Conferred Gods: Starting from the Third Prince Long

Chapter 90 A single thought generates kindness

Is Huang Feihu still hungry?
As the saying goes, "The poor in culture and wealth in military affairs".

A warrior has a strong body and is good at overpowering others. Where does this strength come from?

It's not just the toughness that comes from eating.

Huang Feihu is a warrior among warriors.

One day without water or rice, my chest was already pressed against my back, and my intestines were filled with hunger.

But Ao Bing was standing in front of him and asking questions behind him. His cold voice was like lightning falling from the sky, frightening the hungry birds and beasts to scatter.

How dare you say the word "hungry"?

"Whether you are hungry or not, the military situation is urgent, and you must prioritize. Military affairs are more important, and military affairs are more important."

He smiled and waved his hands, making his position clear again and again.

Others also echoed,

"What King Wu Cheng said is true. The ten formations of the Yin and Shang Dynasties are in front of us. It is a matter of our survival in Xiqi. How dare we say we are hungry?"

"Yes, you won't die of hunger if you don't eat one meal."

A group of people were making a fuss. You said something, I said something, and the previously silent Yin'an Hall became very noisy.

However, just when everyone was expressing their feelings, suddenly there was one person who didn't quite understand.

Gollum-

The roar of dissatisfaction in the stomach resounded through the hall, like the rumble of thunder, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

The mouth can lie, but the belly cannot lie.

No matter what you say above, you will still be hungry below.

However, the generals had just boasted about their visit to Haikou, and someone came out to save face, which was inevitably a bit embarrassing.

They couldn't help but look at the source of the sound, wanting to see who was so ignorant?
Oh--

It's King Wu Cheng...

That's fine!

Huang Feihu lowered his head, too embarrassed to say anything, feeling his face burning.

He finally realized how Jin Zha felt before being watched by everyone.

I am simply ashamed and ashamed.

The front legs just said that they were not hungry, but the stomach of the back legs growled dissatisfiedly.

Huang Feihu, Huang Feihu, will you really starve to death if you don’t eat?

He was thinking wildly in his mind, wondering what Ao Bing would say about him.

Is it a loud taunt, or is it silent?

If he was ridiculing loudly, he could still laugh and falter as a joke.

But if you don't say a word, it will definitely be as uncomfortable as being on fire.

Unexpected.

Ao Bing neither ridiculed loudly nor said a word.

He still had a cold face and kept strangers away.Instead he said:
"The meeting is adjourned and we will discuss it again tomorrow."

Everyone let out a sigh of relief.

The pressure from the prince today is really too great.

Obviously he just sat there without saying a word, but it made people stay silent and didn't dare to be presumptuous.

First, his status as a god is extremely noble.

Second, its tyrannical strength is unmatched.

Third, he repeatedly turned the tide and saved Xiqi from fire and water.

No one dares to underestimate the various BUFFs.

But just when a group of people stood up and said goodbye, Ao Bing spoke again.

"Take Jiang Ziya back and let the disciples of Chanjiao stay."

If in the past, he dared to give orders like this, nine out of ten disciples of the third generation of Chanjiao would not be willing to do so.

But now, with Jin Zha as a warning, everyone hesitantly sat back down.

Several waiters came forward and gently carried Jiang Ziya back to the dormitory.

In the Yin'an Hall of Nuoda, there were only nine people left: "Ao Bing, Yang Jian, Wu Ji, Han Dulong, Xue Ehu, Lei Zhenzi, Huang Tianhua, Huang Tianxiang, and Long Xuhu".

Ao Bing glanced at his disciple Huang Tianxiang.

Then he took out a blank bamboo slip, painted with iron and silver hooks, and wrote a letter in a eloquent way.

In front of everyone, he put it into a bamboo seal and called:

"Tianxiang, please take this letter and ride on the beast to the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea. Hand it over to my father, the Dragon King of the East China Sea, and listen to his arrangements."

Everyone at the table didn't know what he actually wrote, and they didn't dare to ask questions because of his previous majesty.

After all, it is one's own apprentice who is in charge, and others have no right to make irresponsible remarks.

When Jiang Ziya was here in the past, he might have asked some questions.

Now that Jiang Ziya is away, no one can suppress Ao Bing except King Wu Jifa.

The prince actually didn't write anything.

He just asked the Dragon King of the East China Sea to try his best to keep Huang Tianxiang in the Dragon Palace for a period of time, so as to avoid the crisis of the "Ten Jue Formation".

To avoid being sacrificed in vain by the evil and cruel Taoist Ran Deng.

Huang Tianxiang didn't know the master's painstaking efforts, but he thought that Ao Bing had said before that he would need him for something after he was released from seclusion, and this must be the case.

He hurriedly stepped forward to take the letter and said, "Disciple obeys the order."

He strode out of the palace and disappeared into the night.

Then Ao Bing looked at the remaining Chanjiao disciples and cleared his throat.

"Everyone, you must have noticed that Fellow Daoist Jiang is unusual."

Everyone looked at each other and nodded.

Uncle Jiang used to be energetic and calm in doing things, but recently he has been forgetful and confused.

The key is.

He gets sleepy as soon as the meeting begins.

When everyone asked for advice, he hesitated and had no idea at all.

Now I even slept for a whole day in front of everyone.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

No one would think that Jiang Ziya is normal now.

Yang Jian had known him for the longest time. Hearing this, he was thoughtful and asked softly: "Ao Bing, do you know something?"

The prince was expressionless and calm, and looked serious to outsiders.

Under the majesty, even Yang Jian became soft-spoken without realizing it.

In the past, they were really enemies, one was dissatisfied with the other.

Now that the situation has changed, the priority has been divided invisibly.

"This prince has lived in the East China Sea for a long time and knows the names of the ten people on Jin'ao Island.

They are proficient in formations, good at harnessing the majestic power of heaven and earth, and their Taoism is profound and unpredictable.

In my opinion, Fellow Daoist Jiang must have fallen under their spell. "

Everyone was shocked when they heard that they were under a spell.

As Wuji's disciple, Jiang Shang was his only supporter in Xiqi. When he heard this, he hurriedly came out of the queue and knelt down:

"Please Prince Wang, please save my master. Wu Ji will be like a cow and a horse, and I will break my body into pieces in return!"

Seeing this, the dragon-bearded tiger also jumped up and prayed.

The two of them are affectionate towards Jiang Shang.

Ao Bing pretended to be silent and said nothing.

Yang Jian had to leave and comforted the two of them, "Get up quickly, Ao Bing is not a person who refuses to save anyone."

That's right.

But he only saves those who should be saved, and he never reaches out to those who shouldn't be saved.

Obviously,

Jiang Ziya is among those who should not be saved.

For the sake of my colleagues, helping with analysis and giving pointers is a big deal.

Want me to contribute?
What are you thinking about? !
He remained silent and waved his sleeves to create a strong wind.

Wu Ji and Long Xuhu were blown to their feet in an instant.

"Don't worry, Daoist friend Jiang will have auspicious people to help him when he encounters a big task. A few spells are nothing more than a trivial matter."

Wu Ji and Long Xuhu finally felt relieved and sat back down.

Ao Bing looked at Yang Jian again, his eyes burning.

"I believe that there is still some change in the evil way that Daoist Jiang's junior high school has been exposed to. However, we still need to investigate the details.

Yang Jian, you have eight or nine mysterious skills, which can change in the wind. Now take advantage of the night to go outside the Shijue Formation to watch and find out clearly. "

While talking, he remembered that the two of them had no big grudges, and decided not to trick him this time.

After all, he has the advantage of knowing the plot in advance and knows how powerful the Ten Jue Formation is.

Now he is in power again, giving orders, and all the disciples present have to listen to him.

So it is too easy to kill Yang Jian.

If you intend to harm others, you can let the other party snatch Jiang Ziya's straw man.

During the process, it is inevitable that the Soul Falling Array will mess with him. No matter how powerful the Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique is, he will definitely die.

Fortunately, there is nothing particularly out of the ordinary about Yang Jian's personality.

He doesn't care about past grudges.

So he warned:
“Remember, just take a look, don’t alert others.

The power of the Ten Jue Formation is beyond imagination.Even if you have an indestructible body, it is difficult to resist the odds. "

Yang Jian didn't know yet, but Ao Bing was so compassionate that he allowed him to escape the gate of hell.

Hearing his caution, I couldn't help but nod seriously.

The prince knew that he had an indestructible body.

Knowing this and still saying this is obviously not impudent.

As the saying goes, "Listen to others' advice and eat enough."

In addition to being cautious, Yang Jian also listens to advice first-rate.

So he transformed into a crow, fluttered out of Yin'an Palace, and went to the Yin Shang camp.

Not long after waiting, he turned around with a solemn expression.

When everyone asked about the details, Yang Jian didn't dare to hide it and told him everything.

It turned out that he changed into Wen Zhong's appearance and went into the formation to observe one by one. He found that Yao Bin, the leader of the Lost Soul Formation, had set up an incense table and worshiped the straw man, and had secretly taken away Jiang Ziya's soul and soul.

In another ten days or so, Old Ginger Head will be completely cold.

At that time, he wanted to reach out and snatch it, but he thought about Ao Bing's instructions and did not do it rashly.

Now after leaving the battle, he hurried back to report the news.

As he spoke, he glanced at Ao Bing in surprise, thinking that this kid had no tricks left and was becoming more and more unpredictable.

Huang Tianhua had an impatient temper. Hearing this, he could not sit still and said anxiously:
"Master Uncle Jiang is in such a dangerous situation, what should we do?"

"How about you listen to what Ao Bing has to say?" Xue Ehu said weakly.

Everyone immediately looked at the silent figure again.

Ao Bing stood up, with his big sleeves fluttering, his hands behind his back, and walked towards the outside of Yin'an Hall.

As he walked, he said:
"This matter is not something we can solve. I have only heard about the Ten Jue Formation. I only know that it is dangerous and unpredictable, and it can harm people invisible.

If you want to save Fellow Daoist Jiang, go to Kunlun Mountain and ask for help from experts. "

After saying that, his figure had disappeared into the night, clearly helpless and helpless.

Several third-generation disciples of Chanjiao looked at each other, unsure for a moment whether he didn't want to help, or if he really had no choice.

Ao Bing is not helpless.

The key point is that he is a person who has no hatred and no grudges. How can he do something like sacrificing others?

That's the kind of thing a wicked person would do.

Yes, Ran Deng, don’t leave! !

I'm talking about you, you bastard! ! !

Ao Bing left the Prime Minister's Mansion and returned to the house prepared for him by King Wu.

It was a nice and quiet place, with a single house and a small garden.

The environment is elegant, beautiful, quiet and very comfortable.

He rested there for a good night, thinking about the follow-up plan in his mind, and fell into trance unknowingly.

As a result, in the middle of the night, there was a sudden "dong dong dong" bang on the door, and Yang Jian's voice slowly came from outside.

"Ao Bing, open the door quickly. I have asked my uncle to come down the mountain and follow me to Yin'an Hall to discuss matters together!"

(End of this chapter)