I am the Lord of the Underworld

Chapter 127 Jian Shang's ambition, a sixty years
"This king is going to go in person!"

It has been 300 years since Xiong Ba came to the throne, and he is the longest reigning king.

After going through the Southern and Northern Wars, through ups and downs.

The king with the highest military exploits is very important both in the hearts of the common people and in the hearts of opponents.

"My lord, you are too risky, just in case you fall into a trap!" Yuan Chi was the first to object.

"You can't take risks. If I don't go there in person, I'm afraid I won't be able to negotiate good terms."

There is another important reason why it is so urgent, that is, Xiong Ba is almost dying.

He was dozens of years younger than Zhang Wulang. If Zhang Wulang died, he would be about the same age.

Take a little risk before dying, and do something for the descendants of Fuze. For Xiong Ba, this little risk is nothing.

And Xiong Ba knew he had to go.

The opponent has already set his sights on him, and now he is going to be courteous before fighting. If he is not on the way, the next step may be to crusade.

At that time, the situation will be even more dangerous. Once the Dayi merchants also attack Chu, and the surrounding countries are eyeing it, the Xiong clan can only flee.

In terms of emotion and reason, Xiong Ba must establish a good relationship with the Dayi merchants, otherwise what awaits them is death.

……

In the next few days, everyone in Chu State prepared for several days and specifically asked about the relevant etiquette.

For example, how many people to bring, and what gifts, in addition to the king himself, there are also heirs, princesses, etc., and the Dayi Chamber of Commerce will reward you at that time.

These are established rules, and it is impossible for a widow to go alone.

Yuan Chi asked Zhang Mei, the plum blossom fairy, to make a fortune.

"How is the hexagram?"

"Fortune and misfortune depend on people, both good and bad." Zhang Mei gave this answer.

Zhang Mei's plum blossom fortune-telling method is very magical. As the number one witch in Chu State, she has very heavy decision-making power over many major issues.

"Okay, I will tell the king about the hexagram." Yuan Chi left after hearing this.

Zhang Mei sighed deeply.

It's not because of anything, but mainly because of her own personal affairs. Since she died once, her life span is still relatively sufficient, about 100 years or so.

What really disturbed her was that there was no way to pass on the inheritance.

Until now, no one has been able to comprehend the quincunx algorithm.

Yuan Chi couldn't, neither could Mudan, and other descendants, no matter whether it was the Xiong family or the Zhang family, none of them could comprehend this technique.

This made Zhang Mei worry that the inheritance would be cut off soon.

A few days later, the clouds in the sky broke, and a bronze black bird with a wingspan of thousands of feet came through the clouds.

The eyes are inlaid with rubies the size of a millstone, and there are bronze palaces on the back, as well as ghost warriors of Dayi merchants.Half of the ghost warrior's face is a living person, and the other side is an indigo ghost face.

On the mysterious bird chariot, there is also a strange-looking bird head.

The chariot floated hundreds of feet into the sky, and the bird-headed man flew down.

"Where is the king?"

Xiong Ba led his family and subordinates into the chariot.

The Xuanniao flapped its wings, and a strong wind blew up, leading everyone to Chongguo in the northwest.

The matter spread to the surrounding countries in an instant, and the monarchs of all countries speculated about the transaction between Chu and Dayi merchants.

If a strategic alliance is really reached, wouldn't there be another nail in the south of the Shang Dynasty in the future?
Some people wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to attack Chu State, but after thinking about it, they decided to forget it.

The chariots of the Shang Dynasty are all here. It doesn't take long for them to come from afar, and maybe they can bring reinforcements from Chongguo. It is too risky to do it now, unless someone else does it.

So, they encouraged certain tribes to come and harass them, but unfortunately others were not fools.

Chongguo court.

King Chongguo is tall and tall in tiger-striped armor, with a silver crown on his head. The crown is so large that it covers most of his facial features.

Beside him lay a liger stepping on colorful haze.

This is Chonghou, Chongguo is the country of Marquis, the head of the local pastor, who has participated in the conquest of neighboring countries.

"Your Majesty will meet with the leader of the Chu Kingdom?" Chonghou asked his subordinates.

"Yes, in the Yincheng area."

"Then let him go, don't pay attention to it, since you don't inform me, I don't have to take the initiative to go."

After all, the prince is the prince, and he is considered an important minister of the court. Too much communication with the prince is not a good thing, and it gives the king a feeling that he can't wait to stand in line.

An important minister of his level no longer needs to stand in line to maintain his glory and wealth.

On the contrary, the princes want to increase their bargaining chips by gaining their own support.

Yincheng.

Zishou was dressed in fine clothes, and there were two people standing beside him, one with white hair and Tsing Yi, the other with Tsing Yi and white hair.

"Difeng and Dishui, you two will maintain order for a while, if you feel disobedient, you will be killed immediately."

"Yes!"

The two mortals spoke in unison.

These are the spirits of heaven and earth, summoned by Zishou from the void, and they obey their orders.

The lowest level of cultivation for everyone is wandering.

Above Qi Refining is Fanxia, ​​above Shanxia is Aoyou, and above Aoyou is Human Immortal.

Most of the emperors in the world are almost in the realm of human immortality, and if they go higher, they can only reach the realm of mythical characters.

Zishou has practiced for thousands of years, but he is only a human immortal.

The palace maids, attendants, flying birdmen, and escaping stone men all got busy, setting up the banquet venue, and dozens of slaves were escorted out and subjected to various punishments.

In the open space outside the house, the five-color earth altar is nine feet high, white flags are flying in the wind, wormwood is burned to form wolf smoke, and a bird-headed wizard with a red mask is singing a song in a low voice.

The ghosts and gods of the underworld ride down to the earth in a green whirlwind to enjoy the sacrifices.

In the middle of the ceremony, the wizard stopped the spell and went to see Zishou.

"My son, there is another important sacrifice to worship God."

"No hurry, wait a while."

Soon, the big bird flew over and landed on the open space outside the city.

Zishou raised his head to signal.

Di Feng and Di Shui flew out to meet them and diverted the crowd.

The courtiers have their place, and the monarch has his place.

Only Xiong Ba is qualified to come to this place.

Among them, Xiong Ban, who is the eldest son, is the focus of attention.

"Senior Chu, please come this way." The bird-head wizard pointed in another direction.

Yuan Chi suddenly thought of something and shouted: "My son!"

"You are here!" Baifa Dishui's eyes were fixed, and a boundless chill came over him. Yuan Chi suddenly felt a sense of coercion, and he was so suppressed that he could not speak.

On the other side, Xiong Ba has been led into the main hall to meet with Zishou.

On the way, he saw at least 25 punishments.

In Nuo Damu Hall, with soft moss and flower petals under his feet, a young man was sitting in front of him, and there was an empty table in front of Xiong Ba.

There are fruits, vegetables and various meats on the table, some of which are the flesh and blood of the sacrifices.

"Meet the prince!" Xiong Ba clasped his fists and said.

"Please sit down, don't be polite." Zishou pointed to the desk opposite.

"This is Chaoge Yulu, the dew of the nine-day cloud jing, Chu Jun can taste it." Zishou held up the wine bottle, and the liquid in the wine bottle burst into light.

Xiong Ba took a sip after hearing the words, and felt that his true energy had increased a lot.

"Sure enough, it's a fetish." Xiong Ba praised.

"Haha, it's just a small path. These are things outside the body, whether it's magical skills, holy things, or even the best blood in the world, they are all illusory. Only a body of cultivation is the foundation of oneself."

A mortal with the most common bloodline, if he cultivated to the level of human immortality, he can completely outshine those noble bloodlines who do not have the realm of human immortality.

Zishou realized this very early on, so unlike other nobles, he does not value bloodlines, but only abilities and future potential, so he is always surrounded by a group of subordinates with high abilities but average status.

Others often say that the prince likes to appoint "little people" (people of low status) because of this.

If Xiong Ba is willing to submit, no matter if it is sincerely or sincerely, as long as it adds to his glory, Zi Shou can give him a lot of convenience.

Xiong Ba ate a lot, but it may be because he doesn't like human flesh. He has never touched these meats. While talking to Zishou, he ignored human flesh.

During this period, Xiong Ba talked about titles and awards many times.

Zishou didn't seem to hear, just chatting about homework.

Just when Xiong Ba couldn't help but want to show his cards, Zi Shou put down his wine glass and sighed:
"It's not that this son turned his back on what he said, you are not convinced by the king, now you have the opportunity to civilize, but you are willing to degenerate, how can the heaven trust you?"

"What does the son mean?" Xiong Ba's heart trembled, it seemed that he must eat human flesh today.

"The important thing in the country is to worship the Rong. The Rong was born by the king, and the sacrifice was also decided by the king. You use the barbarian method to be the barbarian. How can the big business accept the barbarian?" Zi Shou asked rhetorically.

"Okay, what the prince said is true." Xiong Ba looked at the human flesh in front of him, picked up the chopsticks, and was about to pick up a piece.

"Wait." Zi Shou hurriedly stopped him, he clapped his hands, and Di Feng brought in a wooden box, which exuded a strange fragrance.

Xiong Ba heard this fragrance, and instantly remembered the elixir from Qunyu Mountain, no, this thing is stronger than the elixir.

Difeng opened the box, Xiong Ba looked down and saw that it was a plate of meat.

Xiong Ba's face turned red, and his eyes were frighteningly dim.

"Mr. Chu, this is a sacrificial offering to God, and it is also a divine object. Try it."

Difeng stood beside Xiong Ba.

Xiong Ba forced a smile on his face, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, my lord."

After all, he also ate sacrifices.

In an instant, a stream of pure energy flowed through all limbs and bones, and the blood in the body was greatly purified.

"You're welcome, thank you. It should be my son thanking you." Zi Shou smiled strangely, "Eat, continue to eat."

"it is good."

Xiong Ba endured his grief and swept away.

It is not a joke that human sacrifices leave a little sacrifice to eat, but it is really useful. In the words of Dayi Shang, it contains the gift of the gods.

After Xiong Ba ate the sacrifice, his cultivation base and bloodline increased a lot.

Perhaps before the end of life, he could hit a higher level of meal.

But Xiong Ba couldn't accept it in his heart.

He was suffering the most difficult time of his life.

Zishou was a little satisfied when he saw Xiong Ba gradually disc.

Finally enlightened.

It's not intentional to make things difficult for Xiong Ba, big merchants have a tradition of sharing food and submitting to the eldest son of the tribe, the first must be a loyalty test, since the other party is willing to donate his son, then it proves that he is willing to submit.

The second is to see whether it accepts the sacrificial system of Dashang.

There is no need to say more about this, if you are not willing to accept this, then there is no need to say anything.

Xiong Ba is doing well, and Zishou is very satisfied with it.

"I intend to advise my father and make you a viscount and a pastor of the south."

Shepherd, also in charge.Division, military also.

"Thank you, son."

Xiong Ba bowed deeply.

Like the Western Zhou Dynasty, he obtained the position of local leader at the cost of his own humiliation.

Get rid of the status of barbarians, officially enter the stage of history, and leave a complete genealogy of generations in history.

Whether this name is useful or not, whether it is good or bad, can only be judged by future generations.

After Xiong Ba's meeting with the prince ended, he staggered out of the hall, looking very lonely from his back.

a few days later.

Xiong Ba was formally appointed, and received two qi-refining-level combat power, which can transport ten thousand people's bronze black bird chariot, which was exactly the form in which they were transported.

"A big merchant is a country of ten thousand vehicles, and one or two cars is nothing." Zishou pretended to be generous, but he was actually showing off his strength.

Xiong Ba returned with the chariot.

On the way, people kept asking about Xiong Ban's whereabouts. Xiong Ba's face was gloomy and silent, but Yuan Chi's expression was indifferent, as if he knew it long ago.

Chu State, Danyang.

Two black bird chariots appeared above the bustling city.

Xiong Ba led his subordinates back to Danyang, and brought back the news of being appointed as the pastor in the south.

As for the viscount, the news was downplayed. The king of Chu himself is a king, so how could he be downgraded to a viscount?

Go back to the palace.

Only Yuan Chi and Xiong Ba were left.

Xiong Ba suddenly knelt down on one knee, holding the case with his left hand and clasping his throat with his right finger, with a painful expression on his face, as if he wanted to spit out something.

"My lord! My lord! My condolences!"

Yuan Chi hurried forward to comfort him.

Xiong Ba gasped heavily, his eyes were red, flame marks appeared on his body, and the temperature in the room rose by tens of degrees.

"It hurts! Ban'er! I'm sorry for my father!"

He knew that Ban'er would not be in pain before he died, but sacrificed frankly, and that's why Xiong Ba felt extremely guilty.

If he knew this, he would rather be a barbarian and hide in the south to fight the big merchants.

Unfortunately, it is too late now.

"Your Majesty, there is no chance of revenge. You have to take care of your health!"

Xiong Ba suddenly raised his head and said, "Yes, one day we will take revenge by destroying the merchants."

The great merchants conquered the world, leaving behind countless blood and deep feuds.

Dongyi, Xirong, Beidi, and even myself, the Southern Man.

There are too many, and there will be opportunities in the future.

Xiong Ba instantly ignited his fighting spirit, practiced in closed doors, and found a way to break through.

Spring goes and autumn comes, and a Jiazi passes by in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)