v4 Chapter 85： Do you have an idea?

The Immortal Contest is just around the corner, and many factions have been invited to watch it, including Wangtianzong.

Not long after they entered the imperial city, they saw several monks flying towards them with swords. Among them, there were men and women, all of whom looked relatively young.

Among them, the female monk with a heroic look and a slightly immature complexion, Lu Yao said: "Senior sister, didn't you say that you will not come to the imperial city? Why are you here again?"

Yue Li smiled and said: "Those who go to Qingzhou to watch the excitement, they will naturally come here after watching the excitement."

Another male monk with short white hair and a cloth belt tied on his forehead, Wei Yu said with an exaggerated expression: "Damn it, senior sister won't take us to watch the excitement."

Lu Yao looked at him, and said mercilessly: "What are you taking you for? You are so weak, you accidentally died. I heard that Senior Brother You Wen died in Qingzhou this time, and was killed by a man named Zhou An. The sword cultivator defeated and killed."

"I heard that the sword cultivator named Zhou An is vicious and ruthless in comparison with others. Hundreds of people died at his hands. It's really terrifying."

Hearing this, three black lines were drawn on Zhou An's forehead. It can only be said that the rumors will only get more and more outrageous. The version spread from Qingzhou to here may have changed several times.

Instead, a smile appeared on Yueli's face, and he glanced at Zhou An who was next to him, and introduced: "This is the friend I made when I went to Qingzhou, Zhou An."

The other monks of Wangtianzong were also taken aback.

Lu Yao looked Zhou An up and down, and asked uncertainly, "Are you that Zhou An?"

Zhou An nodded, and said lightly, "That's right, I'm that ruthless swordsman."

Lu Yao looked at Wang Yueli, and didn't know what the senior sister meant by bringing this person here. Could it be that we wanted us to gang up on him?

"Senior Sister, it's not very pleasant for so many of us to beat him up and spread the word." Lu Yao said after deliberation.

Wei Yu, on the other hand, was able to keep up with her brain circuit, and shouted: "Everyone will take down this madman with me, and avenge Senior Brother You Wen!"

All of a sudden, the spiritual power surged, and the other monks were really ready to fight.

Yue Li frowned slightly, waved his hand to suppress the spiritual energy, and stopped him: "Stop messing around, this is my friend. And you don't blame him for the matter of You Wen."

Wei Yu laughed, dissipated his aura, and said, "Senior Sister, we were just joking, and that guy You Wen has always been against us, even if he dies, it doesn't matter to us."

Others had similar expressions. A child who seemed to be only twelve or thirteen years old touched his chin and said curiously:

"I really want to know who is better, Senior Sister or Zhou An."

Before Yueli could speak, Zhou An patted his chest, "I don't even need to think about it, I must be the best."

The child blinked, and said in disbelief: "You are lying, the master said that no one in the same generation is a match for the senior sister, and she is the strongest."

Zhou An didn't argue too much with the kid, but just said lightly: "Believe it or not."

"Hmph!" the child snorted coldly.

Yueli is much more serious in front of this group of juniors and younger sisters. Before that, he would definitely argue with Zhou An, but when it comes to swordsmanship, the difference between the two is not much, and it is hard to judge which one is stronger and weaker. Know.

subsequently.

Zhou An said goodbye and went to Wu'an Mansion. The Wu'an Mansion in the imperial city is quite small, but it also looks quite luxurious. There are pieces of exquisite jade bricks on the outer walls, and different portraits are engraved on each jade brick. There are people and things, mountains and water.

Two strong men in golden armor stood at the door, glanced at Zhou An who was dressed in ordinary clothes, and there was no aura fluctuation, like an ordinary person, the strong man on the left said coldly:

"This is Wu'an Mansion, idlers and others are not allowed to approach!"

Zhou An was also a little helpless. Before the advanced stage, others would think he was a monk anyway. After the advanced stage, because of the rotten sword intent, ordinary monks saw him as an ordinary person, so they took out the token and said:

"I can go in now."

The face of the strong man in golden armor changed, and he said quickly: "Please wait a moment, my lord, I will inform you."

Not long after, Wang Mang came out in a hurry, saw Zhou An's smile on his face, and said apologetically:

"Brother Zhou, I also saw something strange on the mountain that day, so I rushed to rescue the soldiers, but I really didn't run away."

Zhou An shook his head and didn't care: "It doesn't matter, I insist on going, and naturally I can't drag you into trouble if something goes wrong."

Wang Mang's cultivation base is only Yuanying, and his strength is not too strong, but he has won the trust of Qi Fugui.

Zhou An could also sense that in the depths of the palace, there was a cultivator who transformed himself into a god, and that gaze didn't disappear until Zhou An's identity was verified.

Although there are many people in the palace, it seems that such a cultivator at the stage of transforming gods does not seem to be participating in the competition for immortals.

After Qi Fugui saw Zhou An, his gloomy expression suddenly brightened and he said, "You are finally here. I heard that you had an accident when you went to Jiewei Mountain this time. I was worried for several days."

Zhou An sighed and said: "I didn't expect that Wangtai is now an evil cultivator, and even the monks in Jiewei Mountain have fallen."

"I also felt very strange when I heard this." Qi Fugui thought for a while and said, "There used to be monks with profound Buddhist teachings traveling around the world in Jiewei Mountain, why did it suddenly become like this now?"

Zhou An looked around, and then said in a low voice, "Let's talk about it in the house, I think there are some other secrets in it."

The two drank tea in the room, and Zhou An told the details.

"There should be something wrong inside the Tianji Pavilion, otherwise they should have discovered it long ago." Zhou An emphasized.

Qi Fugui also showed a serious expression and nodded: "It's a pity that I can't intervene in this matter, but I will report it to the Immortal Mansion later."

A dynasty is also often at its weakest at this time, when the old and the new alternate, this big tree is likely to fall down in the wind and rain.

Great Qi is not an indispensable part of this world, even if it falls, there will be Great Zhou and Great Wei, and other kingdoms will stand up again on the ruins.

This can also be regarded as a kind of alternation between old and new, probably more thorough.

"Father, I summoned my second brother a few days ago, and they talked in the palace all day and all night."

"I guess my eldest brother should be in a panic now. At this moment, the father didn't see him as the eldest prince, but he found the second brother."

Qi Fugui said slowly, with a calm voice and a calm face, compared to when he was in Wu'an City before, it was more like wearing an invisible mask on his face, making it difficult to see the real face underneath the mask.

Incense is lit by the table, and the whole room is filled with a faint fragrance, which is refreshing and refreshing.

Zhou An leaned back on the chair, took a big gulp of the tea in the cup, drank half of it, breathed a sigh of relief, then raised his head and said, "So, do you have any ideas?"

After the voice fell, the room suddenly fell into silence. There were only two people in the room. Qi Fugui did not answer immediately, but took a sip of tea and said: "It is a lie to say that I have no idea, but my current power is not enough to ascend to the throne. .”

"And brother Zhou, it's best not to bring it up and say it, it will arouse suspicion from others."

Qi Fugui paused, took a deep breath and said, "Brother Zhou is not an ordinary person. I don't want you to get involved in other things except the Immortal Contest, otherwise you will be stuck in the quagmire and cannot extricate yourself."

If Zhou An gets too entangled with him, in the future when the eldest prince or other princes take the throne, they will probably be implicated as well.

Zhou An leaned on the chair, looked up at the ceiling, with a smile on his face, and said calmly: "Qi Fugui, do you know? I'm dying."

"Huh?" Qi Fugui was taken aback, not knowing what Zhou An meant.

Zhou An continued: "I am now in a death situation, and I need to be baptized with Daqi's luck to survive."

"If you have that idea, I will do my best to help you!"

Qi Fugui was speechless and did not speak for a long time. He has been hesitant about this matter and has not made a decision for a long time. After all, with his current power, it is very difficult to succeed.

But don't you really want to?

The more humble a person like him is, the more ambitious he is. From the moment he was born, if there is anything meaningful, it is the throne.

They seem to be born with a certain meaning, a certain mission, and they will consciously work towards that direction.

Qi Fugui did not answer Zhou An's words immediately, but instead asked: "Why do you say you are going to die? You are now a cultivator in the transformation stage, and you will have no problem living for thousands of years, if there are no accidents."

Zhou An pulled out the rusty long sword in his hand with a bang, UU reading www.uukanshu. There are also uneven gaps on the originally sharp blade, saying:

"I'm like this sword has been cursed somehow, my life has been decaying, and it never stops until the end of my life."

"Either my cultivation will improve further, or I will die with decay. I feel that I can only make further progress in a short period of time by relying on the luck of the dynasty."

"So if you agree to me, I will do my best to help you. With my strength, it may not be that difficult for you to ascend to the throne."

Hearing Zhou An's words, Qi Fugui's face was dull, and then he laughed loudly, his voice echoed in the room, but he couldn't get out, and said loudly: "Since you have said so, Brother Zhou, even if the hope is slim, I'm afraid Gotta give it a go."

Then, his face returned to calm, and he said: "But we can't act rashly in the next time, we still have to wait for the opportunity."

"Judging from the current situation, the eldest prince should be the one who is most anxious. The father seems to like the second brother more."

Zhou An thought for a while and said, "If the emperor is not dead, how dare he act rashly?"

Qi Fugui smiled and said: "A dog will jump over the wall if he is in a hurry, let alone a human being. Moreover, the eldest prince has a profound background, especially in the army. The armies of the three northern states are all under his single-handed control."

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