Master of Untold Daos

Chen Mingxin said that Xianlin was going to make any kind of moth, but Chen was also lazy. Genius thoughts like Xianlin proved that such a mortal person could not be measured.

After a while, Zhen finally found out what Xianlin's new ideas were. Xianlin took Zhen Lin to the cicada room and introduced him to Zhen: “Your Majesty, before you, is my latest research on the integration of fairies. This fairy, with all the abilities needed by practitioners, is just a trip home, killing people and overtaking goods, a must! ”

Chen Ming looked at the past in the direction of Xianlin's finger. He saw that there was a hill in front of him. All hundreds of general weapons were in it. Dan furnace, battleship, gourd, dan medicine, all stacked together, and piled up into a hill.

This is called Immortal Integration?

I don't think it's going to cost you 3,000 lives!

Chen Ming reached out and patted Xianlin's shoulder. He looked at Xianlin with a very serious look. His eyes were filled with sympathy, "Your Majesty..."

Chen Ming said: “It's okay, Xianlin, you don't have to say anything. I'll satisfy you with anything you need now! ”

Everyone is going insane. While he is still awake, he has not completely lost his mind. Try to satisfy his wishes.

Xianlin said: "Well, Your Majesty, I want to invest more in research... ”

Before Xianlin finished, Zhen said directly: “Batch, I've got all of them! Come on, get your application. ”

Xianlin was somewhat embarrassed to apply for his funds, and then embarrassed to say, "Your Majesty, this time a little more. ”

Chang Ming waved his hand and took out his big imprint, so he covered it up directly and couldn't even look at it!

Chen Ming continued: “Do well, I won't forget you. ”

At the end of Chen Ming Dao, he went straight away.

Xianlin looked at the big red stamp on the funding application in his hand and was moved. “His Majesty didn't even look at it. His Majesty trusted me so much, I must not disappoint His Majesty! ”

Other researchers also looked at this dahir and did their utmost to nod their heads, "Well, we wait, we must not live up to His Majesty's expectations! ”

Xianlin nodded and said, "Okay, don't put these raw materials together, let's get started! ”

Time passes so slowly, between eyes, thirty years have passed.

Ten years, for the Emperor, it was just a blink of an eye, but for the Swallow, it was a giant leap.

All martial arts generals have been replaced by martial arts, and all civil servants have been replaced by spiritual practitioners.

Today, outside the gates of the vast academy, endless civil servants arrive in the early morning. Today is a special day. Today, it is the head of the civil service, the day of the winding up of anger.

Chen Ming once said that the head of the civil servant, the position of the left phase, will still be reserved for the whistle. When the whistle finishes, it is when the whistle reaches the position of the left phase.

At this point, the position of the left phase has also been suspended for 10 years.

The Left Hand was printed on the throne table. For 10 years, no one has gone to mourn, whistle, the head of a civilian, one of the seven sins of the Founding Fathers, and one of the noblest grandfathers of the Great Swallow.

A carriage approached, and everyone looked at the carriage. The carriage was golden. The only person who dared to use the golden frame so swingingly was the prince.

Before the carriage, it was the dragon swan of the peak of the four sacred beasts. It was useless to state that the four dragon swans were used again. Everything that was used had an atmosphere. The ordinary people were not qualified to use it at all, which was to give them 18,000.

The curtain of the carriage opened, 18,000 still looks a little fat today, but this fat, already covered in tendon flesh.

If you get out of the car, all the clerks arch their hands toward the 10,800 arch: “I've seen the prince! ”

Eighty thousand nodded slightly, indicating that he heard, "Get up. ”

But later, a black smoke crossed the sky, and then a shadow in a black robe fell, and everyone arched their hands: “I've seen Grandpa Bao! ”

Walking marks smiled and waved hands, carrying hands, eyes like eagles. After the establishment of the Batman Army, his momentum grew heavier and colder, leaving everyone in awe.

The Master has moved from civilian to military service and has returned to the path of martial arts.

In the early morning, the first ray of sunshine fell, illuminating the gate of the vast College, accompanied by this ray of sunshine, is the door that opens.

The door slowly opened and the whistle came out of it. He looked around and smiled at the surrounding area, then said: “You wait here, you have broken the old man. ”

Nowadays the whistle, it looks like gray hair, quite old dragon bells.

The tsunami was not the arrival of Shou Yuan. Although his situation declined, it was not for this reason that Shou Yuan approached. He had eaten the ten thousand years of peaches given by Chen Ming.

All the clerks bent over with their hands, all together: "We have met the Angry Master! ”

He nodded in anger and said, "You worship the Marquis, my throne is above you. There is nothing wrong with you. Get up. ”

All the civilians got up, and as they were walking toward the whistle, the cold air was frosty, the bricks were white, the whistle looked at the white frost on the ground, and then looked toward the whistle, and the traces of the steps went toward the whistle, reaching out and holding the arms of the whistle.

“Angry Brother, you know, Little Brother, I've been waiting a long time! ”

The whistle also revealed a smile, then said: "Your momentum has changed. It seems that you have been very successful! ”

The footprint smiled slightly, then said: "Your Majesty has given me the opportunity to be faithful, otherwise I would not have had the chance to keep up with His Majesty's footsteps. ”

At this point, the great steps reached the front of the whistle, and arched his hands: “Master Fury, the master is in the palace, has been waiting for a long time. ”

The whistle revealed a panic, "How dare you keep His Majesty waiting? I am damned! ”

"Grandfather Fury said with a smile,“ Today is a special day. Master Honor drove back from the front a few days ago. He was also very spiritual this morning. He was very excited. He woke up early and waited for Grandpa Huo. ”

The whistle hurriedly stretched its fingers in the direction of the Imperial Palace, “Gentlemen, I'm going to see His Majesty, so I won't stay much longer. ”

Everyone arched their hands: “Angry Lord, but it's no use going! ”

Eighty-eight thousand pointed at his carriage and said: "Master, the priest of anger has entered the palace with me. ”

The whistle thanked him again and said, "Go, His Majesty won't wait long. ”

Walking into the palace, the rage looked far away, before the temple, Chen Ming stood in the spring breeze, then slowly lowered his eyes on him.

Then he saw Ming's smile, "Old man, long time no see. ”

Whistling quickly, he came to Ming's front, respectfully kneeling three times, and Ming reached out and lifted him up, and said: “Quickly come in, you and I, monarch, drink three cups in pain! ”

The whistle followed Ming into the palace, then Ming waved: “Come and give us a seat and serve directly, we are old buddies, we don't need those disciplines! ”

Eighty thousand sat across from the whistle. Soon, the wine and vegetables came up. Chen Ming raised the glass and said to the fury: “Whistle, ten years in the academy, can you blame me me? ”

The raging whistle hurriedly raised his glass: “In His Majesty's heart, what is pretending to be the rise and fall of the whole people, the raging, the crushing of bones is also completely fearless, let alone resentment! ”

Chen Ming smiled slightly and said: "Drink, drink, eat, eat! ”

After allowing 18,000 to govern Dayan for a while, Zhen found that 18,000, although ruling the state party, was more focused on the devil, although not stable enough, but much better than Lingxian's junk.

Eighty thousand controllers prefer to combine means rather than enweights, which is a problem, but it can be changed slowly.

Just like the 18,000 into the main yao pond, it's a trick, 18,000, often surprisingly victorious.

There's nothing wrong with that. Chen even felt a little happy, a generation of emperors, how could there be no means?

Admittedly, the 18,000 practice is too absolute, it seems that some people don't believe anyone, stubbornly observe the whole swallow with the eyes of Yongwei, but it has to be said, this means to keep his power steady as Mount Tai!

Chen Ming is a war-loving person and naturally prefers more radical young people.

Like is like, but to govern the world, after all, it's not just the same thing, so Chen Ming thought of the whistle, the anger of employing people, is to use his sincerity, prestige, grace, touching each other.

As if, the furious whistle was more inclined to give way to itself to help justify the execution of the order.

Chen Ming drank a pot of wine and then said: “Now Dayan's clerk has basically been replaced with a mind-fixer, but how do you propose that it is better for them to carry out a burning letter to make the hungry ghost? ”

The whistle lowered the glass in his hand and said: “Weishen proposes that every five years, before taking office, we need to go to the ghost for five years, cultivate our hearts and minds, understand human suffering, so that we can help His Majesty's Prince to govern the world! ”

Chen Ming smiled slightly. This whistle is really a bug in his stomach. The head of the civil servant made this request. What else can he say?

Chen Ming nodded slightly and said: "Yes! ”

At this moment, Chen Ming suddenly saw the footprint of the Great Walk Upper Palace. Chen Ming looked at the footprint and asked: “What happened? What happened? ”

"According to my Flying Bat Army report, there have been a lot of troop changes in the ghost world lately, and it seems that something has changed. ”

Chen Ming's eyes revealed a chilly light. It's only been a few decades. More than 700 years since the White Hair Ghost said it. Is the Ghost Realm going to organize the next attack?

Ghostland attack, ahead of schedule.

That's right, this is the real world, saying that a thousand battles is not really a thousand battles.

It's like winning, losing, losing, winning, often in between moves.

And for this trick, the ghost world could use a hundred millennial wars as a lie to deceive all the great emperors of the World Alliance of Iron Soils.

This ghost emperor, it's not easy!