I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

After Sang Chuanjiang got the token, he no longer cared about what happened there.

He found an open space and spread out the token in his palm.

As Sang Chuanjiang activated the internal energy in his body, rays of light flowed on the surface of the simple and ancient token.

Sang Chuanjiang pointed his finger and the token suddenly exploded into a ball of golden mist.

The fog tangled and intertwined into a blurry figure.

The figure's facial features gradually took shape, and it was surprisingly 70% similar to Sang Chuanjiang.

Sang Chuanjiang revealed a trace of sadness, because this was the information engraved by his own brother at the cost of his soul.

If Sang Qingshan had not done this, he would have had many more years to survive.

Sang Chuanjiang did not have much time to mourn. What he needed to do now was to find the murderer behind the murder of Sang Qingshan and bring him to justice to sacrifice his brother.

Then the figures gradually faded away and turned into scenes, which were the scenes of Yan Xiu and Sang Qingshan talking at that time.

Sang Chuanjiang's eyes were fixed on the man in blue shirt with his back to him.

When Yan Xiu turned around, he was face to face with Sang Chuanjiang.

Under his heroic sword-like eyebrows, there were a pair of deep eyes as bright as cold stars, and they met Sang Chuanjiang's eyes.

Yan Xiu's virtual body crossed the Sangchuan River directly and left without looking back.

At this point, the picture instantly became misty and drifted away with the wind.

The token fell to the ground and became covered with cracks, as if it had lost its spirituality and turned into a dead object.

"Da Yuan Dao Zun?"

Sang Chuanjiang stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance and muttering.

Judging from the information left behind by his younger brother Sang Qingshan, this Da Yuan Dao Zun is at an extraordinary level.

Not only did he easily comprehend the art of entering dreams, but he also used the same method against Sang Qingshan, causing Sang Qingshan to fall into the dream constructed for him by Yan Xiu, and thus die at his hands.

Sang Chuanjiang had also heard of the art of entering dreams, and the threshold for practicing it was extremely high.

It took only a few months for this Taoist master to surpass Sang Qingshan, who had mastered this art for a hundred years. This is enough to show his extraordinary talent.

Such a genius would surely achieve great success in the future even if he were placed in the desert, but Sang Chuanjiang did not take it to heart.

So what if you are a genius? In his eyes, you are just a stronger ant.

Along the way, Sang Chuanjiang also experienced the customs and culture of the Yuan Dynasty.

In his eyes, the overall strength of the Great Yuan martial arts world was simply disgraceful. Calling it a mob was a compliment. It was a complete martial arts desert.

Although he didn't understand why his brother fell into the hands of Dayuan Daozun, with the death of Sang Qingshan, all of this no longer mattered.

He gathered his thoughts and prepared to set off for the capital of the Yuan Dynasty to avenge his brother.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a vibration in his waist.

Sang Chuanjiang showed surprise on his face and took it out quickly.

It was an object that was only the size of a palm, small in shape but extremely exquisite.

It looks like a compass, but it is square in appearance, with eight directions and a lot of gray and profound lines engraved on it.

As a trace of true energy flowed into Sang Chuanjiang, the southwest direction began to flicker regularly.

Sang Chuanjiang showed a rare joy on his face, and said, "I didn't expect that there are monsters in such a barren place. It's worth my special trip."

After putting the items away, Sang Chuanjiang thought for a moment and made a choice.

He decided to look for the traces of the monster first. After all, this was a task assigned by the sect and was of top priority.

The object hanging around his waist was given by the sect. It could not only be used to search for traces of monsters, but also to sense the presence of fellow sect members around him.

As for the Great Yuan Daoist Master, let him live a little longer. He can't run away anyway.

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...

Time flies by like a horse passing through the window, and half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

The thirty-sixth year of Zhenghe.

July.

Capital City, Imperial Palace.

Royal Garden.

Tang Zheng lay lazily on the Arhat chair, enjoying the scenery, and seemed to be in a very relaxed and comfortable mood.

Not far away, the two young princes, Tang Chen and Tang Shuo, were competing with each other, and it was difficult to tell who would win.

"Your Majesty is busy with state affairs day and night. It's rare for you to come to my place. Please stay for a while."

Concubine Ning peeled a round and plump grape and fed it to Tang Zheng's mouth, her tone full of resentment.

Recently, the emperor has taken in several new concubines, and the time he spends in Yujing Palace to favor her has gradually become less and less, which makes her feel uneasy.

Although she has two children, Chen'er and Shuo'er, Concubine Ning still dares not let her guard down.

The power struggle in the royal family has always been ruthless. Today she is the high and mighty Concubine Ning, but tomorrow she may lose her glory and become a prisoner.

Tang Zheng rubbed Concubine Ning's soft and boneless palm, and said with a smile: "My beloved concubine, do you feel that I am not treating you equally and that you are wronged?"

When Concubine Ning heard this, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it and looked pitiful.

"Who in the world can decide what the emperor wants to do? I just think that the emperor has been working day and night lately, and I am afraid that you will tire yourself out."

After saying that, she threw her plump body into Tang Zheng's arms and kept twisting.

Tang Zheng rubbed the fullness that he couldn't hold in his hands, without saying anything.

At this moment, an official was walking quickly outside the imperial garden with a solemn look on his face.

He came in front of the emperor and lowered his head slightly to avoid accidentally catching a glimpse of Concubine Ning's exposed figure.

"Your Majesty, there is urgent news!"

"read."

The official hurriedly opened the memorial and quickly told him its contents.

"An urgent report has been received from Qianzhou, Jinzhou, Xipingzhou, Yanzhou and other places, saying that there is a beast tide riot. The situation is unclear. We have sent people to investigate."

"Countless small towns and villages have been hit by the beast tide. Preliminary estimates show that at least one million people have been injured and tens of millions have been displaced. The losses caused are immeasurable."

Tang Zheng frowned upon hearing this and asked, "Where are the cabinet ministers such as Ding Aiqing?"

A matter this important should be handed over to the cabinet first and then handed over to me.

After reading the memorial, the official closed it and bowed his head to reply, "Your Majesty, after Lord Ding learned about this, he personally set off for the disaster area, so he specially ordered me to come and report."

Long before this, Ding Xisheng had reported the unusual movements of the wild beasts to the emperor.

But at that time, Tang Zheng was angry about the matter of the two little princes, so he didn't pay attention to this matter.

As soon as the memorial was delivered to the cabinet, Ding Xisheng read it and immediately left the capital with his men to investigate the situation.

When Tang Zheng heard that Ding Xisheng had already stepped forward to handle the matter, he didn't care too much about it.

Now Ding Xisheng has established his own senate to provide advice to the emperor and handle various complicated government affairs, but the final decision-making power on major government affairs is still in Tang Zheng's hands.

"Since Lord Ding has come forward in person, I think the matter should be resolved. Please leave."

Tang Zheng waved his hand and the officials quietly retreated.