Chapter 520 Visitors from the Palace
Wang Zijia didn't collect all of them. After all, he couldn't cheat. Not to mention the people with residual or pseudo spiritual roots, the low-grade and medium-grade spiritual roots were of little use to his layout.
He didn't seek the present, but the future, so he had to take the elite route.
Only those with high-grade spiritual roots and above would be taken away by him. The low-grade and medium-grade spiritual roots would be recorded, so that he could collect them when the people he trained needed them.
"Immortal, the immortal came to rescue!"
"The sword immortal has come to the world!"
"Thank you, the merciful immortal, for saving my family."
"Why did you come now!!! Mother, father!!!"
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As one person after another was rescued, the dead city began to be lively again.
Some were grateful;
Some knelt down in gratitude;
Some roared bitterly.
Wang Zijia waited calmly. He saved people just by chance. Killing ghosts and checking the reincarnation of evil insects were the core goals.
It took most of the day to initially solve the problem and restore the organizational structure. A paper man was left to guard the place, and Li Lan was notified to send someone to take over the aftermath.
Wang Zijia left quietly and went to the next town.
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In this way, Wang Zijia continued to go to the disaster-stricken cities one by one, clearing ghosts, collecting silver rays, planting demons, and checking the reincarnation of evil insects.
And the name of Shenghong Sword Immortal began to resound throughout Changbao.
From the severely affected areas, it gradually spread to other cities and even spread to the inland.
Time passed unknowingly during Wang Zijia's rescue.
Wang Zijia's reputation as Shenghong Sword Immortal became more and more famous, and he was in the limelight in Changbao.
Gradually, wherever Wang Zijia went, he tended to be worshipped.
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A book "Legend of Shenghong Sword Immortal" says:
In the 112th year of the old calendar, a young dragon was born in Daqian, tired of the intrigues and scheming in the deep palace.
He was disheartened by the battle for the throne of the Nine Dragons and fled to the border.
In the same year, he encountered a beast tide and saw the strange domain, and obtained the ancient inheritance.
However, the strange domain is about to rise, and the people are in dire straits.
The sword immortal used a shocking secret method to kill the life and death, and instantly became a god.
On the day when the five swords flew into the sky, the sword energy penetrated the long rainbow and shone on the world.
Like a ray of hope, burning itself to illuminate the darkness of the world.
One person with five swords, traveled all over Changbao, killed demons and demons, and preached to all living beings.
His hair gradually turned white, he gradually left, his name gradually rose, and his Tao lasted forever.
He sacrificed his life to exchange for the lives of thousands of people.
He is a true immortal in the world!
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Time flies, and March is in a hurry.
On this day, Wang Zijia was doing his usual rescue work.
Suddenly, Wang Zijia, who was floating above the city, suddenly opened his eyes.
I saw a dragon boat with a length of more than ten feet in the sky, turning into a rainbow with extraordinary momentum.
The big word "Qian" on it was fluttering in the wind, and a vivid golden dragon was hovering around the word "Qian".
'Golden dragon flag, dragon boat and building ship traveling? Is it someone from the royal family? '
When Wang Zijia frowned, the building ship had already arrived not far from Wang Zijia and hovered.
Then, a young man with four maids and an old servant floated down and stopped in front of Wang Zijia.
The young man was about the same height as Wang Zijia, and his body was much stronger than Wang Zijia. His face was a little rough, but not ugly.
On the contrary, he had some masculine beauty, his face was not old, but because of his appearance and face shape, he looked a little mature.
Of course, even if Wang Zijia deliberately lowered his appearance a little in the past few months. Li Shenghong's appearance is slightly different from the original one, and this person can't catch up even if he tries hard.
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When Wang Zijia looked at the other party, the information about the other party automatically emerged.
Li Shenghui, the fifth prince in the fight for the throne, the fifth prince of the current generation.
Unlike Li Shenghong's previous priest cultivation, this person has the cultivation of the late real person, and is the second in the fight for the throne of the nine dragons in this generation. He has been trained by the royal family and is considered one of the winners.
In fact, the reason for such a huge difference is not talent, but time.
The Daqian Nine Dragons fight for the throne once every three hundred years, and the participants are limited to within a hundred years old each time, and the royal family evaluates the nine geniuses.
In other words, the same nine people may be in their twenties like Li Shenghong, and in their eighties like Li Shenghui, or even close to a hundred years old.
At this age, although they are not as good as gods!
But the gap of fifty or sixty years should not be too big under the full support of the royal resources.
It seems very unfair?
However, where is the fairness in the world? If you are not satisfied, you can choose not to participate. Haven't you seen more princes who don't even have a chance?
Let alone him, the ninth prince. In fact, starting from the seventh prince, it is destined that they can't compete with strength, but only with rottenness.
It is almost a convention that the three behind are all competing with rottenness to seize the throne.
Not seeking longevity, but only seeking to control the dragon vein, ascend to heaven in one step, enjoy three hundred years of worldly luxury, and ascend to the throne of the nine-five, which is comparable to the great repair of the tribulation, and even comparable to the earthly immortal!
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At this moment, neither of them spoke. While Wang Zijia was looking at each other, the other party was also looking at Wang Zijia.
"Hello, fifth brother!" After a while, Wang Zijia greeted indifferently, with a cold expression and a flat tone, as if he was going through the process.
Li Shenghui looked at Wang Zijia with complicated eyes for a long time, and then said faintly: "I didn't expect that the ninth brother would find another way and find a unique way to attract the attention of the clan again."
Listening to his tone, Wang Zijia frowned slightly and did not answer.
"Let's go!" Seeing this, Li Shenghui said something nice to the prince and turned around to get on the boat.
"Where are you going?" Wang Zijia did not move, but frowned knowingly.
"Ha! Ninth brother, there is no need to pretend between us brothers. You came to the Changbao border, and in just over four months you have caused such a commotion."
"He is the sword immortal who pacified the tide of beasts, stopped the treacherous realm, and saved all the people. Li Shenghong, the Shenghong Sword Immortal, and Young Dragon, the Daqian Banished Immortal, are so famous! My brothers and I are like thunder in Kyoto every day."
"You have worked so hard to make such a fuss, why don't you just return to the clan and be taken seriously again? Why, now that you are here, you still want to pretend to be the Shenghong Sword Immortal and deceive the world and steal your reputation to save people in need?"
Probably because of Wang Zijia's fame, he felt that Wang Zijia did not follow the rules and would use public opinion to stir up trouble when he lost. Li Shenghui's words were full of ridicule.
Wang Zijia's brows furrowed even more tightly, revealing the divine king's power.
Li Shenghui and the maids behind him swayed, and an old man behind him stepped in front of him, and his aura protected Li Shenghui and the others.
"Your Ninth Highness, Your Fifth Highness is here to invite you to return to your clan. It's okay if you don't appreciate it. Doing so seems to be a bit out of bounds?" The old man saluted Wang Zijia after revealing his peak cultivation as the Infant God.
"Why, the ninth brother thinks he is strong enough and wants to regain his position and humiliate me?" Li Shenghui was not afraid of this and looked at Wang Zijia and still mocked.
Obviously, he wanted Wang Zijia to take action rather than such a painless intimidation.
Wang Zijia shook his head and said: "No matter what you think or what the clan thinks, I will not return to the clan. If you are fine, you can leave. Don't disturb me to save people."
Wang Zijia's faint words made the old man and Li Shenghui stunned for a moment.
"You..." After a while, he came to his senses and said, "You said you don't want to go back?"
Wang Zijia glanced at him indifferently and said, "After I left Beijing, I never thought about going back!"
"Ha, it's a joke. If you don't want to go back, why are you making such a fuss? Why are you trying to imitate those great Confucian scholars, fishing for fame, deceiving the world and stealing fame?" Li Shenghui still didn't have a good look on his face.
Wang Zijia glanced at him lightly and said: "I do this because I am a human being. I am the ninth prince of Daqian, so I should do this. Reputation? That is just spread by the people below and has nothing to do with me. I never did anything on purpose.”
Li Shenghui completely put away his arrogant attitude, frowned, and looked hesitantly at the old man beside him.
The old man looked at Wang Zijia and then said: "Your Highness Ninth Prince should come back with us. We were ordered by the elder of the clan. Even if His Highness Ninth Prince has resentment in his heart, he should go back."
"Oh, so what if you don't want to?" Wang Zijia said as he deliberately brushed the white hair on his forehead. Now his entire bangs area was all silver.
"Even if the old clan comes, I still won't go back, and I'm not afraid to tell you. I don't even know how many days I have left to live."
"Or do you really think that I am some kind of genius? I have been hiding for more than twenty years without showing my true identity, and only then broke out after I ran away. I have cultivated this god-king status step by step?"
"Is there something wrong with my brain or am I still awake?"
The two of them had actually seen Wang Zijia's white hair for a long time, but when they heard Wang Zijia's words, their colors changed.
"Your Majesty Ninth Prince means that His Highness's real life is short?" the old man said solemnly.
"Huh? I don't have long to live, but you really praise me. Let alone three to five years, I don't know which one will come first, tomorrow or the death anniversary." Wang Zijia replied like this.
"You..." Li Shenghui was speechless for a while after hearing this, and his face gradually became complicated.
After all, he thought that Wang Zijia's actions in the past few months were just that he was unwilling to lose, was still making trouble, and found another way.
He is a standard old cunt!
Who wants it? Does the other person really want to become a saint? !
"Why, fifth brother, shouldn't you be happy?" Wang Zijia used Li Shenghui's previous attitude and mocked.
This time Li Shenghui remained silent.
The old man said at this time: "Under such circumstances, it is even more time for Your Highness to come back with us. There are always ways to extend life in the clan."
"Oh, as long as I don't want to be a useless person, even the Earth Immortal can't help me. Or is it that the clan has changed its temper and is willing to pay a huge price to extend the life of a useless person?" Wang Zijia said sarcastically.
Hearing this, the old man also frowned and did not reply.
The royal family is the least affectionate and most realistic place.
There are some things that you know the answer to without even thinking about it. Isn't it the best performance for them to come out to take the young dragon back to Beijing?
If it were a useless dragon, who would care?
"If there is nothing else, I will continue to work on my business. Please go back, both of you. If the clan really needs free time, instead of focusing on me as a cripple, it is better to pay more attention to the chief security officer and send more gods to support him. ”
After Wang Zijia finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to the old man and his entourage, but looked at Li Shengshi, who noticed the movement, flew up and stopped next to Wang Zijia.
He originally organized and managed the city below to maintain order. During this period, Wang Zijia was deliberately cultivating his management skills, so he has been participating in disaster relief management.
At this moment, the other party had obviously heard all Wang Zijia's words, and was looking at Wang Zijia with concern and worry.
"Is the next step done?" Wang Zijia said expressionlessly.
"Brother Ninth, it's done!" Li Shengshi finally came back to his senses and replied.
"Do you want to go back to Beijing? If you do, go with them!" Wang Zijia said calmly.
"No!" Before Li Shengshi could speak, the voice of Little Turtle came from his pocket.
Li Shengshi patted his pocket, giving a reassuring look, and said: "Little Seventeen should follow Brother Nine to help with disaster relief. What are you going back to Beijing for? Are you going to be a parasite?"
"Then let's go!"
After that, he ignored Li Shenghui and his party and took Li Shengshi and others away.
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"I once dreamed of traveling the world with a sword"
"Take a look at the prosperity of the world"
"Young hearts are always a little frivolous"
"Now you are at home everywhere"
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As Wang Zijia left, Wang Zijia's ballad with a bit of chic, a bit of freedom, and a rather strange tune came from the horizon.
It lingered for a long time, and it lasted for a long time.
It made people silent for a while.
Watching Wang Zijia disappear, Li Shenghui stood in the sky for a long time, and then said after a while: "Uncle Chen, what do you think the ninth brother is doing this for?"
The old man was also silent for a while, and then said: "The great scholar is seeking!"
"Seeking fame? Fame after death? Is the ninth brother really... hopeless?" Li Shenghui said in surprise.
The old man shook his head and said: "I don't know either. With the current cultivation level of the ninth prince, even if I try my best, I may not be able to see the details clearly, let alone not to alarm him."
Li Shenghui was silent again for a moment, then turned and flew towards the building ship, saying: "In this case, let's go back to Beijing to report! Don't worry about the resurgence, it's always good news!"
The old man heard it, without saying much, just looked at Wang Zijia who disappeared in the sky, and then looked at the lively city below.
Silently, silently followed.
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On the other side, Wang Zijia and his men had already left the city.
"Brother Jiu, how can it be cured?" After leaving the city, Li Shengshi beside him said with a worried face.
Wang Zijia looked at him and smiled slightly, sunny and bright, without replying.
Li Shengshi suddenly burst into tears, without any sound, but tears flowed like a kite with a broken string.
The little tortoise seemed to know something, and silently crawled out of Li Shengshi's pocket, crawled back into Wang Zijia's pocket, and curled up in Wang Zijia's arms, like a wounded little animal that was about to be abandoned again.
"I haven't eaten barbecue for a long time, let's barbecue!" In silence, Wang Zijia suddenly floated to a stream in the forest and said with a bright smile on his face.
The sun shone on his face with a faint glow.
Clear, clean, sunny, free and easy, it is so reassuring and unforgettable. It is that striking white hair that makes people anxious.
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ps: The exams should be over today, congratulations to everyone on your bright future and may all your dreams come true!