Chapter 87 Valley of One Hundred Saints

The moon is like a big, white jade ball. It rises and falls, and it is the end of March.

March 27th, night, by the Bailu River in the suburbs of the city.

On the sparkling river surface, as far as the eye can see, there are only dots of fishing fires in the distance.

Wang Zheng, the Secretary of the Ministry of Household Affairs, stood on the pebble beach by the river and looked up at the river:

"There has been no movement in Qihuang Valley. There must have been a problem with the imperial master. Cheng Jiujiang has gathered all the men and will forcefully enter Qihuang Valley tomorrow..."

Zhao Ze stood beside him, holding a folding fan, fanning Wang Zheng:

"How many people did Cheng Jiujiang summon?"

"Although the imperial court stood by and watched, it would not let the two sects fight for blood, let alone the disciples of Qihuang Valley trained by the imperial court. In order to take into account the influence of both sides, only a few masters of Qihuang Valley could move. Cheng Jiujiang himself, plus Da Da

Elder Lan Ying, and Lu Mingzhou from Qingchi Jianzhuang, there are only a few of them in total."

"Lan Ying and Lu Mingzhou are both at the first level of Linggu. They can contain at most two people. Without going to the fourth level of Jiujiang Linggu, one person is enough to defeat the remaining four masters of Qihuang Valley. The chance of winning is quite high."

Wang Zheng frowned: "Here you go again. Have you forgotten what I told you last time? You send two of the opponent's one. It seems to have a good chance of winning, but in fact it is not safe. Either it won't move. If you want to move, you have to fight the lion against the rabbit and let the opponent

There is no way to backhand."

Zhao Ze chuckled: "Master Wang is still very cunning."

Wang Zheng clasped his hands behind his back and was a little dissatisfied: "I have delayed Cheng Jiujiang for so long in order to wait for that god of yours to come over. If you come here with a few small fish and shrimps, then don't blame Li Xiang for being unkind afterwards. Li Xiang let you

If you come here, you can go to the Great Yan Dynasty to invite an expert..."

Zhao Ze nodded quickly: "Don't worry, Mr. Wang. Although our Baisheng Valley sign has not been hung up yet, our strength cannot be underestimated... Hey, here we are."

While chatting, a merchant ship floated on the sparkling river.

There were no lights or fires on the merchant ship, and only a few figures standing on the deck could be vaguely seen.

Wang Zheng stood with his hands behind his hands. When the merchant ship slowly docked, he took a few steps back and looked up.

call--

As the merchant ship docked by the river, a dark wind blew under the moonlight, blowing the willow leaves nearby.

The merchant ship put down its pedals, and white smoke flowed down from the deck and gathered on the river beach. Gradually, the entire merchant ship was wrapped in white smoke, like a fairyland in Yaotai.

Wang Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly and was about to speak when he suddenly saw a white full moon shining through the smoke, reflecting the outline of a human figure.

The cloak on the figure is not moving in the wind, and the white mist is also swirling around it. Looking from the white mist, it seems to be standing in front of the full moon.

Tap tap tap——

The figure walked slowly down the steps, followed by followers lined up on the left and right, also wearing black cloaks, holding Yin Yang flags and other objects in their hands, swaying left and right.

Zhao Ze looked solemn and quickly raised his hand to salute:

"Disciple Zhao Ze, pay your respects to the Heavenly Lord!"

The figure walking in front held a whisk in his hand, and his cloak covered his whole body. His appearance could not be seen clearly, but he nodded slightly:

"No gift."

The voice was ethereal, as if coming from the sky!

Wang Zheng saw the scene where the immortal fell into the mortal world. He was stunned for a long time and then slowly stepped forward. He circled around Tianzun twice and nodded in praise:

"This appearance is really good and can fool a lot of people."

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The Eight Treasures Heavenly Lord held a whisk in his hand and said in a deep voice:

"How dare a mere mortal dare to be in front of this deity..."

Wang Zheng raised his hand and interrupted the Eight Treasures Tianzun's words:

"Okay, there are no outsiders here. The life and death of the Imperial Master is unknown, and you are so scared that you hide your head and dare not enter the country. No matter how high-minded you are, how can you be so powerful? The Imperial Master is not as grand as you when you come out."

The Eight Treasures Heavenly Lord stopped speaking suddenly and turned his head to look at Zhao Ze.

Zhao Ze hurriedly stepped forward and said respectfully: "This is Mr. Wang Zhengwang, the Secretary of Household Affairs of the Great Dan Dynasty, one of my own. I originally wanted to arrange for some people to greet him, but Mr. Wang said that the matter has not been completed and it is inconvenient to make a big splash, so..."

"..."

Ba Bao Tianzun was speechless. He threw the fly whisk to the little boy behind him, raised his hand and took off the hood of his cloak, revealing his face - he looked about forty years old, with a hooked nose and a good complexion.

A practicing person is more like a middle-aged Confucian scholar.

"It turns out to be Mr. Wang. I'm disrespectful. I, Xu Yuankui, have heard for a long time that Mr. Wang is known for his exhaustive strategy. When I saw him today, he was indeed extraordinary."

Wang Zheng felt much more comfortable and looked down at the white mist at his feet:

"Put this thing away. The capital is not far from here. It's hard to explain if it's discovered."

"Everyone in the market believes this, but it makes Mr. Wang laugh."

Xu Yuankui raised his hand slightly, and on the rear deck, a young man holding a luminous round mirror put down the bronze mirror. A monk who was doing a hand seal also stopped, and the white smoke on the ground gradually dissipated, revealing the deck.

True appearance.

There were about ten people standing on the deck. Except for the honor guard in front who was wearing a black cloak, the others were all dressed in different costumes. There were also a few beasts lying on the deck, waiting for orders in a neat manner.

Wang Zheng glanced briefly, frowned and said: "You are called the 'Valley of Hundred Saints', but you only have so many people?"

Xu Yuankui said with a smile: "My subordinates are good, not many. Although I am a wild cultivator in the mountains and rivers, I am also a disciple and grandson of Lord Yanyue. If I don't have any skills, I have no chance of becoming my disciple."

Lord Yan Yue is the ancestor of Yi Yue Lin, one of the nine sects. Wang Zheng heard something from Zhao Ze, shook his head and said:

"Whether it is Great Dan or Dayan, as long as you are a practitioner, you can trace your ancestry back to the Nine Great Immortal Families. All the families in Qihuang Valley come from the sect of Lord Huangshan. There is nothing to brag about."

"Lord Wang, what you said is wrong. Things like Qihuang Valley can't even be considered as a lower sect. Back then, I was an introductory disciple of Yanyue Lin and a serious 'immortal master' of the eight classics. I am better than your national master Yue.

Being born in Pingyang is still orthodox."

Wang Zheng was dubious, and turned to look at the people behind him: "Are you sure these people can solve tomorrow's problems? If Qihuang Valley and the Fuji Mountain enshrined by King Lie are not removed, Prime Minister Li will not be able to support outsiders like you to rise to power.

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Xu Yuankui stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes dull:

"With the absence of National Master Yue Pingyang, the Great Dan Dynasty does not have a general like me. I alone can conquer the Qihuang Valley. But Mr. Wang said hello in advance, and I also brought help this time. I have made acquaintance with these three people.

Taoist friends, Zheng Yuan, Yan Jiu, and Zhang Jianlong are all monks in the Linggu Realm, and their strength is only slightly stronger than that of the masters of Qihuang Valley."

The three people standing behind Xu Yuankui raised their hands and saluted.

Wang Zheng nodded in return. He was not a practitioner and did not understand the level of Taoism. He just warned: "I hope you won't be like Zhao Ze, who only uses his words to show off his skills. Tomorrow, if there is a fight between Qihuang Valley and Fuji Mountain, you guys should stay put and wait.

Both sides are hurt, just come out and finish it off."

Xu Yuankui nodded, but then said: "Master Wang also knows that the spiritual energy of the Great Dan Dynasty is thin and is not suitable for the cultivation of monks in the Linggu Realm. We really can't find a trap outside, so we will come here to become a national master. If in the future,

I can't continue practicing. Even if I can stay, my subordinates won't be able to stay, so the incense offerings must be agreed upon in advance."

Wang Zheng frowned: "A thousand white jade bahts every year are not enough for your practice?"

"If it were enough, how could Yue Pingyang stay in the same place for a hundred years? If he wants to support his disciples and grandchildren, plus the original disciples of Qihuang Valley, if there are less than 3,000 white jade baht every year, the sect's brand will not be able to stand up."

"Three thousand?"

Wang Zheng frowned: "If you have taken root in Qihuang Valley for two hundred years, wouldn't you be able to live well with a thousand coins a year?"

"In the past two hundred years, apart from Yue Pingyang, how many famous monks have come out of Qihuang Valley?"

"..."

Wang Zheng thought about it for a moment: "I will go back and discuss with Li Xiang. If I am satisfied, I will certainly satisfy Xu Xianchang."

"Then thank you in advance, Mr. Wang."
Chapter completed!