I blame the system for licking dogs

How much can a puppet emperor achieve?

The confident eldest princess and prince did not restrict his freedom, gave him the most decent lifestyle, and did not even mind him contacting others.

But almost everyone he comes into contact with knows that he is just a puppet and will give him the dignity he deserves as an emperor, and any other request would be a luxury.

Whenever he wants to bribe the other party, that person will look around in panic, as if meeting the emperor is a test for the eldest princess and the prince. If he makes the wrong choice, he doesn't know what the outcome will be.

The new emperor Qin Xun lived like a canary in a free cage.

After the meeting dispersed, the new emperor walked around casually with several "mute" followers, and finally asked, "Where is the security department?"

One of the attendants replied: "It's not far from here."

The role of these followers is to protect the emperor. Six followers, four martial artists, two warlocks, nine non-combatants with the highest security standards.

As for whether they supervise him, Qin Xun no longer cares. He may never have any secrets in the eyes of those conspirators.

Walking into the security department, the person on duty in the huge monitoring room was lazily scrolling through his mobile phone. He heard someone coming and looked around. It took him a few seconds to realize that the emperor he wanted to protect had arrived.

He stood up hurriedly and saluted nervously.

The thought of punishing them just rose up in Qin Xun's heart, but he quickly extinguished it, and he smiled warmly.

This greatly surprised the security personnel who had long heard that the new emperor was a tyrant.

Qin Xun stood in silence in front of nearly a hundred monitors. No one dared to breathe, and no one came forward to ask.

Half an hour later, Qin Xun moved his stiff head and said, "Prepare the car."

There is a small hill to the east of where the new palace is to be sited. In the palace planning, this small hill will also be included in the palace park. At this time, the eldest princess Qin Lan was walking alone on the stone steps of the hill. Halfway up the mountain, there

There is a thatched house.

An old man wearing a white toga and long sleeves was watering the flowers, and there was a big white cat rolling next to him.

"Qin Lan pays homage to our ancestors." Qin Lan bowed ninety degrees from a distance.

Ancestor Shenghe nodded. He admired Qin Lan very much. He had martial arts talent, patience and means, "What's the matter?"

Qin Lan secretly glanced at her ancestor. In the past few years, her ancestor had aged visibly. She used to have a childlike face with gray hair, but now she could see wrinkles on her face, which made her extremely worried.

After all, the ancestor is old. The ancestor was injured in the previous battles with Zong Yong. At his age and state, either he is not injured, or the injury will not be a simple injury.

"The command center of the new dynasty was exposed, as if it was no longer hidden, and the location was chosen at the foot of Shanzhou Mountain in Xiping."

She didn't say a word if there were more words. She believed that the ancestor's wisdom could naturally think of many things.

Ancestor Shenghe seemed as if he had not heard anything. After watering all the flowers, he sat down at the table and said: "About five hundred years ago, before I was promoted to Martial Saint, I traveled to the three states of Xishan. The mountain people there were very interesting.

, in the mountainous areas of the three states, communication between villages is inconvenient, and villages thousands of miles away don’t even know each other’s existence.”

Qin Lan stood aside and listened quietly to the ancestor's story. She knew that the ancestor would not tell her stories for no reason.

"But I accidentally discovered that there are many people with the same blood in these remote villages."

"Do you know about bloodline?"

Qin Lan thought for a while, "Research in the past hundreds of years in Great Qin has proven that whether a warrior awakens has nothing to do with blood. The descendants of warriors may not necessarily have warrior blood. The children of ordinary people may awaken as warriors. As for warlocks, there is no trace.

Looking for.”

The ancestor nodded, "This is not wrong, but it is not comprehensive. You are still a little younger and have not yet mastered some secrets."

"The theory of bloodline is mostly rumors, but the probability of descendants of high-level warriors giving birth to warriors is higher than that of ordinary people. The higher the level, the greater the probability. The descendants of martial saints are more likely to give birth to Wutong people.

Small probability.”

"Of course, this requires heirs born after being promoted to Martial Saints. For a long time, Great Qin has been committed to studying bloodlines and the inheritance of warriors. Finally, it was discovered that it would go in the genetic direction, and there was a danger that everyone in the world could be a warrior.

So this type of research was completely eliminated, which is why we were so afraid of Liu Sangen back then."

"As we get older, it's easy to go off topic. When we studied bloodline inheritance, we found that some bloodlines have certain specialities and will not gradually become thinner due to inheritance. On the contrary, there will be successors of complete bloodlines in each generation."

"There are many such bloodlines, but they are very rare among warriors, and the top bloodlines suitable for cultivation are even rarer. The most representative of them is the bloodline of the current sword master, and it has unique skills unique to this bloodline.

.”

Qin Lan was shocked. This was a secret she had never known. The Sword Master actually had a bloodline inheritance. Why did she never know about the Sword Master's family?

It is very scary to be able to grow the bloodline of a martial saint. If it grows up, it will take several hundred years of development to give birth to a behemoth, maybe it can rival the Nine Sects.

"Fortunately, the Sword Master has no heirs." Qin Lan murmured.

Ancestor Shenghe's hand stroking his beard paused slightly, and after a moment he said: "So after I found out in the three states of Xishan that the warriors there more or less have the same blood, I was very curious and started investigating in secret."

"There is no connection between the surnames, ethnic groups, and regions of these bloodline holders. The only thing that can be traced is that most of these surnames have stable warriors born between 1,000 and 1,500 years ago."

"This is the case with the Langda village you just mentioned. A thousand years ago, it was just a family in the mountains. A thousand years later, it has become the most powerful village among the mountain people in the three states of Xishan."

Qin Lan frowned, puzzled, "How come there are so many of the same bloodline, and they are completely unrelated?"

Ancestor Shenghe smiled, "I had doubts for a long time back then, until I discovered that there is a connection between these bloodline carriers. They are all believers in the mountain god."

"There was no unified religion in the three states of Xishan before, let alone a unified image of the mountain god. It seemed that this mountain god appeared out of thin air and became the belief of many unrelated people."

"What's even more interesting is that there is a saying among the mountain people who believe in the mountain god that the mountain god sends a son." Speaking of this, Saint He Ancestor smiled playfully.

"Later, I suspected that this mountain god was someone who was playing tricks on me, so I investigated secretly and found a lot of clues. For example, these mountain people said they had seen the mountain god many times, and there were even portraits of the mountain god. They were separated by countless mountains and rivers, and there were no anxious couples for generations.

Isn’t it strange that there are very similar portraits of mountain gods in this place?”

"Later on, I intensified my exploration efforts and used the power of the Nine Sects, but in the end I found nothing. In the next one or two hundred years, I also paid attention to the three states of Xishan Mountain, and there were no mountain gods showing up, only some that could not withstand scrutiny.

Interesting anecdotes from wild history.”

Qin Lan was extremely smart. He figured out something in an instant, and his breathing was a little rapid. "You mean... that may be a powerful person, and he is in Langda Village?"

Just as the two were talking, a figure ran from a distance and knelt on the ground from a distance, "The descendants of the descendants, the 1,781st Emperor of the Qin Dynasty, pay homage to the ancestor of Prince Shenghe and ask for the ancestor's help.

Do me justice."

The person who came was none other than the new emperor Qin Xun. He was prostrating himself on the ground and avenged his grievances loudly, his voice pitiful.

Ancestor Shenghe had a displeased look on his face, Qin Lan bowed and said goodbye: "Ancestor, I won't disturb you for your Qing Dynasty. Qin Lan will leave."

Ancestor Shenghe nodded and ignored the new emperor who was kneeling on the ground. He picked up the cat and laid it on the rocking chair beside him.

Qin Xun buried his head in the ground. He didn't hear his ancestor's response for a long time and didn't dare to raise his head.

It wasn't until the sun set in the west and his knees were already numb from pain that the ancestor's voice sounded from above his head, "What injustice do you have?"

Qin Xun raised his head, his eyes full of sorrow and anger, "Qin Lan and Qin Mu, the descendants of the Qin clan, are orthodox in cholera. They have committed rebellion and ousted me as the emperor. Qiu Patriarch has redressed his injustice."

A trace of disdain flashed in the eyes of Patriarch Shenghe, "Do you know that I never ask about the replacement of imperial power? As long as the emperor's surname is Qin, that's fine."

Qin Xun gritted his teeth and said, "Ancestor, you are our ancestor, how can you allow your descendants to ignore the clan rules? If you are not severely punished, will you be able to bear the struggle for imperial power in the Qin Dynasty in the future?"

Ancestor Shenghe snorted coldly, "According to you, when you took the opportunity to persecute your brothers, should I take action? Should I also take action when you are almost putting your father, Emperor Yuan, under house arrest? You violated the ancestral precepts and provoked

Should I take action when the Nine Gates fight?"

Qin Xun collapsed on the ground and looked at his ancestor with wide eyes. He opened his mouth and was about to say something. The ancestor Shenghe was already impatient. He waved his sleeves and Qin Xun felt that his body was floating down the mountain like a feather.

The voice of our ancestors, neither sad nor happy, came to my ears, "Without virtue or talent, a villain steals the throne. Being a wealthy emperor for the rest of your life is the best ending for you."

Qin Xun fell heavily to the ground and stared at the sky with dull eyes. This time he was completely desperate. The pain in his body was far less painful than the death of his heart.

His ambition, his dream of becoming an emperor through the ages, all became a thing of the past with the wave of sleeves of Saint He Patriarch.

Ancestor Shenghe waved away the unsightly descendants, took out an old mobile phone from his robe, and awkwardly entered a line of text to send: "We have something to discuss, please come to our humble residence to chat."

If anyone sees the tone of these words of Patriarch Sheng He, they will definitely be surprised. Who in this world can allow Patriarch Sheng He to talk with this attitude? The heads of the nine families are not worthy, they can only be the strongest.

Two hours later, a white rainbow fell in front of Ancestor Shenghe. It was a beautiful figure. The holy magician Hua Baiman bowed in greeting, and Ancestor Shenghe returned the bow slightly.

Then a sword light flashed, and the sword energy filled the hill. The sword energy dissipated, and there was another figure beside the two people. He was also an old man, standing there like an unsheathed sword. The Great Qin Sword Saint, toward the

dust.

Chao Chen changed from his idle look in the Goddess State, and now looked like the unattainable Wei Wei Zhiqiang. He nodded slightly at the two of them, and the ancestors of Shenghe and Hua Baiman each bowed in return.

After being promoted to the strongest, identity, age, and status are no longer too important. The ancestor Shenghe will not have more respect for him just because he lives longer.

The three of them looked into the distance. The Wood Master was holding a wooden cane, the Water Master was holding a crystal ball, the Fire Master was holding an iron fan, and the Earth Master was sitting on a stone chair. The four of them were flying in the air.

Come.

They landed not far away and bowed to the three of them.

Although the five of them have the strongest strength together, they are not the strongest in their own realms. When facing the three of them, they must be more respectful.

Seeing people gathered, "A martial saint may have appeared in Pingzhou, Xishan."

Although he didn't say much, he surprised everyone present.