"Mr. Prime Minister, congratulations on your successful first step, but if no one helps you, you will most likely fail at this step."
"yes."
When Prime Minister Pan Jun saw Qingxuan's face, his tense body relaxed slightly, and he leaned back in his chair and looked at the ceiling as if he had exhausted all his strength.
"About two hours ago, my protective magic weapon kept sending me warnings. I have no cultivation, so I can't tell where the threat came from. Now I think it must be a witchcraft. Someone wants to curse me to death."
"Mortals are too fragile. I hope that my descendants can all have some cultivation skills. The only way to survive is to constantly strive for self-improvement. Taoist Qingxuan, you don't have to save me. I'm over 60 and I don't have many years left to live. I might as well use my life to win you over."
Immortals and mortals govern together, the road is long and arduous, and each generation has its own affairs.
There is only so much he can do. Whether the cultivation world can avoid being like that in the future depends on whether future generations can work harder.
Qingxuan shook his head, and under the other party's puzzled gaze, a simple chair appeared in front of the prime minister.
"Mr. Prime Minister, the Immortal said he can save your life, but you have to agree to a few conditions."
Upon hearing this, Prime Minister Pan Jun did not immediately agree, nor did he show any obvious surprise on his face. He shook his head and said, "Master Qingxuan, this is not what I want. Even an immortal cannot shake my determination."
"I don't want the four words 'the law of the jungle' to be passed down to future generations. If I die today, perhaps many people will be exempted from the ritual of kneeling down in the future."
Are you so tough?
A playful smile suddenly appeared on Qingxuan's face, and he said, "Don't you want to hear the conditions?"
"No matter how good the conditions are, they are still conditions. We have come this far. I hope it can be more perfect." Prime Minister Pan Jun almost put on an expression of being ready to die.
"Teach people all over the world to practice cultivation, teach those with disabilities to make up for their disabilities, and teach those who are heading for the Tao to enter the Tao." Qingxuan said to himself, observing the other person's expression as he spoke.
"When I first found out about this, I was happy for you. After all, it has always been difficult to be both loyal and filial. It is rare to have both fame and profit. It is a pity that the Prime Minister is obviously not interested in this. It is really a pity."
"..." Prime Minister Pan Jun's mouth was half open, and his wide eyes were filled with confusion.
Is this a condition?
"You are not making fun of me with this condition?"
Qingxuan seemed not to have heard and continued, "Prime Minister, have a safe journey. I will remember everything you have done. The Immortal thought you really wanted to study for the world, but I didn't expect it was just for a name."
"No... Taoist Qingxuan..."
"Master Prime Minister, there is great terror between life and death. Very few people in the world, whether mortals or cultivators, can face it as calmly as you do."
You really want to kill me, right?
Prime Minister Pan Jun is not afraid of death, but he does not really want to die. He just weighs the pros and cons and thinks that this is the only way to have a beginning and an end. He did not rely on the power of reincarnation, but relied entirely on the government to clear the obstacles.
If someone wants to threaten your life, it is absolutely impossible to make him compromise. He is the type who will only respond to soft words and not hard ones.
"Your Excellency Prime Minister, in this case I will leave first."
"Wait!" Prime Minister Pan Jun suddenly spoke, and then hesitantly for a long time under the other party's puzzled gaze, his old face flushed red.
"Ahem... Actually... I think the immortal's conditions coincide with mine, so it's not impossible for me to agree to them."
Qingxuan could no longer conceal the smile on his face, and said, "Prime Minister, didn't you say that even the best conditions are still conditions? Can you repeat what you just said?"
“…”
Prime Minister Pan Jun could no longer hold back his words. He had to admit what he had said even with tears in his eyes.
Having satisfied his inner evil taste, Qing Xuan stopped teasing Prime Minister Pan Jun and said, "Don't disappoint the Immortal. Leave the rest to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Taoist Qingxuan disappeared without a trace. Sonic booms could be heard faintly in the void, and spiritual talismans were floating in the wind.
Prime Minister Pan Jun suddenly felt relieved and sighed.
"In the end, I still rely on you."
His goal was achieved. When he was suppressing the opposition, he did not rely on the state-level warriors, and he did not even invite the golden elixirs from Shangqing Palace. He completely relied on the power of the government to successfully clear all obstacles. In the future, the promotion of the public version of the practice method should not encounter such great resistance.
But in the end, he survived by relying on the power of these powerful cultivators. It's not that he is hostile to powerful cultivators, but it's not perfect if he does this.
In the blink of an eye, 30 days and nights passed. In the Zhongshu Mansion, Prime Minister Pan Jun sat in the main seat, listening to the quarrels of the ministers with a gentle face.
When someone asked him for his opinion, he would just listen to everyone else and rarely expressed his own opinion, as if he had turned back into the prime minister who was rarely decisive and had little vision.
As long as it does not involve the promotion of public version of practice methods.
During the monthly routine meeting, three things slightly caught the attention of Prime Minister Pan Jun.
Shangqing Palace helped the reincarnated Sword Sect master named He Kun to reshape his body, and now he has taken a plane to Qi. Another thing is that "The Last Sword Sect" has been released, and it caused a great stir as soon as it was released.
The last thing is that the Sword Immortal may visit Zhoudi Tiandu in April this year.
It's all about the Sword Sect.
Prime Minister Pan Jun tapped the table lightly, and a rather strange worry came to his mind.
He remembered that when he went to thank the immortal some time ago, he saw a woman living in the immortal's house. Should there be any problem? No, the immortal would definitely be fine, but Tiandu might have a problem.
(End of this chapter)
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