The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

Zhang Zhongliang smiled and gestured to Wang Que to look elsewhere: "Do you see those two men and one woman? Those three are the strongest martial arts geniuses of the younger generation."

"The two men are Wei Kaixiang and Fu Wantong, and the woman is Duan Hongzhi. They are also in the middle stage of the Earth Bridge."

Wang Que nodded: "Then what will happen if they fight against the five people in front?"

Zhang Zhongliang thought without hesitation: "If a martial artist is allowed to get close to a spiritualist, the spiritualist will lose. If a martial artist cannot get close, the martial artist will lose. They have never fought to the death, so the specific result is unknown."

"But if we only talk about the competition in the ring... Nan Yinghua is the strongest, and those three are the strongest. Even a martial artist could hardly get close to her in a one-on-one situation. "

"So that's it, then they are equally strong." Wang Que said, looking at several bald men in monk robes: "Master Zhang, are those from Chanyin Temple?"

Zhang Zhongliang hummed: "The younger generation of Chanyin Temple is the 'heart' generation, and there are only three strongest people in their generation, namely Master Xinyuan, Master Xinjing and Master Xinwu."

"Masters are equivalent to spiritual practitioners, and monks are equivalent to martial artists, but they usually don't go out, and don't even participate in some competitions. However, the Buddhist sect is very strong, and they are more difficult to deal with."

Wang Que asked: "Master Zhang, after saying so much, what about your Yunxiao Academy?"

Zhang Zhongliang smiled slightly: "As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. We literati need to accumulate and continue to settle down, so we are more talented as we get older."

"The young generation refers to those under fifty years old, but for us literati, fifty years old is just the beginning, but you are an exception."

Wang Que waved his hand hurriedly: "Master Zhang, you are too kind, I am not even close to that."

Zhang Zhongliang shook his head: "No, you can write a seven-color poem that spreads across the world, this is something that only great scholars can do, and you are only in your twenties. Even as an old man, I can only write a six-color poem that protects the country, so you don't have to be so modest."

"Master Zhang is really too kind. , I am just lucky, just lucky. "

Zhang Zhongliang smiled: "There is no such thing as luck in literary talent. If we really want to talk about the top stream of our Yunxiao Academy, then you are the current number one of our Yunxiao Academy, and also the representative leader of our Yunxiao Academy."

Wang Que felt a headache when he heard this: "Master Zhang, I am not from Yunxiao Academy, how can I be considered a member of Yunxiao Academy? I am a spiritual cultivator, a spiritual cultivator in the middle stage of Yuandan."

Zhang Zhongliang took out a token from his sleeve: "This is the identity token I just made yesterday, for you."

Wang Que took the token with doubts, and saw two big words written on it: Wang Que!

Turn to the back and see: Master of Yunxiao Academy.

Wang Que glared at these six words: "Master Zhang, when did I become a teacher?"

Zhang Zhongliang smiled and said: "You have this ability, this is considered low, I guess you don't need to go there tonight, your status will be upgraded, wait and see."

"Don't do it, Master Zhang, I really don't have the ability to be a teacher to others."

Zhang Zhongliang didn't reply to Wang Que's words, he pointed to the young man on the other side of him and said: "This is the most talented person in our Yunxiao Academy, Lv Wenbin, a scholar from Diqiao Realm."

As soon as these words came out, Lv Wenbin, who had been prepared for a long time, showed a gentlemanly smile, clasped his fists and bowed his head: "I have seen the teacher, Master Wang, please accept my greetings. . "

Wang Que's Adam's apple moved. Facing this situation, he didn't know what to say...

"Lv Wenbin, right? Brother Lu, get up quickly. No need to be polite."

Lv Wenbin hurriedly said, "I dare not, I dare not be arrogant. The teacher is joking with me. You can just call me Wenbin."

Zhang Zhongliang smiled and looked at Wang Que, "Yun Yang, this is the rule of us scholars. Etiquette cannot be abolished. Just call him Wenbin, otherwise he won't dare to get up."

Wang Que could only speak helplessly at this moment, "Okay, Wenbin..."

"Hey, meet the teacher." Lv Wenbin raised his head and retracted his fist.

Several people whispered, and soon, it was eight o'clock.

As eight o'clock arrived, the voices in the field gradually disappeared. Soon, the golden armored guards came from a distance. Among the guards, there was a golden-topped dragon sedan chair!

The dragon sedan chair came to the banquet platform. As the curtain of the sedan chair was opened, the shouts from the audience below the platform rolled up like a torrent: "Long live the emperor!"

Wang Que was confused in the crowd but was still shocked.

Among the thousands of people at the banquet, at least half of them were at the lowest level of Chongxu Realm.

Except for those at the Chongxu Realm, the guards here were at the lowest level of Tianqiao Realm. There was only one person like him who was in the middle stage of Yuandan Realm!

At this moment, so many powerful people were shouting long live. This kind of scene... I am afraid that there would be no one in the world.There aren't many people below this level, right?

"My dear ministers, please stand up." A deep and vicissitudes voice came from the top. Although the voice was old, the power contained in it was shocking.

Such emperors with a thousand years of national fortune can kill cultivators below the Sky Bridge Realm with just a glance.

"Thank you, long live." The voice sounded again, and thousands of people slowly raised their heads.

On the high platform, the Yunlong Emperor in dragon robe smiled slightly: "It's the annual imperial banquet again. How many imperial banquets have I hosted?"

On the right side of the high platform, the fat Right Prime Minister Qi Yuehai smiled respectfully: "Your Majesty, this year is the 1,137th imperial banquet you hosted."

The Yunlong Emperor laughed loudly: "One thousand, one hundred and thirty-seven years? Time flies, and the emperor is old."

The Right Prime Minister hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, you are still in your prime."

The Yunlong Emperor was very pleased: "Qi Aiqing is still as talkative as ever, but this emperor has no hope of breaking through the transcendent realm... I only have less than a few decades of life left."

What else did Qi Yuehai want to say? But Emperor Yunlong spoke again: "Although I don't have much time left, I am very pleased now."

"As for why I am pleased, it is because I have successfully become a reformer!"

"Looking through endless history books, the dynasties have changed, and the royal family has been bloody."

"But since this emperor, the royal family is no longer bloody, and the throne does not necessarily have to be bloody."

"Now my son Chengrui can stand out among the seventeen sons of this emperor, and this emperor is very pleased!"

After the voice fell, the audience applauded, and at the same time, a chorus of shouts rang out: "Congratulations to the emperor, congratulations to the prince, long live the emperor, long live the prince, a thousand years, a thousand years, a thousand years!"

Emperor Yunlong laughed, and Zhou Chengrui laughed after seeing his father laughing.

Until this moment, the imperial city was extremely calm, as if the fourth prince was really crazy.

The Fourth Prince's residence was also extremely peaceful at the moment. The guards who had been guarding him a few days ago were nowhere to be seen.

This was a good opportunity to launch a mutiny, but even such a good opportunity... The Fourth Prince Zhou Chengqian was naked, rolling around in the snow and eating snow like a fool...

At the Emperor's New Year Banquet, according to the process, it was time to offer gifts and rewards.

And according to the rules, the gifts and rewards were distinguished by respect and inferiority.

This respect and inferiority... was based on status.

According to status, the first batch was offered to Emperor Yunlong, and the second batch was offered to Crown Prince Zhou Chengrui.

And the order of offering gifts was also particular, from high to low status...

On the high platform, the gifts offered by the dignitaries were colorful and dazzling.

An hour later, it was finally Crown Prince Zhou Chengrui's turn to offer gifts.

According to the order of honor and inferiority in presenting gifts to the crown prince, the first presenter should be the right prime minister, the second should be the left prime minister, and then the others in turn.

Yes!

Zhou Chengrui smiled and stood up, bowed to Emperor Yunlong, and said loudly: "Father, I heard that there is a talented man in Yunxiao Academy who wants to present a poem to me. Father knows that I love poetry. I want to see the poem presented by that talented man first. Father, please take a look........."