I just want to be quiet

Three days passed in a hurry.

Juhong Pavilion.

A cigarette curls in the incense burner of Jincuotong Boshan, and the whole house is full of aura, fresh and peaceful.

Pei Ling was sitting on the cloud bed, eyes slightly closed, and was concentrating on cultivating. Its whole body's mana revolves, like the ocean flowing, surging like a tide, and its momentum is rising.

Although it is said that he is currently cultivating, he has not been able to improve his cultivation, but the war is coming, but he needs to maintain his state at all times and maintain it at the peak!

Four female nuns in black robes and hoods covered their faces, standing quietly by the side.

Pei Ling suddenly opened his eyes when half of the cigarette inserted in the stove was burning.

At the same time, the ban on Juhong Pavilion was slightly touched, and then a familiar voice came from outside the pavilion: "Xiaguan Gao Huijing, the three-day deadline has come, I'm here to invite you."

"Dare to ask how the Holy Son lives? Is there any inconvenience?"

Pei Ling thought about it, and immediately noticed that Gao Huijing was leading two subordinates and was standing in front of the gate of the Juhong Pavilion to inquire.

He replied by voice transmission: "Everything is fine, I am ready."

"I wonder if the emperor of your dynasty is ready?"

Outside the gate of the Juhong Pavilion, Gao Huijing heard the words, bowed slightly, and said, "Your Majesty has arrived over the Greedy Beijing to meet you."

Pei Ling said: "Okay, I'll set off here."

Gao Huijing nodded slightly and saluted again: "Xiaguan will go to report to Your Majesty, I will court the monarchs and ministers, and wait for the Holy Son to drive."

When the words fell, Pei Ling felt the breath outside the door quickly leave.

He lifted his robes and stood up, the moment he stood up, the aura of his cultivation did not leak at all, but there was a powerful and unparalleled aura, rising into the sky, like a peerless fierce sword, smashing the sky and the ground, invincible.

The invincible road of all races, the momentum is the first!

The battle has not yet started, but his strength has increased by 10% out of thin air!

True Immortal Will said it really well!

Thinking of this, Pei Ling walked out of the main room and said, "All come to the court."

His voice was calm and not too loud, but it instantly spread throughout the Juhong Pavilion and fell into the ears of every cultivator here.

The four women in black robes were slim and graceful, but they didn't seem to be very wise, and they followed closely behind.

The main house where Pei Ling lived had an extremely wide courtyard in front of the door, with blue brick paving and beautiful ponds.

In the blink of an eye, Shi Nanzi, Liantongzi, Yu Ziji, Shu Wu, Tianshengjiao all the furnace cauldrons... immediately appeared in the originally empty courtyard, and after seeing Pei Ling, they all bowed their knees and saluted: "See you for three days, immortal. The emperor's mood seems to have changed again, which is really gratifying!"

"The number of days is reincarnated, the profit and loss of good fortune, Shengzi Pei, the fake Tao is just to greet me and others, and it consumes a lot of money. It is really a thief in this world. Why don't you take this opportunity to spread the disease and help the world's righteousness..."

"Master of the Holy Son, if you don't see him in a day, it's like every three autumns. The concubines and others yearn for the Master of the Holy Son, and are willing to do the work of dogs and horses for the master..."

Pei Ling glanced at them calmly and didn't say anything.

Immediately afterwards, Li Hange brought Li's children and Si Hongduo together, walked behind the door of the Moon Cave, and immediately saluted, "Holy Son!"

Pei Ling nodded and looked inside the Moon Cave door again. After a while, Ouyang Xianxing hurried over with the disciples of Jiansang's lineage: "Meet the Holy Son! I am late, please forgive the Holy Son!"

Although Jiansang's cultivation base is low, but the number of people is the largest. At this moment, everyone is full of energy, full of energy, and incomparably boosted morale. , looked like a rainbow.

Pei Ling nodded approvingly. The disciples took the initiative to study hard and practice hard without him needing to urge him. This is of course a good thing. In particular, the disciples of Jiansang's lineage were regarded as his direct lineage.

When his mind was turning, he raised his hand and took out the large ark, and said briefly, "Board on the boat, go to Greed Beijing!"

Everyone was refreshed and responded in unison: "Yes!"

※※※

Greedy Beijing.

This is the most magnificent and huge city above the vast territory of the Liuqing Dynasty, and it is also the most prosperous place in the entire Dynasty.

Right now, with the city wall as the boundary, within a hundred miles, the formation is running, and all mortal creatures and low-level monks are prohibited from entering, and the entrance and exit are all by teleportation formations a hundred miles away, so as to avoid accidental injury.

In the city, the streets and alleys are full of traffic, and all the teahouses, restaurants, inns...all have a water mirror.

In the mirror at this moment, there is a blue sky and white clouds, far and wide.

In front of the water mirror, mortals, scattered cultivators, and aliens flocked, trying to find the most convenient viewing position.

"The rumor is actually true! The Holy Son of the Demon Sect really came to challenge His Majesty the Dynasty?"

"The news was released by Chanlou, how can it be fake?"

"That's right, I just didn't expect that Holy Son to be so bold..."

"Hehe, that Holy Son doesn't even spare the wife of the sect master of his own sect, not to mention other sects..."

"Speaking of the wife of the sect master of the Demon Sect, there are jade slips with pictures from the Heavenly Sect here in Xiaodao. As long as the 80th grade spirit stone can be re-engraved..."

"Take a photo? The 80th grade Lingshi is definitely a fake one of the things born to teach you! How dare you openly sell fakes in the dynasty, don't run!"

The sky turned white, and the entire greedy capital was already lively.

Countless creatures prepared melons, fruits and tea, waiting for the grand occasion.

And over the Great Wall of Greed Beijing, a cloud of white clouds floated above the sky.

The clouds are like a piece of land, and there is a majestic city tower around the flower forest and pond, standing quietly.

At this moment, the canopy on the tower is high, and the bead curtains are numerous.

On the most central throne, a majestic figure was already sitting upright, with twelve crowns hanging down, unable to see the emperor's expression, but felt that his breath was as vast as the sea, but it was exceptionally calm.

On the side of the throne, there are four special seats, each with four monks whose attire is incompatible with the dynasty.

The first is an old man in a blue shirt, his face is old and clear, his eyes are clear, as clear as a baby, holding a whisk, his temperament is peaceful, and he has the meaning of being out of the dust; the second is a beauty in 128 years old, palace Dressed in flower hairpins, with red face and jade color, purple lips and shell teeth, it can be called a dignified manner, with a luan bird perched on its shoulders, elegant and graceful; again, it is a man with bamboo-crowned manshoes and distributing clothes, with a sword box on his back. Sword intent lingers; in the end, it is a veteran with complete armor, whose armor has long been scarred, and the meaning of iron and blood is coming.

It was the envoys from Jiuyi Mountain, Su Zhentian, Hanan Sword Sect and Yanxi City who came to watch the ceremony.

Behind these four people, there are dozens of young disciples standing respectfully, watching their cultivation level, all of them are the juniors of the same sect.

These disciples were neatly dressed and behaved politely, and at a glance, they could tell the cultivation of the great religion. However, most of them seemed to be unstable in their cultivation, as if they were injured and had not yet healed.

Under the four envoys, many seats were set up according to the rank of the officials of the dynasty, and the seats are now full.

In front of each seat, Lingguo Lingcha was placed, luxurious and elegant, as if a feast was about to begin.

Remember to vote after reading!

The second and third shifts must be after 24 o'clock, so let's go to bed first. Feel sorry.