Chapter 164: Son, invite
Chapter 164 Holy Son, invitation
Three days later.
The team of Tianxuan officials led by Fu Qing went out of the city ten miles to welcome the arrival of the Holy Land Walk.
"Junior Brother Mo, do your methods work?" Han Shu followed Huage, and said frivolously to Mo.
In the end, Mo frivolously endured everything alone.
After getting the consent of the empress, the three old men of Zheng Tao irresponsibly handed over the matter of receiving the envoy to Mo frivolous arrangement.
The euphemistic name is: You know the thoughts you put forward best.
People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.
In the past few days, I can only swallow my anger and arrange the reception of the envoy.
In order to cultivate Han Shu, Huage also finds a job as a follower for Han Shu, and arranges plans with Mo Qingkuang.
Of course, it is more appropriate for someone with such high authority as Fu Qing to take on the role of reception envoy.
Listening to Han Shu's words, Mo frivolously rolled his eyes, if it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't beat those three old things, I wouldn't have done such a thing, my lord!
As for whether those arrangements are useful, I don’t know anyway, they were all arranged by the ancestors.
But full of anger, Mo frivolously didn't look good because of his distrust of Han Shu: "If you think it's useless, you can do it yourself."
Han Shu smiled smugly, and said no more.
"Stop talking, here we come." Fu Qing, who was at the head of the crowd, looked forward with a seriousness that had never been seen in the past.
Mo frivolously looked forward, a black spot appeared on the horizon, from far to near, it became clearer and clearer.
It was a carriage pulled by four solid horses of different colors, and it came from the sky on the clouds.
After the carriage landed and appeared in front of everyone, it brought a new shock.
The four horses were more than one foot tall, with one horn on their heads.
Four hooves landed on the ground, giving people an indescribable calmness.
Mo Qingkuang really felt that these four horses were all monsters of at least Wuzun level.
Han Shu explained to him in a low voice at the side, this is a unicorn horse from the demon country, and it is said that it has a trace of the blood of an ancient unicorn.
Mo Qingkuang couldn't help but be amazed when he heard the words, this holy place is really a big deal, it actually uses a strong martial artist to pull the cart!
I don’t know what kind of person this holy land walker will be, how about fooling around?
The unicorn stood there alone, staring at everyone indifferently, as if it were four sculptures.
In contrast to the carriage, there are countless mysterious runes engraved on the body, and precious gemstones are used to connect them to form eyes.
Mo Qingkuang reckoned that it would be difficult for even King Wu to break through this carriage.
At this moment, the car door opened, and an old man in sackcloth stepped out.
The old man is of medium build, with white hair and a childlike face, with an imposing aura like an abyss, with a majestic aura that suppresses everything.
Fu Qing shrank his pupils when he saw the old man. This is a strong Martial Emperor.
"Congratulations to the envoy!" Fu Qing took the lead and bowed to the old man.
The old man did not respond, but stood by the carriage door.
Under everyone's amazed eyes, another person walked out of the car door, a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.
The young man has red lips and white teeth, a face like a crown jade, wearing a silk blue shirt, holding a folding fan of unknown material in his hand, smiling, but showing a hint of pride in his eyes.
At this moment, the old man finally spoke: "This is Lan Xiao, the son of Penglai Xiandao. This time, the son of Lan Xiao will handle the conflict between Tianxuan and Lanyan on behalf of the Holy Land."
Everyone was shocked when they heard the words, it turned out to be someone from Penglai Xiandao who came forward!
In Tianhan Continent, there are a total of seven holy places, including three for the monster race, three for the human race, and there is also a Penglai fairy island overseas.
Different from the holy places in the inland, which are divided into races, Penglai Xiandao is all-encompassing. There are races, monster races, and sea races.
On Penglai Xiandao, all things are equal, and no racial grievances should be involved. Therefore, Penglai Xiandao maintains a neutral state among the seven holy places.
The three holy lands of the human race, Yaoshen Mountain, Jietian Peak and Fengshen Realm are all involved, and Yaoshen Mountain is within the territory of the Blue Flame Empire.
In order to avoid partiality, this time, people from Penglai Xiandao were invited to come forward to resolve this matter.
Fu Qing's eyes fell on Lan Xiao, who was not very old, she looked only in her twenties.
But his own cultivation has reached the level of a first-rank grand master!
With a strong Martial Emperor as an attendant, four one-horned horse-drawn carriages of the Martial Master level, coupled with his own talent and strength, this Lan Xiao is worthy of the name of the Son of God.
"I've seen Holy Son Lan Xiao!" Everyone saluted again.
Lan Xiao is not very old and her cultivation level is not high, so everyone saluted to show the face of the Holy Land.
Lan Xiao opened the folding fan with a "snap", and a breath that belonged to the ocean came to her face: "You don't need to be too polite, junior Lan Xiao, I have met you seniors."
Fu Qing smiled and said respectfully: "My lord, Fu Qing, the principal of Tianxuan Guozijian, this time to receive the official history, this is Mo frivolous, who is the deputy envoy. Welcome the Holy Son to come to Tianxuan as our guest."
While introducing, he signaled everyone to get out of the way and lead the Son into the city.
After listening to his words, Lan Xiao and the old man's eyes fell on Mo Qingkuang who was standing beside Fu Qing.
Lan Xiao was fine, but the old man Wuhuang's eyes lit up, and he looked at Mo frivolously carefully from top to bottom.
Mo Qingkuang only felt that the old man's gaze was like lightning, as if it wanted to pierce him all over.
"The spirit body of the wind is not congenital. It is a good seedling, but it is a pity that it is in Tianxuan. Kid, are you interested in going to Penglai Xiandao with me?" The old man grinned, showing a mouthful of neat teeth.
Everyone was shocked, why did this old man suddenly start poaching people? Mo frivolity is the hope of the rise of the empire, and it cannot be poached away.
It’s just that everyone knows that Mo Qingkuang has always been himself, and he attached himself to Tianxuan to find a backer for self-protection. Now that he has the most prominent backer in the world to offer an olive branch, how will Mo Qingkuang choose?
But they dare not say too much, the authority of the Holy Land is still very important, if the Holy Land wants someone, they dare not refuse to give it, unless the strength reaches the level recognized by the Holy Land.
Obviously, there is no such thing in the presence, unless the empress speaks in person.
Seeing that Mo Qingkuang was stunned for a moment, he immediately said: "Senior's kindness and junior are grateful, but Tianxuan has a great kindness to junior, and he will never bear to abandon the motherland at a critical moment."
Mo's frivolous words made everyone in Tianxuan heave a sigh of relief, Mr. Lian is indeed a good boy who values affection.
Actually, how did they know? Mo Fan told him that even if he entered the Holy Land, he would be someone who followed Lan Xiao's **** and waved flags, so it didn't matter if he didn't go.
The old man frowned slightly, and said lightly: "You are the first person to refuse the invitation from the Holy Land. If that's the case, let it go."
For the secular world, spirit bodies are rare existences, but for the Holy Land, spirit bodies are not unavoidable geniuses.
There are quite a few Holy Lands like Mo Qingkuang, and even Penglai Xiandao has several innate spirit bodies, but Lan Xiao stands out first.
With the eyesight of the old man of the Martial Emperor, he can see that Mo Qingkuang has not been a wind spirit body for a long time, but his cultivation base has reached a first-rank master, and there is still potential to be tapped.
That's why he was invited to join Penglai Xiandao.
But since Mo frivolously refused, there was no need to say it again.
Holy land, the most indispensable thing is genius.
"Master Liu Yu, let's go." Lan Xiao gave Mo frivolously a look, and then greeted the old man to enter the city.
Everyone is saying that there is a little water recently, which should be the reason for the bedding. In the past two days, I will try my best to pass this paragraph as soon as possible.
(end of this chapter)