sighed in admiration, asked Fan Wujiu to sit down, and said, "With such a generous gift, Mr. Fan is not just inviting Qin to a bar?"

"Mr. Qin has a sharp eye, and Fan doesn't beat around the bush."

Fan Wujiu asked, "I wonder how Mr. Qin saw what His Highness said and did today?"

Qin Qiong carefully opened the wine jar, put away the copybook, took a sip of the wine, and said as the wine entered his throat, it felt like it was being torn by a sword.

"Don't ask about the common people, ask about the ghosts and gods! How pitiful! How deplorable!"

"Don't ask the common people, ask ghosts and gods..."

Fan Wujiu muttered to himself several times, sighed, and said, "If His Highness does not send troops for the Northern Expedition, Fan plans to travel a bit. I have been hearing about the drastic changes in Qingqiu recently, and I can't help but want to see the new soil of the human race."

Fan Wujiu's great revenge was avenged, and even if he didn't kill his enemy with his own hands, he already had no worries.

Yan Gao's family was liquidated by Emperor Hongde, leaving only a few side clan members, not worthy of the help of a high-ranking scholar.

Qin Qiong's eyes lit up and she said, "Qin does know a good place. Mr. Fan can go and see it."

"I wonder where?"

"The former site of Qingqiu Fudi!"

…

Qingfeng Xiaozhu.

Du Si came to visit and played tea and chess with Zhou Yi.

Several little heads stuck out from the side, looking at the chessboard eagerly, not understanding yet still nervous.

Mao Jiu tried to use his magical power, trying to read Du Si's heart and tell the immortal the opponent's next move.

As a result, all I saw was chaos, and I could vaguely hear the sound of the wind blowing in the bamboo forest, but I didn't even have any thoughts.

“Interesting and interesting.”

Du Si felt the feeling and reached out to touch Mao Jiu. He smiled and said, "Sir, this spiritual pet has such magical powers."

"Meow!"

Mao Jiu disappeared and suddenly appeared in Zhou Yi's arms, glaring and saying: "You are a scholar in vain, why don't you use the defense of men and women?"

Zhou Yi stroked the cat's nine heads and said, "You want to pry into Shouren's mind with this little trick. Even the poor Taoist's secret skills cannot be counted as his chess strategy."

"Sir, you are so complimentary."

Du Si said: "The student just understands the way of the heart a little bit more. The gentleman just learned to play chess, and he defeated the student in just a few days. This is the real magical power."

As he looked at the situation on the chessboard, Du Si reluctantly surrendered.

In the chess game between masters of Lian Shen, the battle is no longer about chess skills, but more about the level of magical power.

After the battle of Qingqiu, Du Si traveled to Kyoto with Li Xun and immediately came to visit Zhouyi. He knew that his talent was dull, and his achievements today were due to Zhou Yi's guidance.

I originally thought that as a second-grade Confucian, I should be able to repay the favor and at least help Zhou Yi a little.

As a result, after playing a few games of chess in his spare time, he realized that the Book of Changes was unfathomable, and that Du Si relied on his self-sustained ability to study objects and heal the mind, and he was defeated repeatedly.

During the game, the power of the mind was oppressed by Zhou Yi's magical power, and it grew rapidly in just a few days.

So Du Si came to visit when he had free time, played a few games of chess, and wrote a few articles after returning home, which benefited a lot.

When Du Si gathered his chess pieces, he suddenly said: "Sir, what do you think of the situation in Beijing?"

"Sit and watch."

Zhou Yi told the truth, Li Long would agree to free competition and would never allow outsiders to interfere.

Du Si understood it to mean not to get involved, which is what most of the masters of refining gods in the capital did.

The third-level monks have hundreds of years of life, some are even old guys when Zhongzong was in power. They sit and watch the succession of emperors. They don't care who becomes the emperor. It will be changed in a few years anyway.

Du Si said: "The students are ready to support King Yan."

Zhou Yi frowned slightly and said, "You still can't let go of the past? It's just a relegation. Don't pay too much attention to it, so as not to give birth to inner demons."

When the prince was supervising the country, Du Si beat the examiner during the palace examination and got the last rank. Later, he was exiled to Longchuan to look after the tea garden.

"It's not a grudge. The student's achievements today cannot be said to be grateful to Wang Shilang."

Du Si shook his head and said: "I'm just unhappy that such a villain has seized a high position in the court. I don't have clear ideas, so I just want to take revenge through hatred!"

Zhou Yi said: "Of all the officials in the court, such people are always indispensable!"

Du Si said: "Students don't dare to say that they are all eliminated. Anyway, I'll beat them up one after another!"

"good!"

Zhou Yi sighed in admiration and fell to Tianyuan.

…

Outside Luojing City.

A ray of light fell. The manifested form is none other than Zhang Cheng who rushed back from outside the territory.

Zhang Cheng looked up at the familiar city wall and wanted to recite a poem with a proud look on his face. However, he couldn't find any words and finally spoke loudly.

"It's so cool!"

When the soldiers on the city wall saw the light falling, they shouted to Zhang Cheng.

"The capital is under martial law and entry and exit are prohibited. Master Tao, please go elsewhere!"

Zhang Cheng rose into the air and did not force his way through the city gate. The Luojing city wall prohibited many formations, and a first-level expert did not dare to enter and exit at will.

"Hurry up and report to your General Li that your old friend is back. Come and greet him!"

After a while.

When Li Xun came to the city wall and saw Zhang Cheng, he was overjoyed and quickly ordered the ban to be opened.

"Brother Zhang, you are finally back!"

"What happened to Luo Jing to seal the city gate?"

Zhang Cheng was chased by the remnants of Qingqiu and fled all the way. The news of Emperor Hongde's sudden death was not yet known.

Li Xun said: "Your Majesty is newly mourned and the city is in chaos. It is inevitable that demons will sneak into the city, so the city gates are sealed..."

"Your Majesty died again?"

Zhang Cheng said in shock, he had only been traveling for three to five years, and he had changed emperors twice.

Li Xun whispered: "According to the news from the palace, His Majesty secretly took the elixir left by the late emperor and was poisoned by erysipelas, and he was unable to recover."

"Tsk tsk tsk, three generations of grandparents!"

Zhang Cheng suddenly frowned and said, "If this happens, wouldn't Chunfeng Tower go out of business?"

During the national mourning period, it is strictly prohibited to operate Fengyue Goulan.

"Seven more days will pass."

Li Xun said: "Brother Zhang, please bear with me for the time being. I'll have someone arrange a banquet to welcome you."

Zhang Cheng snorted, "What does it mean to be patient? It sounds so unpleasant! We are here to say goodbye to Chunfeng Tower and change our minds in the future... Bah, be an upright person!"

Li Xun sighed and said, "That would be a pity. It is said that the newly promoted oiran in Chunfeng Tower is good at calligraphy and calligraphy, and is an excellent singer in Taizu opera..."

"hiss!"

Zhang Cheng glared and said: "How can such a good girl be reduced to a prostitute? We must rescue her from misery and find a good marriage."

Zhang Cheng, who originally had difficulty making up his mind about the divine position, suddenly had a choice. It must be Old Man Yuexia.

The two of them talked and came to the patrol office of the city camp.

Zhang Cheng suddenly looked at the sky above the government office and frowned slightly: "Why is the evil spirit in your place so strong? Is it similar to the Qingqiu battlefield?"

"Brother Zhang is so sensitive, he can actually sense the breath?"

Li Xun looked surprised and led Zhang Cheng to the Houya School. He stepped back to the left and right, followed the mysterious steps, and suddenly disappeared.

Zhang Cheng had already seen the formation, followed the footsteps in, and his eyes suddenly opened up.

Rows of fierce soldiers stood neatly on the school grounds, with all kinds of strange weapons in their hands. The armor on their bodies looked shabby, but it was faintly shining with aura.

Zhang Cheng's spiritual consciousness scanned it and found that there were more than 40,000.

Four figures sit cross-legged in the sky, using their magic power to preside over formations, expand the scope of the school, and hide the presence of soldiers.

Li Xun looked at Zhang Cheng secretly. Unexpectedly, his expression did not change, and he did not turn around and leave. He was surprised.

Zhang Cheng nodded and said, "You are quite courageous. Do you want to rebel?"

Li Xun looked solemn and said: "How can it be a rebellion? The late emperor once left a legacy, and after his death, King Yan succeeded him. The emperor's grandson stole the throne, but the fate of the country backfired. Now is the time to bring order to the chaos!"

"Where is the edict?"

Zhang Cheng glanced at Li Xun and said, "Old Zhang can recognize the late emperor's handwriting."

Li Xun said: "I haven't written it yet."

Zhang Cheng said: "Old Zhang, I am good at calligraphy. I have copied the late emperor's handwriting for decades. Do you need help?"

"It's what you wish for!"

Li Xun whispered: "Brother Zhang, this matter is quite dangerous. If it fails, it may affect the clan members."

"I'm looking down on you, Brother Zhang!"

Zhang Cheng said confidently: "Believe it or not, Old Zhang, I can help you ascend to the throne in a matter of minutes?"

"Ahem!"

Li Xun coughed a few times and said, "Brother Zhang, please don't joke, we are loyal to His Highness King Yan."

Zhang Cheng shrugged nonchalantly. Since he stepped into the ranks of immortals with half a foot, his vision has been raised to a higher level. Looking back at Emperor Jingtai, Megatron has been in power for decades, and that’s all!

That night.

Li Xun held a banquet at his house and invited Zhou Yi, Chen Ying and others.

A few years is just a fleeting moment in the eyes of practitioners, and there is no need to say any kind words. It is still a matter of drinking and drinking.

After having enough wine and food, we talked for a while.

Zhang Cheng said sternly: "Lao Zhang came back this time, firstly to break the worldly bond, and secondly to fulfill your wishes!"

——Sorry, I haven’t finished writing. I’ll change it right away.

Li Xun looked at Zhang Cheng secretly. Unexpectedly, his expression did not change, and he did not turn around and leave. He was surprised.

Zhang Cheng nodded and said, "You are quite courageous. Do you want to rebel?"

Li Xun looked solemn and said: "How can it be a rebellion? The late emperor once left a legacy, and after his death, King Yan succeeded him. The emperor's grandson stole the throne, but the fate of the country backfired. Now is the time to bring order to the chaos!"

"Where is the edict?"

Zhang Cheng glanced at Li Xun and said, "Old Zhang can recognize the late emperor's handwriting."

Li Xun said: "I haven't written it yet."

Zhang Cheng said: "Old Zhang, I am good at calligraphy. I have copied the late emperor's handwriting for decades. Do you need help?"

"It's what you wish for!"

Li Xun whispered: "Brother Zhang, this matter is quite dangerous. If it fails, it may affect the clan members."

"I'm looking down on you, Brother Zhang!"

Zhang Cheng said confidently: "Believe it or not, Old Zhang, I can help you ascend to the throne in a matter of minutes?"

"Ahem!"

Li Xun coughed a few times and said, "Brother Zhang, please don't joke, we are loyal to His Highness King Yan."

Zhang Cheng shrugged nonchalantly. Since he stepped into the ranks of immortals with half a foot, his vision has been raised to a higher level. Looking back at Emperor Jingtai, Megatron has been in power for decades, and that’s all!

That night.

Li Xun held a banquet at his house and invited Zhou Yi, Chen Ying and others.

A few years is just a fleeting moment in the eyes of practitioners, and there is no need to say any kind words. It is still a matter of drinking and drinking.

After having enough wine and food, we talked for a while.

Zhang Cheng said sternly: "Lao Zhang came back this time, firstly to break the worldly bond, and secondly to fulfill your wishes!"