Chapter 505 This is His Majesty's order. I am not discussing it with you, I am just informing y

Just when Yang Zhengshan had just arranged the accommodation for Granny Meng and Princess Mingxi, he saw a familiar figure standing outside the camp gate.

"Senior An! You are here!" Yang Zhengshan greeted him with a smile on his face.

The visitor was none other than An Yuxing.

"Come on, come on, this place is so hard to find. I walked around in the mountains for two days before I found it!" An Yuxing couldn't help but complain as soon as he saw Yang Zhengshan.

"Uh, senior didn't follow the official path?"

"The official road? Isn't it far to take the official road?"

"..."

Yang Zhengshan was speechless.

It's a long way to go by pipeline. You walked around in the mountains for two days and it's not that far?

"By the way, do you have any wine?" An Yuxing asked.

"No, drinking is prohibited in the military!" Yang Zhengshan said.

"Tch, I'm not a soldier. Arrange a few people for me to buy wine!" An Yuxing said unceremoniously.

Yang Zhengshan had no choice but to ask someone to buy wine for the old man.

After finally making arrangements for An Yuxing, the gatekeeper came to report: "Master Marquis, there are two seniors outside the door asking to see you!"

"Two more people are here!" Yang Zhengshan was stunned, but he quickly got up and walked towards the camp gate.

They are still two strange figures, but they reveal an unfathomable temperament.

The person on the left is wearing a loose Confucian shirt, and the person on the right is wearing a blue Taoist robe and holding a whisk in his hand.

"Junior Yang Zhengshan has met two seniors!" Yang Zhengshan couldn't tell the identities of these two people, so he could only call them seniors.

"I'm Zhang Ye, peace be with you, Lord Jingan!" Zhang Ye nodded with a faint smile.

"It turns out to be Senior Zhang!" Yang Zhengshan was a little surprised.

Granny Meng is here, and so is Zhang Ye. The two powerful men in the three valleys are coming at the same time. Gee, this is a big deal!

"Poverty-stricken Xuanzhen!" Xuanzhen also introduced himself.

Yang Zhengshan cupped his fists and saluted, and said politely: "I have admired the name of Taoist Master Xuanzhen for a long time, and I am truly lucky to meet you today!"

"Oh! Do you know Pindao?" Xuanzhen looked at Yang Zhengshan.

Yang Zhengshan smiled and said: "This junior is fortunate to have learned the cultivation experience of my seniors in the Hidden Gong Pavilion!"

He wasn't lying. He had really seen Xuan Zhen's training experience in the Hidden Gong Pavilion.

"So that's it!" Xuanzhen looked surprised.

The three of them then entered the camp, and Yang Zhengshan arranged accommodation for them.

However, this was not over yet. In the next two days, the innate warriors came to Cuixia Valley one after another.

Yang Zhengshan greeted the strange innate warriors one after another.

In just two days, he welcomed fourteen innate warriors.

Among them, five people came from the three valleys, except Yue Gu and Xun Shanshui, all the others came.

The remaining nine come from many Jianghu sects.

On the morning of the third day, Yang Zhengshan received another unexpected person.

"Why are you here?" Ji Zhen asked with some confusion when Yang Zhengshan came unexpectedly.

Ji Zhen has always acted calmly. Ji Zhen's temperament should not interfere with complicated things like this Xingyuan fruit tree.

"Uh, didn't the court ask us to come here?" Ji Zhen also asked doubtfully.

"An order from the court?" Yang Zhengshan was even more puzzled.

Ji Zhen took out a letter from her arms and handed it to Yang Zhengshan. Yang Zhengshan opened it and took a look.

It was really an order from the court!

Moreover, Emperor Yanping personally wrote the imperial letter.

The content is to come to Cuixia Valley to discuss the distribution of Star Yuan Fruit.

After Yang Zhengshan read the letter, he understood what was going on.

His original plan was to have the innate warriors who took the initiative to sit down and talk about the Star Yuan Fruit, but Emperor Yanping obviously misunderstood and directly wrote a letter to all the innate warriors, inviting all the innate warriors to come over and discuss the matter together. The matter of distribution of Shangxing Yuanguo.

No wonder Zhang Ye and Granny Meng are here.

But this seems to be a good thing, what might have been a fight has now turned into a conference.

Until the fifth day, no more innate warriors arrived.

The morning of August 14th.

In an open space in the center of the camp, there were rough tables and chairs.

Yang Zhengshan came over, looked at the tables and chairs and nodded with satisfaction.

The so-called tables and chairs are actually made of trees and rocks in the valley. Some tables are just a big stone, and some chairs are just a tree stump.

There is nothing that can be done about this. There is no village or shop in Cuixia Valley. If you want to buy a few sets of decent tables and chairs, you have to buy them from the county town two hundred miles away.

Not knowing how much time it would take to go back and forth, Yang Zhengshan simply asked the soldiers to use local materials to buy these tables and chairs.

"Where's the Xing Yuan Fruit?" Yang Zhengshan asked.

"It's all here!"

Luo Jinsong quickly walked to the box at the back and opened it. The box was filled with small white jade boxes.

Yang Zhengshan picked one up at random and opened it. There was a bright red fruit in the box, the size of a thumb.

"How many are there in total?" Yang Zhengshan asked.

"Three hundred and eighty-three!" Luo Jinsong said.

Yang Zhengshan stroked his beard and frowned.

Damn it, I originally wanted to take advantage of the chaos to get the two Star Yuan Fruits, but now it's better. The battle has turned into a conference. If everyone doesn't fight, he has no chance to steal it.

The number of Xing Yuan Fruit has long been counted, and the specific number was reported when the Secret Martial Guard reported it to Emperor Yanping.

"Send someone to ask the seniors to come over!"

Putting down the jade box, Yang Zhengshan ordered.

"Here!" Luo Jinsong responded and immediately asked the guards to invite a group of innate warriors.

Soon, a group of innate warriors arrived one after another.

Five from the three valleys.

All the innate warriors from the eight first-class sects evaluated by the Shangwu Order were present.

There were also four innate warriors without sect power.

And the Shangwu Temple Master, Zhang Luan, Marquis of Jianchang.

Including Yang Zhengshan, there were eighteen innate warriors present at this time.

It was rare for so many innate warriors to gather in Darong.

Looking at the innate warriors sitting or standing, with different expressions, Yang Zhengshan was not afraid of the stage. He stepped forward and walked in front of everyone.

"Junior Yang Zhengshan greets all the seniors!"

He bowed first.

Isn't it?

Here, he is the youngest.

For example, Zhang Luan is already a 70-year-old man, and Princess Mingxi is over 60 this year. Apart from Yang Zhengshan, the youngest should be Princess Mingxi.

And Yang Zhengshan is now 53 years old.

In other places, he can call me old man, but here he can only call me junior.     The innate warriors seemed very cold. Yang Zhengshan greeted them, and they just nodded as a response.

This is normal. In terms of age and seniority, Zhangye, Meng Po, Xuanzhen and Li Shouning of Yangtian Sect are the highest.

These four are warriors of the same era, and they are all old antiques who have lived for more than 130 years.

At the moment, if the four of them don't speak, it will be difficult for others to speak.

Yang Zhengshan didn't care whether anyone responded to him or not, and continued: "Thanks to your majesty's trust, let me take charge of the matter of Xingyuan Fruit!"

"But before dealing with Xingyuan Fruit, I have something to say to you seniors!"

The people below were very unsupportive, neither responding nor talking, just like a group of wooden stakes.

Yang Zhengshan glanced at the crowd with a faint smile on his face, "According to the order of His Majesty, from today on, all of our Dayong Xiantian warriors will be royal worshippers, and they will be of the same rank!"

The expressions of the Xiantian warriors finally changed.

Those who already knew about it could still sit still, such as Xuanzhen and Li Zhen.

Those who didn't know about it either frowned or looked gloomy.

Obviously, they didn't like the title of royal worshippers very much.

At this time, Master Dezhao, the great monk of the Zangyuan Jokhang Temple, stood up, "Amitabha, may I ask Mr. Yang, are there any restrictions to becoming a royal worshipper? Do I need to be stationed in Kyoto?"

"Master Dezhao!" Yang Zhengshan returned the greeting and smiled, "No, royal worshipper is just a title, and we will not force you to be stationed in Kyoto or other places. However, if the court is in trouble and His Majesty has an order, you may need to help!"

"I see!" Dezhao nodded slightly and sat down immediately.

He didn't really care about the title of royal worshiper. Of course, if it was the will of Emperor Yanping, he would still obey it.

Because Jokhang Temple and Mahayana Temple are of the same lineage. Mahayana Temple is a royal temple. Although Jokhang Temple is not a royal temple, it is integrated with Jokhang Temple.

So he didn't resist the title of royal worshiper.

"What if we refuse?"

Just as Dezhao sat down, someone suddenly spoke.

Yang Zhengshan looked in the direction of the voice and saw the person who spoke, and a sneer immediately appeared on his face.

The person who spoke was none other than Jing Mingzhou of Lingxiu Villa.

Jing Mingzhou, the owner of Lingxiu Villa, is 82 years old this year. He broke through to the innate realm more than 30 years ago. He is also the grandfather of Jing Changyuan.

Obviously, Jing Mingzhou had heard the news of Jing Changyuan's murder before he came.

But what he cared about was not Jing Changyuan's life or death, but Yang Zhengshan's words.

He has many grandchildren, and the death of one or two is not worth his attention.

But Yang Zhengshan said that he wanted to wipe out the Lingxiu Villa, so he had to remember it.

So since he came to Cuixia Valley and saw Yang Zhengshan, he never gave Yang Zhengshan a good face.

"Reject, haha, Senior Jing, are you sure you want to refuse?" Yang Zhengshan looked at him with a smile.

Jing Mingzhou stared at him, his eyes seemed to be poisoned.

Yang Zhengshan put their Lingxiu Villa on the fire with just one sentence.

Although he couldn't be sure whether Yang Zhengshan could make the decision, he had to worry about it.

If Yang Zhengshan could really influence the decision of the court, wouldn't their Lingxiu Villa really face a catastrophe.

Jing Mingzhou has lived for more than 80 years, so he naturally won't be as arrogant as Jing Changyuan.

He won't despise the court, but he can't show his weakness.

What's more, he is not facing the court, but Yang Zhengshan, so he can't show his weakness.

"What can I do if I refuse?" Jing Mingzhou said in a deep voice.

Yang Zhengshan narrowed his eyes slightly, "Refusing means disrespecting the emperor's order. Disobeying the order is a crime that should be punished by death!"

Jing Mingzhou's face changed slightly, and his expression was extremely gloomy, "Even if you want to punish me, it should be done by His Majesty himself. You are not qualified!"

Yang Zhengshan shook his head, straightened his back, and glanced at the innate warriors.

"You seniors may not understand a little!"

"The royal worshiper is of the same rank. This is His Majesty's will. I am not discussing it with you, but just notifying you."

"If someone does not want to take the title of worshiper, it means disobeying the order!"

"There are only two choices before you seniors, either become a royal worshiper or disobey the order!"

After this, the faces of many innate warriors became even uglier.

Even Ji Zhen frowned.

Isn't this forcing them to make a choice?

Ji Zhen did not resist becoming a royal tribute. It was nothing more than a title, so there was no need to take it too seriously.

But Yang Zhengshan's words had some coercive meaning, forcing them to make a choice.

They were all innate warriors, all strong men in the world, and all had powerful personal martial arts. They could not be said to be superior, but they all had arrogance.

Using such coercive words would naturally make them feel uncomfortable.

Ji Zhen looked at Yang Zhengshan and couldn't help muttering in his heart, "What is he going to do?"

Yang Zhengshan's performance today obviously did not match his impression of Yang Zhengshan.

Too arrogant, too strong.

Although he always called himself a junior, he always gave people a feeling that I was standing above you.

And all along, Yang Zhengshan gave Ji Zhen the impression of being heroic, righteous, and not particular about details.

Comparing the two, Ji Zhen felt that Yang Zhengshan today seemed to have changed into a different person.

"Seniors, there is no need for the junior to tell you how to choose!" Yang Zhengshan said lightly.

The scene suddenly became quiet, and the atmosphere became extremely solemn.

The invisible power spread, and the soldiers around could not help but step back a few steps.

However, Yang Zhengshan seemed to be unaware of it, and took a sip of tea.

Jing Mingzhou looked at Yang Zhengshan coldly.

Li Zhen and Zhang Luan met each other, and they tacitly took the tea on the table and tasted it.

At the edge of the venue, An Yuxing leaned on a tree stump, drinking wine one mouthful at a time.

In the front row, Granny Meng dozed off, and Zhang Ye pinched his beard and looked at his palm, as if his palm like a chicken claw was about to grow flowers.

Xuan Zhen drank tea one cup after another, and he drank the whole pot of tea.

There was also Li Shouning of Yangtian Sect, who was wearing a loose black robe, holding a black long sword and closing his eyes to rest, and he never opened his eyes from beginning to end.

The atmosphere became more and more weird and solemn.

This is a group of innate warriors. You want them to sit here in a proper and upright manner, even if Emperor Yanping himself comes, it can't be done.

And in this strange atmosphere, the innate warriors who were originally frowning quickly restrained their momentum and became calm.

About half a quarter of an hour later, Yang Zhengshan slowly raised his head.

"Have you made up your mind, seniors?"

"I agree with the Bahu Sect!" Li Zhen raised the knife in his hand and said lightly.

"The Hengdao Sect agrees!" Ji Zhen said unwillingly.

Ji Zhen, who has always been steady, knows best what it means to seek benefits and avoid harm

Be an enemy of the court?

Don't joke!

Let's not talk about whether they can beat the court, just say what benefits are there for them to be enemies with the court?

There is no benefit at all!

The rivers and lakes are not about fighting and killing, and innate warriors will not think about fighting all day long.

If innate warriors like fighting so much, they won't always think about going into the mountains and forests one by one.