Whether what happened that night was exciting or not is no longer important. The most important thing is that from this day on, none of those guys who gathered in the imperial capital waiting to watch the unprecedented battle dared to cause trouble again.
For this, Han Ziming was extremely happy and excited. Even Cao Zhengzhong came to him and was very satisfied with what Jiangshan had done this time!
The thirteenth day of the lunar year.
There is a manor in the suburbs of the imperial capital, covering an area of more than a thousand acres. Almost everyone knows that there lives a person with a terrifying identity here, but only those in the upper class know that the person living here is named Ye Qingcang!
Ye Qingcang, the Chinese God of War.
With his own strength, he has been able to shake the country's borders for decades, and those foreign guys were terrified and dared not take a step further, fearing death.
Inside the manor, there are two rows of lush green bamboos, and on both sides of the winding cobblestone road are clear artificial lakes, rippling in the cold winter.
Jiangshan was walking on a not-too-wide road, led by Ye Wudi. He had no arrogance at all. In Jiangshan's eyes, his background was not worth mentioning.
It took this terrifying young man less than three years to go from an ordinary college student to being on par with his grandfather.
Miracle, myth, legend?
Ye Wudi didn’t know, nor could he explain it clearly. In short, the guy in front of him, looking at the world today, has already stood at the top position.
Because... he has slaughtered human immortals!
After tossing and turning, I arrived at the innermost part of the manor, where there was a small lake, and next to the lake was an ordinary thatched house.
Next to the small lake, there was a middle-aged man sitting on a small stool, holding a green bamboo pole in his hand, staring at the lake and fishing.
He looked like an ordinary laid-off worker, without a job, living a leisurely life every day, playing chess, fishing and so on.
But Jiangshan felt an indescribable terrifying power from his body.
Earthly immortal!
He smelled a trace of earthly immortal power from the man, which was quite surprising. Had he touched the true realm of earthly immortal?
"Grandpa, Young Master Jiang is here."
Ye Wudi said softly, then nodded towards Jiangshan, turned around and retreated respectfully.
Ye Qingcang!
The middle-aged man fishing was none other than Ye Qingcang, who was famous throughout China.
He turned around in a coarse linen shirt, and his ordinary face was filled with a hint of majesty, and his two sword-like eyebrows pointed to the sky, which made him look even more heroic.
"I've heard of Young Master Jiang's reputation for a long time, but now that I've met him, I realize it's true that hearing about him is worse than seeing him in person. Just hearing about him wouldn't tell you he's a heroic young man."
Ye Qingcang smiled slightly, his voice was small but as loud as a bell.
"You're joking."
Jiangshan shook his head and said.
Ye Qingcang is the senior and he is the junior. This fact exists no matter what. Moreover, Ye Qingcang has protected China for so many years and deserves Jiangshan's respect.
"Come, try the tea I grew myself. I knew you were coming, so I brewed a pot specially."
Immediately, Ye Qingcang extended his hand to Jiangshan, and the two of them sat down at the stone table beside the lake.
Ye Qingcang picked up a blue and white porcelain teapot, picked up a teacup and poured tea into it, then handed it to Jiangshan. A hint of bitter fragrance filled the air.
"Try it."
Ye Qingcang said with anticipation.
He didn't seem to be the god of war that was feared by the world, but just a tea farmer who desperately needed others' affirmation, completely lacking any dignity.
Jiangshan nodded, picked up the teacup and took a sip.
bitter!
The strong bitter taste rushed directly into Jiangshan's mouth. The sudden bitterness almost made Jiangshan spit out the tea.
But then, just two seconds later, the strong bitterness turned into a sweet fragrance, lingering in Jiangshan's mouth, leaving a lingering fragrance on his teeth.
"It's so bad, it's so bad!"
"It's not much inferior to that Dahongpao mother tree. I wonder what kind of precious tea this is?"
Jiangshan put down the teacup, gave a thumbs up and said.
It tastes bitter at first but then becomes fragrant. The huge contrast allows people to appreciate the flavor more deeply and is intoxicating.
"It's not some rare variety, just ordinary tea that I grow myself. If you like it, you can take away ten or eight kilograms of it later."
Ye Qingcang seemed to have received great encouragement and was very excited.
"By the way, you must have something to talk to me about when you came this time. It should be Yan Beigui, right?"
Ye Qingcang put down the teapot and said with a chuckle.
Yan returns to the north!
At this critical juncture, this was probably the only reason why Jiangshan came to him. Jiangshan did not deny it and simply nodded.
"How should I put it? He and I are both darlings, right?"
Suddenly, Ye Qingcang changed the subject and said something that confused Jiangshan.
darling?
What's the meaning!
"What a coincidence! Yan Beigui and I are the same age. If we calculate together, we are both over 150 years old. Do you think that's old?"
Ye Qingcang smiled slightly and said softly.
More than one hundred and fifty?
For ordinary people, it is naturally very large and incredible, but for cultivators, over a hundred years old is normal, especially those at the level of human immortals.
Even living for a few hundred years would not be a problem, let alone over one hundred and fifty years old. It is no exaggeration to say that over one hundred and fifty years old is just a middle-aged man in the world of cultivation.
"But have you ever thought about a question?"
"Looking around the world, is there anyone over 150 years old who can reach the Earthly Immortal Realm?"
Ye Qingcang’s words made Jiangshan stunned for a moment.
…
Yes, he had forgotten about this. He was over 150 years old, and he had cultivated to the peak of human immortality and even touched the realm of earthly immortality. He was already an unparalleled monster!
Of course, there is no comparison with Jiangshan, but Jiangshan is an immortal official. If not, even after practicing for more than a hundred years, it would be a luxury to reach the peak of tribulation.
"I told you, we're both darlings."
"Eighty years ago, that terrible war was going on."
"As for us, we rose to prominence during that chaotic era. Perhaps it was fate that both of us have refined a true dragon vein!"
boom.
After Ye Qingcang finished saying this, Jiang Shan stood up suddenly and looked at Ye Qingcang in disbelief.
Dragon vein?
The real dragon vein?
Damn, damn!
"Besides, those damn guys looted a lot of treasures from us. By chance, Yan Beigui and I both got a lot of them."
“That’s why we two have been able to reach the top for many years at such a young age.”
"That's why I say we're the darlings."
"This is also the origin of Yan Beigui and I."
"As for the relationship between Yan Beigui and Kunlun, that's already the icing on the cake."
Ye Qingcang explained.
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