The western border, Wudao Mountain.

This place is not Lingshan, it is desolate, and it is rarely populated. It is only because the Dao king preached the Dao here, so it is famous all over the world.

On weekdays, only a few monks traveled the world in asceticism, and came here to pay tribute to their ancestors.

However, in recent days, Wudao Mountain has been very lively, and monks from all sides flocked to it, one after another.

All powerful forces know that on the ninth day of September, there will be a world-renowned war.

Two leaders of the new era will fight for the hegemony here, and they will discuss the destiny of life and death. One of them is the strongest descendant of Longhu Mountain, Wang Tong.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

Wang Tong has been famous since his debut.

Everyone in the world said that he was the reincarnation of the Dao King, the most talented person in Longhu Mountain for three thousand years.

Only this person can inherit the luck of Longhu Mountain, continue the incense, and set the throne of the first place in the Ding Ding Daomen.

In the face of such a battle, who wants to miss it.

Taking advantage of this shareholder wind, some people with a keen sense of smell have seen unprecedented business opportunities, and within a few days, they have established a business, restaurant, restaurant, exchange... and even a place in the wind and moon at the foot of Wudao Mountain.

In the blink of an eye, Wudao Mountain was bustling like never before, like a bustling town.

"It's really a big deal. I heard that not long ago, the place was so deserted that the birds didn't poop, and the chickens didn't lay eggs."

The square market at the foot of the mountain is like a peach blossom garden hidden in the mountains. It is unique and very lively.

In such a situation, Ping An Town looks shabby in comparison.

Wang Xiaoyi looked at the [Drunken Flowers Square] not far away, the girl in front of the door was dancing with fragrant sleeves, and half of the street was filled with the scent of rouge and gouache, which mobilized all five senses.

"Good guy, they are all girls with real cultivation." Wang Xiaoyi's eyes glowed green, like a weasel entering a big chicken coop.

"Whose business is so expensive?"

The most famous [Tianxianglou] in the capital does not have such a big arm, and the girls who are recruiting guests are actually cultivated in the real world.

You must know that when you reach such a realm, not to mention the dominant party, you will definitely be able to gain a foothold in this world. How can you still commit yourself to such a land of wind and moon, and let those benefactors play with their bodies and explore the mysteries of life.

"Is it objective? I can count your length."

"Come to the slave's house, how about exploring the depths?"

"Xianggong, the sewer is blocked, come here to help them get through it!"

The whispering soft voice penetrated into Wang Xiaoyi's ear like a hook, causing him to walk over involuntarily.

"It's good to be alive." Wang Xiaoyi grinned.

"Where to go."

Zhou Dao grabbed him.

"I'm just asking, who's business is so rude and inhuman." Wang Xiaoyi said sternly.

"You don't need to inquire, Lao Jiu's business." Zhou Dao glanced at the emblem of the Zuihuafang business and said sternly.

"Ninth Prince!?"

"That's the business of the Kyushu business." Zhou Dao whispered softly.

The ninth prince caused a lot of controversy because he entered the Taizu Lingta and got nothing because of the ceremony.

He left the capital when he was young and wandered around. Instead, he established a business outside. The business became bigger and bigger, and the goods spread all over the world, almost reaching the point of a wealthy empire.

However, the Ninth Prince hides deeply. He secretly supported many firms, helping them become bigger and stronger, and then transferred the business of the Kyushu firms to the names of the major firms through layers.

On the bright side, the business scale of the Kyushu firm is not large, but in fact it is already the number one firm in the world.

As for him, he is firmly behind the scenes and truly controls everything.

"His Royal Highness is really capable, and money can be used to the gods." Wang Xiaoyi couldn't help sighing.

"Old Jiu is introverted and has been in the rivers and lakes since he was a child. I think that among the princes of His Majesty, he is the most forbearing and the most powerful." Zhou Dao said condensedly.

"You see so thoroughly?" Wang Xiaoyi said in surprise.

He has also been in contact with the ninth prince, who seems to be unruly and indifferent to the world.

The former is also quite close to Zhou Dao, and they are good friends with each other.

Wang Xiaoyi didn't expect Zhou Dao to comment so much on this Highness.

"Business is treacherous, if there is no extraordinary city, how can you earn such a large family business?" Zhou Dao Dandan said.

"Otherwise, why do you think this prince who is not welcome on weekdays will be recalled to the capital, or even..."

Speaking of this, Zhou Dao spoke for a while.

"what?"

"Even being raised in the capital." Zhou Dao sorted out his words.

"Emperor Qin!?" Wang Xiaoyi's heart skipped a beat.

Emperor Qin seems to be aloof, but his control over the world surpasses that of previous emperors.

Zhou Dao even suspected that in addition to Yu Yaosi, he also maintained a huge secret agency to monitor the world.

Today's Ninth Prince seems to be inconspicuous, but he is rich and rivals the country, and the hidden energy should not be underestimated.

Otherwise, when he found nothing in the Great Ancestor Spirit Pagoda, and he wandered outside for so many years, no one even remembered, how could he suddenly be recalled to the capital, and even now he could not leave the capital for half a step?

It seems to be the family love and reluctance of the father and son of the heavenly family, but how can the mediation inside be something outsiders can speculate?

"Lao Jiu is really suffering." Wang Xiaoyi couldn't help but say.

Since I was a child, my grandmother didn't care, and my uncle didn't love me. I finally managed to create a situation. After earning such a family business, I was even suspected of being trapped in the capital and not allowed to be free.

"I don't think so." Zhou Dao shook his head.

The ninth prince has no competition with the world, but this time he returned to Beijing to make friends with many children of the princely clan, and most of them are talented, and in the future, he will probably be able to hold power in his own clan.

"He has been away from Beijing for more than ten years and has no foundation in the capital. This time, he just took the opportunity to win people's hearts."

"Advance by retreating!?" Wang Xiaoyi's heart moved slightly: "Could it be that Lao Jiu is also interested in that seat?"

"I don't know." Zhou Dao shook his head.

"Maybe it's just for the convenience of doing business in the future, expanding contacts, or..."

At this point, the words stopped abruptly.

The most difficult thing in this world to speculate is the human heart. Lao Jiu seems to be dissolute and bold, but he is actually introverted and deep. He is already the king of business, and in terms of means, those brothers are not his only one.

At this point, there may not be any further thoughts.

"If you don't have eight hundred hearts and minds, who can be born in an emperor's family." Wang Xiaoyi had to sigh.

People in the world say that the emperor is good, but they don't know the danger and suffering in it.

Not to mention that there are so many brothers of Emperor Qin, there are a few who are still alive to this day.

At the moment, Emperor Qin is at the height of the sky, and there will not be any disputes, but he has nine sons under his knees.

"It has nothing to do with us anyway."

Zhou Dao took Wang Xiaoyi, bypassed the Zuihuafang, and sat down at the Jian Teahouse.

At the foot of Wudao Mountain, leaning against the window, you can smell the fragrant flowers of the peach blossom forest not far away.

Open a tea house here, but it is a different taste.

"I didn't know until I left the capital that there are so many monks in the world." Wang Xiaoyi glanced at it and couldn't help sighing.

The teahouse is not big, but there are thirty or fifty people sitting, from different sects.

Among them, there are even disciples of the Sixth Daomen.

In the capital, such a scene can not be seen.

After all, it is at the feet of the real dragon, and there is also the supervision of the Yu Yaosi. All the sects in the world have a tacit understanding, and they rarely set foot in the capital.

Even, even in the cities of various regions, it is rare to see so many sect monks.

"Brother Dao, look, that's a disciple of Longhu Mountain."

At this moment, Wang Xiaoyi winked.

Zhou Dao looked up and saw two figures walking up the stairs.

A young man supported the old man, wearing a Taoist robe with the mark of Longhu Mountain embroidered on the corner of his clothes.

Longhu Mountain is the number one sect in the world. Although it was killed by the imperial court, the disciples of the sect have not been cut off, and there are many people in the sect.

The thin dead camel was bigger than a horse, and was still very prestigious in front of the world's sects.

Sure enough, as soon as the old man and the young man came up, many people cast their eyes in awe, got up subconsciously, and gave up a table.

"Master, slow down and do this way."

The young man supported the old man and sat down with respect and filial piety.

On the other hand, the old man had a bloodless face, as if he was seriously injured, and looked at the young man with cold eyes.

"Get out of here." The old man whispered angrily.

"One day as a teacher, life as a father, master, I will never abandon you." Shen Congzhi said with heart and lungs.

"Longhushan's disciples really have a set, this disciple is really filial." Seeing this, Wang Xiaoyi couldn't help saying.

At first glance, the old man was seriously injured, but as an apprentice, he still waited on the front and back of the horse, working hard without complaining. This kind of care was quite rare.

"Master, drink tea."

Shen Congzhi poured a glass of water, first tasted it by himself, and tried the water temperature.

"Little Er, what's going on?" Shen Congzhi put down the water glass and slapped the table, frowning.

"Guest officer, what's wrong?" The guy came over.

"The tea is so warm, how do you drink it?"

"En!?" The guy was stunned.

"Change a glass of boiling water, the hotter the better."

As he spoke, Shen Congzhi looked at the old man, grinned and smiled.

The guy looked weird, but he did it anyway, not much, and came with a boiled pot of tea.

Shen Congzhi took it, poured a cup, steaming hot, and respectfully handed it to the old man.

"Master, drink tea."

The old man pursed his lips and glared angrily, but said nothing.

"Master, you have truly failed your disciple's filial piety."

Shen Congzhi looked embarrassed, but he poured the tea in the cup onto the old man's face.

The latter groaned, and the anger in his eyes was about to erupt.

At this moment, the teahouse fell into silence, and everyone looked at each other in dismay, even Zhou Dao couldn't help but look at the pair of master and apprentice.

"Master, why are you so careless?" Shen Congzhi got up anxiously: "I'll wipe it for you."

While speaking, he raised his hand and slapped the old man's face.

The latter let out a low roar, flew out directly, landed heavily on the ground, and spat out a mouthful of old blood.

"Master, you are injured." Shen Congzhi said with concern.

The atmosphere in the teahouse became inexplicably weird.

Someone was startled, but stood up quietly, walked towards the stairs, and was about to leave.

"Don't go."

Shen Congzhi suddenly looked at the man, his eyes fierce.

"Whoever wants to leave is disrespectful to my master."

The man heard the words, his eyes twitched, and he sat back again.

Seeing this, Shen Congzhi showed a satisfied smile and walked towards the old man.

"Master, come, I'll take medicine for you."

Hearing the words, the old man suddenly showed a look of shock and anger.

"Beast, you can kill me if you have the ability."

"Master, what are you talking about? You let our fellow apprentice brothers fight with Yu Yaosi's people, but you want to get the chance to win the Dao King. I haven't repaid this great favor."

Shen Congzhi looked at his beloved master with a smile.

It's ridiculous that this old immortal didn't know that long before they met the master of Yu Yaosi, the chance of the Dao King had already fallen into his own hands.

He watched his brothers and sisters fight with Yu Yaosi's life and death, and watched his beloved master step into the forbidden circle.

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In the end, he became the only existence in the audience who could control all life and death.

"Master, come and taste the golden pills I made. This is the method left by the Taoist king."

As he spoke, Shen Congzhi took out a handful of golden elixir from the bag at his waist, which was bright and round, exuding a seductive fragrance and conveying the fluctuation of spiritual power.

"This is…"

When Shen Congzhi took out the golden elixir, everyone's eyes lit up, and they only felt extremely hot in their bodies, giving birth to infinite longing.

"That's..." Zhou Dao frowned slightly when he saw this.

"Master, this is a good thing. The mysterious method secretly passed down by the Dao King is a chance for future generations." Shen Congzhi randomly picked out one of the golden pills in his hand.

"This should be Junior Junior Sister..." Shen Congzhi brought Jin Dan to the mouth of the old man.

The latter tilted his head with fear in his eyes.

"Isn't my daughter trying it? Come..." Shen Congzhi changed another one.

"This is the senior brother... Hehe, it's ridiculous that he still counted on me to save him before he died, but he didn't know that he was a good material for alchemy."

Shen Congzhi grinned and asked the old man to swallow the golden pill.

The old man clenched his teeth and oozes blood.

"Master is merciful, then try Yu Yaosi's. Those lackeys should all taste the same."

As he spoke, Shen Congzhi took out a golden pill, shook it in front of the old man, but swallowed it himself.

In an instant, the strong essence melted in his body, and his breath skyrocketed.

"Hahaha."

Feeling the unprecedented improvement, Shen Congzhi burst out laughing, showing intoxication.

"As expected of the secret technique left by the Dao King." Shen Congzhi licked the corner of his mouth.

"People have their own destiny to cultivate and transform, and once they enter the belly, they alchemy elixir... They are really evil and domineering."

At this moment, a slow voice came from the corner ~lightnovelpub.net~ Everyone followed the sound, but saw Zhou Dao knocking on the table, and indifferent eyes fell directly on Shen Congzhi.

"Can't this kid understand the situation? Even a lunatic dares to provoke him?"

Someone whispered and couldn't help shaking his head, obviously seeing the end of the sky.

"Where did it come from!?"

Shen Congzhi met Zhou Dao's gaze, as if someone had discovered the secret, the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a cruel smile.

With the opportunity of the Dao King, his self-confidence is unprecedentedly strong.

"Be low-key in your next life."

Zhou Dao whispered, slowly withdrew his gaze, his fingertips flicked gently, and knocked on the table.

Shen Congzhi sneered, just as he was about to speak, he heard a loud bang, his body burst open, and scarlet flesh was spilled on the ground.