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Chapter 36 Omen of Subjugation
Zhao Sheng's death was indeed a bit hasty. It is too strange to be beheaded directly by a grand master of martial arts and a first-rank general of the imperial court.

Originally, Zhao Sheng's name was still on Shen Qing's must-kill list. Zhao Nuo picked on her big muscles at the beginning, so it didn't take much thinking to know that it was Zhao Sheng's order.

Now that she died suddenly, Shen Qing was a little caught off guard.

As for Yang Zongxi, Shen Qing didn't have many impressions in his original memory, he only vaguely remembered that Daxia had a prince, and he didn't know anything about the rest, he really didn't have much sense of existence.

After regaining consciousness, Shen Qing didn't think too much, swallowed the buns in his mouth, and asked the vendor, "How much is the total?"

"73 steamed stuffed buns, 140 six big coins, you can give me one hundred and four."

Shen Qing took out the money and settled the bill, feeling a bit tricky, so she barely ate half full.

Practicing the Long Whale Swallowing the Sun Jue, although the internal strength is powerful, the energy required for it is equally astonishing.

With sufficient internal strength, ordinary warriors don't need to eat so much, but Shen Qing's internal strength is improving all the time, and he needs to absorb a lot of energy at all times.

Relying on this kind of ordinary food for tonic, the efficiency is too low, and the transformation is also extremely poor. If you directly take the old medicine from the previous year, the cost is a bit unaffordable.

If it is really feasible, Shen Qing actually doesn't care about it, but now that Qianzhou is in chaos, most of the brothels have closed down to avoid disaster, and they can't sell them even if they want to.

Without money, not only would she not be able to maintain her practice, but she would also be unable to do anything she wanted to do in the future.

Shen Qing needs a new method of earning money, and it is far more than the previous method of making a fortune by doing small things.

Not only does she need silver to maintain her practice, but she also needs a wealth that can support a war as a backing.

After sorting out her thoughts, Shen Qing started to hurry again, heading towards Changling City. She was not in a hurry, but stopped and stopped, focusing more on her practice.

It has only been half a month since the emperor left, and her cultivation has advanced further, entering the eighth level of Houtian realm. With the blessing of strong internal force, she has nearly four thousand catties of strength in one arm. It is not a joke to tear tigers and leopards alive. The appearance of the Dragon Whale.

The meridian was opened, which made her practice speed to a higher level, and the innate realm was just around the corner.

The pleasure of this kind of strength increase made Shen Qing a little obsessed with it for a while, and now the terrifying explosive power in every inch of muscle is a fantasy that she could only dream of in her previous life.

Shen Qing has already experienced the power of a supreme master, so naturally she will not be satisfied with a mere acquired state, and even a master is far from her goal.

In the ancient times when there were gods, the Houtian realm could not even be regarded as the threshold of stepping into the path of practice, only the innate talent could barely be regarded as entering the first realm of practice.

In addition to the gods, in ancient times, a hundred ways were prosperous, and the realms of cultivation were numerous and varied. From one to seven realms, it was just a general division of the strength of the strong, representing their level in the world, and there was a question mark on their real combat power.

At least in the memory of the true god of the Shadow Clan, terms such as killing gods have also appeared. The true god is not invincible and will still fall. This era is the best proof.

Shen Qing's inherited memories are quite messy, even though she is already proficient at sorting out her memories, she still has to spend a lot of energy to sort them out and absorb useful information bit by bit.

The reason why the sundial brought her to this era is still unclear, and where she will go after the 12-year period expires is still unknown, but if one day, she can truly control the power of the sundial, she wants to witness the practice of a hundred flowers blooming with her own eyes Prosperity, and Ragnarok.

What a terrifying power it was that made these powerful gods who shine in the starry sky sadly withdraw from the stage of history, and they became extinct.

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In a blink of an eye, it was half a month again.

Yuanzhou, the imperial capital.

Inside the resplendent Luan Hall, Yang Zongxian sat on a dragon chair, looking down at the ministers, with an indifferent expression:
"If you have something to play, you will retreat."

The middle-aged man standing first on the left stepped forward immediately, bowed and said:
"Reporting to the Holy Majesty, the good news of Ganzhou, the honorable prince went to the front to supervise the battle, and our army's morale was greatly boosted. In just a few days, we have regained two hundred miles of lost ground, wiped out more than 20 enemies, and captured nearly [-] people. Now I am frightened by the news, God bless me Daxia."

He has an extremely fair face, with a short beard, delicate and divine eyes, and a refined style. He is wearing a big red robe, embroidered with auspicious cranes and beautiful mountains and rivers, which is the official robe that symbolizes the position of Prime Minister of Great Xia.

The situation in Qianzhou has quietly changed following Zhao Sheng's beheading.

Yang Zongxi took a group of masters from various martial arts sects as the front, divided the 70 troops into four groups, advanced in an all-round way, and attacked the coalition forces of the northern regions head-on. In just over ten days, he achieved this shocking result.

"Understood, when Zong Xi returns triumphantly, I will personally hold a banquet for him to celebrate."

Yang Zongxian smiled faintly, nodded slightly, and the smile didn't reach his eyes: "Are there any other reports?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, there are some changes in southern Xinjiang. Incidents of Gu insects hurting people frequently occur. Officials are going to ask for accountability. The tribes in southern Xinjiang are trying to blame each other. The culprit has not yet been identified."

"Several major cases have occurred in Lingzhou port. It is said that due to trade conflicts with people from overseas Longquan Xiandao, more than a thousand people died."

Two officials came out one after another and revealed two major events.

"Order Nanjiang to give an answer within half a month. If the time limit is exceeded, set fire to the mountain and flatten Nanjiang."

Yang Zongxian frowned slightly, and after pondering for a while, he ordered: "Send the fleet to Longquan, and report after finding out what happened."

"Retire without incident."

The courtiers dispersed, and the Golden Luan Hall was instantly empty.

A moment later, Taoist in Tsing Yi stepped into the hall.

"The national teacher divination the celestial phenomena, how do you see it?" Yang Zongxian sat on the dragon chair with a calm expression, as if he was just asking casually, and didn't care about the results of the hexagrams.

"There will be great changes from the north with the evil star." The Taoist in Tsing Yi looked a little dignified.

"Zong Xi has always been astute. If he is not completely sure, he will not choose to make a move. From this point of view, he must have the confidence to have a showdown with me."

Hearing this, Yang Zongxian's pupils were reddish with a layer of blood, and the smile on his face deepened: "He is my Yang Zongxian's younger brother, and his blood flows from my Yang family. If it doesn't work out, then I will be disappointed."

"This evil star may not be King Zunqing."

The Taoist in Tsing Yi looked a little hesitant, and then said: "Big Xia has signs of subjugation."

Yang Zongxi is also of the blood of the Daxia royal family. Even if the flesh and blood are fratricide and Yang Zongxi wins the world, Daxia is still the Daxia, and there will be no signs of subjugation.

"National death?"

(End of this chapter)