The heavens start from Maoshan

"Brother Dujiao, you and I hit it off right away, why did you hurt your brother's heart and make that enemy angry?"

"In my opinion, big brother, you can put aside the dark and turn to the bright, and work without any effort, just to fool the agreement with that ghost emperor."

"In this way, you and my brother will be spared the sword. At the same time, big brother, you will not lose your position as a prince, wouldn't everyone be happy?"

The one-horned ghost emperor scratched his head and muttered, "It seems to make sense!"

Zhang Heng continued his efforts: "I heard that you like to gamble the most, brother, how about we just gamble?"

"What are you gambling?"

The unicorn ghost emperor is interested.

Zhang Heng asked back, "Brother, what are you most proud of?"

The one-horned ghost emperor said happily: "I can stand up to mountains with strength. If I want to say that I am most proud of myself, it is of course my strength."

Zhang Heng nodded: "Then bet on your strength. I have a man named Sha Liang. I think his strength is stronger than yours. If you lose, please lead the other eleven brothers. Leave the Yellow Tu world for now, come back ten years later, what do you think?"

"I lose?"

"Impossible, I have the ability to follow the sky and the earth. After I grow up, I will be hundreds of feet tall. Even a small mountain can be carried for dozens of steps."

The one-horned ghost emperor looked disdainful: "What is his origin, can he compare his strength with me?"

Zhang Heng smiled without saying a word, and only asked, "Brother Unicorn, do you dare to take a bet?"

"Why don't you dare!"

The one-horned ghost emperor really didn't believe it: "Just as you said, if I lose, I will withdraw the strange treasure and greet the other eleven brothers. If you don't step half a step into the Yellow Tu Realm within ten years, you will lose!" , for the sake of brotherhood between you and me, I won’t embarrass you today, it’s just these words, don’t bring them up again in the future.”

"it is good!"

Zhang Heng said: "Heaven and earth witness, mountains and rivers swear, if you go back on your word..."

The one-horned ghost emperor then said: "Heaven and earth will be destroyed!"

"readily!"

Zhang Heng laughed, and then called Shaliang, and ordered: "Silly Liang, let me, the one-horned brother, see how strong you are."

"Yes, sir."

Silly Liang picked up his hair and lifted himself up.

The moment his feet left the ground, the one-horned ghost emperor was dumbfounded, and everyone was dumbfounded.

Chapter 168: The Fourth Annual Sign

The unicorn ghost emperor lost.

Those who lose will cry.

Picking up your hair and lifting yourself up is just like a joke.

To sum it up in one sentence: I have a few lines of tears, which have not shed for thousands of years, and today will be exhausted by the king, and before the autumn wind.

"Brother Unicorn, don't try anymore?"

"Don't try, don't try."

The one-horned ghost emperor was convinced, and said bluntly: "There is a sky outside the sky, and there are strange things outside the strange. Brother, I have lived for 300 years, and today I understand it!"

"The thing about the bet..."

"Leave it on me, isn't it just to greet other brothers, if you don't enter the Huangtu world within ten years, leave it to me."

The one-horned ghost emperor hid two soft-shelled turtle eggs from the wine table into his bosom: "My dear brother, I won't send you off. Today is all nonsense. I'll keep these two soft-shelled turtle eggs, and I'll have an explanation to the other brothers later." .”

"Brother Unicorn, it's all up to you."

Zhang Heng bowed his hands and said goodbye.

down the mountain.

On the Maoshan airship.

The black guy who hadn't spoken all this time couldn't help asking: "My lord, didn't you come to kill the one-horned ghost emperor?"

"Yes and no."

Looking at Dading Mountain below, Zhang Heng said, "It's easy to kill the one-horned ghost emperor, but the after-effects are very serious. The one-horned ghost emperor is not a lone ranger who runs alone. Killing him will attract the other ten of the twelve monsters." One, when the time comes there will be a fight."

"That's why it's best not to fight with blood or hands. Now the one-horned ghost emperor can lobby the other 11 people to delay the arrival of the twelve monsters in the Yellow Tu Realm by ten years. This is the best policy."

Go up to the army and plan.

For ghosts, ten years is just a blink of an eye.

But for Zhang Heng and Mao Shan, ten years means twenty Huangtian legions, more senior monks, more surrender to ghost emperor and ghost king.

Now to fight the twelve monsters, plus those ghost emperors and ghost kings who are not convinced, a scuffle is inevitable.

Zhang Heng believed that they must be the ones who won the final victory.

However, in the process of leading to victory, there are probably not a few people who died.

Don't rush everything.

Slow down, steady down, there's nothing wrong with that.

Zhang Heng's strategy has always been to guard against haste and impetuosity, if he doesn't come out, he will be done, and if he goes out, he will sweep the world, like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

He believes that as long as he is not in a hurry, someone else will.

When people are in a hurry, it is easy to make mistakes.

This is a game that cannot be regretted. Mistakes made will be reflected on the chessboard.

Zhang Heng knew from the beginning that he would win, but the problem was how to win with the fewest pieces.

The one-horned ghost king with a bruised nose and swollen face came to Zhang Heng for a drink.

After drinking for three rounds, he patted his chest and said: "Don't worry, brother, the other brothers have been persuaded by me, and within ten years, they will not come to trouble you humans."

"Brother Unicorn, please drink this cup to the full."

Zhang Heng picked up the wine glass, and the two drank it down in one gulp.

In the next half a month, sure enough, there was no more news from the Twelve Monsters.

By the way, many ghost emperors in the north have also stabilized a lot.

For a while, the situation was calm, and Huangtu's world was extremely peaceful.

Occasionally ghosts make trouble.

It was also quickly destroyed under the suppression of the ghost divisions in various places and the encirclement and suppression of the local city gods.

Zhang Heng has nothing to do.

Meditate and practice Qi every day, or organize and practice the Huangtian Army.

If his predictions are correct, the world should be peaceful for seven or eight years, and after seven or eight years, the Huangtian Army will be formed, and even if the Northern Ghost Emperor doesn't take action, he will raise troops for the Northern Expedition.

It's more than a month.

When the time came to July and a half, Zhang Heng burned incense and bathed, ushering in the fourth annual signing.

"The first annual signing, signed in the portal of the Republic of China plane."

"For the second annual signing, I signed the Teleportation Stone."

"For the third annual signing, I signed the Taiping Yaoshu."

Zhang Heng muttered in his heart: "What will it be this time?"

Compared with the same daily sign, the monthly sign is the same as teasing you.

Annual signing, never let him down.

Zhang Heng wanted to come to think of it, whether it was panacea, supernatural powers, magic weapons, or fairy clothes, he could accept them all.

"Sign in!"

Zhang Heng said silently in his heart.

"Ding~ Sign in successfully."

"You triggered the annual sign reward and got a portal to the Liaozhai plane."

"Special reminder: This Liaozhai plane is the comprehensive plane of Liaozhai Film and Television."

"Special note: The time flow rate of this world is the same as that of the Minguo plane."

what!

Zhang Heng was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect to sign in for the fourth time, and the sign came to the Liaozhai plane.

Liaozhai!

There is an ancient saying: If you want to talk nonsense, talk about Liaozhai, if you want nonsense, pass on Ji Gong.

Liao Zhai and Ji Gong Chuan are all nonsense, which cannot be believed.

Now, the Liaozhai Plane has been opened, if you don’t believe me, I’m afraid it won’t work.

"good."

Zhang Heng thought for a while.

Now that the Huangtu world is on the right track, they just need to wait for the formation of the Huangtian army, there is not much to worry about.

Taking this opportunity, I can just go to the world of Liaozhai.

In Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio, there are not a few supernatural powers and treasures, and there are also monsters making trouble.

Zhang Heng has never seen a demon.

But I heard that the demon has an inner alchemy, which can be brewed in wine and used as medicine, and alchemy to invigorate qi.

Strong body, strong mana, the most nourishing.

"Right now, the Huangtu world is calm, and there will be no major incidents in a short period of time."

"Stealing half a day's leisure in Fusheng, I just took this opportunity to visit the world of Liaozhai, search for rare treasures, snatch opportunities, fill my door, increase my background, and save myself working behind closed doors all day."

Zhang Heng made up his mind.

After explaining a thing or two about the matter at hand, he went to the world of Liaozhai from the secret room in the name of retreating.

Liaozhai World...

It was raining heavily, and although it was only afternoon, it looked very drowsy.

Zhang Heng's ancient wood forest has a short canopy in the Yin system.

Walk through the jungle and see the green hills.

Taking a closer look, at the foot of the mountain not far away, leaning on the small lake, there is a family lighting lamps.

"The Master said: Learning and learning from time to time, it's not easy to talk about it. It's a pleasure to have friends from afar. People don't know but don't feel stunned. Isn't it a gentleman!"

Zhang Heng listened carefully.

I only heard someone reading in the thatched hut, the sound of wind, rain, and reading, and the sound entered my ears.

After listening for a while, Zhang Heng thought to himself: "Liao Zhai is an ancient world. The exact age of the book is unknown, but it is passed down in the same line as the Huaxia world. Listening to this person's reading is the Analects of Confucius. He should be a young scholar. I happened to go in and chat with him for a while. , find out where this is and what dynasty it is now."

Think of this.

Zhang Heng knocked on the door and said, "Is anyone there? I'm a passerby hiding from the rain."

"Passers-by?"

After half a sound.

A white scholar opened the door.

Opening the door and looking, Zhang Heng was wearing a canopy and his eyes were like stars, which was very extraordinary.

"Looking at a good-looking talent, he shouldn't be a bad guy."

The scholar threw away the short stick in his hand, bowed and said: "I kept you waiting for a long time. I don't go to the village in front of my place, and I don't go to the shop in the back. I thought I met a thief who beat the autumn wind. I'm really rude."

"No problem."