Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 120 Princess Longji
Ding Ce thought for a moment. "People from the countryside don't know etiquette. Please forgive me if I'm being disrespectful. I wonder if Miss Deng came here because of the Marquis of Jingzhou or because of your own initiative?"

At forty, Ding Ce would have been calm about the offer, but now, at just twenty, he hadn't experienced the harsh realities of society, so he was tempted by the offer from a powerful local lord. However, Deng Chanyu herself was a commoner, so the offer lacked substance. "Are you kidding me?" "What if I happily went to Nanjun, and then Deng Jiugong said it wasn't my idea? Wouldn't my hermit persona be completely ruined?"

Deng Chanyu was prepared and used the appointment document she wrote last night.

"Please read this, sir. My father, in his capacity as Marquis of Jingzhou, appointed you as a Senior Official and Commandant of Nanjun."

Ding Ce hesitated for a moment and did not accept the appointment letter. Instead, he asked Deng Chanyu to sit down and took the opportunity to organize his thoughts while pouring water for her.

After a full stick of incense had passed, he finally asked, "Does the Marquis of Jingzhou think there's any chance of success in Xiqi?"

In the original time and space, Ding Ce was loyal to the Shang Dynasty. Although he appeared less than 300 words ago and was killed by Nezha with the Qiankun Circle, this doesn't mean he is incompetent, but rather that the version is wrong! In a book of 100 chapters, you only appear in chapter 94. As a mortal, fighting Nezha in the late stage is basically seeking death. No matter how many military tactics you learn, it is useless against the Qiankun Circle.

Ding Ce may not be very loyal to the Shang Dynasty now, but he certainly doesn't like Xiqi either.

Deng Chanyu said, "My father thinks... well, Xiqi won't be able to succeed."

“How come you see?”

"My father said, 'The first to take action will be punished, but the palace will be blessed if it prospers.'"

Ding Ce was a little confused: "Oh? I think I've read a lot of books, but which book is this from?"

"This is a unique copy that my father saw when he was young. The book has long been lost." Deng Chanyu could only use the excuse that time travelers often use again.

She roughly explained her understanding, which is that no matter how turbulent the dynasty is, as long as it does not fall, the first person to raise the banner of rebellion and cause the people of the world to fall from stability into chaos will be punished by heaven, and the one who pacifies the world and restores order to the people of the world is the ultimate good.

Ding Ce was a man of extraordinary insight, and the more he listened, the more astonished he became. "Miss, are you saying that Xiqi will be punished by heaven?! Very interesting. Could you elaborate on the saying 'the first to initiate will be punished, the palace will prosper and be blessed'?"

Ding Ce was not a disciple of Xuanmen, and did not know that it was God's will to rise Zhou and destroy Shang, but he was knowledgeable. Through clues, he believed that Ji Chang was a wise man of his time, and the rise of Xiqi and the loss of Shang's status as co-leader were all likely to happen. However, Xiqi was in a difficult situation now, and the people were suffering. This did not conform to his judgment, but was in line with the theory that the first to initiate the struggle must be punished.

Deng Chanyu's understanding of this theory was not deep, and her knowledge was limited. She forced a detour: "I have been weak and sickly since childhood. I studied the principles of yin and yang and the five elements. From the perspective of yin and yang, it is said that those who strike later will win, while those who strike first will be defeated. I think this is very consistent with the current situation. Without external intervention, Xiqi will not last long."

"Does Brother Deng really think so?" Suddenly, a crisp voice came from outside the door.

Deng Chanyu and Ding Ce both looked out the window and saw a beautiful woman wearing a bright red white crane gauze dress, with natural beauty and skin as white as snow, bowing to them.

Anyone who can call her a fellow Taoist must also be a cultivator, but she really doesn't know this young girl.

Deng Chanyu looked at Ding Ce. At the same time, Ding Ce also looked over, with the same expression in his eyes: Is this your friend? I don't know him!

"Mr. Ding, Fellow Daoist Deng, my name is Long Ji. I happened to be passing by and heard your profound remarks. I couldn't help but interrupt you. Please forgive me."

Deng Chanyu didn't care about pretending to be a weak woman in front of Ding Ce anymore. She asked seriously, "Could it be that you are the daughter of Lord Haotian and Queen Mother Yaochi?"

Long Ji nodded gently. Deng Chanyu immediately bowed to Ding Ce and said, "I have important matters at home. I am sorry for coming so abruptly. I will come to apologize another day!"

Haotian God has nothing to do but look around with the Haotian Mirror. Her statement of "the first to initiate will be punished, and the prosperous palace will be blessed" is clearly a pessimistic view of Xiqi. From the perspective of God, it is politically incorrect. She can't say it anymore. Run!
Ding Ce was confused, and then he saw Miss Deng, who was said to be so weak that she could not even tie a chicken, turn over and ride her horse with incredible speed, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"???"

What's going on? Am I, a hermit, so shameless?
When Deng Chanyu was here, he had made up his mind to refuse the offer, but now that she had suddenly left, he was a little tempted to agree.
Deng Chanyu rode her horse at full speed in front, and Princess Longji chased after her.

"Fellow Daoist, don't run! Don't run! Let's talk about this again. I didn't quite understand what you said just now."

Deng Chanyu waved back, "I have something going on at home! Some other day, some other day!"

"What's the matter? Can I help?" Princess Longji looked kind-hearted.

Deng Chanyu scratched her head. What was going on at home? She made up a story, "Me? My brother is dying, and my sister-in-law fainted in the bathroom from crying. I have to go back quickly!"

Nuwa from the Queen Wa Palace smiled but said nothing.

Princess Longji really believed it: "It's so serious, fellow Daoist, wait a minute, I have a golden elixir my mother gave me, it should be able to save your brother, right?"

Biaozi ran very fast, and Princess Longji's water escape could not catch up with him for a while. She subconsciously counted with her fingers, trying to calculate the lifespan of Deng Chanyu's brother.

"More than three hundred years old?!" Long Ji was shocked. Is this the lifespan of a normal human being?
Ji Chang was known as a wise man of his time, but his life span was less than a hundred years. How could this Master Deng have such an exaggerated lifespan?
With such a long life span, no matter how you look at it, he won't die suddenly, right?
As they were about to enter Chaoge, Deng Chanyu was unable to shake off Princess Longji who was chasing her fiercely, so she could only tighten the reins.

"Princess, will you please spare me?"

Princess Longji pouted, looking like, "I really want to be friends with you, how can you lie to me?"

Deng Chanyu could only beg for mercy: "Okay, okay, I'm scared of you. What do you want to talk about? I'll chat with you for a quarter of an hour."

Princess Longji asked her own question.

Deng Chanyu didn't know how to answer, so she could only explain the theory of "the first to initiate will be punished, and the prosperous palace will be blessed" with her own understanding. If Haotian had seen it, he would have seen it a long time ago, and there was nothing to hide now. By the way, she also analyzed the relationship between Xiqi and the Shang Dynasty.

The more Long Ji listened, the more it made sense to him. Given the current situation in Xiqi, if there was no external help, it would be a foregone conclusion that it would be destroyed by the Shang Dynasty. This external force might be other princes, or it might be an immortal who came down to earth to help. The people of the Shang Dynasty were indeed suffering, not to mention the people of Xiqi. The world was in turmoil.

This conversation lasted until the evening.

"Thank you for your guidance, fellow Daoist. Long Ji is very grateful."

Deng Chanyu waved her hand and said, "I would be very grateful as long as your petty father doesn't cause me trouble."

(End of this chapter)