Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 260 No one in this world understands Wang Mengxi better than me
"Princess Fengming?"

"It seems that Prince Zhao's Mansion is still unwilling to accept the fact that the Zhenxi Army failed to defect to Dayan."

The voice of the black-robed figure was cold and chilling, like a poisonous snake kept in an ice cellar.

The woman lowered her head and didn't dare to look up.

She had seen the Heavenly Demon Palace priest in front of her take action.

He is not a master, but with that method, I am afraid that even a master can kill him.

The inheritance of the Heavenly Demon Palace is often beyond the comprehension of outsiders.

In Beiyan, no one is not afraid of these half-human, half-demon powerful beings.

"Ouyang Ming may be foolish, but foolishness has its advantages. Your Majesty means that the Zhenxi Army does not need to be controlled by Ouyang Shucai."

The black-robed figure waved his hand and said calmly, "I will handle these matters. Please pay attention to the movements of the Zhenxi Army and the Zhenxi Marquisate."

"Before the bride arrives, all unusual movements must be reported."

"Once the Heavenly Demon Priest arrives in person, the major events in Xichang City can be settled."

The woman nodded, bowed and stepped back.

When she got out of the alley, she looked up and the other person was gone.

……

Perhaps because the Grandmaster had just entered Xichang City and fought against Ouyang Shucai, the Marquis of Zhenxi, the atmosphere in the city suddenly became tense, and there were many more soldiers walking through the streets.

The Marquis of Zhenxi sent out invitations and personally invited the leaders of the diplomatic delegations from all parties to a banquet.

Obviously, this is to give an account of the confrontation between the Grandmasters.

On the one hand, it can calm the suspicions and panic of all parties. On the other hand, the Marquis of Zhenxi is also a master, and he fought against an old master and remained undefeated. This power alone should be displayed.

"Captain Zhang, although the Grandmaster is powerful, he is not worth being afraid of." Xiao Lou spoke in a low voice as he walked in front of the Marquis of Zhenxi's mansion.

He and Han Xiao were both civil servants. Although they also practiced some martial arts, they did not consider themselves martial artists, nor did they have much awe for martial arts masters.

But Zhang Yuan is different. Zhang Yuan is a martial arts practitioner.

In the hearts of warriors, the Grandmaster is the heaven.

Xiao Lou spoke up at this time to remind him because he was afraid that Zhang Yuan would not even dare to look up when facing the Grandmaster Zhenxi Hou.

Han Xiao turned his head to look at Zhang Yuan, with a strange look on his face.

He knew Zhang Yuan clearly, and Zhang Yuan's cultivation was clearly not inferior to Ouyang Shucai.

Don't let Zhang Yuan get too excited and challenge the Marquis of Zhenxi...

The three of them walked to the gate of the Zhenxi Marquis' Mansion, and several Zhenxi Army generals in military robes greeted them with smiles and bows.

There were also several civil servants wearing Confucian robes. When they saw people coming, they slowly walked towards them.

"Haha, Brother Xiao, long time no see."

"Master Xiao, do you still remember Xia Yuechang by Daming Lake?"

Of course, the Zhenxi Army had investigated Xiao Lou's identity, and even Han Xiao knew a lot about it.

The civil servant in a green robe with a short beard and gray hair praised Han Xiao's good looks and said that he had been a classmate of his teacher Zhou Chang.

Only Zhang Yuan, although everyone greeted him with smiles, no one greeted him.

Normally, the military generals received here are at least lieutenant generals, and the civil officials are prominent figures in Xichang City and the Zhenxi Army.

With Zhang Yuan's status as a captain, how could he have had the chance to attend the banquet at the Zhenxi Marquis's mansion without Xiao Lou's recommendation?
The Zhenxi Marquis Mansion was spacious. Two civil and military officials led the way and led Zhang Yuan and the other two to the banquet hall.

Before reaching the hall, I could already hear voices talking inside.

"Brother Zhu, last time I got a scroll of Guanshan, the brushwork of which was definitely the work of King Mengxi of the Great Qin. Knowing that you are a master of calligraphy and painting, I brought it here specially for you to appreciate." The voice was that of Sun Jia, an envoy from the State of Wei.

"Prince Ouyang, the sword in my hand was obtained from the Qin State. It can cut iron like mud. Take a look." The voice of Zhou Jinzhong, the envoy of Qi State, also sounded in the hall.

When Zhang Yuan and the others walked into the hall, the original noise suddenly quieted down.

Xiao Lou's expression remained unchanged as he strode forward.

That’s what the Qin Dynasty was like.

The other four countries and three regions gathered together and lived in harmony.

But when the Qin Dynasty arrives, it will certainly suppress everything.

This is power.

No matter what they plan, Great Qin is not afraid.

"The Qin people are coming." A guest who was already seated whispered.

"The Qin envoy, Xiao Lou, is the son-in-law of the Shangshu Mansion." "And Han Xiao is a disciple of Zhou Chang, the Qin State's Minister of War."

Anyone who can enter this hall has basically understood the information from other parties.

At least the information is clear on the surface.

"That military officer should be the Luyang Prefecture Wuwei Xiaowei. He is said to be quite capable."

Someone spoke softly not far away.

Ouyang Xu, who was holding a dagger in his hand, looked up and saw Zhang Yuan, his expression changed.

"Zhang Yuan!"

On the other side, a middle-aged monk sitting upright in a cassock saw Zhang Yuan, was shocked, and stood up suddenly.

"Buddha Wuji!"

A person from Liangyuanyu.

And it was a monk that Zhang Yuan recognized, from Yuzhao Temple in Liangyuanyu.

Yuzhao Temple now has Ding Yuan in charge, and has formed an alliance with surrounding forces such as Xiaotianlong Temple to suppress Datianlong Temple, and its influence is at its peak.

That is why Yuzhao Temple was invited to watch the ceremony.

At the front of the hall, Ouyang Ming, who was wearing a red brocade robe, looked at Zhang Yuan, who was wearing a martial arts robe, with a look of surprise on his face.

"He, he's here..."

He was afraid of Zhang Yuan.

In an instant, everyone's eyes in the hall fell on Zhang Yuan.

The performance of the Ouyang brothers and the monks in Liangyuan Territory made Sun Jia, Zhou Jinzhong and others look surprised.

They had met Zhang Yuan before, but they had never paid attention to him.

Only then did they discover that Zhang Yuan Beiyan and Liang Yuanyu seemed to have quite a reputation?

A strange look appeared on Xiao Lou's face, and he turned to look at Zhang Yuan.

He had seen Zhang Yuan's fighting ability, and it was indeed good.

But Zhang Yuan was actually recognized in such an occasion. The son of Zhenxi Marquis and Ouyang Ming, who was about to become the prince consort of Northern Yan, seemed to know Zhang Yuan and looked a little frightened?

"I recognize Xiao Lou. That military officer is interesting." Beside Sun Jia, a middle-aged scholar with a scroll unfolded in his hand chuckled and closed the scroll.

“Although it has Wang Mengxi’s style, it is not Wang Mengxi’s painting.”

"No one in this world understands Wang Mengxi better than me."

"After all, I trained under Master Wang for three years."

The middle-aged scholar spoke with a smile, then sat back in his seat.

At this time, Xiao Lou and the others also sat in their seats.

"That Zhu Xitang is a great Confucianist and Taoist of the State of Zhao, the Minister of Rites of the State of Zhao, and a Grand Secretary."

"His Confucian and Taoist practice is not far from the level of a Confucian master."

Xiao Lou looked towards the opposite side, his expression becoming much more serious.

Just as warriors have awe for martial arts masters, Confucian and Taoist practitioners also have an unshakable respect in their hearts for great Confucian scholars and Confucian and Taoist masters who have entered the Tao.

That is not about worshipping a certain person, but about worshipping the way of practice.

As if sensing Xiao Lou's gaze, Zhu Xitang on the opposite side looked up, smiled, and nodded slightly.

Zhu Xitang turned his gaze to Zhang Yuan.

"boom--"

In an instant, Zhang Yuan felt a sound like thunder ringing in his mind.

A scene like a mountain painting appeared.

The invasion of Confucian and Taoist spiritual power?

This Confucian and Taoist half-step master is quite direct...

In Zhang Yuan's mind, layers of ink paintings unfolded, covering the green mountains.

On the opposite side, Zhu Xitang's body stiffened slightly and his eyes became dull for a moment.

Lost soul!

His spiritual power was lost in the ink-and-wash mountains and rivers constructed by Zhang Yuan with his own great way!
(End of this chapter)