Chapter 258: Under Cuiyu Peak, Yijie Jinlan

　　 There are many restaurants on Qingshi Street, but there are really few high-end restaurants. The only family with a good reputation, Qingyun Tower, stands on Qingshi Street, where the street meets the official road. Sitting on the third floor facing the window and looking into the distance, Hao Zhengzheng could see Cuiyu Peak and surrounding peaks of all sizes, standing in front of him like a cloud, almost obscuring half of the sky.
　　 The restaurant is usually crowded with pilgrims going up and down the mountain. Nowadays, there is no one except him, nothing else, but he paid some money to cover the entire restaurant.
　　 Thinking back to the past few days, he still has lingering fears.
　　The Xuan Tiewei sent by Emperor Kun Yuan broke into the Cloud King’s Mansion with imperial decree and brought him to the Jade Palace to participate in this "experience" without giving him time to consider and plan. What a sparseness, he almost confessed his life here. Fortunately, he came out alive. Although the poison of the root marrow in his body damaged the body, he would naturally be treated by the doctor after returning, but it was not something he needed to bother.
　　 What he is worried about now is that in the past, he had always been unguarded against the people from Kunyuan Palace, allowing them to drive in. Now it seems to be too light. As his prestige in the two states of Jin and Jade increased and the hearts of the people gathered, his father's attitude towards him has become even more different from the past.
　　 Now he has let Hong Ru pass the order. If there is an imperial commission in the future, he must know the first time so that he can deal with it.
　　 Fortunately, this trip is not without gain. Bi Luo returned to be promoted to the Golden Core Goddess, and Lian Ping was promoted to the Purple Mansion Saint, his help was one more point. It is obvious that the ancient clan of Yuntiancheng colluded with King Xia. Although Gu's background is profound and he has a wide connection, it is not easy to cut it off for the time being, but it is better for such an enemy to jump to the front desk than to keep hiding in the dark.
　　 There is another thing that makes him particularly content, and that is to live and die with fellow daoists of the same age like Gou Zhu, Song Ruhai, and Du Li.
　　As the King of Cloud, he is abounded in flattery or conspiracy, but there are really too few people who can really take care of him. Whenever encounters happen, he feels particularly refreshed. Not to mention contracting a restaurant, it doesn't hurt to buy Bluestone Street when the money is gone.
　　 But he still has a trace of ignorance lingering. He worried that among the young people who received the invitation, one of them could not refuse to come. This person is Du Li.
　　If others don’t come, it doesn’t really matter. He wants to make friends, but the other party has no intention, how can he force it. Those who have the same mind will get together, and those who don't agree will stay away. But it happened that only this woman with white clothes and yellow hair occupies a certain position in his heart, making him feel scratching, fidgeting, and constantly wondering whether she will come?
　　 In case she doesn't come, Haozheng can already imagine that going back to Jinyu City this time, he will inevitably lose a big chunk in his heart. He even thought that it would be even better if no one else came. As long as Du Li came alone, he could be happy for a long time.
　　 At this moment, he looked at the window and directly on the bluestone street, but he was happy.
　　 He counted, and all the people he invited came.
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　　 Gouzhu came to the long-lost Bluestone Street. He has been a thief here since he was a child, and he is naturally very familiar. But the sight before him surprised him.
　　 It was late November, late autumn and early winter, and it was already very cold. The eyes were bleak, the dead leaves fell, and under the white sky, there were only bare branches of the plane trees all over the street. The old bluestone paved street was spotlessly blown by the wind, and walked up to make a noise. The most peculiar thing is that the bustling crowd in the street disappeared without a trace. All the doors and windows on the roadside have been closed, as if the entire town was emptied and enclosed.
　　 But at this time there is not no one on the street. It was a sentry at ten steps, standing motionless like statues of warriors along the street. A big yellow flag on a blue background was erected on the street, and a letter of "gold" was written.
　　 These people are not the idle generation, at least they also have the foundation of a heavy cultivation. But they are not monks, but soldiers of the Golden State Army. In Dongsheng Shenzhou, if a monk enters the army, he usually serves as an officer. Soldiers are generally mortals, and their foundations are forcibly upgraded with pill. Once retired from the army, the repair will be retired.
　　 Foundation building monks are not considered outstanding. However, if hundreds of foundation-building monks are equipped with the magic weapons ordered by the Ministry of War and refined by the major profound gates, under the unified command, they are not afraid of life and death to attack, even a powerful person may not be able to Can handle it.
　　Dongsheng Shenzhou Hou Tu Dynasty, with millions of people waiting to live, there are countless magical tools, magic weapons, profound tools, and profound treasures. This power alone cannot be resisted by any profound door. What's more, countless profound sect powers are serving in the court, and there are many dead men who are loyal to the court.
　　 Since ancient times, the court, Xuanmen and Confucianism have been integrated and interdependent. If there is a Xuanmen sect who insists on betraying the court, it will be declared an evil sect by the court, and the Xuanmen will punish it.
　　The Hou Tu Dynasty occupied the middle soil of Dongsheng Shenzhou. It was the richest place in Shenzhou and owned eight states. Among them, Guizhou in Northland, Tongzhou in Westland and Yizhou in Southwestern China have the most land and the largest population. Genzhou in the northeast and Lost in the west are dangerous and desolate places. The remaining Jinzhou in the southeast and Yuzhou in the extreme south were originally located in the barbarians of the south, but now under the rule of King Yun, they have quietly risen.
　　 Every state has a guard station. The army stationed in it is named after the state. The Golden State Army is the Golden State Army, and the Guizhou Army is the Guizhou Army. This kind of local army is commanded by the guards. All commanders are not under the jurisdiction of the prefect, but are only under the command of the Five Army Capital Governor's Mansion and follow the deployment of the Ministry of War.
　　 But King Yun is different. In addition to being the prefect of the two states, he also serves as the commander of the two states. Regardless of whether it is the Five Armies Capital Governor's Mansion or the Ministry of War, they naturally dare not ask much about the emperor's family affairs, so they ignoring this King Yun's soldiers from the two states intentionally or unconsciously.
　　 When King Yun was taken by Xuan Tiewei to the Jade Palace with imperial decree, the Golden State Army did not respond that night, and there was no movement. But on the second day, the news spread, and the Golden State Health Center was in a mess. You must know that these generals and generals were all born and died following King Yun, and they know the truth that every glory and prosperity will be destroyed. Upon hearing this, there was no time to ask the Ministry of War for advice, and he led the troops directly to the Cuiyu Palace.
　　 Although they came, they were a step late after all. Even if they were on the Qingshi Street of Chen Bing, they categorically did not dare to attack the gate of the Cuiyu Palace to prevent King Yun's "experience". If King Yun dies in the end, they can only be scattered as birds and beasts.
　　 But in the end King Yun came out alive. How can they let their master do anything wrong? The whole street was immediately put under martial law, and no one was allowed to approach it.
　　 Gouzhu and others had an invitation from King Yun. After they checked it, they stopped blocking it.
　　 Qingyun upstairs, King Yun has been waiting for a long time.
　　 He even wore the white outer disciple robe that was given to him when he entered the Jade Palace. Although it was broken, he barely patched it up. Compared with the first time I saw him, apart from some rashes that have not gone away, nothing has changed much. There was a refreshing smile on his face, no different from ordinary outer disciples.
　　 The round table is already full of wine and vegetables. These foundation-building monks usually eat very hard in the Jade Jade Palace, and this is really exciting. Especially the people such as Goujiu, Song Ruhai and Mumu, usually can't drink on the mountain. There is the lord's back here, and finally you can open up for a drink.
　　 I drank too much, and talked a lot. When he was dazzled, King Yun suddenly threw his chopsticks on the table and said, "We have the fate of being together next to Cuiyu Peak, and we are congenial. Why not just worship brothers here?"
　　 "Okay!" Without thinking about it, he agreed. Since he has been in this bluestone street, the most important thing that Master Thief taught him is to be loyal. He had many brothers, but most of them were mobs, and now they don't know where they are. The only reliable brother was right in front of him. He died tragically under Chen Xuanfang's hands, right in front of him. Now that he can harvest another brother, he just can't ask for it.
　　 In his opinion, when all of them were pressed under the Dingfang inkstone, King Yun did not slip away, but forcibly broke Liu Hui's spell with a mortal body. Although it is hard to say that this person is righteous ~EbookFREE.me~, at least he is not a dude who is greedy for life and fear of death, and is worthy of worship.
　　 Song Ruhai is secretly happy. He actually became a brother with King Yun, and his business will be much easier when he returns to the Song family in the future. In the future, his identity as the King of Yun is revealed. Which official dares to embarrass him? This kind of opportunity would not be let go by killing him.
　　 Mu Mu has a simple mind, Song Ruhai and Gou Zhu are fine, and he is naturally fine.
　　Cloud King pointed out the window: "This is Cuiyu Peak, where Qin Zhenren soared. You and I will burn incense and pray here, and we will become brothers of different surnames. Please be a testimony to our ancestors. From now on, we will share the blessings and share the difficulties!"
　　 King Yun and Song Ruhai are both eighteen years old, but King Yun is two months older than Song Ruhai, ranking first, and Song Ruhai is second. The third is seventeen years old, and the fourth is wood sixteen. King Yun pulled them to worship, but there were no remaining female cultivators. Du Li laughed. For her, these brothers' loyalties are men's games, and it is not her business. Huang Lu felt left out, making her face pale with anger.
After King Yun and them had bowed, he glanced at the remaining female cultivators and said with a smile to them: "The senior sisters are all beautiful and beautiful. In case the king is blessed, all will be admitted to the harem in the future. If you bow first Sister, wouldn't it be against the human relationship then?"
　　 Du Li's face was embarrassed when she heard this, her white face kept flushing to the base of her ears. Huang Lu yelled: "Bah! Haozheng, you are your daydream!" After speaking, she turned her head and joked with Murong Qing No. 19, and ignored him.
　　 Despite what she said, she was proud of the four words "Tian Zi Guo Se" in her heart for a long time, and even thought with excitement for a while, if she married into the palace, as a princess, wouldn't it be a peerless elegance? But she couldn't help but shook her head secretly, thinking: It's a pity, it's a pity that King Yun's body is really too weak.