However, it is said that the royal family of each country can get a few extra places if they are lucky.
This jade pendant is indeed precious.
"Thank you, Father!"
"This is the only way for every strong person, cherish it!"
Zhao Ji looked at him with a smile: "Don't get kicked out after losing ten games in a row. The Li royal family can't afford to lose this person!"
Ying Wuji nodded seriously: "Yes!"
"Let's go! It's time to go to war. Don't keep the soldiers waiting anxiously! And Nangong Ling is still waiting for me to send him off!"
Zhao Ji looked at the sky, stood up and strode out of the palace.
Ying Wuji nodded and followed closely.
at this time.
Zhao Ning had already turned back into his usual appearance as the crown prince. The only difference was that he had changed out of the court robes he wore for handling government affairs and put on a sharp and restrained armor, looking heroic and dashing.
Beside her, Li Caimei was looking at Ying Wuji with a smile in her beautiful eyes.
I don’t know if the two women said anything just now.
Eye contact is just a brief exchange of information.
A stone bridge suddenly appeared in the sky.
It was King Li’s unique magical power—adapting to the heavens and the earth.
Before the stone bridge was built, the five horse-drawn carriages exclusively for the princes were already in place. After everyone got on the carriages, they soared directly into the sky along the stone bridge and headed out of the city.
…
The gate of Jiangcheng City has already been extremely bustling.
The last time it was this lively was when the Hundred Schools Festival opened.
This is the end of the grand event, and it can be said to have a beginning and an end.
In addition, the Zhao family also held a ceremony to set out for the northern expedition, which made the event very grand.
The viewing stand is still the same viewing stand.
The people who watched the ceremony were still the people who watched the ceremony.
It’s just that the person who welcomed us last time has become the one who sees us off today.
Some people still had smiles on their faces, but others no longer had the arrogance they had before, and even their smiles seemed forced.
"Isn't that right, Brother Nangong?"
Zhao Ji asked with a smile.
Nangong Ling woke up from his dream: "What? Brother Zhao, what did you say?"
Zhao Ji stroked his beard and smiled: "I mean, a bosom friend is a friend indeed! Even though we are separated by thousands of miles, we can still feel like we are in Jiangcheng every day!"
What a harm!
It’s so honorable to copy my son-in-law’s poems!
Nangong Ling's face looked a little unhappy. Was it like being in Jiangcheng every day?
But go to your place now!
His stay in Jiangcheng these days was simply the ultimate torture.
On the day the tomb-pan ended, he was almost humiliated.
Then.
Every time you meet someone, you sweep the floor.
He is a powerful person in the realm of enlightenment, and the descendant of a military saint, but he has no respect at all.
Fortunately, everyone tacitly agreed not to mention the Zhou royal family. As long as the matter did not continue to escalate, the Zhou royal family's face could be saved. Moreover, the tomb was located in an acceptable place. As long as the Muye Stele was still there, the Ji clan alliance would still have the possibility of survival.
Nangong Ling laughed loudly: "What a saying goes, "A bosom friend is always there, and the world is but a neighbor!" Although I have returned to Haojing now, the whole world belongs to the king, and all the people are his subjects! You and I, brothers, are still working under the Emperor of Zhou, and we are indeed like neighbors! Hahahaha..."
Hear him say that.
Everyone present was shocked.
I thought that the Nangong family was indeed the loyal family of the Zhou royal family, and they could even pull this off.
But at this moment.
A voice rang out.
"Your Majesty! I have something to report!"
"Um?"
Zhao Ji frowned slightly. Although giving gifts is not as solemn as welcoming gifts, it is also quite formal.
It was really bold to interrupt at this time.
But after seeing who was speaking, he couldn't help but become interested.
The little Taoist priest from the Han family?
He had heard Ying Wuji talk about the things in the tomb, and knew that this young Taoist priest was quite unconventional. Although his surname was Han, he was basically not influenced by the Han family, and even disobeyed them a lot.
As a king, he liked this kind of people the most.
He smiled and said, "So it's Nephew Han. If you have something to say, please come up to the stage and speak!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Han Juan thanked him calmly, then, leaning on his sword, he dragged his sick body and climbed up to the gift-giving platform with difficulty.
Suddenly, everyone's eyes fell on him.
After all, what Han Juan did in the tomb was not a top secret. This Taoist priest usually doesn't show up, but when he does, it will definitely be a big one. No one knows why he came up this time.
Even Nangong Ling looked at him with fear.
Zhao Ji smiled warmly: "Nephew Han, what do you want to report?"
Han Juan coughed twice with a pale face: "Your Majesty! The first time I returned to Jiangcheng, I asked to see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. That time, His Royal Highness promised me a grand event, but I don't know if it counts!"
Zhao Ji couldn't help but raise his lips slightly: "The Crown Prince is ruling on behalf of the King, his words are mine, the King's words are not joking, how can they not count? Nephew Han, just say what you want!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Han Juan saluted with difficulty, leaning on his sword, and slowly turned towards the disciples of hundreds of families and the Li army that was about to set out.
He smiled faintly, and although his voice was still weak, it reached everyone's ears.
"March 3 next year!"
"The Taoist sect will hold a Sword Immortal Conference in Jiangcheng!"
"In addition to the three sects' luck, it will also determine the ownership of a peerless sword!"
Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up.
Although this event can be described as splendid, the absence of Taoism as a whole did make it feel like something was missing.
I didn’t expect that the Taoists would come up with such a big one.
The luck of the three sects is really a huge investment.
And there is also the owner of a peerless sword...
I don’t know which famous sword it is!
However, many people are still curious, why Taoism must single itself out, and what is the profound meaning of doing so?
Ying Wuji was a little excited.
I feel that this sword should be of higher quality than the Wuling King Sword, otherwise it would not be worthy of the Taoist practice.
Maybe it's the sword of your dreams!
He couldn't help but ask, "Brother Han! Can I ask what kind of sword this is?"
Han Juan couldn't help but smile, his eyes inadvertently swept to Nangong Ling beside him, and a hint of sneer flashed at the corner of his mouth.
Said in a voice that everyone could hear.
"Sword of the Shang King - Han Guang!"
Nangong Ling: “!
!”
Ying Wuji: “!
!”
The King of Zhou was assassinated in his dream.
It's this sword, right?
Han Juan, you old bastard, you wouldn’t report it if it’s not big news, right?
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