Chapter 1800: Real Estate

"Why is it so difficult to be an emperor, why did I come to fight for this throne, if God can give me another chance."
"No, I still want to be an emperor."
"I can't be an emperor, what can I do?"
"I don't know anything but the profession of being an emperor."
"You people with intellectual disabilities, I really want to strangle all of you, and I can't bear the pain if I do some reforms."
"I can bear your calculations, how can you not bear it."
"If you don't change, you will die. Behind Dongyue and Xiliu will be beaten. If the Nanao group has no place to escape, our northern Xinjiang is also one of the choices."
"If the world changes in the future, there will be no unified voice and orderly order, northern Xinjiang will be a hell."
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After swallowing a lot of Qingjing pills, Turanto could not bear the influence of negative emotions, and he was nagging holding his crown.
There are crying, laughing, sadness, and enthusiasm, and occasionally murderous...
"Xu Zhi, would you like me to explain to you the "Qiankun Cudgel" and "The Emperor's Catalogue", and "The Ice Secret Technique" can also explain some things."
Bagula looked at Xu Zhi, who was shaking his head, and felt confused.
The three volumes of Wuya's practice techniques were repeatedly watched by Xu Zhi, which cost several transaction qualifications.
Xu Zhi's thirty-four copies of Qingjing Pill's main ingredients seem to change a lot, but there are a lot of copies required to exchange for training.
If he did not benefit from cultivation, Xu Zhi would only get a few great medicines.
Compared to treating Turanto's injury, Bagula feels that Xu Zhi paid a lot and benefited little.
"No, no, if your grandpa knows, your legs will be interrupted."
"He is unconscious now, and he certainly doesn't know."
"No, we can't do this kind of thing."
Recalling from the cultivation of the Wuya family, Xu Zhi repeatedly waved his hand at Bagula.
If you can't go your own way and form your own cultivation, Xu Zhi can only use it yourself, and no outside teaching is allowed.
The cultivator system is extremely strict, and cultivating science has extremely strict rules. The higher the cultivating level is, the more cherish it is.
Turanto is qualified to teach and trade, but Bagula does not.
"Then let's discuss cultivation, it will be no problem to discuss, this is mutual cultivation and exchange behavior."
"It's okay."
To put it another way, it makes sense.
No matter how talented Xu Zhi is, his spirit has reached the level of a master. He has only learned for a few hours, and Bagula has been carefully tuned by Turanto for several years. The video involving subtlety may be more accurate than the virtual imaging. Many can make up for his omissions.
Yan Jinbai sent his whistle, Xu Zhi and Bagula started a long discussion.
When Yan Jinbai coughed several times, the two men stopped their mouths and looked to Turanto, who was gradually awake.
"Huangtu Baye talks and laughs, it is a drunken life."
Turant muttered to himself, his eyes brighter and brighter.
"The dream is broken, but the reality will continue. Some things have to be done, and they must be done."
He swallowed a few times and took out several pills, which he swallowed continuously.
As his muscles continued to tremble, the faint ice mist immediately surrounded the body.
In the ice fog, a slight crisp sound came from time to time.
It took a few minutes for Turanto to terminate the secret technique of release and stood up in surprise.
He touched the position of his heart, squeezed with his right hand, his body suddenly raised a foot, and the whole person swelled.
Turanto's body was close to two meters, and now looks more like a little giant.
His footsteps lightly stepped, and people have flashed into his usual training room.
A silver-white long stick started, and he saw his long stick waving quickly.
Fast, even speeding blows, less than a minute, began to spread his figure in the practice room.
Xu Zhi mentioned the spirit, his eyes suddenly widened.
This was the first time he saw a grandmaster wielding weapons.
Turanto's injury was beginning to heal, and the speed of the long stick swinging from slow to fast. Many extremely difficult moves and strikes have been decomposed to the point of debris.
As Xu Zhi's spirit penetrated, it seemed that only Turanto was waving his stick between the world and the sky, without any other cover.
This is a complete learning and induction process.
Xu Zhi can at least know what the best cudgel master in the world looks like.
Qian Kun's stick technique was released by Turanto one by one. The size of the square was so powerful that it was indescribable. This made his mind startled.
Any practice is from imitation to innovation. With such a reference in front, many things that he has not yet understood are instantly bypassed by analogy.
Afterwards, it was difficult for him to lock his mind, and the white piece in front of him made him retreat with satisfaction.
"Miao, the feeling of body recovery is really happy, this time also made me a bit more refined."
A few minutes later, Turanto collected his stick and felt extremely satisfied with the state of his body.
"Grandpa, are you healed?" Bagula surprised.
Turanto is the heart-shaped bead of the Uya royal family. If it is good, everything is fine. If it is bad, many things are hard to say.
Bagula only felt relieved, and the tense spirit suddenly soothed.
"Healing is not possible, there are some subtleties that need to be adjusted, it will take some time, but at least I can do my best now, hehe..."
Turanto sneered a few times, and when his strength returned, his confidence also hardened.
Ordinary people rebel and ordinary people deal with it.
But the level is getting higher and higher. When it comes to the level of Grand Master, he must suppress it himself.
As long as he is still healthy, it is impossible for anyone to dare to come to his court to arrogantly.
In the past few years, he has been doubted by some interested people.
He even encouraged a grand master like Tuo Manlun to come and try.
"Let's stay here for a while, I let Baldman go away safely, maybe some people are waiting for me to wait impatiently."
After Turan ordered the three men, he looked at the mirror nearby and took a closer look at himself.
His body began to shrink slowly, and his face continued to decay, appearing grayish and dim in his eyes.
This state is not much different from when it has not been treated before, and a large probability can make some people who are determined to make up their minds.
After a little tidying up his clothes, he walked towards the mechanism that opened the basement.
"It's such a daunting day," Xu Zhi sighed.
"The bigger the family business, the more people are interested," Yan Jinbai said with a smile: "It seems to be the same everywhere."
"It's not like this, it's not like this," Bagula shook his head again and again: "We just corrected the bad side of the country The chaos."
"A big mess in a few decades?"
"Fix, get rid of stubborn illness?"
Xu Zhi and Yan Jinbai spoke out one after another, and the situation in Northern Xinjiang inevitably reminded them of Dongyue.
Turanto is a violent reform, relying on a strong correction of everything, and Dongyue is slowly changing.
The effect of the former is fast, and the rebound is also the most fierce.
The latter is unconsciously boiled frog in warm water. Although the rebound is acceptable, it takes a long time.
The difference between the two is indescribable, but different national conditions lead to different means of implementation.
Turanto has this strength and confidence.
As for Dongyue, Xu Zhi felt that the violent reform was to seek his own way, and no one could sustain it.