After the immortal disappeared

The court fell into debate again, just like before.

The Demon Emperor glanced at Nie Xiaolou quietly, with no expression on his face, but the reproach in his eyes made the latter lower his head.

He wanted Nie Xiaolou to play a double act with him, not to undermine the pillars of the stage.

The matter of "supporting Qingyang" is only suitable to be mentioned in the small hall, not in the court meeting. Otherwise, there will be no consensus, wasting a lot of time and energy.

If Qingyang was still the Imperial Master, he wouldn't have to worry about such details. Nie Xiaolou was smart and loyal, but he had been in office for too short a time and hadn't yet become a skilled person.

Would these ministers in the court really be worried about the situation in the Golden Plains? The Demon Emperor knew it very well, not at all!

So what if He Xiao defeated Qingyang and Bai Tan in Shanjin?

So what if He Xiao swallows up the entire Shanjin?

That was an incident thousands of miles away. What did it have to do with Bejia and its subjects? They still had to argue about these issues, receive this little salary, and fight these old enemies every day.

What kind of threat can He Xiao, a nobody and insignificant person, pose to Beiga?

On the other hand, even if Bejia took action to defeat He Xiao and remove the threat of the Shining Gold Plain, it would only make the gods happy. What good would it do for Bejia himself? It would simply be a waste of effort and no benefit.

They might as well worry more about practical matters, more about their own affairs, such as why the high wall of Lingxu has not been repaired after four or five years, how long will it take to repair it, and what tricks have occurred in the meantime? It is worth impeachment.

For example, who secretly colluded with the Mou Kingdom and transferred benefits to the enemy? Well, it is worth being vigilant;

For example, whether the per-acre yield of grain fields in the south has been falsely reported again, or which small countries have recently paid less tribute... Well, it's worth discussing.

In such a big country, aren’t there enough troubles happening all day long?

Seeing that the focus of the ministers' discussion was gradually drifting away, the Demon Emperor sighed heavily: "Support Qingyang with manpower!"

His voice was deep and majestic, resounding in everyone's heart.

The chaotic discussions among the ministers were finally stopped and things returned to the right track.

The Demon Emperor exhaled another breath of white steam. When Qingyang was not in the court, he often felt annoyed when facing this cunning group.

Oh, sometimes I really want to spit out a breath of dragon and freeze all these troublesome things into solid ice blocks!

…

Outside the western border of Yaodi, there is Qucheng.

This city is the only way in and out of Yaodi. In the past, Xue Zongwu had to pass through here when he returned to Yaodu from Gongdi.

After the melee in Yaodi ended, Qingyang left Tianshui City and met with the foreign envoy in Qucheng for the first time.

To say that they are foreign envoys is an overreaction to them.

In fact, these "envoys" represent the local forces that still exist on the Shining Gold Plains. They are all survivors of the first phase of the Dragon God War, the so-called local tyrants.

The Dragon God Army swept across the Shining Golden Plain like a tide, and passed by the edge of their territory without setting foot into their territory.

But the local tyrants certainly could not rest easy, because everyone knew that Emperor Jiuyou had started this massive war and would not end it hastily in the end.

They are all obstacles, big or small. The Nine Nether Emperor will not let them go, sooner or later.

The situation was dangerous and the local tyrants were worried. The guardian of the Heavenly Palace extended an olive branch at the right time, so all parties sent envoys to inquire about the situation.

The more the Dragon God Army wanted to isolate them, the more they wanted to communicate with each other, even if they had not had any contact with each other for eight hundred years.

Yuan Xuan followed Qingyang into the meeting hall. When he saw these envoys, he couldn't help but complain in his heart:

What a bunch of crooked bastards!

From the small countries surrounding Beiga, the envoys sent to Lingxu City must be handsome and elegant, but among the dozen or so envoys in front of him, three had dark skin, three had bandit-like faces, and two were monsters, and their expressions could not be seen.

You don't even do the face-saving projects. Do you not want to do it or don't have the heart to do it?

But Yuan Xuan knew that he could not show his disdain on his face, because these envoys were invited by Bai Tan and Qing Yang!

Qingyang didn't even frown and sat down:

"Time is of the essence, so let's not exchange pleasantries and get straight to the point. All the envoys present here still have their masters to look after. In another three or four months, there may be less than 20% left."

She knew very well what kind of characters were sitting opposite her.

If she was too gentle, she would be seen as weak, so she just got straight to the point and didn't intend to beat around the bush.

But she started to sound alarmist right from the start, and all the messengers' faces turned dark. What bad luck!

These envoys and representatives are all trusted aides or family members of various forces. If such a blatant threat came from someone else, they would definitely slam the table and say, "What the hell are you talking about?"

The former Yao Kingdom had to bow down to Beijia;

These small forces on the Golden Plains are now subservient to the former Yao Kingdom.

So the Heavenly Palace was like the stars, hanging high in the sky and out of reach. Now the starlight suddenly shone on them, and they were a little dizzy, so everyone looked at each other, but no one jumped up to make trouble.

One of the messengers stood up and said, "Qingyang Protector has sent us here for more than just fortune-telling, right?"

"How can I have the time to spare? How can anyone in Heaven have the time to spare?" Qingyang sat in a graceful manner, looking dignified without being angry. "I asked everyone to come here to help your master find a way out!"

With just one sentence, she tested the attitude of these forces towards her and sneered in her heart.

"I'd like to hear more about it."

Qing Yang asked back: "The wind of the reincarnated dragon god has blown all over Shanjin. What do the masters behind you think? What are your plans?"

The messengers looked at each other, and two of them said, "This Dragon God must be fake, right? We don't believe it."

"Of course it's fake." Yuan Xuan stood behind Qingyang with his hands behind his back, his face full of disdain, "He's just a common man who deceives the world and steals the reputation, using the power of the Dragon God to pursue his own selfish interests!"

“But where the Nine Nether Emperor resides, a black dragon totem has indeed appeared.” Someone else said, “This time it will remain for a long time, and will not disappear after three days.”

The other messengers asked in surprise: "Really?"

"Really. My nephew saw it with his own eyes in Baita Town, which is under the jurisdiction of Duocheng. From the time he arrived until he left after completing his mission, it took about seven or eight days. The mark of the black dragon was behind the gray wall of the town office and never disappeared."

Qingyang's eyes moved slightly. This is a new change, interesting.

The laws of nature are constant. As the former Beijia State Master, she knew very well that the laws between heaven and earth had been changing slowly, but in recent years, they seemed to have accelerated significantly.