Chapter 184 – The Tower of Saints

Chapter 184 – Sonnet Tower
The room was silent.

Shi Zi was immersed in the Great Zhou bureaucracy and the distribution of the world’s armies.

The four women below had cold faces and remained in their original positions.

That’s right! Even though they could see that the World Son was really reading the canonical books carefully, this …… was like some sort of unbalanced comparison.

“Three hundred thousand Western Qin troops ……”

The World Son above suddenly spoke out, and the four women couldn’t help but look up, realizing that the World Son wasn’t talking to them, and once again coldly lowered their heads.

Xin Zhuo at this moment read the army attributed to the Jiang Clan, the 300,000 Western Qin army, by the Jiang Clan’s branch children in charge, belonging to the Jiang family’s heart and soul cultivation for several generations, suppressing the Western Region countries 5,000 miles away, as well as a certain demonic country, the stream of the demon race.

These armies nominally belong to the imperial court imperial divine might army, but it is the private army of the Jiang family, no one in the world knows, but like a hot potato, abolition must not be appointed, but they are only loyal to the Jiang family, most of the middle and upper class officers in the army only know the Jiang family, do not know the court! The key is to eat the salary of the imperial court. The key is to eat the salary of the court!
There are some scoundrels, but they are real.

The name of Jiang’s vassals is more than just words.

Just like the 300,000 Nanli troops in the south, they only know King Su Wuji of Nanli County.

Su Wuji’s name as a vassal was unquestioned, and unlike the Jiang Clan, Su Wuji was the milk brother of the Heavenly Authorization Emperor, the diehard loyalist of His Majesty today!
Mentioning the Southern Li Army, Xin Zhuo couldn’t help but think of that gentle and principled pretty girl, Su Miao Jin, who helped him a lot and still owes her three favors, eh?
He suddenly sweated, it seems like he heard Murong Huo say that Su Miao Jin’s fiancé is the first son of the Jiang family, holy shit! Is he talking about Jiang Yugui or himself? At first, he was so focused on running for his life that he didn’t have the heart to listen and didn’t hear it clearly.

Could …… I be Su Miaojin s husband?

Robbed his own daughter-in-law in the beginning? All kinds of blackmail?

Raising his head, he looked at the four women who were saluting in front of him, only to realize that an hour had passed, and the four women were still saluting, with a cold, wanting to kill but not daring to kill look on their faces.

Xin Zhuo pressed the matter with Su Miao Jin, a lot of things, to step by step, first of all, to figure out the internal power of this Jiang family, and then seek revenge and other things.

Put down the bamboo brief, closed the brocade robe, lightly smiled: “Tell us, how to enter the Jiang family?”

“……”

The four women refused to answer, even the face of the flirtatious fire-haired woman in front of them, Sai Qingzhu, was a few points colder.

“What’s the name?” Xin Zhuo asked again.

“……”

The four women were still unwilling to answer, it appeared that they had already answered, and there was no point in saying more.

“Very well!”

Xin Zhuo stretched his waist, got up and walked down, carefully sizing up the four women, remembering a certain novel from his previous life, his heart flooded with bad taste, pointing at the fire-haired and charming woman: “Sai Qingzhu, very nice, not changing it!”

Sai Qingzhu glanced at him, you obviously remember, why ask more?
Xin Zhuo pointed to the melon face woman: “Called Sweet Potato in the future!”

Without waiting for the woman to glare at him angrily, he points to the blue-eyed woman next to him: “Yam!”

The woman was stunned, seemingly not knowing which bit of her resembled a yam.

Xin Zhuo had already pointed to the last elf-like fey woman: “Bear paw!”

The woman was first stunned, then completely exploded, biting her silver teeth, coldly rebuking: “Vegetables and fruits are fine, why am I called a bear’s paw? Which bit of me is like a bear’s paw?”

“You like!”

Shi Zi did not give half a chance to retort, yawned and walked towards the gate, it was almost dark, the banquet in the front yard seemed to be over, “Follow me around, if you don’t listen, no matter what, no matter what, no matter what, no matter what, no matter what, no matter what, spanking!”

Seeing that Shizi had already walked away, the four women looked like they wanted to eat someone, viciously turning around to follow.

The “Feng Wei Courtyard” is in the center of the Jiang Clan’s central axis at the back, separated from the east and west by a wide pavilion road that can accommodate two carriages side-by-side, are the rich and magnificent courtyards of the widowed aunts and widowed sisters-in-law. The courtyards of the four widowed princesses’ aunts and sisters-in-law and their daughters were more special and more expensive.

On the easternmost side was Jiang Yukui’s son’s courtyard, yes, he was also a son, the son of his second uncle, the King of Nanling County, whose gold content was much lower.

However, from the five county kings have already perished for more than ten years, the Jiang Clan so far only the son of the world has not had an inherited county king, you can detect a subtle hint of the end.

Just Xin Zhuo lazy to consider, leisurely walk in the elegant environment, the atmosphere of the corridor, look around, see what feel fresh.

“World Son!”

Passing by the maids and servants, they automatically step aside and respectfully salute, and then look at the four women behind the son, their faces can’t help but look a little strange.

Walking and stopping, I don’t know where I’ve circled around, seemingly lost, a tower-like building appeared in front of me.

Tower door in front of the sitting two people, a forty years old middle-aged, full of gray hair scattered randomly, right hand holding a sword, inserted into the side of the stone platform, from the friction traces, can be seen is from time to time so do.

Sword into the stone steps, this action is more or less a little strange and faulty.

The other person is a sixty or seventy years old man, the body is shriveled, pitch-black face like an old man selling carbon, but a pair of gray old eyes crocodile like dead looking at Xin Zhuo a few people, I do not know whether to look at the Xin Zhuo, or behind the four women, and then grinned, revealing a mouth of yellow teeth not brushed for many years, more or less a bit lewd attitude.

Xin Zhuo was stunned for a moment, his eyes skimmed over the two, looking at the top of the tower, which was surrounded by a burst of indescribable ripples, like some kind of potential.

The great potential of heaven and earth of the Venerable Paper Talisman!

Venerable One?
Right at this moment, the old man who had been stomping this way with a lewd smile in front of the tower door suddenly left a residual shadow, and in a blur, he arrived in front of Xin Zhuo, and slapped his palm, with a strong palm wind, blowing Xin Zhuo’s long hair fluttering.

The small sect master with very deep attainment!

Xin Zhuo’s heart was flabbergasted, instinctively about to make a counterattack, but then he managed to stop.

“Ghost Headed Buddha, what are you going to do?”

Behind them came four chirping voices, the four women glanced at each other, but their faces wore smiles of relief, their mouths shouted fiercely, but they didn’t have the slightest intention of defending each other.

Xin Zhuo did not move, not even blinking his eyes.

That old man called “ghost head of the Buddha” black as if with poisoned palms, can be in front of his face three inches to stop.

Wearing tattered straw shoes feet landed on the ground, blinking old eyes, the smile on his face is even more: “Kid, you are not afraid?”

“Remember to wash your hands next time, the smell is too big!”

Xin Zhuo walked around him towards the tower door.

The smile was still on the face of “Ghost Head Tuo”, only his eyebrows were congealed into a crumpled mass.

Three thousand poisonous ghost head of the Buddha, the reputation of the northern border for thirty years, the great masters do not come out, no one can be subdued, the fame of the hegemony, can stop the child crying, do not see half of the martial arts realm of the boy saw, how can not be afraid of?
But I never thought, today really in a kid ate a defeat.

Behind Sai Qingzhu four women, the smile on the face also disappeared a little bit, they suddenly found that they can not understand this son.

The boy who just came back from the border, exactly what kind of mentality, to be so stable as Mount Taishan, quiet puzzling?
Xin Zhuo has walked to the gray-haired middle-aged man in front of the tower door, holding the hilt of the sword, “Canglang” sound pulled out, looking at the flickering red edge of the sword, exclaimed: “Good sword! Fear is worth a hundred taels!”

The gray-haired middle-aged man violently opened his eyes, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

In the distance, the fat-headed man had already frozen!

Sai Qingzhu’s four girls also desperately blinked their beautiful eyes, momentarily bewildered.

(End of chapter)