Dafeng's Night Squad

“If I don’t slaughter creatures like the North-guarding King, it’s too difficult to reach the second stage on my own. I’ve been in seclusion for five hundred years, but I still haven’t taken the last step.”

“In order to help me break through, Qing Yang wanted to obtain the earth sect’s lotus root for me to consume,” the old man said nonchalantly.

Xu Qi ‘an immediately turned to look at Cao Qingyang.’ That’s not what you told the various sects. You said that you’ll help martial Union obtain the Lotus roots and that everyone will have lotus seeds to eat every sixty years.’

Cao Qingyang replied, can grow a lotus root.” “You can’t keep them alive.” Xu Qi ‘an reminded.

“That’s none of my business.” Cao Qingyang replied.

Xu Qi ‘an ignored him and looked at the stone gate. “The Lotus can help senior ascend to the second stage?”

“Very likely,” the old man replied.

Even so, he did not personally take action, only giving Cao Qingyang a drop of blood. There was something wrong with this old ancestor of martial Union!

Xu Qi ‘an’s eyes flickered.

“I hope that one day, I will be able to help senior.” He said.

After bidding farewell to martial Union’s old ancestor, he followed Cao Qingyang back to the main peak.

After dusk, a banquet was held at Quanrong mountain. All the sect and sect

leaders attended the banquet.

Xu Qian should have become the main character of the banquet, and Xu baixin was like a fish in water.

In his previous life, he had accompanied the leaders to drink and socialize a lot. When he went to the sea to do business, he had also never left the table. After coming to this world, he cultivated at the palace gates and was a frequent guest of the Imperial Academy.

The cultivation of the banquet and social interaction was comparable to that of a first-grade!

In just a few moments, she had already become friends with martial Union’s sect master and sect master, calling the myriad Flower house’s house master, Xiao yuenu, her elder sister.

Yang cuixue and the others were also very happy. They did not expect Xu yinluo to be so tactful. She was a good drinker who drank until the cup was empty. She did not hesitate to tell everyone about the secrets of the Imperial court.

For example, the beautiful Empress, who was the motherly figure of the country, favored Xu yinluo and wanted to make him the Prince Consort.

For example, he was a frequent visitor to the two princesses ‘residences, and he could even talk about the layout of the princesses’ residences and some private matters of the two princesses.

For example, the director of the Directorate of Celestials was also troubled. His five disciples were all talented and had good words, so the director was worried about them.

For example, chief advisor Wang’s daughter was deeply in love with Xu yinluo’s cousin. For his sake, she did not hesitate to turn against chief advisor Wang.

Of course, the most talked about were the anecdotes of the Academy.

Floating Fragrance Flower chief was good at zither skills, but she was even better at controlling. Ming Yan’s dance was unparalleled, and her figure was soft. Courtesan Xiaoya was well-read, but she was also warm -hearted.

The banquet only ended when they were slightly tipsy.

Xu Qi ‘an carried his saber and walked into his room in the courtyard.

The drunkenness in his eyes immediately disappeared.

after dealing with the matters in the capital and investigating Emperor Yuan jing, I will come to Jianzhou and build up my connections in advance. Only then can. make. name for myself in Jianzhou …

He lit the oil lamp, sat by the table, and drew out the black gold long knife.

Then, he took out a small Jade Mirror, poured out a lotus seed, peeled it, and gently inserted it into the blade.

He didn’t have a Jade box, and even if he did, it wouldn’t be able to hold a four-foot-long blade.

Zhong Li had said that his saber was lacking a weapon spirit. And the Lotus seed could transform into a weapon spirit, pushing this saber to the ranks of peerless divine weapons.

[ PS: I’ve been adjusting my biological clock recently, and I’ve made a sad discovery. ] He would sleep on time every day, and when he woke up the next day, his head would be heavy, and he would be listless the entire day.

Then, after ten O. clock, inspiration came … I used to write in the middle of the night..