high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 235

"The former Song Dynasty had no way, but there were three points in the world."

A low, slightly drunk male voice sounded from behind the golden veil, and the fiery atmosphere in the hall fell silent. The officials who were also drunk put down their wine bottles and bowed towards the golden veil.

King Wei...

Ruan Ting was startled, he straightened his clothes in a panic, turned around the awkward-looking long-distance crown on his head, solemnly concentrating.

Weiguo is no better than Nanzheng.

Here, in the game between the emperor and the outer dynasty, the royal family and nobles always have the upper hand.

As for the Nanzheng royal family, it has long been a joke in the world.

Since King Zhengxuan set up the punishment tripod 23, following the story of Da Xing Legalists, this mighty king was poisoned and killed secretly before he gave birth to an heir.

King Xuan's funeral, Nanzheng Zhongqing, headed by the Xie family, quickly supported the unfounded King Xi from the clan, and continued to control the government.

The royal family of Nanzheng declined day by day.

Today's Nanzheng is not so much governed by the emperor as it is governed by aristocratic families.

Even if King Jing wanted to pull himself together and rely on the Confucian orthodoxy, he was still powerless.

The aristocratic family headed by the Xie family, and the Holy Land headed by King Kong Temple and Taiwei Mountain, the two sides have divided nearly [-]% of the imperial treasures and controlled the center.

A low-pitched male voice behind the golden veil slowly sounded, not only the awe-inspiring ministers, but also all the eunuchs in black palace uniforms, twisted their steps like snakes, and diligently pushed the veil away from it.

"When Hei Tianzi was alive, the ancestors were expelled from the warm and fertile southern border by Nanzheng, and rushed to the northern border. The country was almost destroyed."

A figure wearing dark clothes and Zhu clothes and a twelve-pronged crown stepped out of the golden veil.

Twelve chapters, including the sun, moon, stars, mountains, dragons, Chinese insects, algae, fire, and rice, are painted on his clothes, with five-color cloud patterns, magnificent and majestic.

Ruan Ting looked up secretly, then hurriedly lowered his head, afraid of being noticed.

It was a middle-aged man with star-stained temples, with sharp edges and corners, and his eyes were as sharp as eagles, but at this moment, there was a little bit of turbid drunkenness in those eyes.

"To this day, it has been more than [-] years since the country was handed down from our ancestors to me."

King Wei staggered down from the nine-step platform, brushing off the support of the eunuchs.

"The ancestors have gone through a lot of troubles and worked hard to achieve David's current world. The savages rioted, Zimao regented, Gongsunfu seized the soldiers, and Tuoba's chaotic clan came to the court..."

One after another, the major events were gradually revealed, and those were all military disasters and chaos that were enough to destabilize the country.

King Wei's tone was flat, and his voice didn't fluctuate much:

"Right now, all the savages have been exterminated, Zimao and Gongsun's clan have been expelled to Western Chu, and Tuoba no longer has the name of the clan...Tuocuo Tuzhou in the north, Manzheng in the south, and the three tribes of Yu, Sundial, and Yuan in the west. They all surrendered to Wang Hua and became a fence, and in the east, the wild people of Leshan and Zhuoshui were driven out of their homeland!"

His voice became passionate and resounded through the hall, like thunder and thunder in a rainy day.

The dancers had already bowed down, they dared not look up, Ruan Ting at the side suddenly felt a little short of breath.

Every word of King Wei was like rolling thunder, and it was firmly crushed in his Niwan Palace. The majesty, the majesty higher than the mountain, cast a heavy shadow and enveloped him.

Miao Yan looked at the red-faced young man beside him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

"I would like to congratulate the king!"

Among the ministers, someone suddenly shouted loudly.

"Congratulations to the king!"

"Congratulations to the king!"

"Congratulations to the king!"

……

In an instant, Ruan Ting was about to echo a few words loudly amidst the praises of the Virtuous Sun and the Moon, the Supreme Ruler, but King Wei lightly pressed his hand down, and all the voices became muffled.

"The practice of law, the flourishing of rites and music, the system of fields, and the teaching of detailed order, I can succeed in my career, and I really rely on Qing, etc."

King Wei suddenly bowed in the direction of Ruan Ting, and Ruan Ting almost jumped up in shock.

"Congratulations to the Great Zen Master!"

King Wei spoke lightly.

"Congratulations to the king!"

When Ruan Ting was in a state of confusion, the monk beside him, with a wickedly handsome face and scarlet cinnabar dotted between his brows, smiled and bowed in salute.

Great Zen Master...

Wait, he is Miao Yan? !

Ruan Ting's heart paused, he tilted his head in disbelief.

The hand that raised the glass trembled slightly.

After the banquet, Ruan Ting didn't even know what to eat, and his mind was out of control.

"If you have time, brother Ruan can come to the thatched cottage of the poor monk to have a look. Maybe there is something that brother Ruan will be interested in."

During the banquet, Miao Yan suddenly laughed.

Without waiting for Ruan Ting to answer, Miao Yan left casually.

At the same time, an ancient scripture suddenly appeared in Ruan Ting's mind.

"Pozhi Asura King Visualization Sutra..."

Ruan Ting murmured, with an inexplicable expression.

And when he came back to his senses, Miao Yan had already walked out of the palace gate side by side with a young man.

The young man was dressed in luxurious purple clothes, with a green lotus crown on his head, but it was not a court dress.

Sensing Ruan Ting's gaze, the young man stopped and turned around, sweeping Ruan Ting's face with an inexplicable smile.

"Prince!"

Ruan Ting recognized the identity of the young man and bowed quickly.

It is rumored that Miao Yan has a very close friendship with the prince, and has long been under the prince's family.

From today's perspective, the crown prince's respect for Miao Yan is deeper than Ruan Ting's thought.

Ruan Ting still kept his bowed posture, and he didn't straighten his back until the prince withdrew his eyes.

"Practitioners are originally light kings and proud princes."

After he got up, suddenly, a voice came slowly.

Ruan Ting turned his head and saw the teacher hugging his shoulders, reeking of alcohol.

"It's too embarrassing for you to behave like this."

"Heaven, earth, ruler, relatives and teachers, ethics cannot be underestimated, etiquette cannot be abolished."

Ruan Ting walked out of the hall with the teacher, he shook his head, and said to the drunk teacher:

"My late father is from Wang Xiang's lineage, and the most important thing is etiquette. Although the relatives of the disciples have passed away, I dare not forget the teachings!"

The two declined the guidance of the internal officer and walked towards the palace gate by themselves.

The moonlight is very good tonight, a round of big black clouds floated out of the full moon, reflecting the surrounding blue sky brightly and brightly, thousands of points of brilliance sprinkled leisurely from the extreme sky, and the warm and moist moonlight flowed silently.

There is an air ban in the palace, and it was rare for the two of them to walk on the ground once.

There is an endless stream of luxurious carriages along the road. Those are people who come to the banquet today, or important officials of the court, or rich family members, or people from the holy land.

Ruan Ting and the teacher walked on one side, and was glimpsed by the nobles in the curtain, and there was an endless stream of greetings and compliments. Ruan Ting watched his teachers respond one by one with a good temper and a smile, and his mind was a little dazed.

Luoyi...

An inexplicable impulse surged in Ruan Ting's heart.

I really came to Luoyi...

"You want to become an official in the court, I have asked King Wei to promise you a future."

After the chariots and horses dispersed, Ruan Ting heard his teacher's voice.

Wearing a black crown and a tattered Taoist robe, the old Taoist walked slowly with his hands behind his back. His beard and hair were already white, but his face was as tender and fair as a baby's, with an angry blood color.

Innocent Taoist——

The lord of the Yinzong of Zhenwu Mountain, the Immortal of the Six Realms!

"The king of Wei promised that if you want to be in politics, you will be appointed as a fourth-rank doctor.

If you want to join the army, you will be the fourth-rank captain of Shangqingche, and you will be sent to Lu Yusheng's tent on Zhebing Mountain to wait for dispatch to deal with Wei Zheng's military affairs. "

Taoist Wuwei burped, wiped the water stains on his beard with his sleeve, and said calmly:

"Although the old holy master of Zhebing Mountain doesn't like Lu Yusheng and even exiled him, but according to the current situation, there is no one else in this huge Holy Land of Zhebing, except Lu Yusheng, who can take on the lineage, so there is nothing we can do about it.

When you enter his account, you can also form a good relationship with Zhebingshan, which will be of great benefit in the future. "

"I don't want to kill people."

Ruan Ting said without hesitation, "I'll be a counselor."

"No."

Taoist Wuwei lazily raised his eyes:

"In front of King Wei, I have already resigned from the official position of the general counselor for you. In the future, you will set off honestly and go to become the captain of Qingche!"

"Then the teacher still asks me?" Ruan Ting stared.

"You are honest, no, you are just stupid!"

Taoist Wuwei sneered, at this time, the two had already walked out of the palace gate.

When the old Taoist touched his toes, he rose into a blue cloud, and his figure rose above the full moon.

Ruan Ting didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly followed, chasing after Qingyun.

Standing above the extreme sky, looking down from afar.

Thousands of lights are shining brightly.

Row upon row of houses, terraces and pavilions, criss-crossing wide avenues, innumerable flames of various colors flicker in it, people are like ants, small, crowded the metropolis under their feet.

Ruan Ting was stunned for a moment, and he didn't even bother to pour out the complaints in his stomach.

He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to hug the capital under his feet, his eyes were blank.

The old Taoist Wuwei turned his face to the side. He looked at Ruan Ting's brief absence, and shook his head insignificantly.

Zhenwu Mountain has always been divided into Yinzong and Zhenzong.

Back then when he was drawing lots, he lost to his senior brother, and since then he can only hide behind the scenes, secretly continuing the Dao line for Zhenwu Mountain.

Ruan Ting is a direct disciple of Wuwei Veteran.

His relatives are from a family of poets and books in a small town. Although his father is a member of Wang Xiang's lineage, his cultivation is superficial and he does not have a high position. He is just a poor scholar.

From time to time bandits vented their anger and slaughtered the city, and Ruan Ting's relatives were accidentally affected. When Taoist Wuwei found Ruan Ting, his entire family was wiped out, and he himself was wounded by the knife and almost died.

Taoist Wuwei took him back to Zhenwu Mountain and taught him the method of longevity.

Living up to expectations, Ruan Tingfu shocked the entire mountain gate as soon as he practiced.

Use the Yang Talisman Realm to defeat Vajra, and there are four of them.

Looking at ancient and modern times, such situations are rare.

Even Taoist Wuwei's senior brother, the Holy Lord of Zhenwu Mountain, was completely surprised.

It's just a pity, according to Wuwei Daoist's thinking, Ruan Ting's brain is already stupid.

Loyal to the king and serve the country, the Son of Heaven is supreme, what kind of king, minister, father, son, father and son, every time he finished his homework, Ruan Ting would read the scriptures aloud, which made Wuwei Daoist furious.

Even after so many years, Taoist Wuwei still failed to turn Ruan Ting's mind around.

On the contrary, as time went by, his intention to become an official became more and more intense.

Ruan Ting couldn't resist his stalking, but in desperation, Wuwei, who had been tortured for several years, finally couldn't stand it anymore, and brought Ruan Ting to Luoyi, so that he could meet with his own eyes the King Wei whom he yearned for so much.

"The teacher doesn't like me. He made me lose the lottery."

Under the clear light, Taoist Wuwei suddenly spoke softly:

"It's actually a bet between me and my brother that you killed the Holy Son. I am very happy that you won."

"Teacher..." Ruan Ting rubbed his head, feeling a little at a loss.

"You have to be paired with the Turtle Snake Sword, fulfill my unfulfilled wish, and become the Holy Master of Zhenwu Mountain!"

Wuwei turned around suddenly, his eyes were no longer drunk, and he was full of energy:

"I want you to slaughter Zhenwu Mountain!"

"Don't worry, disciple!" Ruan Ting was also solemn, with heavy eyes.

"But I also want to enter the court and become an official." Afterwards, he added another sentence.

"..."

The old Taoist Wuwei was silent for a moment, waved his hands a little weakly, and didn't bother to care about him.

"Is there any taboo for disciples to go to the border?"

Ruan Ting smiled coyly, and said again: "Who can kill and who can't? Will he kick the iron plate and cause trouble for the sect?"

"When the two countries are at war, there is nothing that cannot be killed."

"Really?"

"real."

"There are no children of the royal family, such as the sons of the noble family?" Ruan Ting looked suspicious: "Teacher, are you sure?"

"The royal family of Nanzheng is a joke. If you kill them, you will kill them. As for the aristocratic families, the Xie family and the Zuo family don't have any children at the border. Even if there are, you can't beat them."

"What about the Holy Land?" Ruan Ting clung to him.

"Juniors have gone to the King Kong Temple and the Kuci Temple." The old Taoist was a little helpless: "But they are all ordinary disciples, not worth looking at. I, Zhenwu Mountain, have two majestic immortals, what are you afraid of?!"

"Is there really no Daozi and Buddha?" Ruan Ting still stared.

"No... By the way, there really is one." The old Taoist Wuwei suddenly realized: "Nanzheng Metropolitan Governor must really promote a junior, the official title is Zhechong Duwei, and his name is Baishu."

"But..." Old Daoist Wuwei suddenly changed the topic, he twisted his beard and smiled:

"If you want to repay Miao Yan's favor, Bai Shu must be killed."

"Why?" Ruan Ting blurted out the words, but suddenly came to his senses: "Did Bai Shu kill Miao Yan's adopted son?"

Wuwei Old Daoist smiled slightly, but just nodded.

"Pozhi Asura King Visualization Sutra..."

The old Taoist sneered: "What a favor!"

Without waiting for Ruan Ting's answer, the old Taoist figure disintegrated into green smoke and disappeared suddenly.

"Work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

Drill a well and drink, and plow and eat.

What does Dili mean to me? "

From above the extreme sky, the singing of Taoist Wuwei resounded through Qingming, and it lasted for a long time.

……

……

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"Chongxu Zhide Daxian, this old thing really likes to play."

In the East Palace, the prince in green crown and purple clothes squinted his eyes and smiled playfully.

"Why?" He lightly tapped on the armrest, and said lightly, "What do you want me to do?"

Below the Prince of Beiwei, kneeling and throwing himself to the ground, he respectfully respected Monk Miaoyan who dared not raise his head.

"God."

Miao Yan flattered her head and said humbly:

"My little monk recently got something, and I dare not enjoy it to myself, so I come here to dedicate it to the god."

"Oh?" The prince raised his eyebrows slightly.

　Two in one

　　

　

(End of this chapter)