The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

"Oh, what makes you think this is a martial art style?"

Li Dao laughed. As he held onto the colorful flame, the flame mark on his forehead seemed to be alive, appearing extremely mysterious.

"Hmph, don't think that I don't know. Yellow, phosphorous, white, and other items can combust without fire at a certain temperature. Who knows if you're using yellow, white, and other items to trick us with illusions?"

Song Yangxu snorted coldly as he carefully observed the burning flame in Li Dao's hand, trying to find a weak point.

Many of the officials took a few steps back, separating Song Yangxu from the rest. In an instant, he had become isolated, with only an upright Cao Jingxiu standing by his side.

Yellow, phosphorous, white, and other items that were known to all the civil and military officials. However, could these things produce multicolored flames?

Moreover, looking at the golden pillar in the main hall, it looked like it was about to melt. This was definitely not something a swindler could do, and this young man in front of him was a true person of the Dao.

"Alright, you suspect that this is an illusion technique. I'll let you see for yourself whether this is an illusion technique or not!"

As Li Dao said that, the flames in his palm expanded, transforming into a roaring dragon that rushed towards Song Yang.

"Old man, be careful! Get out of the way!"

Cao Jingxiu reacted faster than everyone else and shouted loudly.

However, how could Song Yangxu himself react? By the time everyone could react, Song Yangxu's official uniform was completely burnt off.

His hair, beard, hair, armpits, and other hair were all gone. All that was left on the ground was a white-haired, bald old man with stinging eyes.

When Li Dao retrieved Di Yan, everyone finally reacted and opened their mouths wide.

This was not something that could be done with illusions or illusions. This technique of controlling fire was clearly an immortal technique!

The only reason why Li Dao did not have any killing intent towards Song Yangxu was because if he did, he would definitely turn Song Yangxu into nothingness, and not even ashes would remain.

Without clothes to cover his body, even all the hair on his body had been burnt away. Song Yangxu felt a little cold, the two old eggs beneath his crotch were swaying, it was simply too ugly to look at.

When he looked down, Song Yangxu, who was in his seventies, exclaimed. He blocked his lower body with one hand and pointed at Li Dao with the other. His eyebrow less forehead was covered in wrinkles as he shouted, "You demon spirit, you've gone too far, you've gone too far!"

After shouting this, Song Yangxu spat out a mouthful of blood. He seemed to have already seen the public discussing his reputation in private!

From now on, he would probably never have the face to see anyone again, especially if he was familiar with them.

Scholars had better show their face. For Li Dao to humiliate him like this, it would be better to kill him to his heart's content. Right now, Song Yangxu's heart was filled with grief and indignation. He had even forgotten about Li Dao being a true immortal.

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Song Yangxu fell face-first onto the throne room. His hands were still clutching his crotch, where all his feathers had been burnt.

Seeing Song Yangxu's expression, the officials all had different expressions. Some gloated at his misfortune, some shrunk their necks, and looked at Li Dao with fear in their eyes, while others were filled with desolation.

"Cough cough, come, send Master Song home. From today onwards, strip him of his official position and let him focus on his retirement. "Oh right, remember to get him dressed!"

The emperor forced himself not to laugh and called for his guards to help him carry Song Yangxu out.

The atmosphere in the throne room had become somewhat oppressive. There were no longer any officials who dared to question Li Dao's ability and ability. What would they do if the other party were to set the throne on fire?

Song Yangxu had only half a foot into the coffin, but they still had a long way to go, so they did not want to become a joke. It could be expected that after Song Yangxu woke up, he would either find fault with himself or settle down for the rest of his life. He would not be able to live for long.

"The Oligarchy conferred the title of Imperial Advisor to Daoist Master Li. The Chief Eunuch is in charge of the plague, what objections do the other officials have?"

The emperor's gaze swept up and down the officials as he asked this question.

"I have no objections!"

The officials all agreed. No one dared to say anything, not even Cao Jingxiu. Although he was an upright person, he was not a fool. Moreover, the Imperial Advisor was not someone who cheated on people.

If this Imperial Advisor, Li Dao, could really solve the problem of tens of thousands of people in the world, Cao Jingxiu would clap his hands and cheer for him.

Just like this, the Emperor conferred Li Dao the title of Grand Song's Imperial Advisor and bestowed him with the title of Grand Beginner's Daoist Master. He gave one to the mansion for ten thousand taels of gold and over a thousand slaves.

Li Dao wasn't interested in any of these things, but since the Emperor wanted to give it to him, he took it. After all, it would take at least two to three days to build an army and a ship in the Penglai Divine land. In these two to three days, Li Dao was ready to interact with Cao Jingxiu and see if he could split another Eight Immortals.

After leaving the imperial court, some of the more upright officials left. There were also some who flattered and flattered Li Dao in order to curry favor with the new Imperial Advisor. Of course, Li Dao had no interest in dealing with these commoners. His goal was to compete with the Eight Immortals for Penglai, and not to become the Imperial Advisor of the Great Song.

He left the palace and followed in the direction that Cao Jingxiu had left in. Li Dao wanted to do some thinking for him.

An honest official like Cao Jingxiu wanted to use the interests of the people to move him.

After a brief exchange of words with Li Dao, the officials began discussing amongst themselves about the character of the new Imperial Advisor.

Lin Mu quickly caught up to Li Dao. If he followed his Martial Granduncle closely, he would have a great opportunity. He was sure of this.

In the beginning, Lin Mu only thought of coming to the imperial court to pluck out some wealth and wealth. But after knowing Li Dao, he was no longer interested in wealth and glory.

If it wasn't for their poor aptitude and their uncultivated dao, who would be willing to enter this world?

The opportunity had come, so he must seize it. Lin Mu thought in this manner, his heart full of energy.

Li Dao looked at Cao Jingxiu's back as he left. The corner of his mouth hooked up into a smile as he happily followed.

As for Cao Jingxiu, he left the palace and headed straight for the carriage, ignoring the coachman's greetings.

As an uncle of the country and a court official, Cao Jingxiu naturally had his own mansion in Bianliang City, as well as a special carriage and coachman.

At this moment, Cao Jingxiu was still thinking about Li Dao. He was sure that Li Dao was someone with true ability, but he still had doubts as to whether Li Dao could cure the plague. Thinking back to all that had happened in the hall, Cao Jingxiu frowned and asked to himself, "Imperial Advisor, ah, Imperial Advisor, just what kind of person are you?" I hope that you can really deal with the plague. The people are suffering. "

As Cao Jingxiu was talking to himself, the carriage shook and stopped.

Cao Jing Xiu came back to his senses. He sat in the carriage and asked directly, "Uncle Wang, why did you stop?"

The carriage driver vigilantly looked at the three in front of the carriage and replied, "Uncle Guo, there's someone blocking the way."

"Who is it?"

"I don't know him!"

Cao Jingxiu did not lose his temper. He was quite lenient towards his servants. He pulled open the curtain of the carriage and looked in front.

A lame man, who was leaning on a walking stick and dressed in ragged clothes, a fat man, who was bare-chested and had a sleek belly, and a beautiful woman with a pure blue heart, were standing in front of the car.

This kind of combination was something Cao Jingxiu couldn't understand, especially when the three people in front of him had smiles plastered on their faces.