At the beginning, I gave up my military power with a cup of wine, and I ascended the throne

Chapter 298: Fighting for the Dao Palace Master
"Why don't you ask me?"

Bloodshadow interrupted.

"what."

Qingyao said with a sad face, "Brother Xueying, haven't you always been a peaceful person? Why do you want to join in?"

“I didn’t say I wanted to participate.”

Xueying was calm and composed, holding the sword in his arms, and grinned: "Who told you to ask Dayue'er and not me?"

"Then let me ask you, is it okay for you not to participate?"

Qingyao said pitifully.

"Two ducks."

Xueying held up two fingers and said, "I don't accept bargaining, otherwise there will be no negotiation."

"Row."

She gritted her teeth and agreed.

"Shen Pei, I'm not interested."

Xiao Han didn't even turn his head and asked softly: "If you are interested, you might as well fight for it."

"Who knows, maybe one of your old acquaintances will come this time."

He had a playful expression.

"nameless?"

Shen Pei narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Ah."

Xiao Han nodded, "In the past two years, Wuming has been making his way in the martial arts world."

Shen Pei curled his lips and said, "I almost forgot about his existence."

Before following the man next to him, Wuming was Shen Pei's obsession, or even an obstacle.

Ever since the Sword Sect Competition and the fight for Ten Thousand Swords to Return to the Sect, Shen Pei has been slightly inferior to Wuming.

But since he entered the General's Mansion, Shen Pei became increasingly indifferent to Wuming, and even to the entire martial arts world.

To borrow Xiao Han's words, it was nothing more than Xie's petty tricks.

How to force thousands of troops to capture cities and seize territories, and to gain the pleasure of conquering the world.

In these years, Shen Pei has been staying in Xiliang and rarely appears in the Central Plains martial arts world. However, looking at the two worlds of the Central Plains and the Northern Wei Dynasty, everyone knows how fierce and powerful Shen Pei is.

The guards under the command of Xiliang King Xiao Han, with a dry sword, killed countless martial arts masters and cut off the heads of hundreds of Northern Wei cavalry.

Shen Pei, who let go of his obsession, did not stagnate in his cultivation. Instead, it made rapid progress and he showed extraordinary talent in practicing the Eight Killing Sword Techniques.

This guy is indeed a natural born killer.

"I thought you had been holding your breath all these years, just waiting to compete with Wuming."

Xiao Han joked.

"He and I have been on two completely different paths for a long time."

Shen Pei said in a low voice, "There is no need to continue to compare who is better."

"what ever."

He shook his head: "If you want, go on stage. If you don't want, just watch the show. There will definitely be a lot of good shows today."

"My dear, who is the Grand Master of the Academy?"

Ning Xi asked curiously, "It's been so long, and I haven't heard any news."

"Don't worry, ma'am."

Xiao Han smiled and said, "You'll know in a moment."

"Don't worry, the person I'm looking for is definitely qualified to be the Grand Master of the Academy."

This question is not only of interest to Princess Ning Xi, but probably to many people as well.

After all, Master Xun was only the chief academic officer of the academy, and Cao Cheng was only the principal. The master of such a huge academy had not revealed any information at all.

There are only a handful of people in the world who are qualified to be the head of the academy. Knowledge is essential, and the King of Wei must also be high enough.

Otherwise it won’t be enough to convince the public.

"Still keeping us in suspense." Qingyao muttered softly.

"You are the only one who talks a lot of nonsense."

Xiao Han raised his eyebrows, "Be careful or you will be disqualified from going on stage."

Qingyao's expression changed immediately. With a flattering smile, she hugged his arm and acted coquettishly, "I didn't say anything just now. You heard it wrong."

On the high platform, Master Xun took out a scroll of imperial edict with the seal of the King of Xiliang from the tray brought by Chen Li.

But the place where the person’s name is signed is blank.

"First round."

Master Xun said loudly: "Choose the master of the Taoist Palace."

"All Taoist sects in the world, whether in the Northern Wei Dynasty or the Central Plains and Western Regions, can participate in the election."

"boom."

It was like a thunderclap that exploded throughout the entire square, and the hearts of countless people from the gates were filled with excitement.

But no action was taken, and many people turned their eyes to the Three Patriarchal Temples, Wudang, Longhu Mountain and Sanqing Mountain.

His eyes moved between the young Taoist priest, the old Heavenly Master, and the great elder of Mount Sanqing.

If nothing unexpected happens, the position of the Palace Master of the Taoist Palace in the academy will be born from the Third Patriarch Court.

Taoism has a very long heritage. Of course, in addition to the Three Ancestral Temples, there are also the Twelve Cave Heavens, which are all first-class sects and are extremely powerful, not much weaker.

Becoming the Palace Master of the Taoist Palace, from a certain perspective, means being the leader of Taoism in the world, and the original leader of Taoism in the world was Longhu Mountain.

Longhu Mountain has the imperial court behind it and is the state religion, but the Taoist Palace also has strong backers, including Xiliang King Xiao Han and Xiliang's 500,000 cavalry.

For any ambitious person, it is a huge opportunity to reach the sky in one step and make a big leap forward.

of course.

No matter who sits on the position of the Palace Master of the Taoist Palace, it means changing one's stance and getting close to Xiliang.

In the Third Ancestral Hall, people from the Twelve Cave Heavens looked at each other, you looked at me, I looked at you, and no one appeared.

Whoever comes on stage first must be the first to stand out.

"no one there?"

Sitting on the throne, Xiao Han narrowed his eyes, and his sharp gaze moved over the masters of Anxie Dao Sect.

There was a hint of displeasure in his tone, "Since no one is coming, then I will name them."

"The head of Wudang."

As the words fell, the young Taoist priest from Wudang Mountain stepped out and landed on the stone platform, with his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "I am not talented, but I want to see if I can sit on the position of the Taoist Palace Master."

Under the city of Qingzhou, he lent a sword to the one-armed old sword god, allowing him to share the sword and heavenly way.

Thus, the ties with Xiao Han were wiped out, and Wudang, from then on, also took the opportunity to become under the command of King Xiliang.

Even if they were not completely obedient, they were at least allies. After all, Wudang was located in Xiliang, and Wudang did not have many choices.

The young Taoist said: "If anyone among you feels that I am not up to the task, you may come on stage."

"this."

The old Taoist priest from Mount Longhu twitched at the corners of his mouth, and a few black lines appeared between his brows. This guy has already come on stage, who can challenge him?

There are only a handful of people in the world who can fight with this young Taoist priest, including King Xiao Han of Xiliang and the old monster of the East China Sea. As for the others, most of them are slightly inferior.

Most people in the Taoist sect know something about the background of this Wudang master, and no one wants to bore others with suspicion.

Especially the old Taoist priest from Mount Longhu, although he was unwilling in his heart, he had to give up.

If the young Taoist priest did not go on stage, with her abilities, she might be able to take the position of the Taoist Palace Master.

By then, the prestige of Longhu Mountain will reach an unprecedented height. Obviously, the King of Xiliang does not want to give Longhu Mountain this opportunity.

"The Great Immortal is the Palace Master of the Dao Palace. We in Sanqing Mountain are convinced."

The Grand Elder of Mount Sanqing stroked his beard, smiling widely. As long as the position was not taken by someone from Mount Longhu, it didn't matter who else became the Palace Master.

"I am convinced too."

The masters of the Twelve Caves of Taoism expressed their opinions one after another, and finally the old Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain could only force a smile and said, "The Great Immortal is qualified to be the master of this Taoist Palace."

(End of this chapter)