Chapter 500 – The Three Great Sacrificial Spirits, Preparations Before Leaving
Chapter 500 – Three Sacrificial Spirits, Preparation Before Leaving
[Sacrificial Spirit:The Innate Shennong Ding, an ancient innate martial artist’s treasure tripod of creation, can plant spiritual herbs, refine pills, and reunite innate martial rhythms.
Sharing:No shared abilities!
Note: Can be taken in and recognized!
[Spirit Sacrifice:The remnants of the Nine Specters Cold Ice Technique, a secret code for cultivating the Eternal Life Path with the method, which can be used up to the Jindan Stage.
Sharing:Otherworldly things, illusory and indistinct, can seize its essence, not suitable for cultivation.
[Spirit Sacrifice:Serving the Immortal Hall, containing the small seven-star extermination formation of ancient martial artists.
Shared:Grade A.]
Jiang Family.
Bongwei Academy.
Xin Zhuo was sitting behind a bookcase, looking at the three brand new sacrificial spirits in the Moonwatch Well.
That’s right, all the things in the Servant Immortal Hall that looked rare were all sacrificed by him.
This tripod is indeed a treasure, although the owner of the well can not share the ability, but can be planted spiritual grass and refining pills, to the latter day martial artists to regroup the innate martial arts rhythms, even if it is not compared to their own this completely recultivated pure, but it can be as the original moment of the mountain of the Xuan Yuan Ling Pai seniors, very close to the innate.
When the martial arts world comes, the average martial artist will start out stronger than others.
The service immortal’s method, Xin Zhuo actually do not see, just this old eunuch before dying said “split” thing, I do not know this old thing is who, or study a good.
The last is the formation, he witnessed the service immortal hall formation of the subtle, feel very interested, very necessary to try.
Seize!
[Nine Spectral Illusions!
[Little Seven Star Extinction Formation Secret Code]
Absorb!
A technique seized from the Serving Immortal’s Kung Fu Conversion Innate Martial Art and a formation technique were imprinted into his mind.
Thinking carefully, there was some subtlety.
“Your Highness!”
At this time, Bai Xuan Gui hurriedly entered and saluted, “The group of ministers are leaderless and fearful for a change, Su Wuji, Duke Tai Seek, Yu Siliu, Feng Sihu, and other princes and ministers, including the Dowager Empress and Empress Dowager, have already begged to meet with you many times.”
Xin Zhuo town killed the empress and the various sects of experts has been the past two days, this great week under the sky and the court had to look up to him, the future of the great week of the road how to go, but also naturally have to follow his meaning.
Xin Zhuo got up and walked to the window, the rain is still falling, counting the time, there is still more than a month some martial arts extravaganza will come, this imperial capital he can’t stay no matter what, the first line of the Jiang Clan can’t stay any longer.
Not to mention the North Sea Princess four people behind the four holy mountain is what the hell place, is in this big week, he Jiang Yuqing too dazzling, too much fame, this in the future, is not a good thing, may not be because of the dispute over the qi, become a target of the crowd and the ancient martial artists to fight and kill the place.
Thinking about it, the cost effectiveness is too low.
He needed to make a sacrifice to Great Zhou and an emperor, then give up all his identities, bring his family, and find a mountainous and beautiful place to live in seclusion, in order to wait for the coming of the Martial Dao’s heyday.
He turned back and asked, “What happened to the Western Qin Martyrs Monument?”
Bai Xuanqi replied, “The court and the countryside agreed to set up a monument to build the Martyrs’ Shrine with the grandest of ceremonies for the future monarchs of the Great Zhou to offer sacrifices to, as well as for the incense of future generations. In the past two days, the courtiers have utilized 100,000 people to build it, and it has already been completed, just waiting for Your Highness to personally go to the shrine to offer an inscription!”
Xin Zhuo nodded and asked, “How will the aftermath of Ji Yiyue, the four princesses and Jiang Yugui be decided?”
Bai Xuan Gui returned: “Wangfei …… Ji Ying Yue has the merit of pacifying the world and has already ascended to the throne, and is also the wife of His Highness, the courtiers do not dare to disobey, and have decided to be buried with the Emperor’s rites ……”
Xin Zhuo was silent, Ji Invitation Yue has died, and the mourning honor follows her after death!
“…… The second prince was posthumously knighted, buried in the ancestral temple of the Jiang family, the four princesses, after all, were in the Jiang family for decades, the reasons for which are not easy to explain, buried according to the princess etiquette, fully responsible by the court.”
“Very good!”
Xin Zhuo nodded the book case, “You go to the imperial city, tell them that tomorrow the crown prince Ji Yu ascends to the throne as emperor! Also, I’m a person who holds grudges, some people make things, always be responsible, all the princes and ministers who have targeted West Qin, copy their families and destroy their clans, above the wheel can’t be spared, and I will sacrifice the soul of the West Qin army.”
“Here!” Bai Xuan Gui’s face was filled with murderous aura as she hurriedly left.
Xin Zhuo stretched his waist, having nothing to do, he got up and walked out of the palace with faith.
The fine rain was like silk oil paper umbrellas. Jiang’s mansion is very large, Ji Jiwei, bear paw, yam, pear rhyme and other people in accordance with Xin Zhuo’s ideas are being prepared to go out of the house, the widow and widowed ladies and subordinates are demobilized demobilized, voluntarily left behind to stay, the country’s manor stores for them to choose to operate.
At the moment, the entire mansion compound seems empty.
Unconsciously walked to Jiang Yukui’s “Bongxing courtyard”, Jiang Yukui’s body has been transported to the front yard, and the four “princesses” together, by the Ministry of Ceremonies personnel to arrange for burial, the subordinates are also not left, only the Jiang Yukui’s wife, Marquis of Hengyang’s first daughter, Zhang’s standing with a small doll, looking at the rain and staring at the door. In front of the door, looking at the rain.
The little doll is about three years old, when he saw Xin Zhuo, his big eyes gurgled and turned, and he shouted: “Uncle!”
The dazed Zhang woke up with a start and hurriedly went forward to salute: “Greetings, elder brother!”
Xin Zhuo first surveyed the child, patted his head, before looking at Zhang, this girl is only seventeen or eighteen years old, fourteen or fifteen years old when she gave birth to a child, in essence, still a little girl, asked: “In the future, what are your plans?”
Jiang’s going to leave, Jiang Yugui’s child is definitely going to be taken away, in addition to Xin Zhuo, can be this one sole seedling, Zhang’s if she wants to follow, of course it is along with the front.
Zhang hesitated for a moment, suddenly kneeled down and cried bitterly, “Please brother let my concubine leave, the Jiang family is too depressing, my concubine doesn’t want to stay even for a moment.”
Not to mention the fact that Jiang has too many rules, but also the fact that she is widowed at a young age, she seems to see the future of the other widows in the Jiang family, only to feel that the future is bleak, how can she bear it at a teenager’s age?
Next to the little boy stared blankly at his mother, young age, do not understand too much reasoning, do not understand what leaving is doing?
Xin Zhuo asked: “Children do not want?”
Zhang looked at the child with fondness and shook her head: “He is the child of the Jiang family, the concubine can’t hold sway, please brother give me freedom!”
Xin Zhuo was silent for a moment: “Go!”
Grateful, Zhang shook off the child and hurried into the house, carrying a parcel on her back and hurrying out the door again, taking one last look at the child, bowing to Xin Zhuo and heading straight into the distance.
“Mother!” The child finally cried out in an aggrieved and helpless manner.
Xin Zhuo squatted down and patted his head: “Manly men are not allowed to cry, follow uncle in the future.”
The little boy stopped crying, wiped his tears and choked, “Good!”
“What is your name?”
“Jiang Zichong, named by Great Grandmother.”
……
Out of the Feng Xing courtyard, Xin Zhuo led Jiang Zichong to stroll around, unknowingly to the “Wuzhu” which used to lock up his elder sister Jiang Huan and Qin Yuliu and other people.
It was still as eerie as it was back then, and the sound of wailing came faintly.
He was stunned for a moment and raised his foot to walk inside.
“Your Highness!”
The two white-haired caretaker grannies greeted him early, their faces wearing constraints and respect.
“Are you the Jiang family’s maids or girls?” Xin Zhuo asked.
A slightly thin old woman’s face showed a hint of embarrassment: “We are the old girls of the Jiang family, the same generation as Jiang Yong.”
Xin Zhuo nodded and looked into the depths of Wuzhu: “How many more people are there?”
“Seventy-eight!”
Xin Zhuo pulled Jiang Zichong inside, looking at the agonizingly humble prisoners suffering in one cage after another, finally stopping in front of a cage.
A foul odor of decay came from inside.
It was none other than Qin Yuliu’s six people, at this moment, all of them were disheveled and rotting, their eyes were numb, and they had already reached the point where they had run out of gas, and they couldn’t even tell which one of them was Qin Yuliu and which one of them was Shifu Pu Jing.
Four or five years, the meridians are broken, the martial realm is all gone, no washing and rinsing, spoiled beyond recognition.
Xin Zhuo can not help but think of what happened in Volsung Mountain back then, and now that Mr. Dongfang has died, and the Spirit Exterminator Master Tai has also died in the Demon Mound, he felt tasteless and waved his hand to slap out a palm, ending the lives of the six people!
Unwilling to stay any longer, turned around and left: “Those who have no grudges in their hearts, give them freedom, those who are unruly and untamed, kill them!”
“Here!”
(End of chapter)