Chronicles of Heaven Chapter 389: Tax Cheng
Anyang City, Linghu Fort.
The well-known Linghu clan is faintly known as the number one clan in the Jin Dynasty by virtue of its great influence in the Da Jin military.
As the residence of the people of the Linghu clan, Linghu Fort is naturally large and diverse.
A circle of blue-gold color is only a foot shorter than the imperial city. The six-foot narrow city wall encloses Linghu Fort. The square Linghu Fort covers an area in Anyang City, almost the same as that of Dajin. The imperial city of the emperor is comparable.
However, unlike the imperial city located in the middle of Anyang City, Linghu Fort is located in the northeast corner of Anyang City, where there is a flowing water directly into the city through a water gate. This flowing water runs through the entire Linghu Fort, and at the same time connects Linghu Fort with an enormous forest garden in the northeast outside Anyang City.
The area of the forest garden is seven or eight the size of the imperial city. Among them, there are mountains and hills, woods and grasslands, lakes and streams, flowers at all times, green trees all the year round, and countless palaces and pavilions. There are countless rare birds and animals.
This flowing water, along with the water gate through which the flowing water enters the city, are all within Linghu's grasp.
Linghu’s big men came to be interested, as long as they board a flat boat, they can go upstream and pass through the small water gate, which is open all year round, directly from the majestic Linghu Castle to the place. A beautiful and luxurious forest garden.
Actually, strictly speaking, the real Linghu Fort is a complex of the square castle inside the city and the Lin Yuan outside the city.
So, everyone knows that the actual size of Linghu Castle, the residence of the Linghu clan, is twice the size of the imperial city.
This is arrogance.
There is no doubt that this is arrogance.
But the Dajin God Emperor didn't say a word about this, so how could others dare to speak?
In the north of Linghu Castle, in a blue-black hall, an extremely long table that can accommodate hundreds of people on the left and right is placed upright in the middle of the hall.
At the top of the main hall, a palm-sized pearl is inlaid in the center of Mojing. The pearl emits a soft light, which is just in the middle of the long table. It is vaguely visible that a grain of dust is dancing in the pearly light, and the pearly light also illuminates the long Large chairs on either side of the table.
Linghu Qingqing sat at the end of the long table, squinting and smiling, admiring the nine **** tokens placed six feet in front of him on the long table. On the square and square token with a material that resembles beautiful jade, an extremely delicate, living creature-like map of the Nine Dragons Day is born.
These nine tokens are the last trophies of the Three Kingdoms in the battle for the blood flag.
The huge Nine Dragons Sun-Raising Blood Flag, which was finally succeeded by Linghu Qingqing, turned into these nine **** tokens.
These nine tokens are nine opportunities and nine lives!
Each token can ensure that a person, like Linghu Qingqing, has been stranded in the fetal storage for countless years. The body and the fetus can no longer withstand the daily soaring mana and blood, and may dissipate the world on their own at any time. The strongest in the fetal storage realm, stepped into the sky and stepped into the divine realm.
From the fetal storage realm to the gods realm, there is great horror.
A mortal wants a carp to jump into a dragon's gate. From a mere mortal to a god, heaven and earth cannot tolerate it.
Therefore, there are countless calamities coming from the world. Among all calamities, the most intuitive, terrifying, and most difficult to deal with is the endless terrifying thunder calamity that can penetrate the world with every blow.
Relying on one's own cultivation base, even if there is a **** of heaven to carry with him, even if there is an innate spirit treasure to protect, it will absolutely not be able to stop the terrible calamity, and it is absolutely impossible to successfully get rid of the mortal body and turn into a god.
Only the token given by the'God of Heaven', and only this'Order of the Heavens', every piece of the'Order of the Heavens', can ensure that a strong person like Linghu Qingqing is stable and unhappy to become a god. .
God... Lifespan is endless.
Only this one is enough... Those soldiers of the Three Kingdoms who died in the battle for the blood flag are also considered dead. Using their deaths in exchange for nine noble gods... How worthwhile is it to exchange the lives of ants for the Heavenly Dragon?
There are more soldiers who die a hundred times more, so what?
The territories of the Three Kingdoms are so vast, and the number of people is trillions, haha, a few casualties, it's not worth mentioning.
"What a wonderful baby, can you bear it?" Linghu Qingqing smiled, tapping his fingers on the armrest of the chair lightly.
"I, Linghu Qingqing, did not ashamed the ancestors of the Linghu clan... the last time the Linghu clan got it... the last time he got the clan **** order, I also got the linghu clan... this time , I, Linghu Qingqing, finally grabbed the **** order with my own hands."
"In this way, it can also protect my Linghu family's eternal glory, which is really gratifying."
Linghu Qingqing smiled extremely brightly.
Wearing a blue-black robe, a sapphire belt around his waist, and a green wood crown on his head, the blushing face of the contemporary Patriarch of the Linghu family quietly walked in. Across the long table, Patriarch Linghu saluted Linghu Qingqing with a smile on his face.
"Ancestor! Guests, all are here."
Linghu Qingqing nodded slowly, smiled and glanced at Patriarch Linghu.
How many generations of grandson is this kid? Well, it’s not important, living long enough, too many children and grandchildren, this generation or something, it’s too troublesome to care about...Anyway, except for a few brothers of the same generation who can’t be cultivated, all the members of Linghu’s clan today are The younger of Linghu Qingqing.
As for the name of this kid...it doesn't matter.
The Linghu clan has a Linghu Qingqing, and this name represents the Linghu clan.
Linghu Patriarch, who was chosen by Linghu Qingqing and a group of elders at random, was a spokesperson for the Linghu family's interests, and he was a super butler after all.
This kid wants to get into Linghu Qingqing's current status, but he still has to endure it.
"Come in, please! Hehe, they are all old friends, very good, very good." Linghu Qingqing smiled and waved gently.
Patriarch Linghu smiled and bowed deeply, and then stepped out of the hall.
In a short while, two dozen figures walked into the main hall. They walked straight to the long table closest to Linghu Qingqing, and gathered on the large chairs on both sides.
"The order of the gods is only nine yuan... the old man uses one piece for himself, and prepares one for the brothers who are submerged... the remaining seven yuan, friends, you can make a price." Linghu Qingqing smiled brightly, he looked at it. These two dozen figures are like looking at twenty fat pigs lined up on a cutting board.
A burly old man said in a low voice: "Lao Qing, your family already owes me a favor... The ninth son of King Xu, whose mother is your concubine of the Linghu family, the old man has helped He arranged it well and let him receive the title of Uncle Yangjiang."
The burly old man flicked his finger on the table and said calmly: "A Uncle Sijiang is nothing, but with a title, he is eligible to fight for the throne of King Xu, and wait for him to inherit the throne of King Xu, a king. , It’s worth the money...this favor, you have to keep it in mind."
Linghu Qingqing smiled and glanced at the burly old man: "The old man remembers, um, this is indeed a small bargaining chip, but it's not enough..."
An old man with a clear face said softly: "Old Linghu, don't forget, it was the old man who mobilized the royal family to worship, and rushed out to reinforce him. Otherwise, you want to seize the nine yuan of the gods, it is difficult! So! , When one piece belongs to the old man."
Linghu Qingqing looked at the old man Qingzhu, and squinted his eyes: "Master Right...you and me for many years of'friendship', a piece of the gods order, properly and properly, there is a piece that belongs to you. But, can’t Give it for nothing! This god's order was taken by the old man himself, and the gods only recognize the authority that the old man has. Therefore, you have to pay the price."
The old man Qingzhu also squinted his eyes, his gaze was like a knife, and the sharp and cold gaze that was as sharp as Linghu Qingqing's, slammed into it.
He tapped his fingers **** the long table. After a long time, after a long time, the old man Qingzhu said solemnly: "Northwest, the 22 new states established by the Shenwei Army, the state lord, the county lord, all belong to your Linghu clan. ."
Linghu Qingqing smiled and nodded: "Not too big or too small, medium bargaining chip...not worthy of a **** order. But don't worry, friends, we have time to negotiate slowly. Um, come here, good tea, good wine, haha, today, the old man is happy, all the tea and drinks, the old man’s package is rounded up."
In Anyang City, the Linghu clan was full of friends, and for the sake of a few celestial orders, the monstrous terror benefit was used as a small weight and gently placed on the balance in Linghu Qingqing's heart.
In Dazezhou, Wu Tiexu stood on the thick silt, roaring furiously.
A group of worms who don’t know whether they live or die are flying, ‘buzzing’ and rushing to Wutie’s seven orifices, wanting to get into his seven orifices and happily **** blood and eat meat.
Suddenly a three-color fire burst out of Wu Tie's body.
This is the true fire of the magical powers of the Nine Turns Profound Art, and the highest divine flame instantly caused the temperature within a hundred meters of him to soar, and the small group of insects instantly turned into blue smoke.
The silt under Wu Tie’s feet was directly melted into a translucent glass state by the samādhi real fire. When Wu Tie puts away the samādhi real fire, the melted silt quickly cooled, and the silt within a hundred feet of Wutie’s side was It was calcined into a large, smooth, light black glass.
Far away, a group of walking dead men and women looked towards this side, and pointed carefully towards this side.
After a while, in a rough thatched shed in the distance, a lean man with his chest bare, a large piece of black chest hair hung on his chest, and a piece of burlap around his waist wobbled out.
"Who is here, yelling, here..."
The thin man shivered suddenly, his eyes widened, and he took a closer look at the gorgeous jersey of Wu Tie's body that was unique to the senior generals of the Jin Dynasty. At the same time, he was wretched with a thin face that was a bit treacherous. Suddenly there was a smile on his face.
"My lord, my lord, alas, my lord has worked hard all the way, my lord, what do you do...oh, everyone entertained...but, don't blame us..."
The lean man threw himself under Wu Tie's feet, and cautiously knocked his head three times.
"The post house in this post house, as well as the other adults, died more than half a month ago... Hey, this post house, you are still the first wave of living people in this post house. What...Why, you are the only one?"
The thin man looked around blankly.
Wu Tie is indeed wearing a high-level jersey of the Dajin general level, but according to the Dajin military system, even a third-rank general with the lowest status, when traveling, he will call forward and hold back, at least 10,000 or 20,000 soldiers. The guards followed. There was no flagship of five to six hundred feet long and no more than a dozen small and medium-sized escorts. You are embarrassed to say hello to others.
He’s just so lonely... Oh, no, there is a carriage and two horses, just come here?
"Who are you really?"
Wu Tie looked down at the thin man, and said coldly: "Yi Cheng and them are all dead? What are you?"
The thin man gave a dry laugh, knelt on the ground cautiously and said: "The little one, the little one is the assistant of this post house...the little one..."
Wu Tie kicked the thin man and kicked him seven or eight feet away.
The ground was all made into glass mirrors by the Wutie Sanmai real fire. The man slid out a long way with a ‘slippery’ sound, without hurting a trace of the skin.
"I don't think you are a good thing... How did you come to Dazezhou?"
Seeing the miserable and desolate appearance of Dazezhou, Wu Tie also roughly understood what is going on in Dazezhou.
People of good people, I'm afraid there won't be any here.
This wretched and wicked man is definitely not a good thing.
"The villain, the villain..." The thin man rolled his eyes and suddenly cried: "The villain was wronged... The villain just passed by a certain backyard and saw a purse in the yard, no Pick up the purse carefully. Who knows how many millions of pearls are in it?"
Wu Tie drew out the Long Sword of Six Immortal Soldiers around his waist, and the long sword flew out with a ‘huh’, and the tip of the sword hit the thin man’s apple.
"To be honest, what did you commit?" Wu Tie looked at the thin man coldly: "I am in a bad mood, and now I want to kill him seven or eight hundred living people to vent his fire!"
The thin man was sweating all over, and he shivered and said: "Robbery in the house, raped the three daughters of the suffering master, picked his two sons, and sold them to beg... But Dazezhou needs someone to fill the side. The judge asked me if I want to die and want to live, and the villain wants to live, so I came here..."
Wu Tie looked at the thin man.
"So, you are the best scum...What are you doing alive?" Wu Tie raised his brows, and the fairy sword floating in the air lightly stabs forward~IndoMTL.com~The thin man's neck Above, a very thin wisp of blood flowed out.
"The villain deserves ten thousand deaths for sins, but the villain has lived in Dazezhou for seven years, and is now the longest living person in Dazezhou...The villain, respond to the situation in Dazezhou. I know very well..."
A yellow stain of water overflowed from the skinny man's crotch, dripping down the glass floor.
"Then, tell me, I am in Dazezhou, what should I be most careful about?" Wu Tie looked at the thin man coldly.
"You, you have to be most careful, not the restless natives, not the poisonous insects and beasts, yes, yes, yes..."
The lean man's eyes rolled wildly. He looked at the fairy soldier on his Adam's apple for a while, and Wu Tie for a while, his expression tangled and embarrassed.
Suddenly, there was a shout in the distance: "Master Shui Cheng, come back to the city!"
"Shui Cheng?" Wu Tie's eyes widened.
"Shuicheng!" The thin man trembling, finally spit out these two words.