Anyang City, Linghu Fort.
The famous Linghu family, relying on its great influence in the Jin Dynasty's military, is vaguely known as the number one clan in the Jin Dynasty.
As the residence of the Linghu clan members, Linghu Castle is naturally large in scale and full of atmosphere.
A circle of blue-gold color is only one foot shorter than the Imperial City. The city wall that is six feet narrower surrounds Linghu Fort. The square Linghu Fort covers an area in Anyang City that is almost the same as that of the Great Jin Emperor. The imperial city is quite large.
But unlike the Imperial City located in the middle of Anyang City, Linghu Fort is located in the northeast corner of Anyang City. There is a running water flowing directly into the city through a water gate. This running water runs through the entire Linghu Fort and connects Linghu Fort with a huge forest garden in the northeast outside Anyang City.
The area of the forest garden is seven or eight times the size of the imperial city. It contains mountains and hills, woods and grasslands, lakes and streams, flowers that never fade in all seasons, green trees all year round, countless palaces and pavilions, and countless of rare birds and animals.
This living water, as well as the water gate through which the living water enters the city, are all under the control of the Linghu family.
The big shots of the Linghu family got interested. As long as they boarded a small boat, they could go upstream. Through the small water gate that was open all year round, they could go directly from the majestic Linghu Castle to the exquisite and luxurious building. The forest garden.
In fact, strictly speaking, the real Linghu Fort is a complex of the square castle inside the city and the forest garden outside the city.
Therefore, everyone knows that the actual size of Linghu Castle, the residence of the Linghu clan, is eight or nine times the size of the imperial city.
This is transgression.
There is no doubt that this is transgression.
But the Great Jin Emperor said nothing about this, so how could others dare to speak
Directly north of Linghu Castle, in a large hall that is entirely green and black, a very long table, which can accommodate hundreds of people on both sides, is placed squarely in the middle of the hall.
On the top of the hall, a palm-sized pearl is inlaid in the middle of the caisson. The pearl emits a soft light, which shines just in the middle of the long table. You can vaguely see particles of dust dancing in the pearl light. The pearl light also illuminates both sides of the long table. of large chairs.
Linghu Qingqing was sitting at the end of the long table, squinting and smiling, admiring the nine blood tokens placed six feet in front of her on the long table. On the token, which is square in shape and made of jade-like material, an extremely delicate image of the Nine Dragons chasing the sun appears naturally, just like a living creature.
These nine tokens are the last spoils of the Three Kingdoms in the battle for the bloody flag.
After Linghu Qingqing finally obtained the huge Nine Dragons Chasing Sun Blood Flag, it turned into these nine bloody tokens.
These nine tokens are nine opportunities and nine lives!
Each token can ensure that a person like Linghu Qingqing has been stranded in the Fetal Realm for countless years. His body and divine fetus can no longer bear the daily soaring mana, essence and blood, and may dissipate on their own at any time between heaven and earth. The most powerful person in the womb realm can ascend to the sky in one step and enter the realm of gods.
From the womb realm to the realm of gods, there is great terror.
If a mortal wants to be like a carp jumping over a dragon's gate, to transform from a mortal to a god, the world will not tolerate it.
Therefore, countless calamities are coming to heaven and earth. Among all calamities, the most intuitive, terrifying, and unbearable one is the continuous terrifying thunder calamity that can penetrate the heaven and earth with every blow.
Relying on one's own cultivation, even if there are divine weapons of heaven with him, even if there are innate spiritual treasures to protect him, he will never be able to stop the horrific disaster, and it is absolutely impossible to successfully shed his mortal body and become a god.
Only this token given by the 'God of God', only this 'God of God' order', every piece of 'God of God' order' can ensure that a powerful person like Linghu Qingqing can become a god in a stable and calm manner.
Gods... have infinite lifespan.
This alone is enough... The soldiers of the Three Kingdoms who died in the battle for the bloody flag can be regarded as a well-deserved death. Using their deaths in exchange for nine noble gods... Using the lives of ants in exchange for Tianlong, how cost-effective is this
So what if a hundred times more soldiers died
The territory of the Three Kingdoms is so vast, and the number of people is in the trillions. Haha, a few casualties are not worth mentioning.
"What a wonderful baby, can you guys still hold it in?" Linghu Qingqing smiled and tapped her fingers gently on the armrest of the big chair.
"I, Linghu Qingqing, did not bring shame to the ancestors of the Linghu family... I, the Linghu family, got the last order from the gods... It was also me, the Linghu family, who got the last order from the gods... This time, I, Linghu Qingqing, Finally, I grabbed the God’s Order with my own hands.”
"In this way, it can ensure the prosperity of my Linghu family for thousands of years. It is really gratifying."
Linghu Qingqing smiled extremely brightly.
Wearing a green and black robe, a green jade belt around his waist, and a high green wood crown on his head, the current head of the Linghu family walked in quietly with a rosy face. Across the long table, the head of the Linghu family saluted Linghu Qingqing with a smile on his face.
"Ancestor! The guests are all here."
Linghu Qingqing nodded slowly and glanced at the head of the Linghu family with a smile.
Which generation of grandson is this boy, his Linghu Qingqing? Well, it's not important. I have lived long enough and have too many children and grandchildren. It is too troublesome to care about this generation and so on... Anyway, except for a few brothers of the same generation who cannot be cultivated, all the members of the Linghu clan are now Linghu clan members. Hu Qingqing's junior.
As for what this guy's name is... it doesn't matter.
The Linghu family has Linghu Qingqing, and this name represents the Linghu family.
The head of the Linghu family is just a spokesperson randomly selected by Linghu Qingqing and a group of elders to appear in public and speak out for the interests of the Linghu family. In the final analysis, he is a super butler.
This kid still has a long way to go if he wants to reach Linghu Qingqing's current status.
"Please come in! Haha, we are all old friends, very good, very good." Linghu Qingqing smiled and waved his hand gently.
The head of the Linghu family smiled and bowed deeply, then exited the hall step by step.
After a while, more than twenty figures walked into the hall. They walked straight to the long table closest to Linghu Qingqing and took their seats on the big chairs on both sides.
"There are only nine yuan for the God's Order... I will use one for myself and prepare another for my brother Qianxiu... There are seven yuan left. Old friends, you can make an offer." Linghu Qingqing smiled brightly as he looked at the twenty-odd items. The human figure seemed to be looking at more than twenty fat pigs lined up on the chopping board.
A burly old man spoke in a low voice: "Old Qing, your family already owes me a favor... The ninth son of Prince Xuan, his mother is the concubine of your Linghu family. I have made arrangements for him. Let him receive the title of Duke Youjiang."
The burly old man flicked his fingers on the table and said calmly: "An Uncle Youjiang is nothing, but with the title, he will be qualified to compete for the position of Prince Xuan's son. When he inherits the throne of Prince Xuan, a title will be valuable. Now...you have to keep this favor in mind."
Linghu Qingqing glanced at the burly old man with a smile: "I remember, well, this is indeed a small chip, but it is not enough..."
An old man with a pale face spoke softly: "Old Linghu, don't forget that it was me who mobilized the royal family to support them and rushed out to reinforce them. Otherwise, it would be difficult for you to seize the nine pieces of the God's Token! So, when there is One piece belongs to me."
Linghu Qingqing looked at the old man Qinghui, and he narrowed his eyes: "Your Excellency, the 'friendship' between you and me for many years, a piece of the God's Token, definitely belongs to you. But, it cannot be given to you in vain! This I took the order of the gods with my own hands, so the gods only recognize the authority I have. Therefore, you have to pay the price."
Old Man Qinghui also narrowed his eyes. His gaze was like a knife, which collided fiercely with Linghu Qingqing's equally sharp and cold gaze.
He tapped his fingers hard on the long table. After a long, long time, the old man Qing Kui said in a deep voice: "In the northwest, the twenty-two new prefectures opened by the Divine Power Army, the governors and princesses of the prefectures, all belong to your Linghu family."
Linghu Qingqing smiled and nodded: "Not big, not small, medium chips... not worth a piece of God's Token. However, don't worry, friends, we have time to discuss slowly. Well, here comes someone. Ah, good tea and good wine, haha, I am happy today, I have taken care of all the tea and wine."
In Anyang City, the Linghu family was full of guests. For a few pieces of the God's Token, the terrifying and terrifying benefits were treated as small weights and gently placed on the scale in Linghu Qingqing's heart.
In Dazezhou, Wu Tiexu stood on the thick mud, roaring angrily.
A group of unknown insects were flying and buzzing as they rushed toward Wu Tie's seven orifices, trying to get into his seven orifices to suck blood and eat meat happily.
Wu Tie's body suddenly erupted with three-color fire.
This was the magical samadhi true fire that came with the Nine Revolutions Xuan Gong. This supreme divine flame instantly caused the temperature within a hundred feet around him to soar, and a small group of insects turned into blue smoke in an instant.
The mud at Wu Tie's feet was directly melted into a translucent glass state by the Samadhi True Fire. When Wu Tie put away the Samadhi True Fire, the melted mud cooled quickly, and the mud within a hundred feet around Wu Tie was calcined into A large piece of smooth light black glass.
From a distance, a group of zombie-like men and women looked this way, pointing cautiously this way.
After a while, from a rough thatched shed in the distance, a lean man with his chest bare, a large piece of black chest hair hanging on his chest, and a piece of burlap tied around his waist staggered out.
"Who is here, yelling, here..."
The lean man suddenly shivered with excitement. He widened his eyes and took a closer look at Wu Tie's gorgeous uniform unique to the senior generals of the Great Jin Dynasty. His lean and sinister face was suddenly covered with pimples. Full of smiles.
"Sir, sir, oh, sir, you have worked hard all the way. Sir, you are... oh, everyone is entertaining... But, you can't blame us..."
The lean man threw himself at Wu Tie's feet and kowtowed three times carefully.
"The postmaster of this posthouse, as well as all the other gentlemen, died more than half a month ago... Hey, in the past half month, you are still the first living person to come to this posthouse... Why? , is it just you, my lord?"
The lean man looked around blankly.
What Wu Tie was wearing was indeed a high-level military uniform of the Jin Dynasty general level. However, according to the Jin Dynasty military system, even a third-level general with the lowest status would be surrounded by thousands of soldiers when traveling. He would be followed by at least ten or twenty thousand personal soldiers. Without a five- to six-hundred-foot-long flagship to accompany you, and without a dozen small and medium-sized building ships to escort you, you would be embarrassed to say hello to others.
This gentleman is so alone... Oh, no, there is also a carriage with two horses, and he just came here
"Who are you, really?"
Wu Tie looked down at the lean man and said coldly: "Yicheng and the others are all dead? Who are you?"
The lean man laughed dryly, carefully knelt on the ground and said: "Little one, little one is the assistant of this post house... little one..."
Wu Tie kicked the lean man and kicked him seven or eight feet away.
The ground was turned into a glass mirror by the real fire of Wutie Samadhi, and the man slid away with a "chirp" sound, not even a scratch on his skin.
"I don't think you're a good person... Why did you come to Dazezhou?"
Seeing the miserable state of Dazezhou, Wu Tie roughly understood the situation in Dazezhou.
I'm afraid there won't be any good people here.
This wretched, evil-looking man is definitely not a good guy.
"Villain, villain..." The lean man rolled his eyes and suddenly cried: "Villain is wronged... The villain was just passing by a certain backyard, saw a money bag in the yard, and accidentally picked up the money bag , who knows how many pearls worth millions are inside?"
Wu Tie pulled out the Six-Refined Immortal Weapon sword from his waist. The sword flew out with a swish, and the tip of the sword hit the lean man's Adam's apple.
"To be honest, what did you do to get here?" Wu Tie looked at the lean man coldly: "I am in a very bad mood, and now I really want to kill seven or eight hundred of his people to vent my anger!"
The lean man was sweating profusely. He said tremblingly: "He broke into the house and robbed the owner. He raped the three daughters of the owner, picked his two sons, and sold them as child beggars... The sentence was executed, but Da Zezhou I need people to help me. The judge asked me whether I wanted to die or live. The villain wanted to live, so I came here... "
Wu Tie looked at the lean man.
"So, you are the ultimate scumbag... What are you still doing?" Wu Tie raised his eyebrows, and stabbed forward with the sword of the immortal soldier suspended in the air. On the lean man's neck, a very thin stream of blood appeared. It just flowed out.
"The villain deserves death for his crime, but he has lived in Daze Prefecture for seven years. He is the longest living person in Daze Prefecture today... The villain is very familiar with the situation in Daze Prefecture... "
A streak of yellow water came out from under the crotch of the lean man's trousers, and flowed a large area along the glass floor.
"Then, tell me, what should I be most careful about in Dazezhou?" Wu Tie looked at the lean man coldly.
"What you need to be most careful about is not the restless natives or the poisonous insects and ferocious beasts. Yes, yes, yes..."
The lean man's eyes rolled around. He looked at the immortal soldier on his Adam's apple, and then at Wu Tie, with a look of confusion and embarrassment on his face.
Suddenly, a shout came from a distance: "Master Tax Cheng is back in the city!"
"Du Cheng?" Wu Tie's eyes widened.
"Shucheng!" The lean man trembled and finally uttered these two words.