Chapter 527： 527 Definitely Three

Chapter 527 Chapter 527 Determined Three

It was snowing heavily.

The wind swayed the snowflakes, like a sharp arrow, and threw them towards the capital buildings below.

Lingyun Temple.

The new emperor sits on the throne, wearing a dragon robe and imperial crown, and the bead curtain covers his face, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.

There was also a seat beside him, and Yue Dewen was sitting upright with his eyes slightly closed.

The lower part faces upwards early, civil and military officials stand in double rows, silent.

"Now that the three **** generals are about to enter the pilgrimage, your majesty should not be negligent, but at this time a new dynasty has been established, and the strength of the three **** generals is several times greater than that of the capital. , on the contrary, I have to wait here for a long time."

The first veteran on the left spoke in a deep voice.

This person's name is Suka Yamutie, and he is the newly-appointed patriarch of the great nobleman, the spirit man, after the original left minister mysteriously disappeared.

"The **** general should first hand over the military power when he returns to the capital. It is also in accordance with the rules to go to the Xuehong Pavilion." The right minister is a tall and strong black-haired old man with a goatee beard. The old gods are here.

His name is Ji Sanhe. Judging from his attitude, he can tell that he is on the opposite side of the left, and he doesn't seem to care about the current new emperor.

Ji Sanhe was an important minister during the Lingzhi Emperor's time. Now that the new emperor ascends the throne, he was in the opposition camp. Unfortunately, after failure, had to compromise.

As one of the same spiritual masters, although they failed to stand in line, they will not suffer too much liquidation. It is just that the family property and children and nephews have suffered a lot of losses, but fundamentally because they have mastered the spirit seal, they are not afraid of the outside world. .

As long as the spirit seal is in hand, the position of the great noble of the spirit will not change. This is the fundamental power bestowed by the Lingfei sect.

This is also the fundamental reason why they were not revoked by the new emperor.

"The red scarf thugs have been initially suppressed, and the overall situation in the provinces has returned to stability. The generals did not take action before, but now they are dispatched to return. How to deal with them, I am afraid they are coming for the Great Church League."

The patriarch of Jixianyuan is a newcomer promoted by Daoism, and he opened his mouth at this time and looked at Yue Dewen at the same time.

It was only after the Dajiao League stabilized the situation that the general came forward. It was hard to guarantee that it was not for the right time to make a move.

"Dear dear friends, do you have a way to deal with it?" The new emperor glanced at Yue Dewen and asked.

Now the court is divided into two factions.

The new faction headed by the Dajiao League, and the old faction headed by Xuehong Pavilion and Lingren nobles.

Before the return of the gods, the new faction now has the absolute upper hand. But now that the gods will return and bring a large number of military experts, the situation will be reversed in an instant.

So the old school saw hope again, jumped out and started calling again.

Among the nobles of the spirits, Suka is the left minister, but he is the only one who supports the new faction. So when he spoke at the beginning, his position and camp were very clear.

"Actually, according to the season and stage, it is just the time for offering sacrifices to heaven and earth. How about His Majesty using this as an excuse to go to the Xuehong Pavilion to worship heaven and earth in person. In this way, the relationship between the three generals can also be eased." A The general in dark gold and heavy armor stepped forward and said loudly.

"Absurd! How can His Majesty accommodate his courtiers in the world! Even if a **** general comes in person, he would be rude!" The Minister of Rites hurried forward and said loudly.

"Anyway, there are festivals as a cover, which can ease the relationship, kill two birds with one stone, and won't lose face. Why not?" The general didn't understand.

Immediately, the two sides, one civil and one military, began to stand in line with each other to refute each other.

The leading general was a Hussi, blond and blue-eyed, with a thick waist and a strong waist. He was not as flexible as the opponent when he spoke the words of the Great Spirit. Then he was stopped and persuaded by several generals beside him.

For a moment, the entire court was full of noise, like a busy city.

Everyone didn't care, or they were used to it.

Spiritual people value martial arts and profit, and there were rules in the past. If they disagree with the opponent's opinion, they will fight on the spot to decide the outcome.

Now I know how to set up a Ministry of Rites, which is much better than before.

Fortunately, this noisy Hussi general did not rely on military merits, but Hussi people are good at business. This man spends enough money, manages strong enough, and can support an army under his command. The value of force is second, that's all.

Looking at the chaotic court below, the new emperor sighed slightly, and looked at Yue Dewen unconsciously.

The latter sat upright, his expression unchanged. It seems that these noises were not heard at all.

Time passed by little by little. In the past few months, apart from the occasional discussion of political affairs, once all the issues involving the gods and generals were involved, they would eventually evolve into this appearance.

Most of the new ministers headed by Yue Dewen in the Dajiao League are newly promoted, and some are even lower-level officials who have never been in contact with the core high-level officials before. They don't understand how terrible God will be.

But they didn't understand, but the new emperor knew it in his heart.

So he didn't dare to make any rash moves easily, most of the time he would look at Yue Dewen first.

Unfortunately, today's Lao Yue is still the same as before, sitting and watching the clouds rise and fall without saying a word.

After waiting for a while without any movement, the new emperor had no choice but to see that the time was almost up, and was about to signal to retreat.

Suddenly at the entrance of the main hall, a tall and burly figure walked in quickly.

This man was dressed in pure white gold-rimmed heavy armor, with his head covered and his face invisible. On the chest armor was engraved with countless small words of Suowen, which were as fine as patterns.

Behind him was a thick white velvet long cloak, slowly dragging on the ground.

‘God General: See you on the pilgrimage, Jigulf Arechi! ’ At this time, the Xuanguan outside just woke up like a dream and shouted loudly.

Bang, boom, boom!

The figure walked step by step on the thick gray and black carpet of the main hall, making a heavy trampling sound.

His helmet seems to be different from other generals, with special horns resembling stag antlers on top of his head. Coupled with a height of nearly three meters and a body width of 1.78 meters, it is like a small mobile metal fortress. Just looking at it can make people feel suffocated.

Yue Dewen and other members of the new faction all focused their attention on this person.

Grand masters present, there are also several grand masters, and those who can survive the previous major changes are the top powerhouses in each camp.

In Daling's martial ethos, the weak have no soil for survival.

Ordinary people are either attached to the strong, or they are the strong themselves.

Bang.

The visitor stopped, stood in the middle of the hall, and looked up at the new emperor. The eyes under the helmet were pure silver, with a kind of coldness and aloofness.

Xindi involuntarily flickered to avoid it.

The visitor turned his gaze to Yue Dewen who was sitting beside him.

"I haven't returned for a long time, but I didn't expect that it would be you, Lao Yue, who came up to break the rules."

"The avenue rotates, and the destiny is what it is. What? You don't accept it?" Yue Dewen's eyes widened slowly, looking directly at the other party, without retreating.

"Submit?" Jigurph laughed loudly, "Master Yue, I'm a rough man, I don't understand your devious calculations."

"Since you claim that the general trend has been achieved and the destiny is here, then use your destiny and your general trend to crush me to death."

"I want to see, is your destiny stronger, or my army stronger?"

His bell-like voice exploded in the hall.

All the courtiers quieted down. Even the grand master, no matter how self-improving he is at this time, he would not dare to speak indiscriminately.

The heart of self-improvement is self-improvement, not suicide.

At this time, it was made clear that God will return to intimidate Yue Dewen.

It involves a dispute between the two most powerful forces in the world, and whoever enters it will be like a car.

No nonsense, Yue Dewen slowly stood up from his seat. Step by step from the top to the bottom of the steps, towards the general.

As he approached step by step, a chaotic gray cloud rose up from behind him.

The cloud and mist can only be seen by those who cultivate gods. Among them, the faces of gods and Buddhas are faintly visible, and the two sitting on the top are the Taoist Tianzun and the moon god.

Jigurf sneered, and also moved forward slowly, holding the golden scimitar at his waist.

Pure white mist slowly diffused behind him, and at the core of it, a blue sky-like vertical pupil suddenly opened.

The eyes are several meters wide and more than ten meters long, like a long and narrow crack, floating behind Jigulf. Like a door.

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Heavy snow covered the roofs of houses in Wushan Prefecture.

In many places, children have started to build snowmen and have snowball fights. The auspicious snow heralds a good year, and the just right heavy snow gives a good sign for next year's harvest.

It's Chinese New Year.

Many wealthy households in the city began to set off fireworks.

Muchifu also bought a lot and piled them together.

In the courtyard, Zhang Rongfang, Zhang Rongyu, brother-in-law Su Daheqi, the nanny holding his nephew, and others all gathered together, looking at the scene where the servants gathered to light the fireworks.

The eaves were also replaced with red lanterns painted with festive patterns. Several priests drank and competed in the courtyard not far away, betting on winning or losing and drinking.

When the swords collided, the waiters around could see bursts of exclamation from time to time.

Zhang Huanqing was able to stand and walk slowly at this time.

It's just that since he was a child, he didn't seem to like to laugh, his little face was tense, and he was extremely nervous. A cold firework was stuffed in his chubby little hand, and he didn't dare to move after shaking it a few times. No matter how his mother pushed him and patted him , all tensed up, with cold sweat on their foreheads.

This appearance made everyone around laugh.

"Hey, where's Meisha? Why hasn't she come out after calling her?" Zhang Rongyu wondered.

"Miss Meisa said that she had a headache and was a little bit cold, so she couldn't come out of the brazier in the house." A maid replied.

Zhang Rongyu glanced at Zhang Rongfang, and his younger brother was smiling. His figure had recently miraculously recovered to about 1.8 meters, and he looked much more normal.

The extent of more than two meters and nearly three meters before seems a bit abnormal.

Moreover, this time, the younger brother invited a female companion to his house as a rare guest.

That girl is so beautiful and has a big butt, she will surely have more.

Zhang Rongyu looked carefully at the woman beside Zhang Rongfang. Well, it's just a little flat on the top

Ran Xinyue, who was scrutinized by Zhang Rongyu secretly, felt a little helpless.

A few days ago, as a representative of the Reverse Time Society, she took the initiative to accept Zhang Rongfang's gift of Daoji of blood origin in order to completely solve the sequelae of worshiping gods in her body.

For the sake of a good relationship, Zhang Rongfang himself wants to try whether the suppressed worship can be transformed into a blood descendant.

So I tried it out.

It turned out to be a smooth success.

The suppressed spiritual thread is repelled, and the transformed body is regenerated with new flesh and blood, completely replaced.

But in the middle process, Zhang Rongfang spent a lot of blood to replace it.

Its consumption is much more wasted than making a generation of blood.

But it's a good thing after all. After worshiping God, people can still use these methods to forcefully pull themselves back and return to normal.

This was extremely difficult in the previous reverse time meeting.

(end of this chapter)