The entrance of the Imperial Capital Luxury Inn.
Tang Yin was holding a long sword, standing solemnly at the door, his whole body was extremely serious, his eyes were looking straight into the distance, and the bulging true energy was flowing outside his body, shining brightly in the dark night.
Behind him, a beam of true energy shot up into the sky, sending out a surging breath. He knew that it was his foodie master who had broken through, but he also had some headaches. Tang Yin was very clear about the current situation in the imperial capital. At that time, such a high-profile breakthrough was only made by his master.
Isn't this telling people clearly that you want to make trouble
In today's imperial capital, what does it mean for a seventh-rank war saint to appear? The crown prince and King Yu will be almost completely jealous. The strong are equal to resources, which is the guarantee for them to ascend to the throne.
Sure enough, looking at the burly figure coming from the sky above the sky, Tang Yin concentrated his attention and let out a light breath.
"The patron saint of the Qingfeng Empire, the seventh-rank war sage... Xiao Meng?" Tang Yin stared at Xiao Meng, and it was the first time he had seen this legendary figure.
Beside Tang Yin, Junior Sister Lu Xiaoxiao also stood up and stood timidly behind him, which warmed his heart.
"I don't know who you are, what are you doing in my imperial capital?"
Before the person arrived, Xiao Meng's majestic voice descended, as if an invisible coercion fell on Tang Yin's body, making his figure tremble slightly.
"I am a member of the Tianji Sect. The three of us, the master and the apprentice, came to the imperial capital without malice. Please rest assured, General." Tang Yin said neither humble nor overbearing, clenching his fist at Xiao Meng who came from the sky.
Xiao Meng stood with his hands behind his back, stepped out slowly step by step, his clothes fluttering, and soon, he landed in front of Tang Yin with a serious face.
"Tianjizong? When His Majesty passed away, Tianjizong actually sent a seventh-rank war sage into my Qingfeng Imperial Capital. You told me that there was no malice? Do you think I will believe it?" Xiao Meng said lightly, with the corners of his mouth curled up, as if laugh.
Tang Yin was really suffering and couldn't tell, they really didn't have any malicious intentions, and they came to the imperial capital only for the Phoenix Blood Grass in the hands of senior Bu Fang... Things have developed to the present, Tang Yin is also helpless.
It's all caused by greed, Tang Yin couldn't laugh or cry, if his foodie master didn't eat all the dishes in the senior's shop, wouldn't everything be fine
Under the coercion deliberately released by Xiao Meng, Tang Yin could only emphasize again and again that they did not have any malicious intentions.
The soaring beam of true energy in the inn was rapidly shrinking, obviously the people inside had made a breakthrough and began to restrain their aura. Soon, the beam of light dissipated completely...
Da da da.
Clear footsteps sounded, and Zhao Musheng came slowly wearing a crane cloak, squinting his eyes, with a smile on his face.
"General Xiao, don't scare the other party. After all, you are a guest from afar. The strong Tianjizong finally appeared in our imperial capital. As the host, we must give them enough respect."
Zhao Musheng's voice was very gentle, with a kind of tact and a smile, which made people unable to get angry.
But Xiao Meng became angry when he saw Zhao Musheng's face. This old fox is actually a seventh-rank war saint. Everyone has been deceived by him for so long... No wonder His Majesty was very wary of Zhao Musheng when he was alive. It is not easy to expect this old fox.
A seventh-rank battle saint has hidden his cultivation for so many years, what is his real identity? What is the purpose? Xiao Meng didn't understand everything.
So Xiao Meng didn't have the slightest good looks towards Zhao Musheng.
The pressure on Tang Yin was even greater. An imperial general and an imperial left chancellor were all dignified people, and the invisible pressure made him tremble.
Just when Tang Yin felt the pressure was huge, the door behind him suddenly opened, and a gust of true energy like a breeze blew past, making the pressure on Tang Yin disappear like ice melting and snow melting.
A figure wrapped in a long robe stepped out of it.
"Master." Both Tang Yin and Lu Xiaoxiao hurriedly shouted.
Xiao Meng and Zhao Musheng also looked over, only seeing a woman with a veil.
Zhao Musheng's eyes narrowed, he recognized the identity of this woman at a glance, he was a little surprised... The third elder of Tianji Sect, this status is very noble, what is the purpose of the other party coming to the imperial capital
Xiao Meng squinted at this woman, the surge of true energy had not dissipated, but it made him feel a sense of danger, this woman... is not simple.
"Zhao Musheng, long time no see... The uncle from back then has grown into the old man he is now." Ni Yan smiled lightly.
Zhao Musheng withdrew his gaze, the corners of his mouth curled up, and sighed: "The little girl in those days has now become a distinguished person, Tianjizong, it really is not easy."
"What do you mean by entering my imperial capital?" Xiao Meng frowned, looking at the other person, he seemed to be very familiar with Zhao Musheng. Could it be that Zhao Musheng is also a member of Tianji Sect
Ni Yan's all-powerful eyes turned and landed on Xiao Meng, and the smile on his face also disappeared. Then he raised his finger, pointed at Zhao Musheng, and said to Xiao Meng: "What is he doing in the imperial capital? Come... just to do something."
Pfft... When Zhao Musheng heard this, he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. After so many years, this girl is still as trouble-loving as she was back then. As soon as these words came out, he was also dragged into the water.
Tang Yin and Lu Xiaoxiao below were stunned. What was Master talking about? Isn't their purpose of coming to the imperial capital purely for the Phoenix Blood Grass? When is there another purpose
"Don't talk nonsense, the old man has been in the imperial capital all these years, all the way to the position of left minister, in order to serve the empire, you don't want to be bloody." Zhao Musheng laughed and waved his hands, indicating that his purpose in the imperial capital is very simple.
Xiao Meng chuckled, who would believe Zhao Musheng's nonsense.
"What? Old man Zhao? Do you think what I said is wrong? How about we fight and whoever wins will be right?" Ni Yan looked at Zhao Musheng with big eyes, and said cheerfully.
Zhao Musheng twitched the corner of his mouth, shook his head, turned around and left without staying too long.
"My old bones can't stand the toss."
Xiao Meng took a deep look at Ni Yan. Ni Yan is naturally fearless. Although Xiao Meng is the patron saint of the Qingfeng Empire, she is not afraid at all. After all, Ni Yan, who has just broken through, still has a lot of confidence.
Xiao Meng left without too much entanglement with Ni Yan.
After Xiao Meng left, Ni Yan's big eyes gradually showed arrogance, and she glanced around. Then, a pleasant female voice resounded, and she moved towards the surroundings of the inn.
"All the cats and dogs around, get out of here! Don't bother me, I don't want to see anyone!"
King Yu and the prince, who were on their way, suddenly turned dark... This female warrior seems to be a little irritable.
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Bu Fang, who had just climbed into bed and was about to go to bed, was suddenly awakened by the rippling sound of drinking, and rubbed his eyes in confusion. Why did this sound seem familiar, but after thinking about it, he couldn't think of anything, so Bu Fang continued to sleep , cooked a panacea but exhausted him.
The first elixir diet failed without any suspense. It didn't mean that the cooked food was inedible, but that it was different from Bu Fang's psychological expectations. Sometimes there were some mistakes.
The ingredients provided by Xiao Yue are only one, and any mistakes cannot be made, so Bu Fang must summarize today's mistakes and strive for success tomorrow.
And when the next day dawned, the imperial capital began a busy day.
Inside the palace, on top of the majestic Daxiong Hall, many eunuchs and maids are busy making arrangements. In two days, it will be the day of His Majesty's funeral. Some things need to be prepared, and the atmosphere is a little sad for a while.
Outside the Tianxuan Gate, Ji Chengxue was wearing a plain robe and walking slowly towards the Daxiong Hall, her eyes were full of complex expressions.