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Chapter 48 Mourning Soul Terrace: Provocation!

Among the ministers, many of them originally accepted the benefits of the young master of the Demon Sect in advance. Although they agreed at that time that they had the opportunity to help me say something, the opportunity came so soon, which was something they had never thought of.

But no matter what, it is natural to take money and help others to speak, and they don’t lose anything. After all, it was Princess Fusang who got married, not them... So they all advised Mrs. Zhang'e.

Mrs. Zhang E always feels unwilling to accept it. After a long time, I put away a treasure knife and caused such trouble. In the end, I have to return the treasure knife to him?

She rubbed the sun and said with a headache: "I'll think about it again, I'll think about it again!"

The selection of a husband by Princess Fusang was originally the thing that everyone is most concerned about at the moment. That night, the news spread throughout the capital like a strong wind, and it also spread out. Xiao Jiang, the young leader of the Demon Sect, was just a Moro. Such words were repeatedly mentioned by countless people in every corner.

Some people are unwilling to do so, some are confused, some are angry, and some are standing aside and watching jokes without any matter. Due to the status of Fusang trees in the minds of the people at the bottom of the Donghua Territory, and the Fusang trees that should have died, the strange thing happened again, the reputation of Fusang Princess Fusang among the people naturally also rose. At this moment, the matter about her future husband is a Moro, and the fluctuations caused are intertwined and repeated, just like various turbulent flows opened because of the same opening, and they could not stop.

At this time, the young Moro who caused this series of fluctuations had already fallen asleep in peace, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

In a luxurious mansion in the distance, Huang Huan, who temporarily lived there, welcomed a guest he unexpectedly saw.

It rained a little in the morning, and the water in the early morning dissipated at an extremely fast speed. In the east of the Donghua Domain... the sun slowly rose in the direction of the Fusang tree.

"When did you come to Donghua Domain?" Huang Huan stared at the visitor.

"My master made such a bet with the four pavilions, so my master was naturally not relieved and sent me to see the situation." He said, "I heard that Mrs. Zhang'e really chose that boy to become Princess Fusang's future husband? Brother Huanghuan was also in Baoxiang Pavilion last night? What happened?"

The one who suddenly came here to see Huang Huan was Long Yaling, the disciple of Elder Huang of Juan Pavilion. He looked at Huang Huan with some confusion. Obviously, the current situation made him a little puzzled.

Among the four halls of Mid Du, the disciples of different halls, although they are the same sects, are not called brothers. Huang Huan and Long Yaling are both elected people in the Demonic Conquest, and their previous positions are naturally mostly hostile to each other. But at this time, both of them were losers in the Demonic Conquest, and they are somewhat sympathetic.

Hearing the Long Yaling's inquiry, Huang Huan frowned and said, "The situation at that time was a bit strange, and I can't tell what was going on..." He told the situation in Baoxiang Pavilion at that time.

Long Yaling said: "I am really worth it for Brother Huang Huan. No matter whether it is family background or other things, that kid is far inferior to Brother Huang Huan. During the Demonic Contest, you are obviously the Emperor Huan, and you have the best chance, but he got the Destroyed Demonic Power. This time, even though Brother Ming Huang Huan, you will be the first, you will be wronged by Brother Huang Huan."

Huang Huan sat there, holding the edge of the stone table, subconsciously grasping it with his palm, and stone marks appeared on the stone table, obviously being aroused by the Dragon Tooth Spirit. He suppressed his anger: "That was chosen by the princess himself, no one can..."

Long Yaling whispered: "Didn't Brother Huang Huan expect that there is actually a ghost in the middle?"

Huang Huan said: "What the hell can it be? That kid and the princess are meeting for the first time..."

Long Yaling said: "Brother Huang Huan, you are too honest and too easy to be deceived. Brother Huang Huan, have you never thought about one thing? Why did that kid give the Heaven-Slaying as a gift to Mrs. Zhang E?"

Huang Huan said: "This..."

Long Yaling said: "Brother Huang Huan, no matter how dissatisfied the boy, this time, the boy came here in the name of the envoy sent by the Demon Sect to congratulate Mrs. Zhang'e. How grand is my Demon Sect? How could he be stingy on the gift? I prepared several carts of gifts at that time, didn't I know? Even if the boy sold all the gifts and lost some, he had definitely received a lot of gold coins. Where did those gold coins go? Why did the boy force him to the point of sending Shi Tianxing as a gift?"

Huang Huan's thoughts were slightly moved, and he had to admit that this was indeed a big problem. As Long Yaling said, no matter what the elders meant, since they wanted to congratulate Mrs. Zhang'e, the gifts they gave were never small. In this regard, the Demon Sect has never been stingy. Even if the gifts from those big carts were sold at a discount, it was not a small amount. Where did the kid squander?

He said, "You mean..."

Long Yaling whispered: "Brother Huang Huan, do you know that when this kid entered the capital, he had entered the nearby Moro military camp, and then set up a line to give gifts everywhere? All the gifts that should have been given to his wife were given to the ministers around her. Why didn't the wife pursue the holidays between the country and my Demon Sect and allow him to enter the capital? It was because someone around her took his benefits, took money, and spoke to others. Although I don't know the princess

Is there someone around him bribed him? But, Brother Huang Huan, you think, the princess asked a question, and everyone answered only one sentence, is it possible that the princess likes him like this? I think before that, many people had already taken his money and helped him to make a lot of confused soup for the princess, or he had already discovered the princess' preferences through bribery, and knew that the princess liked people who were unique, so she made unique words on the table to attract the princess."

Huang Huan looked angry: "This, this kid cheats..."

Long Yaling sighed: "I'm afraid he cheated not like this. Now everyone is guessing that he is the sect leader's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect

I don’t know if he has any shameful relationship with the sect leader, and I have personally given him and received them. Now I am secretly bribing and cheating. If this bastard had not bribed the people around the princess in advance, the princess was innocent and deceived, now she might be the head of your bed, Brother Huang Huan, the great demonic power of destroying the heavenly sword, and the position of the sect leader in the future will be yours. After all, it is because this kid is shameless, Brother Huang Huan, you are too honest. In fact, what can he do if he kills him with one knife? He is just bullying Brother Huang Huan, you dare not take action..."

Huang Huan suddenly stood up and was about to step outside. Suddenly, he frowned, turned around, and sneered: "Brother, you said the same to Yang Hun at that time, right?"

Longyaling said with a righteous spirit: "Brother Huang Huan, why did you say that?"

Huang Huan sneered, "Don't think I don't know. Before Yang Hun came to the mountain, you had seen Yang Hun before you found that boy. You didn't do it yourself, but you wanted to encourage me to kill him like Yang Hun? You thought so well. At that time, Yang Hun couldn't kill him, but you wanted me to die at this time?"

Long Yaling said helplessly: "Brother Huang Huan, you are thinking too much. What does Yang Hun matter have to do with me? Besides, at that time, that boy held the Heavenly Sword Xing in his hand. The Heavenly Sword Xing cooperated with the Great Demonic Art of Destruction, and his strength doubled. At this time, he was not in his hand. At most, he was the fourth-level Great Destruction Art of Destruction. How could he be your opponent of Brother Huang Huan? But I also think, Brother Huang Huan, you should not cause trouble for him. When you were in the Destruction Cave, you could not fight for him. When you were in the Baoxiang Pavilion, you still couldn't fight for him. I also know that Brother Huang Huan, you were afraid of him..."

Huang Huan continued to sneer: "It's my business if you are afraid of him, but don't treat me as a fool who can be used by you at will. Get out of here."

Long Yaling whispered: "Brother Huang Huan, you misunderstood me. I just want to advise you to endure if you can. Although that kid is rampant, he is the young sect leader after all. If he endures like a turtle, he will actually pass. Since Brother Huang Huan himself thinks this way, I will feel relieved. I will say goodbye now." After saying that, he left.

After leaving the mansion, Long Yaling turned around and saw that there was no movement behind him. So he snorted and got into a luxurious carriage. Next to the carriage, an old man said, "Young Master, where are you going now?"

The Long Yaling's eyes flashed, and then said, "Prepare a generous gift, let's visit Prince Senluo of the West Ghost."

In the morning, Xiao Jiang did not go out, but was just lying on the bed and reading a book.

The entire Shura Demon Realm is extremely prosperous, but the literary way is not very popular. Only the Donghua Realm is slightly better, so you can also buy some books that you cannot buy from other places.

Although there are also similar "paper" in the Shura world, the paper here is extremely rough. Although it is possible to learn and practice calligraphy, it cannot be preserved for a long time and cannot be used as the production of books. The books here mainly use a kind of animal skin that is not on the mainland of China. In addition, because it can be said that it is useless in printing, the books mainly rely on hand-copying, and each book is quite expensive.

In China, the extreme emphasis on culture and over military affairs naturally inevitably arises many problems. When Confucianism and Taoism collapsed, they faced the invasion of barbarians and barbarians, and they had almost no power to fight back. However, in the Shura world, due to the extreme disparity in personal force and the characteristics of the feudal system, the transitional emphasis on martial arts and over civilized literature is actually like the barbarians in the mainland of China. Although their force is strong, they are extremely backward in civilization and culture.

However, between heaven and earth, civilization is not always able to defeat barbarism, just like the Mongolians destroyed the Song Dynasty in a certain world history, and the Qing Dynasty entered the pass, violence brought victory, but the process of civilization was interrupted. This also shows another problem. "civilization" that cannot make its country and nation powerful has great problems, because it restrains itself in various ways, but cannot restrain the enemy.

After all, we cannot count on the mercy of our enemies. The prerequisite for protecting our own civilization is to make ourselves stronger than all barbaric enemies.

There is no habit of recording history in the Shura world, which makes Xiao Jiang unable to conduct systematic research on the world and its major domains by relying solely on history books. Despite this, clues of its development can still be seen from many records or stories. Of course, it is not a simple matter to purify the truth of history from it. However, the Shura demon itself has a long lifespan, coupled with the relatively slow historical development under the strong suppression of the Demon Emperor, which has not shown too many "faults" in various records. It is possible to conduct research through scientific methods of analysis and induction.

Although my sister had already arrived at the capital of Eguo at this time, Xiao Jiang, who was at the focus of everyone's attention, did not intend to contact her at this time. He was just like this, and he was idle, looking through the various books he bought. It was not until the afternoon, and suddenly, he closed the books made of animal skin and sneered... It seemed that he had trouble coming to him.

When he first entered the Shura realm, because he did not know the world, he was actually cautious at that time. He might be an arrogant person, but the premise of being arrogant is originally strong self-confidence. He also knows that the basis of self-confidence lies in his understanding of himself and his grasp of the enemy. If he cannot know himself or his enemy, it is not true self-confidence, but purely ignorant arrogance.

He dared to be arrogant because he had seen clearly the backwardness and ignorance hidden in this seemingly powerful world. Its power did not come from its advancedness, but because of its barbarity. Such power can be said to be full of loopholes in the eyes of him, who was originally a time traveler.

"What do you want to do?" The fierce scolding of Jianshang came from outside.

Then there was a loud bang, and the magic power burst out, and even the ground shook. "Call that little bastard!" A roar full of madness and anger spread out with the explosive magic power, causing the surrounding streets and alleys to shake.

There was a hint of mockery on the corner of the young man's mouth. This was the voice of Prince Senluo, one of the twelve princes of the Western Ghost Treasure Seal.
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