sbdcsierra Chapter 189
Chapter 189
In the fourteenth year of Voling, the second day of November.
Child.
A corner of Qingliang Mountain.
Lonely courtyard clear autumn snow.
With a crunch, the door of the compartment was pulled open, and the girl dressed in big red clothes stepped on the same extremely bright embroidered red shoes to the courtyard.
Slightly raised his eyes to look at the silver jade disk hanging high in the heart of the sky.
The wind at the top of the mountain is cold, and the bright red clothes look like a smear of blood in the snow.
The girl bowed her head.
Moonlight all over the ground, no one sweeps.
Crouching down, the girl gently stretched out her arms and grabbed a large pile of moonlight.
The moonlight was full of arms, and the girl smiled, but tears welled up in her eyes.
“I really want to bring this pile of cool moon back to Zhoushan for Master to see~”
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ugly time.
A group of several people dressed in moon robes and stepped on the bluestone steps to descend the mountain.
The man in the first place was long and wearing a moon-white robe.
A sword hangs from his waist and a jade crown on his head, which is indescribably expensive.
As the imperial emperor of the Great Wei Dynasty and the younger brother of the current Holy Emperor Fuling, Zhao Shangjun can be said to have obtained everything outside the throne.
Power, territory, money, beauty, you name it.
As the King of Yun, Zhao Shangjun, who was in the entire prefecture of Yunzhou, had done a lot of absurd things.
He built the snake hell.
The craftsman was ordered to carve out a deep pit in all directions, and hundreds of thousands of poisonous snakes were kept in the pit.
Then throw those condemned to death row into the snake prison.
Standing by the pit, tasting grape wine while watching the prisoners being overwhelmed by dense snakes amid their mournful screams.
The world is difficult and dangerous, and too many fathers and mothers who can’t survive stay and sell their children.
And the green buildings all over the city only care about lying on the bodies of those prostitutes to suck blood and eat the pith, but they never care about their lives or deaths.
How many cardamom girls were tortured to death by the old men of the Shi clan.
Therefore, Zhao Shangjun waved his hand and monopolized almost all of the Qinglou fence industry in Yunzhou.
The largest wind and moon place in the Wei Kingdom, the Xianxian Tower, was built.
In its heyday, there were nearly 100,000 people in Xianxian Lou.
The height of the twenty-seven-story flower building is the first in the Wei Kingdom.
At night, the sound of joy on the roof can be heard by the immortals in the sky.
Zhao Shangjun will also dump all the grapes and fine wine transported from the country of a hundred yue more than 200,000 li not far away into the Canglan River.
Lang smiled: “I have a city full of wine, which can comfort the wind and dust.” Pour into the river and the sea, and give away the world’s people. ”
It is rumored that the largest river in the Wei Kingdom, starting from the city of Yuncheng, thousands of miles downstream, within ten days, the aroma of cupola wine rippled on the banks of the two rivers, lingering.
At the most absurd time, Zhao Shangjun pulled hundreds of thousands of taels of broken silver.
The carriages stretched endlessly, scattering silver through the villages.
Silver is like Yanshan heavy snow, one after another.
As a result, prices in Yunzhou collapsed, and Zhao Shangjun was sprayed with dog blood by Fuling Emperor.
The reason why Zhao Shangjun was so deviant was actually empty in his heart.
The people were busy surviving, the clans were busy accumulating wealth, and the officials and lords were busy climbing up.
The sons were injured for the wine and beauty, and the ladies cried for love, and they wanted to die or live.
Everyone seems to be busy.
Only Zhao Shangjun felt like a living dead.
What he wanted to pursue.
It is not a common thing in the eyes of the world.
Instead, it takes a lifetime, the process is difficult enough, after success, it will be excited to the point of happiness, even if it fails, every time I think back, I feel strong and fierce, and I will not waste this life.
Zhao Shangjun searched hard for a long time, but unfortunately there was no trace.
Until tonight, I saw those two swaggering immortals.
That innate condescending contempt, that innate condescending arrogance.
All of them made Zhao Shangjun, who was the arm of the imperial family, ashamed of himself and angry at the same time.
‘Definitely! I, Zhao Shangjun, must step on the shit immortal fiercely!
After swearing viciously in his heart, Zhao Shangjun turned his head and glanced at the top of Qingliang Mountain.
After making sure that the immortal did not hear it, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
‘I can’t even hear the slightest word in my heart, or immortals?’ Cut ~
”’, what should I do to trample the immortal underfoot? In
the midst of his contemplation, he had descended the mountain and entered the city.
When the jade plate tilted to the west, the city was still brightly lit and the voices of the people were buzzing.
After all, Ming’er is the Demon Eradication Conference.
Zhao Shangjun, who walked towards the accommodation arranged by the Yanyulou, suddenly saw a flicker in front of him.
When he looked at it, he was blocked by an old man carrying a grass target.
The old man in a coarse linen shirt, wearing a cloak on his head, and a brass dry tobacco pole obliquely inserted into the hemp rope belt around his waist smiled, revealing a few old yellow teeth that were crooked in his mouth.
“Venerable little Wangye, don’t you buy sugar gourds?”
“Old man, my sugar gourd is sour and sour, and the fine snake dares to cut down the immortals if it eats it.”
Zhao Shangjun’s eyebrows furrowed, and he spat out two words: “Don’t buy it, thank you.” ”
A personal martial arts attendant took the poor old man away with one arm.
About half an hour later.
A corner of the city.
Courtyard house.
Zhao Shangjun sat on the chair and looked at the flickering candle flame and was stunned.
The intimate maid brought from the palace of the Yuncheng royal was lightly packing her clothes.
“Yay!”
The maid suddenly screamed.
“The king… Rajah!
Zhao Shangjun, who was frightened, looked in the direction of the maid’s finger.
On the windowsill squatted the old man from before.
“Hehe, little Wangye, don’t you buy sugar gourds?”
“Buy sugar gourds for chance.”
Looking at the old man’s smiling rough old face, Zhao Shangjun was about to call left and right, and his expression couldn’t help but be stunned.
“Wait, how do you know my identity?!”
The old man cocked his little finger and plucked his nostrils, “Old man, I not only know the identity of the little prince, but also know that you and the female doll called Buddha Xiao have a son and a daughter.
“The daughter’s name is Zhao Jinhuan, and the son’s name is Zhao Yuan.”
Groove!
Zhao Shangjun couldn’t help but be creepy.
‘What is this old man who knows what my heart thinks so well?’ It’s not a roundworm in the belly of this king! The
old man said cheerfully, “Those men who don’t know how much women’s blood are stained in their hands, but they dare not look directly at the so-called fairies who are also women.”
“It’s only you who think about crushing that shit fairy under you and branding yourself on its fairy fart.”
“There are too few people in this world who are as rebellious as you.”
“Baby, you are very appetizing.”
Zhao Shangjun squinted, pondered for a while, and waved his sleeves silently.
After the maid ran away in panic.
Zhao Shangjun clenched his fist at the old man and bowed, “Don’t hide from the old immortal, this king… The junior really wanted to suppress the dawn fairy.
“Ask seniors to teach me!”
The old man said lightly: “Teaching, yes, but you have to buy sugar gourds first.”
Zhao Shangjun: “Dare to ask the old immortal, how much is your string of sugar gourds?”
Old man: “It’s not expensive, it’s just a thousand taels of silver.” ”
Thousand… A thousand taels?!
Zhao Shangjun was stunned.
The old man: “My sugar gourd is not a common thing, and the fine snake dares to cut down the immortals if it eats it.” ”
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Fourteen years of Voling.
The third day of November.
Countdown to the exorcism convention.
The rising sun rose in the east, and the crowd rushed towards the northern gate of Mercy City.
Man and dragon.
Old man boy, old woman girl.
From time to time, men and women turned their gazes to the handsome young man in white clothes and barefoot, with a white ribbon tied to his eyes.
Beside Zhu Jiuyin, the Pig Emperor straightened his chest.
“Nan Candle, the fat man is really a potential stock.”
“Since the emperor has lost weight, this irritating voyeur is really increasing.”
Zhu Jiuyin’s face was expressionless, and he raised his eyes to look at the majestic and cool mountain behind the ancient city.