Descendants of Daoism of Daqin

"Go and find a quieter courtyard in Xianyang for Master Zuo Huguo," Ying Zheng ordered.

"Yes, servant girl will do it now." The servant said softly, and then he retreated.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Su Ying thanked Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng waved his hand, "No problem."

The three of them walked in the backyard of Xianyang Palace, Ying Zheng was between them, Su Ying and Gai Nie stepped back half a step behind him.

"Mr. Gai Nie, have you met your junior brother Wei Zhuang since that farewell to Xinzheng?" Su Ying asked Gai Nie.

"Never." Ge Nie shook his head and said.

Su Ying nodded, he looked at Ying Zheng and said, "Your Majesty, Su Ying has a request."

"What request?" Ying Zheng looked back at him.

"This time we are attacking South Korea, Su Ying asked to go with us." Su Ying clasped his fists at Ying Zheng and leaned forward slightly.

Ying Zheng looked at him and nodded, "Yes."

Chapter 37

The next day, the Qin State went to court early.

Wearing a black dragon suit, Ying Zheng sits on the throne, wearing a pearl crown on his head. His face is young but full of arrogance, like a newborn dragon, showing his domineering arrogance.

Across a pool of clear water, there are hundreds of officials of the state of Qin standing below, divided into civil and military forces on the left and right. Wang Jian and Lord Changping stand on both sides. Under the high platform, waiting for the king's order.

"Recently, I came across a strange man, and now I have asked him to be the mage of the left protector of our empire. Today, I will let you all the officials meet." Ying Zheng glanced at the officials below through the beaded crown, and his majestic voice echoed in the hall. Resounding in his heart, now he has the power in his hands, he is not restrained by anyone, and he doesn't need to worry about anyone's thoughts.

"Come here, Xuan." After Ying Zheng said that, the servant at the side shouted out: "The king has ordered that Master Xuanzuo protect the country to enter the palace."

The door of the main hall opened, and in the eyes of all the civil and military officials in the main hall, Su Ying, dressed in white, with ink hair like a waterfall tied behind his head with a blue belt, walked in slowly, with neither fast nor slow steps, neither hurried nor urgent breath. Huan, his eyes are deep and clear, and his whole body exudes an indifferent and simple air, but he looks out of the world.

When all the officials saw Su Ying, they all admired secretly in their hearts.

"It's nothing but appearances." Among the civil and military officials, some people were displeased with the mask on Su Ying's face, and Mr. Changping was one of them.

When Su Ying walked up to a pool of clear water, he bowed his hands to Ying Zheng who was above him: "I have seen you, Your Majesty."

"Well, no courtesy." Ying Zheng nodded, Su Ying got up, and stood aside facing all the civil and military officials.

"This is the Master Zuo Huguo of our state of Qin, you all know him." Ying Zheng looked at the officials below and said slowly.

"I'm here, Su Ying, Su Zige, I've met all my colleagues." Su Ying's eyes swept across the faces of the civil and military officials in the main hall, and then stopped on the faces of Lord Changping, Wang Jian and others.

Lord Changping took a step forward, looked directly at Su Ying and asked, "May I ask where your master came from?"

"Tianzong of Taoism." Su Ying replied.

Daomen Tianzong...

All civil and military officials were shocked.

"Then your Excellency went to Qin to represent the position of the Taoist Tianzong?" Changping Jun asked after being surprised.

Su Ying shook his head: "The master's school is beyond the secular world, only Su Ying is an ordinary person, and Su Ying's visit to Qin this time is only representing himself, and the honor and disgrace he has won has nothing to do with the sect. To tell you the truth, I, the old master of the heavenly sect, is good at divination. It has been calculated that troubled times are coming, and it has been decided to close the mountain for ten years after autumn."

Mr. Changping nodded and stepped back.

"I see that Your Excellency has an extraordinary appearance, and you seem to have a fairy charm all over you. May I ask who is Your Honored Master?" Wang Jian asked.

"The boy is not talented, and the master is Bei Mingzi of the Taoist Tianzong." Su Ying looked at Wang Jian and smiled lightly.

"It turned out to be Master Bei Mingzi..."

"Didn't Master Bei Mingzi of Tianzong haven't had an apprentice for 50 years?"...

All civil and military officials in the arena were shocked when they heard the words.

A look of surprise flashed across Wang Jian's face, "Unexpectedly, Your Excellency is actually a direct disciple of Master Bei Mingzi, no wonder the charm is extraordinary."

"General Wang Jian is overrated."

"General Wang Jian is overrated."

"Okay, now you all know each other. From today on, he will be our Great Qin's Zuo Huguo Master." Ying Zheng said. "Do you have a different opinion?"

All civil and military officials looked at each other, and then said in unison: "I have no objection."

Since then, Su Ying has lived in Xianyang, and the news that there are more Dharma Protectors in the court has spread throughout Xianyang. In the arena of Qin State, it spread to the other six countries.

Along with his fame came the news that the Taoist Tianzong had closed the mountain for ten years.

As soon as these two pieces of news came out, many gossips speculated that Su Ying had misbehavior, loved power and glory, and gave up the sect in order to cling to Qin. Tianzong was disappointed in him, so he wanted to sever ties with him. and so on and so forth...

Anyway, there are very few good things to say about Su Ying.

……

South Korea, Zilan Xuan.

In an elegant room, Wei Zhuang, Nongyu and Zinu sat at the desk, on which there was fine wine and tea.

"He has news." Three years later, Wei Zhuang, whose breath became more calm and sharp, raised his wine glass with disheveled white hair.

Hearing that both Zi Nu and Nong Yu froze, they turned to look at him.