Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 356

"Where's 梼杌?"

Chaos asked again, this was probably the question he wanted to ask the most, since Wuwu was taken away by the major clans seven years ago, he has not heard from him for seven years.

Perhaps to others, Wuwu is just an ancient man, a member of an ancient tribe that shouldn't exist in the world, but to Chaos, Wuwu is his only family member in this world.

"Li clan, the clan land." Wu Zhaoshen, head of the Wu clan, said in a deep voice:

"Suirenshi's sky fire is also controlled by him."

"Then why didn't he?" Chaos said hastily, and he fell silent while talking, because Wuwu probably couldn't fully control Suirenshi's power, and he must be restricted, otherwise he would have escaped from the predicament long ago.

"Everything will be settled eventually!" Wu Zhaoshen's eyes flickered, and he laughed lightly.

"The clan and Zhao Wujiang, I didn't expect you to choose Zhao Wujiang." Hearing Wu Zhaoshen's word "liquidation", Chaos was instantly pulled back to the Cangwu Tiankeng seven years ago.

"The clan is old and rotten. When the cool wind blows, even my old bones can smell rotten." Wu Zhaoshen sighed:

"The people who live by clan all put their clan first, but some things have broken this eternal rule.
Become a god, become a fairy, live forever?

For this reason, they are willing to sacrifice their people. I talked to Zhao Wujiang before, and he told me that longevity is the beginning of evil. At that time, I didn’t really understand until their experiment.
Besides, Yin'er's mother is now enthroned as the emperor, and Yin'er's father is such an astonishingly talented person like Zhao Wujiang, my Wu clan, a clan with the pride of Yin and Yang, why should I associate with those rotten people?

They will eventually usher in liquidation, and a new chapter will open. Whether it is a family of aristocratic family, or a clan grouped in groups, such forces will be completely eliminated in the years, and they may change their appearance, but they will never follow. The old system survives.

I'm just the one who takes the lead and seeks a change."

Chaos couldn't help but smile, tsk tsk and said:
"I'm curious, how did Zhao Wujiang persuade you, that you changed so much. He always has new ideas, different from mine, from the past, and different from you, belonging to the present."

"Maybe I changed it myself." Wu Zhaoshen smiled more and more warmly.

"I don't believe it." Chaos eyes light up slightly:
"I heard these strange words the most beside him. No one else would say such things except him."

"Ha ha."

Twelfth lunar month 21, Chang'an.

It is suitable for offering sacrifices, meeting relatives and friends, traveling, and opening markets.

The winter snow is falling, and the city of Chang'an is wrapped in silver.

Following Feixue's gaze, he fell into Chang'an, and Chang'an [-] squares faced him, staggered horizontally and vertically, with its own Taoism.

At noon, the warm sun is in the sky.

On Suzaku Avenue, a small bench was slowly put on, like a sunspot falling on Nuoda's Chang'an chessboard.

Although not in Tianyuan, he is in charge of the overall situation.

A young man in black clothes hugged a small red clay stove, stepped on the snow quietly, and sat down on a small bench.

With a dull bang, the small red clay stove was put down, and two bottles of green ant wine were warmed on the fire.

Outside Chang'an City, 14 people came in the snowstorm.

They didn't show their vitality, but they stirred up the howling wind and snow invisibly with every step they took.

"The closer you are to Chang'an, the bigger the wind and snow will be." The old man of the Qin family stared at the giant beast in Chang'an City with a smile, and said with a smile:

"For many years, I have never been to Chang'an."

"It seems that the power of the Suzaku is showing signs of dissipating." Wu Zhaoshen wrapped his arms around his sleeves. He was the youngest and shortest in the crowd. At this moment, his face was covered with snow and his brows were covered with snow.

"A few years ago, Li Xuanji didn't step into the first rank, and he died between heaven and earth. Only Zhao Wujiang, the spirit of the Suzaku in Chang'an City, can be blessed. It's a pity that Zhao Wujiang also died a few days ago. This Suzaku spirit is already a dead thing without intelligence."

The old man of the Zhu family smiled and said, he is the oldest, his teeth are leaking, and he took a breath of cold air, which aroused his youthful memories:
"Without the protection of Suzaku's power, Chang'an would no longer be an important place in the capital. Suzaku should have died long ago."

A dozen or so people got closer and closer, and their aura gradually leaked out. Fourteen strong men of the ninth rank are enough to sweep everything in the world.

They didn't fly away, they just marched towards Chang'an City against the wind and snow, against the warm sun, like ordinary old men, walking casually.

If Zhao Wujiang was in Chang'an, they would not dare to do this, because Zhao Wujiang's power plus the power of Suzaku would make him invincible in Chang'an City.

Now, as they felt Zhao Wujiang's death and his path disappeared, they had the confidence to dominate the world.

Walking through the city gate, the sound of the wind and snow was covered by the noisy voices, the crowds of carriages were bustling, and the streets and alleys had been hung with lanterns and festoons.

On the 21st of the twelfth lunar month, the end of the new year has come, and the people who are busy preparing for the new year come and go, and the small vendors also take advantage of this to earn the last sum of the year.

"Chang'an, it's really prosperous." The old man of the Qin family watched with fiery eyes.

"I can already feel Suzaku's strength, it seems to be trembling."

"If He was a complete spirit from ancient times, the old man and others still feared Him a little bit, but He was just a spirit born with people, the smoke and fire in the world corroded His power, and now there is no one to bless him, let alone worry about it. "The elders of the Zhu clan walked towards Zhuque Street.

"We don't need to call all of them. If we just walk out with seven or eight, it will be enough to wipe him out." The old man of the Qin family shook his head and said with a smile. Chang'an City is full of prosperity, which is what he has always wanted to have in his own city.

"Brother Zhao was worried that Chang'an would hide other powerful people, just in case, so he specifically ordered it. I have to say that he is really cautious."

The strong man of the Li family smiled warmly. After all, the surname of Tang was Li, and there were many Li family's eyeliners in Chang'an Imperial City. If there was a strong man hiding, he would have known the news long ago.

Chang'an is no longer the Chang'an of the past. There are only two kinds of news in Chang'an. One is the news that Zhao Wujiang wants to release, and the other is the news that Zhao Wujiang does not want to release. , only in this way can he feel at ease.

Although he has cooperated with Zhao Wujiang, the news of Zhao Wujiang's death and Taoism is also true in his opinion. He doesn't understand how Zhao Wujiang deceived other big clans.

"Be careful sailing for thousands of years." He said lightly, and at this moment, there was a ray of sunlight passing by in the vast sky.

"It's agreed, the Li family will regain the throne first." The Li family's strong eyes swept over everyone.

The old man of the Qin family waved his hand, and the next moment, the wind and snow around him suddenly stopped, but it didn't stop, it just stopped. Countless snowflakes stayed in midair, everything around stopped, even the howling wind moved don't move anymore.

He was taken aback for a moment, thinking to himself what is going on with such great power?Did it come out by yourself?It shouldn't be.

The other old men also became vigilant for a moment.

"At first, I didn't want to fight for the throne of your Li family. When the world is in peace and prosperity, what should I have, or what should be my surname."

A lazy and casual voice sounded, it seemed to be blown by the wind and snow, and it seemed to fall from the sky, suddenly approaching and suddenly far away.

Everyone looked around in a daze, when they turned around, behind them, they saw Zhao Wujiang sitting on a small wooden bench, with a red clay stove and green ant wine, taking a few sips of hot steam.

(End of this chapter)