Xuan Ning, the old road number, is the master of Taiyi Jiaoliang Mountain State Altar who came to sit in Guangyuan with real life.
The second time, Gao Gong was unfortunately killed in Jiulongling. This time, he came to a deeper place and said directly that Wang Xuan can be dispatched at any time if he needs it.
Wang Xuan knows in his heart that this is what Guangyuan Zhenjun sent behind and he still doesn’t know what to do.
After Zhou Tong told a story last night, Wang Xuan immediately judged that he might be able to enter Wanlong Cave with the mysterious token, but now it was not the right time.
As soon as the Wei family went on strike, the other party’s attitude was not good enough for Longjing to take risks for the time being.
Secondly, the mysterious immortal blood moon true gentleman, fairy city, Xuantiandao, Wei Youdi, ancient Zheng Guo Di Xian … are involved in secret deaths spanning thousands of years.
Wang Xuan feels big when he thinks about it.
Although he is profound now, he is not sure to participate in this matter. It is the policy to continue to accumulate the inside information first.
At 3: 00 noon, the sacrificial ceremony ended, and the secretariat of Bingzhou, Liu Changgeng, took out an imperial edict and read it out.
The name of the new city has finally been decided, and Taikangcheng will be included in the list of the county government of Dayantian Prefecture, and the county magistrate will be in charge of the Yongan government army, while a younger brother of Mojia will be appointed.
After reading the imperial edict, the secretariat of Liu Changgeng went to the stage.
Wang Xuan hand way "thank you, my Lord".
"Need to be polite"
Liu Changgeng, the secretariat, said with a smile, "Wang Duwei’s stability and the state’s suppression of food prices are not only too happy for the sovereign, but also appreciated the naming of a beautiful new city, which shows that there are high hopes in the DPRK."
"Oh?"
Wang Xuan was a little surprised. "Is this Taikang name still said?"
Liu Changgeng smiled and nodded. "The Rites of Rites said that Taikang flourished and threatened all directions. When it was heard that there was an ancient city in the ancient Zhou Dynasty, Taikang was an important place for military reclamation. Only ideal city made the southern evil spirits dare not move. This is a special invitation to the emperor."
Wang Xuan suddenly realized that "the official will be closed and the training will not be slack."
He knows too much. It’s a publicity stunt.
The establishment of the gluttonous army seems to be a foregone conclusion.
After the ceremony, the secretariat of Liu Changgeng took people away in a hurry if he had other needs.
Night arrival is a lively day, and Yong’ an City is quiet.
The government office is still lit.
Mo Qingrou made some delicious side dishes. After a busy day, the couple finally had leisure time.
"Husband, you can have a rest …"
Mo Qingrou personally poured him a glass of wine. "Last year, I made wine in the early snow, and today I just invited my husband to taste it."
The liquor is clear and hops are like broken snow.
Wang Xuan gulped it down and couldn’t help but praise, "Good entrance and mellow taste. Madam’s craftsmanship is really good."
Mo Qing shook his head softly and said, "My husband joked that I haven’t cultivated five flavors yet. This year, I learned the wine offering method with Master Zhu and the alchemy method with real people, which will surely make a real spirit wine."
Wang Xuan laughed. "Madam, it makes my heart itch now. Isn’t it torture to wait until next year?"
"Year after year always have a hope …"
Mo Qing smiled softly over her mouth, but her eyes flashed a dim light. "My husband, Rou Er, may be able to enter the five-qi dynasty in years."
"This is a good thing!"
Wang Xuan was first pleased, but when he looked at Mo Qing’s soft look, he suddenly realized that he shook his head and smiled, "Five qi was born in Yuan Dynasty, and he lived for over a hundred years, but his face was not old. Rou Er’s qualification has been refined for ten years, and it may be possible to increase his life by three hundred."
"Rou Er feels that he enjoys a long life and I am already a cup of loess. Is it uncomfortable?"
Some things will go wrong after all. Now that Wang Xuan has established a solid foundation, he simply chooses.
Mo Qing’s soft eyes are dim. "Everyone knows that life is long and good, but if one person is lonely, like a dead stone, it will be beautiful and I will do it?"
Wang Xuan a warm heart.
He is not a lonely man. Since he came to this world, he has been accompanied by his brothers in the army and his gentle wife. Although there are difficulties and obstacles, demons are raging, but he has never been lonely.
Thought of here, I will gently hold Mo Qing’s soft hand, "Don’t worry, this world of mortals is beautiful and I can’t bear to leave."
Said the somberly way, "Shifu has a big secret and can’t let others know."
"In my dream, it is not illusory that I have been made a breakthrough by making a military commander’s law, and it takes three souls and seven spirits to condense the double cultivation of evil wheel life and two kinds of immortality …"
Mo Qingrou has some words: "My husband needs to say that since ancient times, military strategists have lived forever, and even those who have achieved seven-spirit evil wheels are rare. There is no such thing as three-soul evil wheels."
Wang Xuan Zheng Se said, "That’s the loss of the military. In my dream, the vast knowledge of different people is also the longevity of the military. Otherwise, what have I achieved since I came here?"
This MoQing soft also some with a grain of salt.
Wang Xuan was still down and out two years ago, but now it has not only risen rapidly, but also many military strategists are famous for their ingenious methods.
Many people have suspected that there is a shocking legacy, but which one dares to ask more about Wang Xuan’s current status?
After all, it’s a matter of life and death to seize people’s inheritance.
The Wei family wants to seize the Dragon Crystal and the Golden Feather Arrow, and Yong ‘an is desperate.
Mo Qingrou is a little hard to believe. "Can my husband remember the names of strangers?"
Wang Xuan arched his hand and said, "Ride the Tiger Mountain and Name the Ghost Valley!"
Then I picked up some ancient books about the deeds of Guigu.
Mo Qingrou completely believes that after all, stories can be made up, but classics are wisdom, and everyone can see the truth and falsehood.
"Husband, good luck …"