Chapter 1076: Businessman in power

There are many roads in the Tianshu Mausoleum, but only one road can directly climb to the top of the mausoleum, and that is the Shinto made of white jade in the south.
Ascending the tomb by Shinto is a very symbolic event.
Only the Emperor and the Pope and the Southern Saints are eligible to go to Shinto, which represents supreme authority.
Before Xunmei, many people had tried to break into Shinto, but apart from Zhou Dufu, there seemed to be no other successful examples.
Wang Po’s attempt to break into the Divine Way is to fulfill his promise to his old friends, to provoke the court, and to avenge the Emperor Taizong.
Xu Yourong stood deep in the woods of the Baicao Garden, looked at the grass that was slightly tombed, and whispered: "You said that Ji Daoren is the most loyal courtier of the Emperor Taizong, and even some perverted followers, then he How could such a thing be allowed to happen?"
The breeze was blowing on the leaves and the fresh green grass that had just emerged from the ground. The Queen of Heaven and Sea was sleeping here, and no one could answer her question.
"It's really nervous to think of being against such a perverted character."
Xu Yourong's expression was calm, and she could not see the tension described in her words, only slightly twitching eyelashes, revealing her true mood at this time.
The things she has to do or the decision is too terrible. If you are not careful, you may die tens of millions of people miserably.
To make such a decision, or to convince the entire continent that she dared to make such a decision, requires her extremely strong will.
The will is extremely strong, natural and ruthless, this is the way of the Supreme.
Xu Yourong frowned slightly, and looked a little weak, arousing pity.
No one has seen her like this.
Even when she was seriously injured in Zhou Yuan, even if she was close to Chen Changsheng, she had never seen it.
Only the smooth stone path on Muyu and the tree by the cliff have ever seen it.
The index fingers of both hands touched gently in the breeze.
She looked at the intersection of her fingertips and said to herself, "You can, you can do it."
With a seemingly weak, slightly timid murmur, her eyelashes gradually stopped shaking.
She lifted her head and looked again at the slightly green grass, her eyes calm.
The ultimate peace is indifference.
Don't say a piece of grass, even the torrential flood, can't make her care.
"May the Holy Light be with you forever."
Xu Yourong turned and walked outside the Baicao Garden.
As her skirt flicked, wild flowers grew all the way through the green grass, and then suddenly a golden flame sprang into nothingness.
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It's not very far from Xunmei's hut to Shinto, when Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi and others rushed past, it didn't take long.
But Wang Po went away for a long time.
The iron sword was held in his hand sometime when he had unsheathed it.
If people see this scene, there will be a lot of shock and more puzzlement.
When he was fighting against Tieshu in the snow that year, he hadn't drawn his sword for a long time, and he didn't cut the sky until the end.
Why did he pull out the iron sword so early today? Who is he going to cut?
It is not human that Wang Po wants to cut.
Today's Tianshuling is too deserted and can't see any monks who observe the monument. Even the stewards don't know where to go.
Even if these people are there, no one is qualified to let him out.
He chopped the branches that came out of the way to block the road, the fences that had decayed, the bluestones that were not smooth because of disrepair.
As the iron knife fell, the branches became crumbs, the bamboo hedges became powder, and the bluestones became powder, then they were blown away by the wind and became flat and brand new.
After he left, the clear knife marks on the mud and blue stone gradually disappeared, but the knife's intention was hidden in a deeper space, covering something.
Wang Po walked under the Shinto and looked at the pavilion that once existed.
The world now knows that the of sweat at that time will have broken into the sacred.
No wonder Xun Mei just woke up from the dream that night and was still unable to pass him at the peak.
Who will stop him from breaking into Shinto today?
Wang Po didn't walk towards Shinto, waiting quietly for the man's arrival.
His iron knife re-entered the sheath, but the sword was still between the world and slowly rising.
He will not be anxious, because the longer the time, the more perfect the sword of accumulation will be, until it is perfect, there will be no gaps.
This may be the reason. It didn't take long for the person he waited to appear.
The breeze swayed the clear water in the shallow canal and produced countless fine ripples, forming countless complicated patterns.
There seems to be a hidden meaning of heaven and earth in the water grain, which has diluted Wang Po's sword a lot.
The merchant boat appeared on the Shinto, the sleeves of the road fluttered, and the black hair was combed, and Yinghua was pressing.
Wang Po said: "Sure enough, there is nothing new."
He didn't feel surprised about the emergence of Shangxing Zhou. No one would think it was unexpected.
People in the world who have the ability to stop him from breaking into Shinto, that is, the merchant boat.
The firm did not answer the call.
He is more concerned with actual results than speaking.
He looked at Wang Po, his eyes full of appreciation, just like looking at his best junior.
But that appreciation eventually turned into regret.
In his plan, Wang Po will play a very important role in the subsequent Northern Expedition War, and he is even preparing to hand over to the other party even the important task of breaking through the old snow town.
It is a pity that such an outstanding human race is going to die today.
A rain fell to the sky of Tianshuling with the arrival of the merchant boat.
It was not spring rain, but arrow rain.
Accompanied by dense buzzing sounds, countless branches and arrows and crossbows fell like rainstorms.
The arrows and the air were violently rubbed, bringing out the fire, and there was a holy light shining.
Wang Po didn't turn around, already aware of the coming of Jian Yu.
He was a little surprised, but also a little emotional.
He did not expect that the Yulin Army outside the Tianshu Mausoleum actually possessed so many arrows of Holy Light.
Obviously, the imperial court had pre-judged his appearance in the Tianshuling. Such a large number of Holy Light Arrows are extremely targeted terrorist methods.
It turned out that he broke into the sacred on the bank of Luoshui three years ago, and the court began to prepare him.
Shangxing Boat stood on the Shinto, and was also covered by this arrow of rain, but he didn't mean to leave, but just watched Wang Po quietly.
He looked like a dead man.
He has practiced Taoism for more than a thousand years and naturally has the ability to deal with the Holy Light Arrow, at least much stronger than Wang Po.
And if he doesn't leave, Wang Po can't leave.
No matter how strong Wang Po's iron sword is, it is impossible to resist his attack while chopping down the sky with arrows of rain.
At this moment, in a certain forest in the southwest of Tianshuling, a sword light suddenly swept up.
The sword light is extremely clean.
A flying bird was surprised, but before he could fly out of the forest tip, he was cut by another sword light.
That sword light is extremely gorgeous.
Immediately afterwards, more and more sword lights swept through the woods.
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