National Master

One month later.

Yuzhou, Tianxiang Dynasty.

News about a sensational dynasty spread: The Saint of Heavenly Secret was captured alive by the enemy country!!

For a moment, the Tianxiang Dynasty shocked the whole country.

In the hearts of countless civilians, the Saint of Heaven is a symbol of the dynasty.

Nowadays, the Saint of Heavenly Secret is even more special in identity, and it is a noble princess of the dynasty.

When they learned about this, many princess admirers and suitors wanted to tear the envoys sent by Zhou Wucheng to pieces.

But the two countries went to war and the envoys came to the scene.

The princess was still hostage in the hands of the enemy, and the Tianxiang Dynasty did not dare to act rashly.

In the palace hall, several ministers were summoned by the king.

The king of Tianxiang looked frowning.

These ministers all looked solemn and didn't dare to say anything.

"Prime Minister Li, what do you think?"

The king of Tianxiang pointed out the name.

"When you look back at the Yuzhou area, there are very few people who can capture His Royal Highness the Princess alive. How could such a person appear in the small Linyuan City? I think that an envoy should be sent to negotiate with the two cities first, delay time, and redeem the princess. On the other hand, send masters to investigate secretly. If possible, you can consider rescuing the princess."

Prime Minister Li looked respectful and said nothing.

"But...who is the right person to send?"

The king of Tianxiang pondered.

"Since the two cities can capture the princess alive, there are at least strong people above the sixth level of the Golden Immortal. I think that there are very few people who can be competent for this matter, looking at the dynasty. If you want to increase your confidence, the envoys sent out must have a better cultivation level than His Highness the Princess. Therefore, I think that there is only one person suitable."

Prime Minister Li continued.

"You mean...the national teacher!?"

The face of the king of Tianxiang changed slightly, and the last two words were slightly trembling.

The mysterious national master of the Tianxiang Dynasty had a very long history of survival.

It is said that it existed long before the founding of the dynasty.

The king clearly remembers a royal ancestral teaching: as long as the national teacher is still alive, the dynasty will never be destroyed.

But the problem is that the mysterious national teacher has a lofty identity that is better than the lord of a country.

Since ascending to the throne, the king of Tianxiang has only seen the mysterious national master once or twice.

After some discussion.

"It seems that we can only ask the national teacher to take action."

The king of Tianxiang sighed.

...

Three years later, Linyuan City.

"Mengqing, can you, the best-affiliated emperor, have been three years since you ignored your death?"

Yang Fan stood in the city lord's mansion with his hands behind his back and said with a smile.

As early as two years ago, Yang Fan took Princess Tianxiang back to the city lord's mansion.

Mengqing is the nickname of the princess, and its full name is Yu Mengqing.

Yang Fan was very polite about Yu Xi, the maid. Even if he returned to Linyuan City, he would not make any sense.

Even if there are any conditions, try to meet them.

Yu Mengqing and Yang Fan and other relatives and friends of the city lord's mansion got along very well.

In the past two or three years, she has not looked like a hostage at all, but rather like a relative who came to visit her home.

My mother, Nangong Yue, often squinted her eyes and looked at Yu Mengqing, her expression was like screening her daughter-in-law.

Sometimes, Nangong Yue would pull her eldest or second son and say, "Look at Qi'er, this child, and Miss Mengqing, the two have such a harmonious relationship, almost inseparable from each other. Are they..."

"The third young master said this badly. It was not that the emperor refused to save me, but that there was no suitable candidate. The only suitable person was not easily invited."

Yu Meng sighed quietly.

"That person?" Yang Fan smiled.

How could a great dynasty that has existed for hundreds of millions of years be without a strong man of the Immortal level?

Thinking of this, a little expectation appeared in the corner of his eyes.

When he was on Tianchenxing in his early years, he had seen the power of the immortal king.

The Blue Hester, who controls a starry sky fortress, was insignificant in his eyes.

Of course, even if there are not many immortals like Blue Henjun who have reached the peak of the ninth level of Golden Immortal, they will look at the Star World.

In a blink of an eye, another ten years have passed.

Finally on this day.

The envoy of the Tianxiang Dynasty arrived late from the dynasty to Linyuan City.

The patience of the Tianxiang Dynasty is really incredible to let a dynasty princess stay in the enemy for so long.

But in fact, over the years, except for not allowing leaving Linyuan City, Yang Fan has not interfered with Yu Mengqing's freedom at all.

Yu Mengqing can even contact the emperor brother who is far away in Tianxiang and explain his current situation.

Soon, his father Yang Lin summoned many confidants to meet the dynasty's envoys, but did not dare to neglect them.

Yang Fan is naturally among them.

However, only one messenger from the Tianxiang Dynasty came.

one person.

A white-bearded scholar, dressed in a commoner, was not surprised by his words and deeds, and was ashamed of praise and disgrace. Wherever he looked, everything was like smoke and clouds.

Yang Lin and others were shocked and could not see through the origin and depth of this person.

Standing in the hall and facing the eyes of many powerful people, the white-bearded Confucian scholar habitually saluted and said, "The old dynasty national teacher has met the big city lord."

Although he was celebrating, Yang Lin, who was high above, had the illusion of being looked down upon and being examined.

At that moment, I seemed not to be sitting in a high hall, but an ant looking down at the clouds.

This feeling made Yang Lin feel confused and felt very uneasy.

The other party just gave a tribute, but it made him panic and unbearable.

"Give the national teacher a seat."

Yang Lin hurriedly ordered.

The national teacher looked calm and sat down naturally, as if all this was what he should have been.

Yang Fan, who was standing aside, was secretly surprised.

The artistic conception of the white-bearded Confucian scholar is really mysterious and has a powerful power when every move is made.

This power does not come from magic power or spiritual pressure, but a kind of artistic conception.

"Dare you ask about the name of the national teacher?"

Yang Lin said politely.

At this time, the ministers in the entire hall came, and they were all proud and could not see any of them. Everyone's minds gathered on this dynasty master.

Invisibly, he seemed to be the center of the world, and the development of all things revolves around him.

"This invisible artistic conception can affect a person's mood. If you rise to another level, it can affect everything in the world, and will represents the power of heaven..."

Yang Fan was just observing the dynasty national teacher.

After all, it is rare to study the realm of a strong immortal.

This kind of opportunity is really rare for Yang Fan's current environment.

"I have practiced for many years and have long forgotten what my surname and name are. If you want, you can call me the national master."

The national teacher said lightly.

When talking to these ants, there was almost no emotional fluctuation on his face.

Then, Yang Lin began to deal with the national teacher and the hostage issue.

"I came to the far city this time with the purpose of bringing the princess back."

The national teacher’s way is neither slow nor quick.
To be continued...