Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

The journey from the outside of Dongdu to Qianxingtai is quite long.

Especially when the two people walking side by side deliberately slow down.

And the conversation started when the two people walked side by side for the first step.

Queen Mother Yang Shijun whispered first: "Master Wang Shan came from afar to visit, and finally took this right way."

Wang Luo laughed when he heard it.

What a sharp-tongued, vengeful woman who never admits defeat.

Not long ago, Yang Shijun questioned Wang Luo in a high-pitched fairy voice, as the envoy of the Immortal Alliance, why couldn't he take the right way to come, but did dirty things in Sang County. As a result, Wang Luo pushed back with an almost arrogant attitude. Now the old tune is brought up again, which is also... just right.

Indeed, the previous calculations with Li Fengxian in Sang County have now all failed. They did not sneak into Dongdu without anyone noticing and rescue the national teacher without attracting anyone's attention. From this perspective, Wang Luo is indeed on the right road paved by the Yang family.

However, no matter how eloquent Yang Shijun was, it was just a weak struggle in words.

So Wang Luo smiled and said bluntly: "The right path that the Queen Mother mentioned refers to the death of the ancestor of the Yang family's True Lord, the tragic death of the think tank, and the betrayal by two great True Lords in the country, so they had to pave the right path to save their lives? If I had known that the right path was so easy to take, I would indeed consider it."

As soon as these words came out, the air around them condensed instantly.

Yang Shijun himself had a calm expression and was unmoved, but the Xinheng civil and military officials who followed behind the two were all indignant. Yang Jiuzhong even drew his sword without hesitation, and his cultivation in the fusion period was aroused at this moment, arousing the military power of 100,000 troops, almost changing the color of the sky and the earth.

Then, Yang Shijun raised his hand, without saying anything, but with this gesture, he instantly suppressed the commotion of the civil and military officials behind him. Even the general Yang Jiuzhong was suppressed by this simple gesture. He gritted his teeth and took back his sword in a posture that almost vomited blood.

Then, Yang Shijun whispered: "Master Wang Shan, even the right path is not without its ups and downs, please don't make mistakes."

Wang Luo smiled and shook his head. When Yang Jiuzhong drew his sword just now, Nan Yingying and Yu Gong, the two great masters, did not stand idly by. Although they could not confront the 100,000 troops head-on here, they could not allow the Yang family to play any home advantage. Therefore, Yang Shijun suppressed Yang Jiuzhong, more likely to protect his brother's life.

But compared to this instantaneous struggle, Wang Luo cared more about another question.

"Since I came to Xinheng, I have heard people mention that I look like the late emperor more than once. I wonder what the queen mother thinks?"

This question once again froze the time and space around him, and Wang Luo could clearly hear the sound of the air solidifying and breaking.

And Nan Yingying behind him slapped her forehead and whispered in a hurry.

"Sir, don't make trouble out of nothing! Save the people first!"

But he didn't mind these troubles at all, just curiously observing Yang Shijun's reaction.

Because this is indeed very different from expectations. Nan Yingying once said that he was quite similar to the late emperor, and Yang Shijun had long missed the late emperor and was sick, which might even affect his rational judgment.

Although it was later proved that Yang Shijun's irrationality did not come from his love for the late emperor, but from the unusual movement of the golden candle in the high hall. But in any case, when a person who was so similar to the late emperor walked at such a close distance, Yang Shijun really had no reason to be so... calm and composed.

When Yang Shijun walked side by side with Wang Luo, he did not hide his heartbeat, breathing, and true energy fluctuations, so Wang Luo could clearly judge the other party's cultivation and even emotions.

A fusion cultivator whose foundation is not solid and who is almost forcing her to grow. Her foundation is so superficial that even if she has reached the fusion realm, Wang Luo has an 80% to 90% chance of winning in a one-on-one battle... It seems that her nearly two hundred years of practice are just to reach the fusion realm and then have a not-so-important fusion magical power.

Immortality.

Generally speaking, after a cultivator sets foot on the immortal path, he will gain a longer lifespan as his cultivation realm increases, and aging will slow down. Some special exercises have the miraculous effect of maintaining youth or even rejuvenating. But the real immortality still needs to wait until the cultivator advances to the fusion realm and refines the soul and body into one again. At that time, although he cannot break through the thousand-year lifespan limit, he can make the body active and keep up with the changes in his mood.

A person who is always enthusiastic and always has a childlike heart will naturally be born young. On the contrary, a person who is full of vicissitudes of life will be born old.

Judging from Yang Shijun's situation, she is obviously the queen mother of a country, but she is as delicate and tender as a flower, like a girl in love who is worried about gains and losses. From this point of view, Nan Yingying is not wrong.

So, how should a girl in love evaluate a person who is extremely similar to her late husband?

The next moment, the frozen air was melted.

Melted by a sweet and gentle smile. After a moment of surprise, Yang Shijun couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle: "Similar to my late husband? In my opinion, it is completely different. If someone thinks that they can influence me with this, it is really wishful thinking... Well, is it the idea of ​​Duke Feng? People who have never experienced actual love are inevitably naive."

Nan Yingying, who was named, immediately showed a bitter face, which made her even more helpless.

And Wang Luo also nodded gently: "I see, for people who truly love each other, a counterfeit that is only 80% similar is like a joke of drawing a tiger but not being able to draw a tiger. I am also naive on this issue, please forgive me."

Yang Shijun smiled and said, "You are too polite, Master. However, it would be too harsh to say that it is a joke of failing to draw a tiger... The degree of resemblance between Master and my late husband is indeed surprising to ordinary people. So I can't help but ask: Master, are you born with such a look?"

Wang Luo nodded and said, "Of course it is 100% natural."

Yang Shijun sighed lightly, "My late husband once said that there are so many wonders in the world, and there will always be a few people who are born exactly like you... But I didn't expect that I could witness such a coincidence with my own eyes."

As they talked, the two had arrived in front of the gate of Dongdu. If they walked forward, they would officially enter the territory of Dongdu.

Yang Shijun paused in front of the city gate and introduced Wang Luo: "Xinheng Dongdu, named as the capital, is actually a large altar expanded around the Qianxingtai. Entering Dongdu is equivalent to entering an unprecedented Qianxing formation."

Wang Luo nodded: "The layout of the capital is indeed unique. When I looked at it from the Rainbow Wing Shuttle, I knew that this was definitely not the work of ordinary people."

Yang Shijun said: "The mountain master has good insight. Although the East Capital was gradually expanded and built by the Xinheng people for more than two hundred years, it was not completed until the reign of my late husband. But its original drawings came from the invitation of the former national teacher to the ceremony of heaven, which is an absolute work of immortals."

Wang Luo praised again: "It is true! With the current situation of the Heavenly Court, it is amazing that such a delicate and complex capital can be established in the mortal world without any desolation."

Yang Shijun smiled slightly and said: "It's good that the mountain master likes it. After that, the mountain master can explore and marvel at this East Capital."

The air solidified again at this moment.

Wang Luo's expression remained unchanged, but he sighed in his heart.

As expected, it came.

It should be said that it was not unexpected. As early as when Yang Qijian surrendered on behalf of the Yang family, Wang Luo was seriously thinking about a question: This... is not a false surrender?

When all the insiders concluded that the Heavenly Court was unreliable and must surrender to the Immortal Alliance, the Yang family resolutely stood on the side of the Heavenly Court, and even at all costs, squandered the hundreds of years of accumulation of the Northern Weiguo Mansion and the political assets of the Queen Mother's decades of ruling the country.

Such a stubborn family, will it really change its course just because of the "irreversible situation"? If they are really so good at calculating and put profit first, then the best choice is to actively cooperate with the national teacher Zhang Jincheng from the beginning and surrender to the Immortal Alliance!

If the Yang family can be more aware of the current situation and perform better in the process of cooperating and surrendering, then when the foundation of Dinghuang is settled and Xinheng becomes a member of the Immortal Alliance, the Yang family will actually gain a broader world. Their influence could quickly expand beyond Xinheng and become political celebrities in the five states of Tianzhiyou.

However, they chose to cling to the long-lost Heavenly Court and fight against the Immortal Alliance to the end.

Would such a family surrender honestly? Wang Luo was deeply skeptical.

Therefore, when he set out to Dongdu, Wang Luo was naturally prepared for accidents.

However, now that he saw that his expectations had come true, Wang Luo still felt a little regretful.

"So, this is the final answer of the Yang family?"

Yang Shijun nodded seriously, turned his eyes, and looked directly into Wang Luo's eyes. At this moment, that timid and lovely face became extremely resolute.

"Yes, this is my answer, and it is also Xinheng's answer. The Immortal Alliance wants to recapture Mingzhou, unless they step over the ruins of Xinheng. And even if that day really comes, Master Wang Shan, you will never see it."

As Yang Shijun's voice fell, the military might of the 100,000-strong army outside the East Capital condensed again. Silently, dark clouds rolled up in the sky, as if it was a cage covering the sky and the sun.

Yang Jiuzhong's face was filled with a grim smile of pleasure, as if he was sighing that he had waited for this moment after lying dormant for a long time.

The civil officials were slightly panicked, and they were obviously not fully aware of the changes here... But when they saw Yang Shijun's face, all the fear and anxiety in their hearts disappeared.

Although they were not good at fighting, these civil officials with high cultivation levels still put on a posture of being ready to die for their country at any time, glaring at Wang Luo and baring their teeth and claws.

Afterwards, Yang Shijun smiled slightly and said, "Master Wang, when a distinguished guest comes to visit, he should take the right path. Otherwise, he will stray into a thorny path."

Wang Luo glanced to the side.

Nan Yingying sighed, took a half step forward, and looked at Yang Shijun: "Queen Mother, why bother?"

Yang Shijun looked back and asked, "Duke Feng, why bother?"

Nan Yingying was stunned for a moment, and shook her head helplessly: "It's really hard to explain to you love-brained people..." Then she raised her hand and said loudly, "Nanjun boys, step out!"

Boom!

After a thunderous muffled sound, the dark clouds in the sky dissipated.

It was like a hundred thousand troops forming an eight-sided formation.

At the moment when Nan Yingying raised her right hand high, more than 20% of the soldiers in the Qingqi Army and the Fancheng Imperial Army silently and resolutely stepped forward from the original army.

So, the eight-sided formation was broken.

More than 20% of variables are enough to destroy any well-structured military formation.

Moreover, this sudden change also shocked the civil and military officials.

"What is going on?!"

"These people are already from the four southern counties?"

"General, what should we do?"

Yang Jiuzhong was not panicked, but the coldness and cruelty in his eyes also showed that the development of the situation had exceeded his expectations... Only cruelty could continue to strengthen his will.

The 20% of the rebels were obviously one of the "truck cards" that Feng Guogong and Zhang Jincheng had planned for a long time. When Zhang Jincheng was planning to return to the Immortal Alliance, he had fully considered the possibility of accidents. After he persuaded Duke Feng to cooperate, the two of them cooperated with each other and laid traps.

Yang Jiuzhong's call for a hundred thousand troops to besiege the eastern capital was a temporary move, and any temporary move would inevitably be accompanied by confusion and perfunctory organization and management. The 100,000 soldiers who were supposed to be selected from the best and absolutely loyal were just mixed with a lot of impurities by Feng Guogong.

Of course, judging from the 20% ratio, Feng Guogong's infiltration of the Qing Banner Army and the Fancheng Forbidden Army had been planned for a long time, and it was definitely not just a matter of surrendering to the Immortal Alliance.

In other words, Duke Feng is truly a natural and confirmed rebel.

But in any case, the situation now becomes delicate again.

Of course, 20% of the rebels cannot completely overturn the overall situation, but it is enough to prevent the strength of a hundred thousand troops from being concentrated in one place. And without these 100,000 troops...

There are only a few elites who can compete.

Yang Shijun had hundreds of civil and military officials, and all of these important officials in the imperial court were highly skilled in cultivation.

But in front of the two Mahayana true kings, "quite superb cultivation" is nothing more than child's play.

After subverting the balance of strength in one fell swoop, Nan Yingying said solemnly: "Queen Mother, since you have started to turn over your cards, let's turn them over to the end. Your ultimate move should be more than this, right? For example, Eunuch Chen Lin, how long has it been since we have competed? Yes? My hands are itchy."

The next moment, a sharp laughter echoed in everyone's minds like a thorn.

"Haha, Mr. Feng Guo is too polite. If you want to have a discussion, I can accompany you at any time."

Along with the laughter, a hole was torn open in the dark clouds in the sky, and a bloody light from Fancheng rose into the sky and pierced the dark clouds. In the bloody light, an old man with a rich figure and thin hair was laughing in a sharp tone. Every time he laughed, the clouds were stirred, showing an extremely amazing cultivation level.

Nan Yingying curled her lips: "Two versus one, it's a little tricky, but it's just a little tricky. So Queen Mother, your trump card should be more than this, right? Now that the remaining four Mahayana's and three are already in place, the remaining perennial Don’t hide your brothers who live at the bottom of the sea, come and meet them openly.”

As soon as he finished speaking, among the civil and military officials, a censor, who had always been inconspicuous, silently tore off the disguise on his face, revealing a heroic middle-aged appearance.

When Wang Luo saw it from the corner of his eye, his heart trembled slightly.

That is the only Mahayana Lord in Xinheng who has never appeared before, Guo Yanfeng.

Now, the Mahayana True Monarch is already two to two.

And Yang Shijun's trump card obviously doesn't stop there.