Who wouldn’t make money now that they’ve all ascended?

Chapter 255 Song and Duan’s plan

"Or is it that what he wants is not just to become an immortal king among the people, but also to become an immortal among the monks?"

Jiang Su actually didn't guess the reason why Cangzhou City was so weird at first.

It wasn't until this time that she turned into Ruan He, the eldest princess of Anyang from Dajing, who appeared in Cangzhou City, and Song Wencheng refused to meet her or give up tracking her, which made her suspicious.

A mortal treats the Immortal Lord with an extremely contemptuous attitude. Even if the Immortal Lord is the eldest princess of the Jing Dynasty, he will not pay homage to her immediately to please her.

There are several possibilities. First, he hates Da Jing. Although he is a minister, he has a rebellious heart. Second, he is arrogant, which is purely a character. Third, he couldn't see Ruan He because he was pretending to be a arrogant and arrogant person.

"It's so strange. Floods only go to Qizhou, but the people in Cangzhou, the so-called refugee gathering place, are now well-fed and clothed. Why did Song Wencheng allow the people here to live in such good living conditions?"

She muttered in her mind.

The hand suddenly increased its strength, turned its direction, and struck hard on the back of Yingying's neck.

The beauty fainted in her arms.

Jiang Su looked at Bai Rong, who had passed out from drinking, and took the initiative to step forward and create a barrier for him. After knocking all the other beauties unconscious, he left quietly.

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City Lord's Mansion.

"I don't know if Sister Song Ying will be in danger. She is Princess Anyang after all. Most immortals have moody temperaments and regard you and me as mere ants. What if..."

Song Wencheng smiled and said, "It turns out that General Duan cares so much about my sister. Didn't you propose that she be placed in a brothel as a concubine so that everything would be safe?"

Duan Yueliang's face changed slightly, and he said awkwardly, "After all, what you and I are discussing is of great importance. The lives of hundreds of thousands of people cannot be lost. Sister Yingying can make you and I feel at ease, right? "

Song Wencheng's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he wanted to see through the armor of the man opposite him and stab him to death, "Come on, tomorrow at noon, the formation will be activated, and then you, me and Yingying will just correspond to Jin, Mu , water, three people, and the remaining two people are earth and fire.”

"I have something to say first. This method can indeed open the spiritual apertures of you and me as mortals, turn into a golden elixir in one day, and ascend to immortality in a hundred days. But if you can't hold on to this merit initiation, your immortality will be half disabled, and it has nothing to do with me, Song Wencheng. "

Duan Yueliang nodded indifferently, "You have said this a long time ago. Cultivation as an immortal is something you and I have to do against nature. Even if I die, I will have no regrets."

Song Wencheng suddenly stood up, looked at his teammate's expression, and said calmly, "You are really persistent. If I had known that today you would be trapped by Wang Mingliang's reputation as the God of Death, why didn't you get him drunk and hack him to death."

"Hmph, I don't do that kind of thing! I have to rely on my merits on the battlefield to get the title of the King of Killers. If he kills one hundred thousand, I will kill one hundred thousand and one. If he kills two hundred thousand, I will kill him." Two hundred thousand and one, I want to be the number one general in Da Jing! Since he is a monk, I can do whatever he can do!"

There was a blazing fire in Duan Yueliang's eyes, completely burning his ambition in the deserted wilderness.

He and Wang Minglang entered Da Jing's army at almost the same time, and went to the battlefield at almost the same time. In the past few years, their military achievements were not up and down.

But one day, he will no longer be able to beat Wang Mingliang on the martial arts field. This man's sword skills improved by leaps and bounds, as if he had learned some unparalleled sword skills overnight. With every slash, he could knock himself three feet away.

Duan Yueliang was not convinced. Countless days and nights, he found Wang Minglang and competed with him, but the results were the same. The difference was that he could pass ten moves, then five moves, and finally only one move.

Duan Yueliang, a good man who had climbed to the position of lieutenant general in the army step by step by virtue of his military exploits, was unable to withstand a blow from Wang Mingliang.

But he also discovered a problem.

Every time Wang Minglang swung his sword, his spirit was extremely high, his face turned reddish, and veins appeared on his neck.

Duan Yueliang couldn't guess the specific reason, but the injustice in his heart sometimes invaded his heart. This emotion made him in a trance, and he almost died at the hands of pawns on the battlefield several times.

He could only invite himself back to Yuzhou City to be the general of the garrison. Until...he met the national master.

The Imperial Master was a true monk, so he told him bluntly that Wang Minggang had already entered Taoism and had learned extraordinary sword skills from nowhere. This was the reason why he was not as good as Wang Minggang.

Why...why could Wang Minglang become a Taoist? Why!

He can rely on magic power and immortal methods to massacre hundreds of thousands of northern barbarians. How can he compete with him if he has no magic power?

"I may not be able to cultivate immortality."

"What I expect is not just the title of God of Killing."

When Song Wencheng heard his words, he still had a faint smile on his lips, "Okay, I hope everything goes as you wish."

The two stood side by side in front of the window lattice, the breeze blew by their ears, the gown was blown up, and the wide sleeves were rolled up to make a rustling sound.

"Bang--"

Tables and chairs fell to the ground.

The two men turned around suddenly, their pupils shrank suddenly, and their attitudes were extremely reserved, "Who are you!"

"Trespassing to the city lord's mansion without permission. Your Excellency, you must be a little unruly."

The visitor was dressed in white, with a fairy spirit, a rich and handsome figure, holding a silver sword in his hand, and full of murderous intent.

He lazily raised his eyelids, looked at the two of them with disdain, and said coldly, "Taixu Sect, Chang Ying."

"A junior sister sent me a message saying that there are some shady things happening in Cangzhou City, related to evil cultivators. I came here to check it out."

Song Wencheng's face changed slightly. He thought about the conversation between the two just now and was afraid that the immortal might have overheard it. Then he thought again that he probably didn't hear it, so he asked himself. Otherwise, according to the nature of these immortals, he should take action directly. right.

He curled his lips and smiled politely, "I'm sorry for the ordinary people who don't understand the words of the Immortal Lord. May I ask if the junior sister of the Immortal Lord is my most holy Princess Anyang of the Great Jing Dynasty?"

Chang Ying nodded, "Ruan He, I've heard about her in the mortal world."

Song Wencheng thought that Ruan He was indeed the real name of Princess Anyang.

Why is this woman so troublesome? Why is she suddenly in Cangzhou? ! It is clear that the thing that I have been planning for a long time will come to fruition tomorrow! Why is it at this time!
Cangzhou is far away from Yuzhou City and will not attract the attention of the court and the emperor at all. Even if the flood is a cover, those people do not care about the safety of the people at all.

What is the purpose of this eldest princess who is cultivating immortality? ! Could it be possible that he really discovered it?

Duan Yueliang motioned with his eyes to Song Wencheng to explain himself. He was stupid and not suitable to speak at this time.

Song Wencheng saw that there was nothing special about this Immortal Lord's attitude except that he was arrogant, so he cautiously probed,
"Has the Immortal Lord discovered anything strange? This Cangzhou City has recently received some disaster relief money and food from the court, and the people are living a prosperous life. If there are evil things like what the Immortal Lord said, I have never seen them before."

The white-clothed swordsman shook his head, looking puzzled, "Not found."

Song Wencheng breathed a sigh of relief.

The next moment, there was a cold spot on his neck.

Chang Yong pointed the tip of his sword directly at Song Wencheng's neck, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and his clear temperament was swept away, and his eyes were evil, "You know it."

"Master Song, what did you do behind my good junior sister's back?"