Chapter 260 The Iron Tree Blooms (12)

Chapter 260 The Iron Tree Blooms (12)

Chapter 260 The Iron Tree Blooms

Ning Wuxie and Xuan'er left the small world and returned to the new room arranged for them by Zhang Wanyang in Ninghou Mansion.

On the table were several days' worth of food brought by a servant. It had already become cold. A servant was standing in the room, scratching his head and looking around. Suddenly he heard a movement behind him. When he turned around, he saw Mingming Ning Wuxie and Jiang Ningxuan disappeared and stood on the ground.

"Ah! Master Ning!" The servant was so shocked that he almost sat on the ground, "Master Ning, why did you..." He wanted to ask why Ning Wuxie was so elusive, but after thinking about it, he didn't dare and changed his words: "Your Majesty, tonight The master and Mr. Ning are invited to the palace for a banquet. The master is worried about your absence, so he sent the younger one to inform you. "

"Got it." Ning Wuxie waved his hand and sent the servants away.

It really came on time, just in time.

It was just past noon, but the royal banquet process took a long time, so the invitation was sent at this time.

Ning Wuxie took Xuan'er on her arm and walked out of the room. She saw that Ninghou's mansion was full of busy workers, climbing up and down to repair the eaves of the house that were damaged in the battle on the left front. Some servants were helping.

The two of them walked straight into the inner courtyard and saw Zhang Wanyang as expected. The old boy had put on a gorgeous suit. The blue-purple satin was embroidered with clouds using advanced techniques. As the angle changed, reflections could be seen. On the front of the robe was A black black tiger, with its fangs and claws showing, showing its fierce look.

Looking at Ning Wuxie and Xuan'er, how can they be so casual in their outfits? Ning Wuxie is wearing a white shirt with a light blue lining exposed at the collar. There are no loose sleeves or a long skirt that cannot open her legs. , focusing on a more practical style. Xuan'er is also wearing a white skirt, but the close-fitting short jacket under the upper body outer shirt is an elegant green color as the only embellishment.

The only colors on the two of them were light blue and light green, which matched them quite well.

"Junior brother Ning, here we come." Zhang Wanyang was stunned when he saw the two of them, and said with a smile, "Where have you been the past two days? I thought you were going to break the appointment."

"How could this happen at Senior Brother Zhang's dinner party?" Ning Wuxie responded with a smile.

"...Haha," the smile on Zhang Wanyang's old face was also awkward. He narrowed the corners of his eyes without wrinkles and looked at Ning Wuxie with his small eyes. The two of them faced off like this.

"Then...please?" He stretched out his hand and asked.

"please."

The three of them got on the sedan and headed towards the palace.

"Tsk, tsk, look at Miss Jiang's beauty. Even wearing such simple clothes, she is still breathtaking." In the sedan, Zhang Wanyang looked at Xuan'er's outfit and praised her.

"Senior Brother Zhang is also dressed very elegantly. I have never seen you wearing such a luxurious official uniform," Ning Wuxie said with a smile, "You really rely on your clothes and your horse's saddle."

Zhang Wanyang responded with a fake smile, but his smile froze when he heard the last sentence.

What's the meaning?

Why doesn't it feel like a nice thing to say?

But now he didn't dare to estrange the relationship with Ning Wuxie, so he could only smile and sigh:

"What's so good about this official uniform? It's fat and big, and it won't cost you anything to eat. Clothes like yours are better. They have an immortal style and are clean and tidy. This is what we as cultivators wear."

Ning Wuxie smiled and curled her lips, thinking that you have already become a eunuch in your cultivation of immortality, but you still want the bones of immortality.

"Then Senior Brother Zhang no longer wants to be the Xuan Qin Imperial Master? Why don't you resign? Just go back to Junzi Mountain."

"Hey, Junior Brother Ning, you just don't understand. There are things a gentleman does and things he doesn't do. As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will?"

"Tch." Ning Wuxie really laughed out loud this time and turned her head disdainfully.

Seeing that Ning Wuxie stopped pretending, Zhang Wanyang didn't feel ashamed and cast a small spell with his backhand, and a purple light immediately covered their carriage.

"Li Luobing, what did you do to her?" Zhang Wanyang asked coldly, his tone completely different from before.

"nothing dealing with you."

"If you want to disgrace her, it's best to bring her to a gentleman for interrogation as soon as possible and then tell the world, so that Xuan Qin and I can testify for you." Zhang Wanyang said, his tone a little urgent.

His thoughts on Ning Wuxie could not be clearer. To publicly try Li Luobing and give her a characterization was to give himself an insurance policy.

"I'm not in a hurry, maybe I'll just kill her."

"Kill her directly?" Zhang Wanyang was shocked, "This...is too cheap for her."

"Wouldn't it be better for such a proud and arrogant woman to be reviled and trampled on by thousands of people?"

"You are so perverted. Did Li Luobing offend you?" Ning Wuxie squinted at Zhang Wanyang.

"No..." Zhang Wanyang pursed his lips, sorted out his sentences, and finally said what he was thinking: "The key is that you directly killed Li Luobing. This is unclear. Xuan Qin is not easy to explain to others."

"After all, she is still the disciple of Princess Dachu, the young leader of the Renzong, and Master Wuyuan. She came to find me, and then she disappeared inexplicably in Xuanqin Qian City. What should I do if people come to ask me?"

"What are you afraid of? They can't find it. You can beat me to death and don't let go."

"This..." Zhang Wanyang clenched his fists and glanced at Ning Wuxie. The other person looked unconcerned and looked at him with a look that clearly said: No, what can you do to me?

He turned off the sound insulation and looked out the window helplessly with a frown.

Soon, several people arrived at the entrance of the Xuan Qin Dynasty's palace.

Solemn and solemn!

The folk customs of the Xuan Qin Dynasty were fierce, they built the country by force, and valued black. They regarded the black tiger as the sacred animal. Black and gold met at the entrance of the entire palace, like a black tiger that had been crawling on the ground, opening its bloody mouth, about to pounce on the general. The prey standing at the door swallowed it in one gulp.

It's a bit like Renzong's style, but Renzong's symbol is black and white. Even some pure black buildings don't have many complicated patterns like the Xuanqin Palace.

After all, it is a secular empire rather than a monastic sect, and some designs still pay attention to tediousness and ritual.

Just like the majestic imperial palace covering an area of ​​hundreds of miles, Ning Wuxie knew that he could level the majestic palace in front of him with just one meteor. These were all false.

But he didn't dare, because there was a real power in the palace, the world's top ascetic, an old monster who could explode with earth-shaking power alone.

These are the real things.

As the eunuch led the group of three people up the steps and into the palace, the grandeur and luxury inside once again surprised people.

There are bells and drums, delicious food, fine clothes and fine food, wonderful dances and elegant music, and the beautiful palace maids are presenting the delicacies one by one.

At the top position in the center, sat a young man who looked about seventeen or eighteen, wearing a black dragon robe, handsome with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but with a sad look on his face. Sitting next to him was an extremely beautiful woman, slender and wearing a phoenix crown, who was putting a grape to her husband's mouth.

There were more than a dozen people sitting at the bottom, and the most conspicuous ones were naturally three gray-haired old men. Ning Wuxie recognized them as the fat Fu Wang Zhao Xun with a big belly, the Duan Wang Zhao Bingxun who loved to drink and never left his hand, and the tall and tall Fu Wang Zhao Bingxun. Ning Wang Zhao Guangxian is as thin as a little old man.

Fortunately, these kings are tall, short, fat and thin, with their own characteristics, otherwise Ning Wuxie would not be able to remember their names.

They were the first three sitting on the left hand side of the emperor, and below them sat a dozen ministers, all wearing official uniforms. On the emperor's right hand side, the three desks counting from the beginning were empty, and they seemed to be prepared for Ning Wuxie and others.

"The Imperial Master of Xuan Qin, Zhang Wanyang, and the Imperial Master of Lanyuan, Ning Wuxie, are here with their families" As a few people stepped into the threshold of the palace, the eunuch shouted at the top of his voice, his voice sharp and penetrating.

The conversation at the banquet stopped for a moment as Ning Wuxie and the other three walked in. Under the leadership of Zhang Wanyang, they saluted the emperor and the princes.

Zhang Wanyang knelt down directly, while Ning Wuxie and Xuan'er just bowed slightly.

"I've met your Majesty." Ning Wuxie finally remembered that the emperor of Xuan Qin was named Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng originally had one leg raised on the mat, his body tilted and his brows furrowed. His sitting posture was inelegant and he looked a little bored. Now when he saw Ning Wuxie returning to his straight posture, he showed a smile.

"Master Ning is so young. He is really young and promising. Hurry up and take a seat."

Ning Wuxie led Xuan'er back to the seat.

Since Ning Wuxie was a guest, the conversation at the banquet naturally revolved around him. Zhao Heng asked Ning Wuxie what position he held in Confucianism.

Ning Wuxie was about to answer when she heard Zhang Wanyang say: "Your Majesty, this junior brother of mine is a rare genius in Confucianism for a hundred years. He has made great achievements as soon as he joined. He became the Twelve Young Masters and went out to practice, and actually became Lan Yuan’s Imperial Master is now one of the top ten literary saints! Master Xun personally conferred the title.”

Zhao Heng's eyes were filled with surprise: "He is such a genius. Do you want to come to Xuan Qin?"

Zhang Wanyang was startled and said without changing his expression: "Haha, I also regret that such talents cannot be used by Xuan Qin, but my junior brother is immersed in the way of cultivation and is used to freedom. He is not willing to be bound by the world."

Zhao Heng frowned slightly and turned to Zhang Wanyang: "Zhang Aiqing, I am talking to Mr. Ning. You can let him speak for himself."

Zhang Wanyang closed his mouth, lowered his head and cupped his hands, with a sinister look on his face, and gritted his teeth.

Seeing Zhao Heng looking at him again, Ning Wuxie smiled slightly and saluted, "It's pretty much what senior brother said. Besides, I'm already the master of Lanyuan. It's not appropriate to serve in another country."

Zhao Heng nodded and raised his glass to drink. Prince Fu Zhao Xun, who was sitting opposite Ning Wuxie, moved his buttocks and said with a smile: "The news of changes in Lanyuan is getting more and more intense. It is said that they will open the port soon to allow foreigners to enter for trade." , many businessmen have already set off for Jiuyong City."

There was nothing he could do about Zhao Xun's big belly. It couldn't be covered by any clothes and could only be exposed a little. When he was talking, his big belly was moving up and down. Fortunately, he has a high level of cultivation and his belly is a rounded bulge instead of loose layers of fat, otherwise it would be really unsightly.

"Lanyuan has been isolated from the world for hundreds of years. Mo Xiang massacred Confucian disciples before, drawing condemnation from the entire continent, but now he is defeated by Ning Xiaoyou after just one training trip. It is truly an unparalleled feat, as a man should be! "

The thin Zhao Guangxian shook his head and said.

"A toast!" Duan Wang Zhao Bingxun shouted and raised his glass, his face flushed. Just when everyone was talking, this guy had already drank several glasses of wine. At this time, he didn't miss the opportunity to drink. Everyone raised their glasses. Drink together.

"So, how does Mr. Ning think it is better to deal with Li Luobing's matter?" Putting down the wine glass, Zhao Heng asked, "I was shocked when I first heard that Li Luobing was connected to the devil. I didn't expect that a famous fairy in the world would actually do something like this. Such a deal..."

Hearing this, Zhang Wanyang hurriedly said: "I think it is better to expose Li Luobing as soon as possible and bring him to justice. Otherwise, it will be difficult for us, Renzong and Dachu, to explain!"

Zhao Heng gave him a cold look and said nothing, so Zhang Wanyang had no choice but to shut his mouth. Zhao Heng then looked at Ning Wuxie again.

"Li Luobing is temporarily under my custody. I haven't figured out how to deal with it yet." Ning Wuxie said with her hands raised, "I think we should try to pry something out of her mouth before fully and publicly reporting her."

"After all, Li Luobing is only guilty of collusion, and Huangquanke is the real evil behind it. With her reputation as a threat, she will surely cooperate a lot." Ning Wuxie said while secretly observing the reactions of other people at the banquet. Zhang Wanyang was stared at by Zhao Heng, and silently lowered his head without saying a word. Zhao Heng frowned slightly and nodded with a hint of surprise in his eyes. The three princes opposite him also had no expression on their faces, and they could not see anything. "Anyway, Li Luobing will be handed over to you, little friend Ning. You can do whatever you want to her. After all, you have a strong backstage, so you have to come forward." Zhao Xun said with a silly smile. "It's my job." Ning Wuxie responded. Looking at Zhao Xun's reaction, he really didn't seem like the Tianxu man. Damn it, Ning Wuxie cursed in his heart. What can you see at the wine table? Even Zhang Wanyang can pretend to be calm and composed without blushing, not to mention these old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years! Who is the enemy and who is the friend? Ning Wuxie felt that the situation in Xuanqin was confusing.

The banquet continued. After eating and drinking, there was a session of touring the back garden. Ning Wuxie and Xuan'er were invited to watch the iron tree blooming once every few decades in Qi'an City. It was not easy to refuse, so Ning Wuxie went.

The group walked out of the palace and walked towards the back garden while chatting. After such a long meal and chat, Ning Wuxie also saw the pattern of Xuanqin's court.

The three princes were high and did not show any attitude. They were respectful to the emperor and the ministers. But the rest of the ministers all followed Zhang Wanyang's lead. Even when answering the emperor's questions, they had to look at Zhang Wanyang first.

And Zhao Heng obviously hated this very much.

He clearly showed the desire for power when the young emperor grew up. He hoped to hold the power tightly and have the final say.

In the back garden, the three princes walked and talked. Zhao Bingxun still held a bottle of wine in his hand and took a sip while admiring the flowers.

The legendary iron tree is a strange tree with a black body and dark green leaves. There is only one in the Xuanqin Palace, and there is no other iron tree in the world. Ning Wuxie also saw it for the first time.

When they came to the iron tree, more than a dozen people stood in a row and still could not be as thick as it. The iron tree was as tall as a giant tower, and the black and metallic trunk was covered with rust-eating moss crops and entwined vines.

When it grew to a height of more than ten meters, the iron tree finally stopped climbing, and countless layers of banana-like leaves grew out, casting a large shadow.

"Xuanqin Iron Tree, it is really shocking." Ning Wuxie sighed.

"Does Junior Brother Ning know the origin of this iron tree?" Zhang Wanyang asked.

"I really don't know, but this kind of divine object is definitely not an ordinary tree."

"That's right, the legendary iron tree is indeed not a tree, or rather, not entirely a tree, it..."

"Lord Zhang," Zhao Heng, who was standing aside, suddenly called Zhang Wanyang, "Let me, a Xuanqin man, tell Lord Ning about it."

As he said this, he walked over and inserted himself beside Ning Wuxie and Zhang Wanyang, directly pushing Zhang Wanyang away.

Ning Wuxie thanked him and said that there was no need to trouble His Majesty, and Zhao Heng smiled and waved his hand.

"Lord Zhang is just retelling what he has heard, unlike me who grew up under this iron tree."

"You are right, the iron tree is indeed not an ordinary plant, but just a weapon of a great emperor in ancient times."

"Is this weapon a sword? Or a knife, spear, stick or halberd? No one knows, because no matter how many meters you dig down, it is this iron pillar, and its true size cannot be explored by mortals."

"Can you imagine the emperor's cultivation?" Zhao Heng's eyes were full of longing. "According to the generations of our Zhao family, there is a world inside the emperor's magic weapon, a real world, just like the Lingwu where we live, there will be wind and rain, and the four seasons change. It is not a simple small space!"

"But the emperor fell, or went somewhere else, and left the magic weapon here, until now it has become rusty."

"What are the leaves on it?" Ning Wuxie asked. The leaves on his head did not look like lifeless objects. They had the green luster of plants and were still swaying in the wind.

"Those, come and look over here," Zhao Heng said, and he actually took Ning Wuxie's hand and pulled him to the other side of the iron tree, "Look at these leaves, can you recognize what kind of plant it is?"

Ning Wuxie was a little confused, and looked back at the others. Xuan'er looked at him with wide eyes, and the others were also a little surprised. Why did the emperor suddenly pull him away.

The three old ancestors looked at each other and said nothing. Zhang Wanyang frowned, but it was not easy to follow.

"Legend has it that after the death of the great emperor, the world in the magic weapon collapsed. In order to survive, an ancient tree in it frantically absorbed the remaining power of the world, and finally grew out of the world, so it became the iron tree you see." Zhao Heng said while pulling Ning Wuxie further away, as if to show him all the angles of the iron tree.

"Thank you for your explanation, Your Majesty..." Ning Wuxie was a little embarrassed, "Let's go back and watch it with everyone."

But Zhao Heng glanced at the large army and suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Ning Wuxie!"

"Only here can I talk to you."

"That Zhang Wanyang is always monitoring me, and I am surrounded by his people! The ancestors don't help me, and it doesn't matter to them who is the emperor!"

"Can you ask the Confucianists to transfer Zhang Wanyang and send someone new to help me? This person has the intention to steal power!!"

Ning Wuxie was shocked, looking at Zhao Heng's anxious and pleading face. He didn't expect that the little emperor pulled him over to ask him for help!

"This... Your Majesty, although I am one of the top ten literary sages, I can't say anything about Confucianism's plans."

"What big plan is it for you to let a minister take control of the court? The Meng Cangran who came before was okay, but he was also run away by Zhang Wanyang's gang. You Confucians don't understand the real situation of Xuan Qin at all!"

"Even my father's death is unclear!"

"I saw at the banquet that you and Zhang Wanyang were not getting along. You were in Lanyuan before, and you should not be with him. I only ask you to help me this time. As long as I succeed in taking power, you can do whatever you want! "

Zhao Heng held Ning Wuxie's wrist tightly. Although he whispered, he was so strong that even the blood vessels in his neck were tightened.

Ning Wuxie did not expect that the little emperor actually knew something all along and did not become Zhang Wanyang's puppet, but wanted to resist.

Thinking of the plan of Zhang Wanyang and the forces behind him, Ning Wuxie also lowered his voice and said: "Your Majesty, the forces behind Zhang Wanyang are unimaginable. Even without Zhang Wanyang, there will be others to deal with you!"

"What do you mean..." Zhao Heng sounded nervous.

"...I can't say more, but if you want to resist, you must save your life, and you must pretend to obey first! Otherwise, you will also be killed!"

Ning Wuxie whispered, the first thing now is to persuade this young and energetic little emperor not to act rashly.

Ning Wuxie did not dare to speak too clearly, fearing that Zhao Heng would do something irrational if he found out.

Zhao Heng looked at Ning Wuxie blankly, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Who is behind him...?"

"Can't say." Ning Wuxie shook his head. These three words made Zhao Heng even more shocked.

"Your Majesty! Junior Brother Ning!!" Zhang Wanyang's shout suddenly came from behind. The two turned around and saw Zhang Wanyang waving at them:

"It's night, and the iron trees are blooming! Come and take a look!"