The days when I was working in the West Factory

Chapter 348

In fact, when Zhao Yu asked this sentence, he had already made up his mind.

Once such an impatient vassal king really sits on the dragon chair, the world will probably be even more turbulent than it is now.

After all, although the new emperor is mediocre, he still has a shrewd and capable imperial concubine by his side!

Emperor, not everyone can do it...

Besides, no matter who sits on the dragon chair, Jiang Yuyan is the biggest threat to him.

"The world is in trouble, the new emperor doesn't think about the country, he is only obsessed with women, Mr. Zhao has been away from Beijing for a long time, and he doesn't know the turmoil in the capital.

The dog slave in Xichang found a demon girl from nowhere, and she charmed the king all day long. The new emperor has not been in court for more than half a month. "

What King Xin said was filled with righteous indignation, but Zhao Yu still saw a hint of joy from the bottom of his eyes.

Although King Xin said that he was gnashing his teeth, such a new emperor was what King Xin wanted to see the most.

If the superior is really a diligent and caring emperor, he may have to stay obediently in Nanzhili for the rest of his life.

Hearing Xin Wang's words, for some reason, Zhao Yu suddenly remembered the group of secret spies from Dongchang that he met at the gate of the city when he left the capital.

"There is even a message from the Ouchi that the emperor is taking medicine for tigers and wolves every day, and his body has reached the point where he is dying.

It's possible anytime..."

"Master Zhao, this is an opportunity for me and you!"

King Xin stared at Zhao Yu who was silent in front of him, and said in a deep voice.

"I?"

Zhao Yu laughed at himself, and then said: "Your Highness thinks highly of Zhao Yu. Although I still have the title, I don't have any real power in my hands. How can I help His Highness? Please ask your Highness to hire someone else!"

Now Zhao Yu has a lot of money, although his martial arts cultivation base cannot be said to be invincible, but it is not so easy to remove his head.

Now that his life is guaranteed, and he still has money in his pocket, how can he disturb the troubled waters of seizing power when he is full?
After Zhao Yu finished speaking, he got up and walked out of the pavilion without waiting for King Xin to speak.

"Master Zhao, please help my lord..."

Just before Zhao Yu walked out of the gazebo, a figure flew by and knelt heavily under the stone steps.

Looking at Bei Zhai who was kneeling in front of him, the corners of Zhao Yu's mouth curled up slightly.

"Ah……"

Zhao Yu, who chuckled lightly, had an extremely cold expression.

……

"Infinite Heavenly Venerate!"

Just when Beizhai was about to speak to persuade, a Daoist horn came from the side of the mountain road behind them.

In the middle of the road, a middle-aged man in a green shirt with a long sword on his back walked towards the gazebo.

The person who came was none other than Wudang's head teacher, Song Yuanqiao!

Seeing Song Yuanqiao walking towards the pavilion from the small path, King Xin was also slightly taken aback, and then looked at the eunuch accompanying him.

The eunuch who followed him naturally understood what King Xin meant, but no one knew about King Xin's visit to Wudang Mountain.

It was purely an accident that Wudang Master Master went down the mountain to greet him.

Seeing Song Yuanqiao walking towards the gazebo, King Xin tidied up his clothes and walked towards Song Yuanqiao.

Although Wudang is a martial arts sect, it has been enshrined by a large number of former emperors, and its status is naturally different from that of ordinary Jianghu sects.

"I've seen the real headmaster!"

Xin Wang Qiyu stepped forward imposingly, bowed his hands to Song Yuanqiao and saluted.

"Your Highness, you are welcome, Xiaodao is the leader."

With a gentle smile on the bridge, Song Yuan returned the salute to King Xin.

After the two parties saluted, King Xin was about to speak, but he didn't want Song Yuanqiao to step past him and come straight to Zhao Yu behind him.

"Master Zhao, Master has been waiting at Xiaolian Peak for a long time, please..."

Song Yuanqiao came in front of Zhao Yu, holding the disciple salute in his hand, and said respectfully.

Seeing this scene, King Xin had a flash of hostility between his brows.

"it is good!"

Zhao Yu nodded, and walked towards the stone steps on the mountain first, followed by Erha and Jiang Yuyan.

"Your Highness, Xiaodao excuse me."

When passing by King Xin, Song Yuanqiao slapped Jishou quite respectfully.

"Since Song Daxia invited Mr. Zhao to enter the mountain, it happens that this king also wants to go to Nanyang Palace to offer incense, why not go with him?"

King Xin suppressed his anger, and suggested to Song Yuanqiao with a light smile.

There are countless wonders in Wudang, among which there is a cliff in Nanyang Palace. There is a strange rock protruding from the cliff, extending more than ten feet from the cliff.

The extended stone steps are less than one foot wide and narrow. The top of the stone protrusion is shaped like a dragon's head, and on top of the dragon's head, there is an incense burner.

Every year on Zhenwu's birthday, there will be countless devout pilgrims who come here to offer a ray of fragrance at the risk of their own lives.

This is Nanyang Palace Dragon Head Incense.

And on the cliff next door to Longtouxiang, there is also an ancient mahogany sword inlaid. It is said that Lu Zu threw it here when he passed Wudang!
"The Dragon Head Incense of Nanyang Palace is on the cliff, His Highness has a body of ten thousand gold, and the incense is in his heart, as long as he is sincere, His Highness must not risk himself..."

After listening to King Xin's words, Song Yuanqiao frowned slightly, and then politely refused.

"Oh?"

King Xin's face gradually turned down, looking at Song Yuanqiao who was carrying a long sword in front of him, he said with a sneer: "If this king has to go?!"

When I came to Wudang Mountain today, starting from the hexagram stall at the foot of the mountain, King Xin hit the wall again and again.

First it was the fortune-telling magic stick, then Zhao Yu, who didn't know how to be superior, and finally even the bull-nosed Wudang Mountain, he didn't take himself seriously.

It just doesn't make sense! !
Is it true that he, the Dagan vassal king who retired to Nanzhili, is a temperless clay bodhisattva? !

Seeing King Xin's expression changed, Song Yuanqiang smiled indifferently and said, "Since His Highness insists on going, it's not easy to block the trail..."

After finishing speaking, he turned to Zhao Yu and said, "Master Zhao, please don't let Master wait for a long time, please follow Xiaodao!"

As he said that, he walked up the stone steps first and led the way ahead.

Zhao Yu and the others followed closely behind.

"master……"

The accompanying eunuch took a step forward, looked at the ugly-looking King Xin, and asked tentatively.

"Go up the mountain!"

King Xin stared at Song Yuanqiao and Zhao Yu who gradually disappeared on the curved stone steps, and said in a cold voice.

……

One after the other, the two groups walked for about half an hour, and finally came to a vertical stone erected in the middle of the stone steps.

'Untie the sword'

Two dragons and phoenixes are engraved on it.

Zhao Yu looked up at the Jiejian Monument erected in front of Wuzhong Gate.

For a moment, the sword intent that had been silent in his body for a long time seemed to be drawn by the stone tablet in front of him, and stirred up in the acupuncture points around Zhao Yu's body.

"interesting……"

A moment later, the corners of Zhao Yu's mouth curled up slightly, and then he pointed his right hand together to form a sword.

Following the movements of his subordinates, the long sword on Song Yuanqiao's back trembled for an instant.

The sword intent snatched from Ye Gucheng has now become his own!

"Master Zhao's talent in martial arts is as impressive as it is today!"

As soon as Song Yuanqiao stretched out his hand, the long sword behind his back stopped trembling, and he looked at Zhao Yu with a hint of admiration.

It's no wonder Master respected this young man so much.

This comprehension alone, apart from my master, I am afraid that no one in the world can match it!

"Song Daxia won the prize!"

Zhao Yu said that he praised the award, but the expression on his face was not humble at all.

And when Song Yuanqiao praised Zhao Yu, let alone Erha, even Jiang Yuyan curled her lips subconsciously.

Zhao Yu's martial arts talent...

(End of this chapter)