bayedsolid Chapter 347 Tearing Their Umbrellas
Chapter 347 Tearing Their Umbrellas
The civil war in southern Guizhou finally came to an end when the sun completely fell into darkness.
The smell of blood filled the air, and corpses were lying on the ground.
Everything is cold and cool.
Wen Zhuoer, with his body without any intact flesh, knelt on one knee with less than 30% of the remaining people to present the results of the battle to Zhu Jiu. His voice was hoarse and cold, as if he had just been pulled out of water of blood.
"Wen Zhuoer has recovered Qiannan and lived up to the trust of the Immortal Lord and Jueya!"
From then on, there was no more talk of evil ways in Qiannan.
On the righteous side, the eight major forces remained silent from beginning to end.
No matter what you say, no matter how you say it, the big guys who don't want to ascend are here, who do they think they are, to dare to have any opinions?
But seeing this long-cherished scene of the righteous path come true one day, one can't help but feel excited and encouraged!
Everyone secretly glanced up at Zhu Jiu in the sky and saw that the woman with her hands behind her back, who had been unpredictable the entire time, finally revealed a stunning smile.
Like the morning glow at dawn, the unknown pressure finally dissipated.
"Very good," she praised.
One sentence was like an imperial edict.
Zhu Jiu did not participate in the subsequent political affairs, but the weight of her two words was like a mountain pressing down on the eight major forces, forcing them to think twice and be extremely cautious when dealing with Qiannan.
Finally, Qiannan was incorporated into its territory because it was adjacent to the Penglai Fairy Island and renamed Qianzhou, and its commander was undoubtedly Wen Zhuoer.
But...Jueya didn't get any advantage just from the surface, how could this be allowed? We must let Canglan Immortal Lord see that Jueya didn't suffer any loss!
Therefore, most of the profits every year go to Jueya.
Well, all this is equivalent to being responsible for the grassroots construction of Penglai Fairy Island, but the one who reaps the benefits is Jueya.
There's nothing wrong with that. After all, it was Qiannan that was split away from them back then.
Even if I cry, I will still make selfless contributions.
Thinking of Qianzhou's smoky social and natural environment, backward economic level, remote construction, and worthless barren land...
To sum up in one sentence: except for the evil sect, other places are simply primitive tribes.
Penglai Fairy Island is going to selflessly build a beautiful countryside~
Xi Lingyi has been experiencing low pressure for seven consecutive days.
Xiao Buyi was penalized for stepping into the goal with his left foot.
……
So many things happened in the process of recovering Qiannan, and any one of them would be unprecedented.
Yet they occurred in the same time period.
And later that day, Zhu Jiu felt uncomfortable staying in the Nine Netherworld because his realm was too high. His every move was like a giant squeezed in a small room.
Everyone watched anxiously, hoping that Zhu Jiu, the variable, would leave Jiuyou and find another way out.
Then Zhu Jiu nonchalantly dispersed his cultivation to Yuan Zun, which is the stage before ascension.
"Much more comfortable." Zhu Jiu smiled happily.
Everyone: “……!”
There are many ways to insult them, and Zhu Jiu chose the most inhumane one. (Smile)
All kinds of.
That day, the historian from Jiuyou wrote in great detail and detail, and even wore out his brush.
Official history, unofficial history, miscellaneous history, novels, etc., all play an important role and have extraordinary significance in the entire history of Jiuyou.
Later, it became a compulsory test point in the cultural knowledge class for disciples joining the sect, causing countless disciples to stumble over "significance", "influence", "specific time" and so on when they were memorizing them.
When Zhu Jiu heard this, he was already on the cliff.
She slapped her thigh and laughed: "Great, tear their umbrellas apart!"
Then they pointed at the freshly published biographies that followed current events, "This, this, and this, all of them, and be more careful, including what clothes I wore and which angle was the most beautiful!"
Mo Huaizun: “…”
Finally, due to Zhu Jiu’s inflated vanity, the last question of every cultural assessment during that period was to draw a majestic portrait of Zhu Jiu on the day when Qiannan was recovered.
Elder Luo, an old-fashioned man who had been teaching for many years, thought that this matter was too trifling, but he did not dare to give Zhu Jiu any instructions.
He secretly found out Mo Huaizun's opinion about Qianqian, hoping that the sect leader would give him some advice.
Elder Luo said this with righteous indignation.
A head suddenly popped out from behind Mo Huaizun.
Zhu Jiu rested his chin on Mo Huaizun's shoulder, and no one knew what he was eating.
Elder Luo's pupils trembled: "......?"
Who can tell him why Zhu Jiu is here! ?
It’s over. I’m going to die if this is arranged right in front of me!
"I think (chew chew chew), it's not impossible to add this question to the elders' assessment (chew chew chew)."
Zhu Jiu put forward constructive suggestions.
Mo Huaizun tilted his head to look at her, a slight smile flashing across his cold face.
Before he could say anything, he heard Elder Luo say in great surprise: "The Immortal King is wise! This is how the test should be conducted!"
Then he went out happily. If you didn't know, you would think he fell really quickly.
Mo Huaizun swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
Well, he who knows the times is a hero.