Martial Arts: I am in the Ming Cult and I am building a dynasty

However, Yan Fei and Zhao Pan'er were extremely stiff as they helped Yang Zhao tidy up his appearance.

It took a full two incense sticks of time.

Yang Zhao had just walked out of the room with Zhao Shirong and Huang Rong in his arms. He glanced at Wei Yixiao and walked towards a pavilion by the lake in the backyard.

Wei Yixiao followed closely, feeling somewhat uneasy.

After greeting Zhao Shirong and Huang Rong, Wei Yixiao found a gap and whispered to Yang Zhao, "Master, the Dragon King and the Eagle King have come down from Guangmingding a few days ago, bringing with them the elite troops of the Purple and White Prefectures and five thousand Five Elements Flags. They will arrive in Suzhou soon."

"I have reported to the leader several times in the past few days using the Jade Sound Transmission Talisman, but received no response. I was really helpless, so I took the liberty to come to the mansion..."

Yang Zhao's heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained unchanged.

"You did very well."

Yang Zhao coughed a few times and explained calmly, "I have realized something in the last few days and have been in seclusion to comprehend the way of heaven and man, so the sound transmission jade talisman is not with me."

"Bat King, please go to the front and meet the two ladies. Just answer whatever they ask you."

"I have some things to do now, and I will be there later."

"When Bat King reaches the perfection of Grandmaster, he can receive two Wuji Immortal Pills on his own."

Bat King Wei Yixiao is a sensible man and he handles things properly.

Such a good subordinate naturally cannot be let down, and it would not hurt to give him more benefits.

This is a helping hand.

After receiving Yang Zhao's reward, Wei Yixiao walked forward with joy on his face, responding to various questions and inquiries from Mrs. Zhao Shirong and Mrs. Huang Rong.

At this time, Yang Zhao took out the jade sound transmission talisman that he had not paid attention to for a long time.

As expected, a lot of information from Daiqisi and Yin Susu was stored in the sound transmission jade talisman.

Yang Zhao had been so busy these past few days that he had neglected some of the things he had been doing, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty about it.

But even though I blame myself, it is absolutely impossible to tell the truth.

Soon, Yang Zhao used the excuse of breaking through the Heavenly Man Realm to reply and comfort Daiqisi and Yin Susu respectively. It took a long time before he finally coaxed the two women into a better mood.

Nowadays, Aquaman also needs to cultivate himself.

Although it is unlikely that something will go wrong, you still need to be proficient in wasting energy and saying sweet words.

After dealing with Daiqisi and Yin Susu, Yang Zhao strode forward and soon arrived at the pavilion where Zhao Shirong, Huang Rong and others were.

Zhao Shirong looked at Yang Zhao with a teasing expression. Huang Rong looked very cute when she was angry.

Yan Fei's face was full of contempt, and Zhao Pan'er lowered her head and remained silent.

Only Wei Yixiao looked as if he had just been pulled out of the water. He was sweating and his chest and back were almost completely wet.

As soon as he saw this situation, Yang Zhao knew that Wei Yixiao could not fool Zhao Shirong and Huang Rong.

Zhao Shirong is an extremely intelligent woman, and Huang Rong is a quirky little female Zhuge Liang.

Although Wei Yixiao is competent in his work, he lacks the ability to adapt to changing circumstances.

Yang Zhao was extremely thick-skinned, pretending to be completely unaware of the situation. He stopped Zhao Shirong and Huang Rong, coughed twice, and changed the subject to Wei Yixiao, "Bat King, you said before that the Six Bats Hall had contacted Fang La of the Manichaeism. What is the specific situation?"

Chapter 87 Meeting with Fang La

The Mingjiao and Manichaeism are closely related and share the same ancestry.

In fact, ever since Yang Zhao decided to go to the Great Song Dynasty, the Six Bats Hall had already taken the lead and had been searching for traces of Manichaeism in the southeast of the Great Song Dynasty for a long time.

However, at that time, Fang La might not have made up his mind to revolt against the Song Dynasty, so the traces of Manichaeism were extremely secretive.

That was some time ago, when the Murong clan launched a rebellion.

The Manichaeism led by Fang La showed many traces in the southeastern Muzhou area.

Otherwise, according to Yang Zhao's understanding of the history of the Song Dynasty, Fang La's uprising would not take place until at least a year later.

After finding traces of Manichaeism, the staff of Liubatang quickly followed the clues and contacted Fang La.

As both of them are descendants of the Ming Cult, Fang La learned that Yang Zhao is the current leader of the Ming Cult.

Soon they agreed and the two sides met.

The matter was of great importance. After hearing Wei Yixiao's report, Zhao Shirong and Huang Rong naturally did not want to delay the important matter concerning the Song Dynasty because of trivial matters of love.

This made Yang Zhao breathe a sigh of relief, feeling that he had escaped a disaster.

At the end of May, it was a starry night with a slightly dry summer breeze.

Outside Suzhou city, on the shore of Taihu Lake.

Perhaps because of Yang Zhao's official reputation, even though Fang La boasted of his powerful cultivation, he did not enter Suzhou City with too much arrogance. Instead, he chose the meeting place on Taihu Lake, which had a wide escape route.

When meeting Fang La this time, Yang Zhao only brought Zhao Shirong and Wei Yixiao.

While the moon was still low in the sky, a luxurious boat quietly sank into the depths of Lake Taihu.

Yang Zhao himself is a powerful person in the realm of heaven and man, and he is secretly protected by Yuan Shisanxian.

So even if we went deep into Taihu Lake, we were not too scared.

It was approaching midnight.

Just when Yang Zhao and Zhao Shirong were leaning against each other on the bow of the boat, expressing their love for each other.

A wild figure wearing black-scale armor and a fiery red cloak, like a god or a saint, walked on the turbulent surface of Taihu Lake and approached the boat house where Yang Zhao and others were.

"The 34th Ming Cult leader, Yang Zhao?"

"That's right! Junior Yang Zhao greets the 32nd Red-robed Buddha of the Ming Cult!"

The jade plate hangs high, and Taihu Lake is tranquil.

Yang Zhao in white stood on the deck of the boat house, and Fang La in red stood on the surface of Taihu Lake, looking into each other's eyes.

In an instant, electricity appeared in the void.

When their eyes met, a white light flashed with astonishing momentum.

Without making a sound, Fang La flicked his red cloak and quietly arrived on the deck of the boathouse, only five feet away from Yang Zhao and Zhao Shirong.

In an instant, the divine and holy aura coming from Fang La rose up like a raging fire.

Yang Zhao smiled calmly and waved his hand to dispel his aura.

After that, Wei Yixiao brought a table and a pile of cattails, and the two of them sat opposite each other.

Yang Zhao extended his hand and said, "Mr. Fang, you and I are both from the same lineage of the Mingjiao Master. Although we have different positions now, we shouldn't be so angry when we meet, right?"

"Instead of drinking alone under the moon, why not drink together? Let's talk first, and then take action if we can't reach an agreement. How do you think?"

Fang La nodded in approval, took a seat and said, "It is said that Yang Zhao from Jiangnan Xiyuan is known as the world's number one genius. I didn't expect that he is a disciple of my Ming Cult. He is quite extraordinary."

Fang La's cultivation is at least at the level of Yuan Shisanxian, or even stronger.

After all, Fang La is the 32nd generation disciple of the Ming Cult.

In fact, Fang La is one generation higher than Yang Zhao's master Yang Dingtian, and he is from the lineage of the Red-robed Buddha, with an uninterrupted inheritance, so it is normal for him to have such cultivation.

Yang Zhao raised his glass and said modestly, "Mr. Fang, you are too kind. I am a beginner and my achievements are far inferior to those of you."

Fang La was quite pleased with it. He drank a pot of wine, wiped his beard, and said, "Young man, you are a member of the imperial court, and I am a traitor who is about to rebel. What is your intention in inviting me here?"

This is also a wild and heroic person. Perhaps his cultivation is too high to be hidden, or maybe he has other intentions.

Yang Zhao didn't care, and smiled calmly: "I invited you to come? Isn't it that Lord Fang accepted Murong Longcheng's invitation and came to Yanziwu to discuss business, and then met me on the way?"

Yang Zhao's words made Fang La's face change drastically.

The Murong clan rebelled first, and Fang La’s uprising came later.

In fact, a long time ago, Fang La had had a lot of interactions with Murong Longcheng, as they were both one of the top masters in the realm of heaven and man.

Fang La traveled to Taihu Lake in secret this time, and even few people in Manichaeism knew about it.

The purpose was to reach an agreement with Murong Longcheng, whereby both sides would send troops together, cooperate internally and externally, and take over the entire Jiangnan region in one fell swoop, block the Yangtze River waterway, and prevent the imperial army from entering the southeast along the water.

Fang La also didn't know how Yang Zhao knew such a secret.

But there is no doubt that Yang Zhao's words soon angered Fang La.

Fang La's aura burst out, his beard was like steel needles, his eyes were like diamonds, and a touch of fiery red energy was spreading. There was already a figure of the Heavenly King holding a knife, looming behind him.

The Qi locked onto the surrounding void, and the fiery red energy enveloped the entire boat house.

Fang La glared at him angrily and said, "Young man, do you think you can challenge me just because you have just entered the heavenly realm?"

"Or do you think that because we are of the same clan, I cannot kill you?"

"The lineage of the Mingjiao Buddha, the Blue Clothes and Red Clothes families have been separated for more than two hundred years..."

Faced with Fang La's rage, Yang Zhao did not feel nervous or have any intention of fighting back. He just used his own energy to protect Zhao Shirong and Wei Yixiao beside him, and looked at Fang La quietly.

The two stared at each other for a full cup of tea.

Fang La suddenly laughed out loud, dissipating all his energy and vitality, and glanced vaguely at the Taihu reefs in the distance.

On the rocks, in the shadows.

Yuan Shisanxian smiled and waved his hand, and the sad little arrow in his hand quietly dissipated.

Fang La nodded to Yuan Shisanxian, turned his head and looked at Yang Zhao again, saying: "I underestimated a young man like you, to be able to ask Yuan Shisanxian to protect you."

Yang Zhao smiled and said, "Mr. Fang, you are too kind. He is my great uncle. Blood is thicker than water."

Fang La sneered, "But what if I have already entered the realm of Martial Saint?"

Yang Zhao's face froze, and he said silently: "Mr. Fang, you and I are both Mingjiao followers, and we both worship the holy fire of the Mingjiao..."

Fang La said sternly, "The little arrow of sadness is indeed sharp. There are not many people in the world who can threaten me like your great uncle. I will learn from you today."

Yang Zhao paused and said, "It's my cousin, my great-uncle."

Fang La: “…”

Yuan Shisanxian: “…”

Yang Zhao could sense that Fang La's previous words were no joke.

In other words, Fang La truly became a martial saint on earth.

In front of such a big guy, it is not a big deal to bow your head. After all, the other party is also an elder of your sect.

Chapter 88: Those who play tricks are all dirty

The title of Martial Saint in this era is basically the ceiling, and he can be said to be able to defeat an entire country alone.

Fang La was also the first martial saint Yang Zhao had ever seen.

After confirming this, Yang Zhao instinctively felt that he had been a little careless.

Facing the powerful Martial Saint, Yang Zhao was actually confident that he could save his own life after paying a considerable price, but Yang Zhao did not dare to guarantee that he could save the lives of Zhao Shirong and Wei Yixiao.

Fortunately, there is still some friendship between the Ming Cult and Manichaeism.

However, due to Fang La's martial saint status, Yang Zhao had to temporarily change his plan.

Yang Zhao quickly abandoned the idea of ​​using force to intimidate Fang La and then coerce him to make the entire Manichaeism work for him.

If deterrence by force doesn't work, then the only option is to appeal to their emotions and reason.

Above the boat house under the bright moonlight, there was a moment of silence.

Fang La was shocked for a while by Yang Zhao's shamelessness.

After Yang Zhao sold the Yuan Thirteenth Limit, he quickly took the initiative to pour a glass of wine for Fang La and said, "Mr. Fang, I wonder how the discussion with Murong Longcheng in Yanziwu went?"

Fang La came back to his senses, looked at Yang Zhao with increasing admiration, and said, "Young man, did you plant a chess piece in Yanziwu?"

Yang Zhao nodded honestly and said, "Yes, there are a few chess pieces."

Fang La sneered and said, "It seems that you, a young man, also have some plans for this fertile land in the south of the Yangtze River?"

Yang Zhao held Zhao Shirong's hand and said, "Mr. Fang, let me introduce you to her. This is my wife, the newly appointed Princess of the Five Lakes and the Lord of Zhenze."

Fang La raised his eyebrows, glanced at Zhao Shirong, and said, "Song family bloodline, Zhao Defang's granddaughter?"