Chapter 527 Chapter 527

Chapter 527 Chapter 527

It was snowing heavily.

The wind swayed the snowflakes like a sharp arrow, throwing them towards the capital buildings below.

Lingyun Palace.

The new emperor sat on the throne, wearing a dragon robe and imperial crown, and the bead curtain covered his face, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.

There was also a seat beside him, and Yue Dewen was sitting upright with his eyes slightly closed.

The lower part was facing upwards, and all civil and military officials stood in double rows, silently.

"Now that the three god generals are about to enter the pilgrimage, your majesty should not be negligent, but at this time a new dynasty has been established, and the strength of the three god generals is several times greater than that of the capital. , on the contrary, I have to wait here for a long time."

The first veteran on the left spoke in a deep voice.

This person's name is Suka Yamutie, and he is the newly-appointed patriarch of the great nobleman, the spirit man, after the original left prime minister mysteriously disappeared.

"The god general should first hand over the military power when he returns to the capital. It is also in accordance with the rules to go to the Xuehong Pavilion." The right minister is a tall and strong black-haired old man with a goatee beard. The old gods are here.

His name is Ji Sanhe, and he can tell from his attitude that he is on the opposite side of the left, and he doesn't seem to care about the current new emperor.

Ji Sanhe was an important minister in the time of Emperor Ling Zhi. Now that the new emperor ascends the throne, he was in the opposition camp. Unfortunately, after failure, had to compromise.

As one of the same spiritual masters, although they failed to stand in line, they will not suffer too much liquidation. It is just that the family property and children and nephews have suffered a lot of losses, but fundamentally because they have mastered the spirit seal, they are not afraid of the outside world. .

As long as the spirit seal is in hand, the position of the great nobleman of the spirit will not change. This is the fundamental power bestowed by the Lingfei Sect.

This is why they were not revoked by the new emperor.

"Now the red scarf thugs have been initially suppressed, and the overall situation in the provinces has returned to stability. The god general did not take action before, but now he is dispatched to return. How to deal with it, I am afraid that he is here for the Dajiao League."

The patriarch of Jixianyuan is a newcomer promoted by the Daoist sect. He opened his mouth at this time and looked at Yue Dewen at the same time.

It was only after the Dajiao League stabilized the situation that the general came forward, and it was hard to guarantee that it was not for the right time to make a move.

"Do you love Qing have a way to deal with it?" The new emperor glanced at Yue Dewen and asked.

Now the court is divided into two factions.

The new faction headed by the Dajiao League, and the old faction headed by Xuehong Pavilion and Lingren nobles.

Before the return of the gods, the new faction now has the absolute upper hand. But now that the gods will return and bring a large number of military experts, the situation will be reversed in an instant.

So the old school saw hope again, jumped out again and started calling.

Among the nobles of the spirits, Suka was the left minister, but he was the only one who supported the new faction. So when he spoke at the beginning, his position and camp were very clear.

"Actually, according to the season and stage, it is just the time for offering sacrifices to heaven and earth. How about His Majesty using this as an excuse to go to the Xuehong Pavilion to worship heaven and earth in person. In this way, the relationship between the three generals can also be eased." A The general in dark gold and heavy armor stepped forward and said loudly.

"Ridiculous! How can His Majesty accommodate his courtiers in the world! Even if a general from the gods comes in person, he will be rude!" The Minister of Rites hurried forward and said loudly.

"Anyway, there are festivals and sacrifices to cover up, and it can ease the relationship, kill two birds with one stone, and not lose face, why not?" The general didn't understand.

Immediately, the two sides, one civil and one military, began to stand in line with each other to refute each other because of this time.

The leading general was a Hussi, with blond hair and blue eyes, a thick waist and a strong body. He was not as flexible as the other side when he spoke the words of the Great Spirit. Then he was stopped and persuaded by several generals beside him.

For a while, the entire court was noisy, like a busy city.

Everyone didn't care, or they were used to it.

Spiritual people value martial arts and profit, and there were rules in the past. If they disagree with the opponent's opinion, they will fight on the spot to decide the outcome.

Now I also know that there is a Ministry of Rites, which is much better than before.

Fortunately, this noisy Hussi general did not rely on military merits, but Hussi people are good at business. This man spends enough money, manages strong enough, and can support an army under his command. The value of force is second, that's all.

Looking at the quarreling court below, the new emperor sighed slightly, and unconsciously looked at Yue Dewen.

The latter sat upright, his expression unchanged. It seems that these noises were not heard at all.

Time passed by little by little. In the past few months, apart from the occasional discussion of political affairs, once all the issues involving the gods and generals were involved, they would eventually evolve into this appearance.

Most of the ministers of the new faction headed by Yue Dewen in the Dajiao League are newly promoted, and some are even lower-level ministers who have never had contact with the core high-level officials before. They don't understand how terrible God will be at all.

But they didn't understand, but the new emperor knew it in his heart.

So he didn't dare to make any rash moves easily, most of the time he would look at Yue Dewen first.

It's a pity that today's Lao Yue is still the same as before, sitting and watching the clouds rise and fall without saying a word.

After waiting for a while without any movement, the new emperor had no choice but to see that the time was almost up, and was about to signal to retreat.

Suddenly at the entrance of the main hall, a tall and burly figure walked in quickly.

This man was dressed in pure white gold-rimmed heavy armor, his head was covered, and his face was invisible. On the chest armor, there were countless small words of Suowen, which were as fine as patterns.

Behind him was a thick white velvet long cloak, slowly dragging on the ground.

‘General: See you on the pilgrimage, Jigulf Arechi! ’ At this time, the Xuanguan outside just woke up like a dream and shouted loudly.

Boom, boom, boom!

The figure walked step by step on the thick gray and black carpet of the hall, making a heavy trampling sound.

His helmet seems to be different from other generals, with special horns resembling stag antlers on top of his head. Coupled with a height of nearly three meters and a body width of 1.78 meters, it is like a small mobile metal fortress. Just looking at it can make people feel suffocated.

Yue Dewen and other members of the new sect all focused their attention on this person.

Grandmasters present, there are also several Grandmasters, and those who can survive the previous great changes are the top powerhouses in each camp.

In Daling's martial ethos, the weak have no soil for survival.

Ordinary people are either attached to the strong, or they are strong themselves.

Boom.

The visitor stopped, stood in the middle of the hall, and looked up at the new emperor. The eyes under the helmet were pure silver, with a kind of coldness and aloofness.

Xindi involuntarily flickered away.

The visitor turned his gaze to Yue Dewen who was sitting beside him.

"I haven't returned for a long time, but I didn't expect that it would be you, Lao Yue, who came up to break the rules."

"The avenue turns, and the destiny is what it is. What's the matter? Are you not convinced?" Yue Dewen's eyes widened slowly, and he looked straight at the other party without flinching.

"Submit?" Jigurph laughed loudly, "Master Yue, I'm a rough man, I don't understand your devious calculations."

"Since you claim that the general trend has been achieved and the destiny is here, then use your destiny and your general trend to crush me to death."

"I want to see, is your destiny stronger, or my army stronger?"

His bell-like voice exploded in the hall.

All the courtiers calmed down, even the grand master, no matter how self-improving he is at this time, he would not dare to speak indiscriminately.

Self-improvement is self-improvement, not suicide.

At this time, it became clear that the return of the god general was to intimidate Yue Dewen.

In a dispute involving the two most powerful forces in the world, whoever enters will be a manipulator.

Without talking nonsense, Yue Dewen slowly stood up from his seat. Step by step from the top to the bottom of the steps, towards the general.

As he approached step by step, a chaotic gray cloud lingered from behind him.

The cloud and mist can only be seen by those who cultivate the gods. Among them, the faces of gods and Buddhas are faintly visible, and the ones sitting on the top are the Taoist Tianzun and the moon god.

Jigurph sneered, and also moved forward slowly, holding the golden scimitar at his waist.

A pure white mist slowly diffused behind him, and at the core of it, a blue sky-like pupil with vertical pupils suddenly opened.

The pupils were several meters wide and more than ten meters long, floating behind Jigulf like a long and narrow crack. Like a door.

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Heavy snow covered the roofs of houses in Wushan Mansion.

In many places, children have started to build snowmen and have snowball fights. The auspicious snow heralds a good year, and the just right heavy snow gives a good sign for next year's harvest.

It's Chinese New Year.

Many wealthy households in the city began to set off fireworks.

Muchi Mansion also bought a lot and piled them together.

In the courtyard, Zhang Rongfang, Zhang Rongyu, brother-in-law Su Daheqi, the nanny holding his nephew, and others all gathered together, watching the scene where the servants gathered to light the fireworks.

The eaves were also replaced with red lanterns painted with festive patterns. Several priests drank and competed in the courtyard not far away, betting on winning or losing and drinking.

When the swords collided, I could see the surrounding waiters exclaiming from time to time.

Zhang Huanqing was able to stand and walk slowly at this time.

It's just that since he was a child, he didn't seem to like to laugh, his little face was tense, and he was extremely nervous. A cold firework was stuffed in his chubby little hand, and he didn't dare to move after shaking it a few times. No matter how his mother pushed him and patted him , all tensed up, with cold sweat on their foreheads.

This appearance made everyone around laugh.

"Hey, where's Meisha? Why hasn't she come out after calling her?" Zhang Rongyu asked doubtfully.

"Miss Meisa said that she had a headache and was a little bit cold, so she couldn't come out of the brazier in the house." A maid replied.

Zhang Rongyu glanced at Zhang Rongfang, and his younger brother was smiling. His figure had miraculously recovered to about 1.8 meters recently, and he looked much more normal.

The level of more than two meters and nearly three meters before seems a bit abnormal.

Moreover, this time, the younger brother invited a female companion to his house as a rare guest.

That girl is so beautiful and has a big butt, she will definitely have more.

Zhang Rongyu carefully looked at the woman beside Zhang Rongfang. Well, it's just a little flat on the top

Ran Xinyue, who was scrutinized by Zhang Rongyu secretly, felt a little helpless.

A few days ago, as a representative of the Anti-Time Society, she took the initiative to accept Zhang Rongfang's gift of Daoji of blood origin in order to completely solve the sequelae of worshiping gods in her body.

For the sake of a good relationship, Zhang Rongfang himself wanted to try whether the suppressed worship could be transformed into blood.

So he set out to give it a try.

It turned out to be a success.

The suppressed spiritual thread was repelled, and the transformed body was regenerated with new flesh and blood, completely replaced.

But in the middle process, Zhang Rongfang spent a lot of blood to replace it.

Its consumption is much more wasted than making a generation of blood descendants.

But it's a good thing after all. After worshiping God, people can still use these methods to forcefully pull themselves back and return to normal.

This was extremely difficult in the previous reverse time meeting.