The male voice was clear, hoarse and magnetic. People couldn't help but want to get closer to his voice. There is also a faint aura of sharpness and nobility, with an underlying edge.
"It is said that in the north of the Middle-earth continent, there is a young man from a noble family. At the age of nineteen, he killed a seventh-level thunder giant butterfly alone with only his sword. He has been favored by the sects of the Cloud Realm." He is also a spiritual and martial artist. Due to his family background, martial arts and spiritual methods have entered the realm of Huanyang Xuanwu Sect. He can be said to be the first person in Donglin Yunlu in ten years. It’s also a shame that his clansmen kept this son in the snow for so long. "
When he took over the topic and said this, the young man narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "It is possible to kill the seventh-level giant lemon with the sixth-level realm. Even if he is a spiritual and martial artist, it is impossible. He is probably not an emperor's martial arts. By leveraging the power of one country and one army, we can practice both spiritual and martial arts."
"Although this man comes from an aristocratic family, he does not command an army and has never been the leader of a country. On the contrary, his family is very ambitious and is working hard to recruit heroes and accumulate strength. I am afraid that he has the intention of being disobedient. The situation that day , no one else knows, but if my guess is correct, it should be that under the pressure of the seventh-order giant butterfly, he suddenly had an epiphany and entered the realm of spiritual and martial unity. This person is twenty-one years old. It is really special. It’s rare. Although his talent in martial arts is not as good as Zongshou’s, he became a psychic with swordsmanship at the age of thirteen. However, if there is no other person in the younger generation who can combine spirit and martial arts, this boy should be invincible.”
There was a hint of appreciation in his voice. Then the man's tone also became calm.
"It is said that this boy also uses diagonal techniques!"
The young man in Confucian uniform smiled heartily when he heard this: "So, your Sword Sect is planning to take that person into your sect as well?"
The purple long sword did not hide it at all, and the tip of the sword was slightly pointed: "That is indeed the intention. Don't you, the common people, be unmoved?"
"To be honest, Your Majesty, I, the Taoist Master of the common people, have definitely never been tempted."
The young man in Confucian uniform chuckled, with a hint of self-consciousness: "I am somewhat self-aware. Common people's Taoism has always been regarded as evil heretics, and it is okay to occasionally make trouble in Middle-earth. But if we treat these possible The candidates for the Emperor of God will take action, but they will definitely be besieged by the crowd. No matter whether it is Buddhism, Confucianism, Taoism, or any other demonic sect, they will not allow me, the common people, to get involved."
His eyes flashed again, revealing a bit of brilliance: "What if this is not the case? As long as your Sword Sect is willing to give up this sect guard to me, the Cangsheng Dao. Then this God Emperor's seed, our Cangsheng Six Sects, will definitely help you fight for it. !”
There was a sudden silence from the purple sword. After a moment, he asked doubtfully: "Are you really willing? Although swordsmanship and channeling are good, the gap in understanding may not be irreparable. The aptitude for the integration of spirit and martial arts is terrible. It's hard to find someone. You may not find one for thousands of years."
"So what if you don't give in?"
The young man in Confucian uniform shook his head slightly, and then raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of expectation: "I am optimistic about this sect guard, and he is very suitable for my temperament. If he is well trained, his achievements in swordsmanship may not be as good as those of your sword sect. He is the direct successor of the future. But you, my lord, if you really choose this son, you need to be careful in the future. It is good to have the qualifications of combining spiritual and martial arts. But to truly master it, you still need to work hard. A If it doesn't work well, it might be abolished. There are many people who can achieve the unity of spirit and martial arts by chance before the throne of heaven. But in the end, there are only a few people who can do it again. "
"How I train my disciples has nothing to do with you."
The purple sword stopped talking nonsense, and the sword body trembled again: "Since you have made up your mind, then this matter is settled like this. That's very good! Zong Shou, I will give it to you, but you, the common people, must also do it Give all your strength to help my Sword Sect fight for it."
When the words fell, the sword shook again. It flew directly through the air and disappeared on the top of the tower.
When the young man in Confucian uniform saw this, he was extremely envious. Having this second soul is indeed extremely convenient. When I have free time in the future, I will definitely get one.
I also felt secretly relaxed in my heart, sitting on the top of this tower for more than a month. But it's not just about fighting with words. The Sword Sect's method, no matter what it is, has always been to fight for it with strength and win it with the sword.
He muttered secretly again: "It's finally done, but this guy actually agreed like this? He's not afraid of colluding with me, the Dao of Common Life. Being accused by those bullshit of colluding with evil spirits? Is this Sword Sect really ambitious and wants to aspire to the Middle Earth? A battle for the throne?"
Shaking his head in confusion, the young man in Confucian uniform stood up. Then he yawned and stretched his waist.
Seeing the thunder and lightning on the spikes below, they are getting thicker and thicker. He couldn't help but click and step on it casually, causing the thousand-foot giant tower to shake violently.
"Okay! You don't need to chase people away, I will leave by myself. Since the master of the Sword Sect has left, there is no need for me to stay here any longer. Hey! If you weren't the only one here, I could cover my breath. Do you think I Are you in the mood to come to this shabby place like yours? What a shabby tower, you look so ugly that you can’t even ask me for it."
Just when the giant tower was almost violent, countless thunder snakes flashed out of the way. The young man in Confucian uniform had already flicked his sleeves. Wave the wind and clouds of thousands of miles, and you will be hundreds of miles away with one step.
Traveling through the clouds, the young man suddenly let out another startled cry. I closed my eyes and fell into deep grace.
"The secret martial arts of the king? This Zong Shou is really good at everything he learns. But this is really difficult to handle. He is not the God Emperor. What does he want with this imperial aura?"
Another wry smile: "Can it be said that as soon as this child enters the world, I will lose a rare treasure? This child is really not easy to worry about."
But there was not much sadness on his face. Instead, there was a bit of joy on the young man's face.
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Two days later, it was still the top of Qiantian Mountain. The top of Qiantian Mountain was actually extremely steep before.
But since Zong Weiran built the city here, he completely leveled the mountain and created a vast flat land with a length of thousands of feet from north to south.
After the Chongzheng Hall, there is a palace that is quite large. However, the houses built here are majestic. However, the decoration inside is a bit shabby.
It can give Zong Shou a glimpse of the simplicity of his cheap father when he was still the Demon King.
At this moment, Zong Shou was sitting weakly in a warm pavilion.
This place is where Zong Weiran handles government affairs on a daily basis, and is considered a study. After Zong Shou succeeded the Demon King, he naturally occupied this place after the death of his father and his son.
But at this time, he had a frown on his face. For the first time, he felt that the position of this demon king, the lord of a city, was really not that easy to assume.
During the past two days, he was almost buried in piles of animal skins and bamboo slips. That's right, it's animal skins and bamboo slips.
In this era, paper was still extremely rare. All the tribes under Qiantian Mountain and the vassal cities used animal skins and bamboo slips instead of paper to write official reports and save expenses.
In future generations, it would be called "saving official expenses" and more than half of them were made from free animal skins.
But Zong Shou suffered a lot, and it took two days. Stained with earthy nitrate and fishy smell. Even though his hands were strong enough to weigh tens of thousands of kilograms, they still felt a little sore from being pressed down by those bamboo slips.
At this moment, there are days' worth of animal skins and bamboo slips piled up in this room.
Although it has been more than half a year, the inventory has been accumulated in the sky. But it can also be concluded that the city lord's daily affairs are very heavy.
I really don’t understand how Zong Weiran managed the affairs of the nine provinces in an orderly manner and at the same time, his martial arts realm also advanced by leaps and bounds.
With a sigh, Zong Shou turned to Weishui who was holding the animal skin on one side, and opened his mouth to say a few words, but he was hoarse and could not make much sound. In the end, I had no choice but to do it with both hands."
Ruoshui looked confused and watched Zong Shou waving his hands wildly. After a while, he guessed: "The prince is saying that he wants to pick out the important ones?"
At this moment, Zong Weiran was so moved that he was about to cry. This girl finally understood. It was not easy.
Next to her, Su Chuxue couldn't help but chuckle: "Young Master, you are truly unprecedented this time. That Sky Fox Clan Uncle couldn't do anything to you. In the end, he actually made himself mute, Young Master. Lord, why are you laughing so hard?"
Zong Shou hummed, but he couldn't make a sound. He had no choice but to glare angrily at Chuxue and make a few ouch sounds to show his dissatisfaction. This girl really doesn't have a long memory. A while ago, this girl's snowy buttocks were severely punished by him, but this time her tail was raised to the sky again. How dare you mock your young master
"Young Master, your voice must be changing. My uncle said that all children are like this. We, the demon clan, have merged with the blood of divine beasts, which makes us even more different."
After taking a look at Zong Shou's Adam's apple, Chu Xue thought of herself. It might be the same, and I can't help but feel a little worried.
But a moment later, he saw the threat in Zong Shou's eyes again. She immediately remembered something and her pretty face turned red. Then he rolled his eyes slightly and snorted coldly with a bit of revenge: "But like the young master, he laughs and laughs until he becomes dumb. I have never seen it before. It is said that there are still residual sputum in our throats. The throat bones are there. After some people become mute, they will recover in a day or two, while for some it will take a month, two months, or even several years. Some people will never be able to speak in their entire lives. Right, Sister Ruoshui?"
Weak Shui is picking through the pile of animal skins, the ones that seem to be more important."
Hearing this, he couldn't help but nodded blankly.
Zong Shou was suddenly startled and a little worried. He looked inside for the past two days and used his true energy to explore. There is indeed almost excess bone in the throat, and the vocal cords seem to have changed slightly. The situation does not look serious.
But when it comes to speaking and making sounds again, I can't say for sure.
Could it be said that if I don't recover in a few months or a few years, I will only be mute for a few years
I really regret that I really got carried away that day at the altar of sacrifice to heaven.
In fact, it’s good to pretend to be cool like a scholar, Feng Qingyun Dan. You don’t necessarily have to laugh to show off your heroic demeanor, that’s too tacky!