Fantasy: When I encounter strength, I become stronger. My cultivation level has no upper limit.

"That's good." Ye Junlin looked pleased.

Then, the two of them left in cheers.

Hong Qianye's face was not angry, and she had already greeted Ye Junlin's eighteen generations of ancestors in her heart.

in the hall.

Emperor Wei, who was dressed in a dragon robe, sat on the dragon chair and looked at the memorial presented by the minister. His old face was solemn and his brows were furrowed into a deep "Sichuan".

All civil and military officials lowered their heads, and the atmosphere was very depressing.

"Hey!"

After a long time, a helpless sigh came.

Emperor Wei threw away the memorial in his hand, rubbed his brows, and said bitterly: "If this continues, my great country will soon be destroyed by evil spirits!"

The death toll in this memorial is shocking.

The original population of the Wei Dynasty was 8000 million. In recent years, the population has dropped sharply by more than 3000 million, and the trend is getting worse.

People in the country are panicked and in turmoil.

In this regard, the court was helpless and at a loss.

"Your Majesty, our Wei State relies on the Xuantian Sect, and I believe the immortal masters there will not ignore it."

A minister comforted him.

"Xuantianzong..."

Emperor Wei shook his head and smiled bitterly, with a look of disappointment on his face.

A few years ago, Xuantian Sect also sent a team to find out the situation, but that team disappeared not long after arriving in Wei State.

Later, he could only watch helplessly as the situation became more and more serious.

As for Xuantian Sect, there has been no progress since that time.

Can Wei still rely on such a sect?

"Father! Father!"

A shout like a silver bell sounded.

Outside the court, a little princess who was about 13 years old ran in. Her skin was delicate and white, and looking at her pretty face, she was definitely a beauty.

"Ling'er, why are you..." Emperor Wei was confused.

This was his beloved little daughter. If someone else had been so reckless, she would have been dragged down and beheaded.

The little princess waved a letter in her hand, with a joyful smile on her face, "It's the second brother, the second brother has news!"

"It's the second prince!"

The ministers looked surprised.

The second son of Emperor Wei was selected by the immortal master of Xuantian Sect in his early years. He has been staying in Xuantian Sect these years. This is known to everyone in the court.

You know, the Immortal Sect has always valued qualifications when recruiting disciples.

Even if you are a prince, general or a descendant of a royal family, it will be useless if your qualifications are not up to standard.

Moreover, Xuantian Sect selects its disciples very strictly and prohibits any activities involving relatives or connections.

and so.

Not to mention how happy Emperor Wei was when the second prince was selected, he directly granted amnesty to the whole world that year, and the whole world celebrated!

However, over the years, the second prince became obsessed with cultivating immortals and gradually lost contact with the Kingdom of Wei.

Now, a letter was sent suddenly, which surprised all the ministers.

"Let me see what the letter says!"

Emperor Wei took the letter from his daughter and quickly opened it and read it.

When he saw the contents of the letter, Emperor Wei couldn't help but open his eyes wide, his face became filled with excitement, and he slapped the table and laughed.

"Hahaha, okay!"

This move made the ministers look at each other in confusion, "Your Majesty, what are you doing..."

Emperor Wei said excitedly: "My son said in the letter that Xuantian Sect attaches great importance to the strange phenomena that occurred in Wei State. It is very likely that the master of Piaomiao Peak will be sent to solve it personally this time. Let us be calm and wait for good news. !”

heard.

All civil and military officials looked excited.

Although they are ordinary people, they hold high positions and have channels to receive news about the competition between various sects in Huangzhou.

According to rumors, Xuantian Sect was able to destroy Fenglei Sect because of the master of Piaomiao Peak, Ye Junlin.

That was a great monk in the Nascent Soul stage!

With the terrifying power to move mountains and reclaim seas, he is no different from an immortal in the eyes of the secular world.

And now, this Peak Master Ye is about to come in person to help the Wei State tide over the difficulties. Can they not be excited?

Wei Emperor Long Yan was overjoyed. This is the most gratifying news I have heard in the past few years.

"Ling'er, we in the State of Wei can be saved."

Emperor Wei picked up the little princess and kissed her face again and again.

"Whee!"

The little princess smiled with crooked eyebrows and a very cute expression.

Sudden.

A guard ran in in a panic, "Your Majesty! Two immortals are coming outside!"

"It must be the immortal master of Xuantian Sect!"

"Dear dear friends, follow me quickly to greet you!"

Emperor Wei said in surprise.

In the palace.

Colorful auspicious clouds filled the sky. Amid countless shocked gazes, two figures shrouded the auspicious glow and fell on the square.

"Xiaohong, do you think it's very cool to choose such an appearance for your teacher?"

Ye Junlin put his hands behind his back and said proudly.

He just wants to create a big battle to lure the snake out of its hole.

Hong Qianye glanced at Ye Junlin with disdain, and secretly said in her heart: "Childish!"

But on the surface, he still handed it over politely: "Master is wise, and my disciple thinks so too."

"Welcome the Immortal Master!"

In the palace, Emperor Wei led all the civil and military officials out of the palace in a hurry and knelt down to worship Ye Junlin and Hong Qianye.

To them, this is an immortal who can destroy heaven and earth, and is not bound by all the rules of the secular world.

Emperor Wei carefully looked at the silver-haired young man, and his inner joy was even greater.

According to the description in the letter, the master of Piaomiao Peak has a signature long silver-white hair, which perfectly matches the image and characteristics of the person in front of him.

It seems that this is undoubtedly Master Ye.

Turning his gaze to Hong Qianye, Emperor Wei's heart was shocked.

Even though he has three thousand beauties in his harem, compared with this woman, they are simply worlds apart.

"This is the most beautiful thing in the world..."

Emperor Wei sighed secretly.

After all, he was accompanying Ye Junlin. Of course, he didn't dare to think anything wrong. He even felt that looking at her more would be blasphemy against this fairy.

"Cough cough."

Ye Junlin cleared his throat, and his majestic voice was infused with magic power and continued to echo in all directions, "I am here to solve the crisis in Wei State. You don't have to worry anymore."

"On behalf of the people of Wei State, I would like to thank the Immortal!!"

Emperor Wei shouted excitedly.

In the palace, everyone was kneeling on the ground and placing their hopes on Ye Junlin.

"Get up."

Ye Junlin raised his hand, and an invisible force spread, gently lifting Wei Di and the others from the ground.

"Exalted Immortal, if you have any requests, just ask." Emperor Wei said respectfully.

"Arrange a place for my master and apprentice to live."

"this way please!"

Emperor Wei stretched out his hand and secretly glanced at Hong Qianye who was passing by. It turned out that this fairy was the disciple of the Supreme Immortal.

The little princess hid behind Emperor Wei, looking at Hong Qianye's beautiful face, and secretly said in her heart:

"This sister is so beautiful. I wish I could be as beautiful as her when I grow up."

From the beginning to the end, Hong Qianye's face was cold, and she didn't even bother to look at this group of people.

In his eyes, the Wei emperor, the civil and military officials, and even the people of the entire Wei state were all ants, with no difference at all.

He only came because he wanted to find out the true identity of the culprit behind the scenes.

Jingtai Palace.

The palace is magnificent, warm in winter and cool in summer.

This place was built by Emperor Wei who spent huge sums of money and spent many years on it. He liked to stay here and enjoy himself on weekdays. Now it is given over to Ye Junlin and Hong Qianye.

"Step back, I have something to tell you."

"It is my honor to serve the Immortal."

Emperor Wei did not dare to stay any longer and respectfully resigned.

creak.

The coffin is closed.

Ye Junlin sat down on the recliner made of thousand-year-old nanmu. He reached out and picked up the grapes in the fruit plate and put them into his mouth, eating them with relish.

His careless demeanor at this time was completely opposite to his dignified demeanor just now.

Hong Qianye couldn't bear to look at him. This was the most unscrupulous god-forming monk he had ever encountered.

And what made him most speechless was.

Other monks would basically sit cross-legged and meditate, focusing on spiritual practice and so on.

This guy indulges in eating, drinking and having fun all day long and has no intention of practicing hard at all.

How did someone so tired and lazy practice to become a god?

"Humph, that's fine. According to this progress, I will soon be able to crush him in terms of cultivation, and I will be more confident when I take action."

Hong Qianye said secretly.

If Ye Junlin heard what he was thinking, he would laugh unkindly and cry like a goose.

Practice hard?

Labor and management are directly on the same level. Realm and other things are all dependent on touching porcelain. Kung Fu and magical powers will also be automatically upgraded by hanging up.

Tell me, does my hard work work?

Moreover.

Being able to insist on lying flat is not a kind of effort?

At this time, Ye Junlin took off his cloud-patterned combat boots, and suddenly there was a wooden basin under his feet, with steaming warm water in the wooden basin.

He put his feet in gently and let out a comfortable moan.

Just when Hong Qianye was even more contemptuous, a voice slowly came into her ears,

"Xiaohong, come and wash my master's feet."

Hong Qianye's expression froze, and she almost suspected that her ears had misheard. Veins suddenly burst out on her forehead, and anger arose in her heart.

"What did you say?!!"

I am the leader of the Fire Worshiping Demon Cult, and I actually want to wash the feet of someone like you?

Don't go too far!

Hong Qianye's eyes were full of coldness, and she stood there motionless, ignoring him.

Ye Junlin raised his eyebrows, "Where is the person? Come here!"

"Why?"

face questioning.

Ye Junlin sighed: "Being a teacher for one day and a father for life, isn't that enough?"

"Be good, son, wash daddy's feet quickly."