Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather.

Chapter 505 This is His Majesty’s order. I am not discussing it with you, I am just informing you.

Just when Yang Zhengshan had arranged accommodation for Granny Meng and Princess Mingxi, he saw a familiar figure standing outside the camp gate.

"Senior An! You're here!" Yang Zhengshan greeted him with a smile on his face.

The person who came was none other than An Yuxing.

"Here we come. This place is so hard to find. I wandered around in the mountains for two days before I found it!" An Yuxing couldn't help but complain as soon as he saw Yang Zhengshan.

"Uh, Senior, didn't you take the official road?"

"Official road? Isn't it far to take the official road?"

"..."

Yang Zhengshan was speechless.

The pipeline is far, you walked in the mountains for two days, right?
"By the way, do you have any wine?" An Yuxing asked.

"No, drinking is prohibited in the army!" Yang Zhengshan said.

"Tsk, I'm not a soldier. Arrange a few people to buy some wine for me!" An Yuxing said bluntly.

Yang Zhengshan had no choice but to ask someone to buy wine for the old man.

After finally arranging An Yuxing's affairs, the gatekeeper came running to report: "My Lord, there are two seniors outside the gate who want to see you!"

"Two more are coming!" Yang Zhengshan was stunned, but he quickly got up and walked out of the camp gate.

They were still two unfamiliar figures, but they revealed an unfathomable temperament.

The person on the left is wearing a loose Confucian robe, and the person on the right is wearing a green Taoist robe and holding a whisk in his hand.

"Junior Yang Zhengshan greets two seniors!" Yang Zhengshan was unsure of the identities of the two men and could only address them as seniors.

"I'm Zhangye, Marquis of Jing'an, and I hope you're well!" Zhangye nodded with a faint smile.

"It turns out to be Senior Zhang!" Yang Zhengshan was a little surprised.

Granny Meng is here, and Zhangye is here too. The two most powerful men in these three valleys are here at the same time. Wow, this is a big deal!
"I'm Xuanzhen!" Xuanzhen also introduced himself.

Yang Zhengshan clasped his fists and bowed, saying politely: "I have long heard of Taoist Xuan Zhen's great name. It is a great honor to meet you today!"

"Oh! Do you know me?" Xuan Zhen looked at Yang Zhengshan.

Yang Zhengshan smiled and said, "I am fortunate to have read the cultivation experience of my predecessors in the Canggong Pavilion!"

He was not lying, he really had read the cultivation experience that Xuan Zhen left in the Canggong Pavilion.

"So that's it!" Xuan Zhen showed a look of sudden realization.

Then the three of them entered the camp, and Yang Zhengshan arranged accommodation for them.

However, this is not the end. In the next two days, innate warriors came to Cuixia Valley one after another.

Yang Zhengshan greeted each unfamiliar innate warrior.

In just two days, he welcomed fourteen innate warriors.

Among them, five people came from the Three Valleys, and except Yue Gu and Xun Shanshui, all the others came.

The remaining nine came from many martial arts sects.

On the morning of the third day, Yang Zhengshan received another unexpected person.

"Why are you here?" Yang Zhengshan asked Ji Zhen, who suddenly appeared, with some confusion.

Ji Zhen has always been calm and steady in his actions. With his temperament, he should not get involved in complicated matters like the Xingyuan Fruit Tree.

"Uh, didn't the court ask us to come here?" Ji Zhen asked in confusion.

"An order from the court?" Yang Zhengshan was even more confused.

Ji Zhen took out a letter from her arms and handed it to Yang Zhengshan, who opened it and took a look.

It really is an order from the court!

Moreover, it was written by Emperor Yanping himself.

The content is to come to Cuixia Valley to discuss the distribution of Xingyuan Fruit.

After reading the letter, Yang Zhengshan understood what was going on.

His original plan was to let the innate warriors who came over on their own initiative sit down and discuss the matter of the Star Yuan Fruit together, but Emperor Yanping obviously misunderstood and directly wrote a letter to all the innate warriors, inviting all of them to come and discuss the distribution of the Star Yuan Fruit.

No wonder Zhangye and Meng Po Po both came.

But this seems to be a good thing. What was originally a fight has now turned into a conference.

Until the fifth day, no more innate warriors arrived.

August 14th, morning.

In an open space in the center of the camp, there were rough tables and chairs.

Yang Zhengshan walked over, looked at the tables and chairs and nodded with satisfaction.

The so-called tables and chairs are actually made of trees and rocks in the valley. Some tables are just a big stone, and some chairs are just a tree stump.

There is no other way around it. There is no village or shop nearby in Cuixia Valley. If one wants to buy a few decent sets of tables and chairs, they have to buy them from the county town two hundred miles away.

It was unknown how long it would take to complete this task, so Yang Zhengshan simply asked his soldiers to use local materials to purchase the tables and chairs.

"Where is the Xingyuan Fruit?" Yang Zhengshan asked.

"It's all here!"

Luo Jinsong hurriedly walked to the box at the back and opened it. The box was filled with small white jade boxes.

Yang Zhengshan picked up one at random and opened it. In the box was a red fruit the size of a thumb.

"How many in total?" Yang Zhengshan asked.

"Three hundred and eighty-three!" Luo Jinsong said.

Yang Zhengshan stroked his beard and frowned slightly.

Damn it, he originally wanted to take advantage of the chaos to steal two Star Yuan Fruits, but now, the battle has turned into a big meeting, no one is fighting, and he has no chance to steal them.

The number of Xingyuan Fruits had already been known, and the specific number was reported when the Secret Guards reported to Emperor Yanping.

"Send someone to invite the seniors over!"

Put down the jade box, Yang Zhengshan ordered.

"Yes!" Luo Jinsong responded and immediately asked the guards to invite a group of innate warriors.

Soon, a group of innate warriors arrived one after another.

Five from the Three Valleys.

All the innate warriors from the eight first-class sects evaluated by the Martial Order are present.

There are also four innate warriors who have no sect power.

As well as the Minister of Shangwu Temple, Zhang Luan, Marquis of Jianchang.

Including Yang Zhengshan, there were eighteen innate warriors present at this time.

The gathering of so many innate warriors is a rare event in Dayong.

Looking at the group of innate warriors sitting or standing with different expressions, Yang Zhengshan was not stage-frightened. He took a step forward and walked in front of everyone.

"Junior Yang Zhengshan greets all the seniors!"

He bowed first.

is not that right?

He is the youngest here.

For example, Zhang Luan is already a 70-year-old man, and Princess Mingxi is over 60 this year. Apart from Yang Zhengshan, Princess Mingxi should be the youngest.

And Yang Zhengshan is now fifty-three years old.

In other places, he could call him "old man", but here he could only call him "junior". The innate warriors seemed very cold. Yang Zhengshan saluted them, and they just nodded in response.

This is normal. In terms of age and seniority, Zhangye, Meng Po Po, Xuan Zhen and Li Shouning of Yangtian Sect are the highest.

These four are warriors from the same era, all of them are old antiques who are over 130 years old.

At this moment, since the four of them didn't speak, it would be difficult for others to speak either.

Yang Zhengshan didn't care whether anyone responded to him or not, and continued, "Thanks to your majesty for trusting me and letting me take charge of the Xingyuan Fruit!"

"But before dealing with the Xingyuan Fruit, I have something else to say to you seniors!"

The people below were not very supportive. They neither responded nor talked back. They were like a group of wooden stakes.

Yang Zhengshan glanced at the crowd with a faint smile on his face, "In compliance with the order of His Majesty, from today onwards, all of our Dayong Xiantian warriors will serve as royal tributes and be of the same rank!"

The expressions of the innate warriors finally changed.

Those who already knew the truth could still sit still, such as Xuan Zhen and Li Zhen.

Those who are unaware of the situation either frown or have gloomy expressions.

Obviously, they were not very fond of the title of royal worship.

At this time, Master Dezhao, the great monk of the Zangyuan Jokhang Temple, stood up and said, "Amitabha, may I ask Mr. Yang, are there any restrictions for becoming a royal worshiper? Do I need to be stationed in Kyoto?"

"Master Dezhao!" Yang Zhengshan returned the greeting and said with a smile, "No, the Royal Worshiper is just a title. We will not force you to stay in Kyoto or other places. However, if the court is in trouble and His Majesty has an order, you may need to help!"

"So that's it!" De Zhao nodded slightly and then sat down.

He didn't care much about the title of royal worshiper, but of course if it was the order of Emperor Yanping, he would still obey it.

Because the Jokhang Temple and the Mahayana Temple are of the same lineage, the Mahayana Temple is a royal temple, and although the Jokhang Temple is not a royal temple, it is integrated with the Jokhang Temple.

So he did not resist the title of royal worship.

"What if we say no?"

De Zhao had just sat down when someone suddenly spoke.

Yang Zhengshan looked in the direction of the voice and when he saw the person who spoke, a sneer immediately appeared on his face.

The person who spoke was none other than Jing Mingzhou from Lingxiu Villa.

Jing Mingzhou, the owner of Lingxiu Villa, is 82 years old this year. He broke through to the innate realm more than 30 years ago. He is also the grandfather of Jing Changyuan.

Obviously, Jing Mingzhou had heard the news of Jing Changyuan's murder before he came.

However, what he cared about was not Jing Changyuan's life or death, but what Yang Zhengshan said.

He has so many grandchildren that the death of one or two is not worth his concern.

But Yang Zhengshan said he wanted to wipe out the entire Lingxiu Villa, so he had to keep it in mind.

So ever since he came to Cuixia Valley and met Yang Zhengshan, he has never been kind to Yang Zhengshan.

"Refuse, haha, Senior Jing, are you sure you want to refuse?" Yang Zhengshan looked at him with a smile.

Jing Mingzhou stared at him, his eyes seemed to be filled with poison.

With just one sentence, Yang Zhengshan put their Lingxiu Villa on the fire.

Although he couldn't be sure whether Yang Zhengshan could make the decision, he couldn't help but feel worried about it.

If Yang Zhengshan could really influence the decision of the court, then wouldn't their Lingxiu Villa really be facing a catastrophe?

After all, Jing Mingzhou has lived for more than eighty years, so he is naturally not as arrogant and conceited as Jing Changyuan.

He would not despise the court, but he could not show weakness either.

What's more, he was not facing the court, but Yang Zhengshan, so he could not show his weakness.

"What if I refuse?" Jing Mingzhou said in a deep voice.

Yang Zhengshan narrowed his eyes slightly, "Refusing means disrespecting the emperor's order. If you disobey the order, you should be punished by death!"

Jing Mingzhou's face changed slightly, and his expression became extremely gloomy. "Even if you want to punish me, it should be done by Your Majesty in person. You are not qualified!"

Yang Zhengshan shook his head, straightened his back, and glanced at the group of innate warriors with a faint gaze.

"You seniors may not understand one thing!"

"I am a royal attendant of the same rank. This is the order of His Majesty. I am not discussing it with you. I am just informing you."

"If someone is unwilling to accept the title of worshipper, that is disobeying the emperor's order!"

"There are only two choices before you, seniors. Either become a royal servant or disobey the order!"

After these words were spoken, the expressions of many innate warriors became even uglier.

Even Ji Zhen frowned.

Isn't this forcing them to make a choice?
Ji Zhen had no objection to becoming a royal priest. It was just a title and there was no need to take it too seriously.

But Yang Zhengshan's words seemed coercive, forcing them to make a choice.

They are all innate warriors, strong men in the world, and possess powerful personal martial arts. They cannot be said to be superior, but they all have pride.

Using words that sound like coercion will naturally make them feel uncomfortable.

Ji Zhen looked at Yang Zhengshan and couldn't help but mutter in his heart, "What is he going to do?"

Yang Zhengshan's performance today obviously did not match his impression of Yang Zhengshan.

Too arrogant, too strong.

Although I always call myself a junior, I always give people the feeling that I am above you.

All along, Yang Zhengshan left Ji Zhen with the impression of being generous, benevolent, and not fussy about details.

Comparing the two, Ji Zhen felt that Yang Zhengshan today was like a different person.

"My dear seniors, there is no need for me to tell you directly how to choose!" Yang Zhengshan said lightly.

The scene suddenly became quiet and the atmosphere became extremely solemn.

The invisible might spread, causing the surrounding soldiers to step back a few steps.

However, Yang Zhengshan seemed unaware of it and took a sip of the tea.

Jing Mingzhou looked at Yang Zhengshan coldly.

Li Zhen and Zhang Luan met each other at first sight, and they both picked up the tea on the table and took a sip of it tacitly.

At the edge of the venue, An Yuxing leaned against a tree stump, sipping his drink.

While Granny Meng in the front row was dozing off, Zhangye was pinching his beard and looking at his palms, as if flowers were about to grow on his chicken claw-like palms.

Xuan Zhen drank tea one cup after another and finished the whole pot of tea.

There was also Li Shouning from the Yangtian Sect. He was wearing a loose black robe, holding a black long sword, and closing his eyes to rest. He never opened his eyes from beginning to end.

The atmosphere became increasingly weird and solemn.

These are a group of innate warriors. If you want them to sit here in an orderly manner, even Emperor Yanping himself cannot do it.

And in this strange atmosphere, the innate warriors who were originally frowning quickly restrained their aura and their expressions became calm.

About half a quarter of an hour later, Yang Zhengshan slowly raised his head.

"Have you made up your mind, seniors?"

"We, Bahumen, agree!" Li Zhen raised the knife in his hand and said lightly.

"The Hengdao Sect agrees!" Ji Zhen said, unwilling to be outdone.

Ji Zhen, who has always been steady, knows best what it means to seek benefits and avoid harm.
Becoming an enemy of the court?
Do not make jokes!
Putting aside whether they can defeat the court, what good will it do them to be hostile to the court?
There is no benefit at all!

The martial arts world is not about fighting and killing, and innate warriors will not think about fighting all day long.

If the innate warriors liked fighting so much, they wouldn't have been thinking of hiding in the deep mountains and forests one by one.

(End of this chapter)