Cheng Zhiyuan said to Bai Fanwu: "You are also one of the rare swords in the world. In this way, I will find an excuse to say that it was a gift brought to the King of Chu. After you enter the Chu Palace, you will do this..."

He had a thought of the sword, and Bai Fanwu had no choice but to do so. But in fact, this was a good idea. Now Cheng Zhiyuan is alone in Chu. If he could support him in the Chu Palace, it would be a good thing. In many cases, it would be a good thing.

All need to be prepared.

Cheng Zhiyuan touched the sword: "I am worried. The power of ghosts and gods in Chu is obviously greater than that of the King of Chu. Most of the actions of the king without royal power are involuntary."

"The gods obviously have a bad impression of me, and I am very worried that something will happen."

One night of practice, the spirit and spirit have recovered a lot, and he has made some progress. Cheng Zhiyuan thought in his heart, but it was a pity that he did not have great skills. If he reached the twelve-level celestial realm of the twelve-level building and was close to the ascension realm, then Chu

The palace of the king will come and go without any obstacles, and no one is afraid of it.

Sanmiya was neutral. Cheng Zhiyuan and Yiren came to deliver the file, and they were named Sanmiya. There were many people standing behind them, Beiguo Zishi, Xunzi, Goujian, Ji Yi, Lu Zhonglian, and even involved Taoist Confucianism.

Several great figures such as Mo and Fa, and even the emperor himself!

Moreover, King Qi and King Han are guaranteed. At the same time, King Wei, King Qin, King Yan, and King Zhao are all ambiguous in their attitudes, and can also be regarded as guarantees if necessary. After all, King Chu doesn't know whether they agree or not.

But it is not harmful to agree to this matter. Just like when Qin Xiaogong once asked for talent from Jixia Academy, this kind of institution that cultivates talents is basically neutral and no one will object. After this neutrality, it does not belong to any

For a country, then all countries rely on national strength and ability to recruit talents. This is a good thing.

What is the most important time in war? Talent!

Of course, talents are also needed in peacetime, but the number is much smaller than in wartime.

But I didn't expect that the attitude of the God Gate was different from what I said before.

———

Tonight was not clear, and a person with a relatively noble status came to the inn.

The innkeeper was a little frightened. The nobleman of Xiang's family actually came here, and the person in front of him had an extraordinary identity. He was the legitimate son of Xiang Jun and Xiang Wudan, and the second generation of Jun who was well-off.

"Which room did the emperor's messenger live?"

Xiang Ju asked the in charge, who pointed out, and said, "It was late at night, and the envoy of the Emperor was afraid that he had fallen asleep. So he went down here and asked him to get up for the gentleman."

Xiang Ju waved his hand and stopped his behavior: "No, the emperor envoy, he has a noble status. I will go by myself, so you go to bed... go."

The in charge of the affairs was frightened and did not dare to sue, but Xiang Ju had already gone up. At this time, the in charge of the affairs was in charge of the affairs, and asked Mr. Peng in the inn to cook some dishes.

———

Late at night, Cheng Zhiyuan gradually cultivated to a good state, and his breath gradually arose. The spirit and spirit appeared like glass outside his body, like the smoke and clouds in all directions, rising and falling.

Ten moments.

Cheng Zhiyuan turned his head and looked at the portal. He stopped practicing, and the veins rushing in his body gradually became flattened.

He waited for a while, but it didn't take long.

There was a knock on the door outside. It was midnight, and someone came to visit him without sleeping?

The knock on the door lasted for a while, but Cheng Zhiyuan did not move. Then the knock on the door rang again, but Cheng Zhiyuan still did not move.

When talking about things at night, they are all shameful things. Cheng Zhiyuan is just a first-time visit and does not want to be used as a gun.

If you don’t speak, you will not be willing to reply, or you are already asleep and the person inside does not speak, and the visitors cannot speak loudly. This is a matter of the noble’s personal cultivation.

If it were common people and sacrificial people, they would have started shouting outside.

So, after knocking twice, the people outside unexpectedly stopped beating.

But the man did not leave, but sat down outside the door.

The spirit and spirit are still outside, and Cheng Zhiyuan doesn't care about him. Just like that, time passes by bit by bit.

During this period, the manager came to deliver food, but was rejected by the person outside the door.

Cheng Zhiyuan practiced all night, and the man sat outside for the whole night. When the sky turned white, the man stood up and knocked on the door again.

"It's really persistent."

Cheng Zhiyuan looked out the window, and at this time a fleet of cars and horses were driving from a distance.

However, the behavior of this team of chariots and horses is a bit high-profile. The pedestrians on the road are obviously very sparse, but they still have to send people to drive them away and make noises, as if they were deliberately doing it for someone to see.

These people came to the inn.

About a moment later (about thirteen to five minutes), a huge noise suddenly occurred outside Cheng Zhiyuan's door, as if someone was cursing angryly.

It was extremely noisy, but it ended with a loud shout!

"Okay! I asked you to come, not to let you come and cause trouble for me! I asked you to do things in a high-profile manner, for the gods to see, and to calm the hearts of the messengers!"

"Brother, what were you talking about!"

Although the noisy sound disappeared, there was still a person inside who was not convinced. He had a very strong temper and almost broke the door panel!

"What a shit messenger of the emperor, you dare to wait outside the door all night! I can't see if I'm going to peel him off!"

The person who was originally outside the door scolded: "You dare! You bastard, I came here to find friends who can make friends with you. Where are you! Making trouble for me everywhere?"

"Go and go, Xiang Shuo, you go back!"

"Brother! I can't swallow this tone. My father is a noble prince. My eldest son is the eldest son of the king. How can I bear such humiliation!"

Following behind was the door panel flying out, the evil boy carried two swords, eight feet tall, with a strong aura, clear eyes staring at him but with a unique sense of majesty.

Cheng Zhiyuan couldn't help but find it interesting, although it seemed that the two brothers were singing a double act...

However, it is not ruled out that they are really gentlemen and naughty.

Xiang Shuo kicked in the door and saw Cheng Zhiyuan sitting on the couch, and he was furious. However, he was still a little rational, so he said coldly: "It is said that the Central Plains respects the emperor and has the education of rituals and music, which is more important than me, Chudi.

There is a gentleman's way, but my elder brother came to visit the emperor's envoy, but the envoy asked my elder brother to sit outside for a night. Is this the way to treat guests in the Central Plains?" "The envoy was on the bed, and Xiang Jun sat on the cold soil,

The envoy of the emperor, be really arrogant and rude!”

Xiang Ju came over at this time, extremely angry, but his anger seemed to be coming a little late. Xiang Shuo angrily scolded him. At this time, he came over, as if he was trembling in anger, and he grabbed Xiang Shuo with a hand.

"You...you...you won't apologize to the messenger!"

Xiang Ju's face was ashen, while Xiang Shuo held his head up and half of his arm was grabbed, but his anger remained unabashed.
Chapter completed!