Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 112 111. Su family clues (second more)

In the distance, under the eaves, Ning Xiaoyu's figure appeared in a shadow.

From start to finish, she has not moved, and neither the guardian of the imperial army nor the moth attacked by the moth in the rain is where she really is.

Because the first military flag she used was not "aggression like fire" but "difficult to know like yin", how could a general be easily beheaded?

She stood up and looked at the boy, and muttered: "It's really strong."

However, her expression of emotion only lasted for two or three seconds, and she smiled and waved to the distance, opening her mouth, compared to a "little brother so handsome".

Xia Ji didn't look at her. The seventh of the Eight Wonders of Confucianism, like Hu Xian'er, had its own messy style.

Hu Xian'er can make the painting style turn yellow instantly.

This person can instantly make his painting style full of rural flavor.

The empress walked out of the main hall, and the leader and the soldier hurriedly said, "See the empress."

Xia Xiaosu looked at the figure standing in the spring rain, full of indomitable coercion. Her heart was warm. This is her brother and her strongest support. As long as he comes out, what kind of predicament It doesn't seem to be scary anymore.

And what can I do?

The night is still long.

The queen took off her dragon robe, cut the meat and vegetables in the kitchen "indole", washed the lamb, sliced ​​the quilt, and prepared everything such as spices.

Watching the water in the pot boil, she put the mutton in, boiled the blood water, and then started the second pot, put the spices and mutton neatly one by one, and then started to steam slowly.

At the end, sprinkle with chopped green onion.

There are still a lot of things waiting for her in the imperial library, but she spends all her time cooking soup

The hot and white soup slowly evaporates, and the meat is delicious.

She picked up three bowls and put them on a tray, and took two more cups of wine. More of the lamb soup was left in the pot. Don't think she didn't know that the fox was smelling the meat in the distance.

She went out, walked through the spring rainy night that was still full of blood, came to the door of a palace, knocked on the door gently, "Brother, are you asleep?"

Xia Jizheng was sitting cross-legged in the darkness. Hearing the sound, with a flick of his fingers, Chunyang Zhenqi was like a flame, and instantly lit a long bright lamp on the wall. From far and near, the room was bright.

"No."

"I'm here."

brush.

Before the queen opened the door, Xia Ji was already standing in front of the door, opened the door, and the siblings looked at each other, everything was silent.

The queen put the tray on the table in the temple, wiped her hands, and smiled: "I don't know if the craftsmanship has regressed."

Xia Ji is outside. Although there are so many food and wine, how can it compare to this mutton soup?

He sat at the table and drank, relived this "homely" supper.

"There is less salt."

"You are too heavy. I have put a lot of salt."

Xia Ji drank the soup quickly, and said vaguely, "The craftsmanship has regressed."

Xia Xiaosu tilted her head and saw that her brother was drinking soup very fast. In a blink of an eye, she had swept away two bowls, and then was drinking the third bowl. She looked at her brother with false eyes and said with her arms akimbo: "Then you don't drink it."

Guru Guru Guru

Xia Ji drank the third bowl of soup, with the meat bulging in her cheeks, then put the bowl on the table and said vaguely: "If you don't drink it, you won't drink it."

Xia Xiaosu glanced at the empty bowl and snorted proudly: "If you say no, your body is honest."

The two did not really quarrel, but quarreled and fought each other as they were used to.

In this dark and boundless world, if there is such a person in the world who can treat you this way, how lucky would it be?

Xia Ji suddenly asked, "Do you want to kill all the people in the Turkic Mission? There are still masters among them."

Xia Xiaosu looked at him and fell silent.

Xia Ji walked over, combed her long soft hair with both hands, and said softly, "My Queen, what can I do for you?"

Xia Xiaosu raised his hand, slapped him on his arm with a "slap" like a baby, and then sighed: "I don't have an ancestral dragon empowerment, will I not be a royal?"

Xia Ji was silent, and then said: "Come and sit down, you don't know many secrets, let me tell you."

That night, he told the story of the five great families of the "Su Wu Zhou Lu Shen" who controlled everything in the world.

He didn't say much.

I didn't say how many secrets were left in the Six Ancients and Six Epochs. They just lived in a certain segment of the long river of time, and he didn't know where the river came from and where it went.

A hundred years may not be short, but for the long time and space, it is just a drop in the ocean. People live for a hundred years and spend a hundred springs and autumns. But in this vast universe, what is the difference from the mayfly that is dying in the future?

Anyone will die.

This is the human limit.

"Five great families?" Xia Xiaosu looked back at the names of the fifth families, but she had never heard of them, including the Su family where Su Linyu was located, she didn't even know.

The siblings chatted for a while, and the queen left to deal with affairs.

Xia Ji turned around, pushed aside the palace's bookshelf mechanism, and entered the secret room.

With the sound of footsteps, the wall lamp of the secret room swims like a yellow snake, gradually brightening in a circle.

In the light, the wind cow and horse stood still, leaning against the wall.

But there was no panic in his eyes, but with an air of "being at peace". Two strands of white-colored temples fell quietly from his shoulders, and the two knives were placed on his knees. The fit of the separation and the knife.

He moved his eyes when he heard the sound of footsteps. When he saw the person coming, he was not surprised, but just puzzled.

Xia Ji freed his dumb acupuncture points and asked, "Who are you?"

"Northland Knife King, the wind and the horse."

"I ask your true identity."

"True identity?" Feng Niuma was stunned, his eyes were stunned, "Will King Shenwu mistake Feng for someone else?"

Xia Ji's spirit is enormous now, he already has the function of "automatic polygraph", no matter who is lying in front of him, he can detect it.

But this is not a lie.

Therefore, Xia Ji changed his question: "Where did you learn your profound arts?"

Feng Niu Ma sneered and said: "I thought the heroic hero of the dignified king of martial arts, but I never thought that he was greedy for other people's martial arts, unscrupulous."

His voice stopped abruptly.

A tyrannical breath was like being born in the ocean tide, and after another two or three seconds, it turned into a deep sea raging wave and burst out suddenly, covering the northern sword king, making him even feel suffocated.

This Shenwu King clearly stood still, even without luck, but Feng Niu Ma had heard the violent tidal sound under his skin, his blood was like a thunder hammer drum, roaring,

The ever-bright lights in the entire secret room seemed unable to withstand this strange pressure, and began to vibrate, and the wick moved with it, making the flame immobile.

Xia Ji only slightly released the energy in his body, and allowed the condensed blood to surging up. Now that it is finished, it has converged again, compressing the strength of the eleventh realm back under his skin. .

The thunderous sound of the entire secret room disappeared.

He asked: "Do I need to be greedy for your martial arts?"

Feng Niu Ma was sluggish for a moment, then sighed, "Have you ever stepped on that moat?"

Xia Ji nodded.

Feng Niu Ma laughed at himself: "Heh, this little thing is really inaccessible to His Highness."

He recalled it, and then said: "The profound art I learned is called the Code of Silver Dragon, and the sword technique is called Wushengdao. The sword was taught by a strong man from the Heavenly Sword School. , Xuan Gong is"

He hesitated, laughed at himself again, and continued: "Mysterious art was obtained from the empowerment when I was 16 years old. Now I am forty-six."

"How to empower?"

Feng Niu Ma said: "I have a beautiful jade on my waist, which I got from it. This jade was born with me, and I was an abandoned baby, raised by hunters in the mountains."

Xia Ji palmed his hand, grabbed his waist, and held a piece of jade.

The jade body was cold and crystal clear like a spotless blue lake, obviously a priceless species, but the whole jade formed the shape of a dragon.

He recalled that this should be different from the so-called ancestral dragon empowerment of the royal family, but the "sixteen-year-old" is the same. Is this a threshold of life for the empowerment?

This wind and horse is likely to belong to the Su family, because the "Silver Dragon Code" he learned is exactly the same as the second method used by the emperor before. This method is Xia Taigan's absorption of the strength of his mother Su Linyu.

Feng Niu Ma was talking, and suddenly reacted, "His Royal Highness recognizes my profound art?"

Xia Ji nodded.

Feng Niu Ma's expression became excited: "Please also your Highness can tell me Feng is grateful."

Xia Ji didn't speak, and with a move of his finger, he took a drop of the blood of the Northern Sword King, then touched his dumb acupuncture point and turned around and left the secret room.

Later, he found Xia Xiaosu again and asked his sister for a drop of blood. Then he returned to the palace, poured clean water on the crystal vessel, and then dripped blood on both sides of the vessel, and then bounced into his own small Dripping blood.

"Blood confession" is a very reliable practice in this world. It is rumored that "the gods are hidden in the blood". Only when they fit together can they attract each other, and then blend together, implying "the same God". It is different from the previous life.

The three drops of blood are obviously far away, but they are drawn by a magical force, and they all move suddenly, and then his blood and Xia Xiaosu's blood first "snap" together, and then they come together again. When they were put together, they melted into a whole, and they fell red in the center of the crystal vessel.

Xia Ji's pupils contracted slightly, "Su Family"

He returned to the secret room again and unlocked the dumb hole of the wind and cow.

"Have you tried my blood?"

Xia Ji looked at him and slowly said, "You and I have the same blood."

Feng Niu Ma was dumbfounded, his eyes widened.

Xia Ji said again: "Don't get me wrong, you are not a royal."

Feng Niuma's eyes showed an incomprehensible look, and his face was full of question marks. No matter how rich his imagination was, he couldn't think of this complicated relationship.

After a long time, he said, "In fact, Feng has run out of time, is dying, and has no medicine to cure. This time he came out of the mountain, first he wanted to do something while watching the turmoil in the world, and secondly he wanted to see if he could find it. When it comes to the method of continuation of life, I want to find a successor for the life-long learning.

If His Highness can tell Feng the truth truthfully, Feng will be willing to cooperate with His Highness in anything. "

Xia Ji looked at him, "Surely anything?"

"Not against morality."

"I only want you to tell me everything in your life, and then pass on to me the profound arts and sword techniques you have learned."

Feng Niuma hesitated for a long time, then slowly nodded.

Next.

The Turkic mission did not dare to make trouble again, and the Turkic general who was hiding behind the scenes did not dare to show up. They took the portrait given by Xia Xiaosu and respectfully thanked the empress for her grace, and then left.

In the imperial capital, things about King Shenwu spread out again, and the reputation of the young prince began to recover, and those "magic names, infamy" quickly disappeared.

There is a three list of heaven, earth and people on the Fengyun Tower for people to refer to. Although the legend is not on the list, the Fengyun Tower will produce the "Legend Record".

At this time, a scholar wrote slowly in lower letters in front of the window, "In the 999 years of the Shang calendar, the king of Shenwu fought fiercely in the rain. The enemy had two wolves and eight dead. The next day, the city was clear, and the strange monster appeared in the city. Zhang, the ancient species suspected to have come with the Turkic mission, but they have all been beheaded."

After the scholar finished writing, he looked at this legendary record.

——"Shenwu King" Xia Ji

--legend

-Realm: Suspected of crossing the realm of law

——Good at exercises: Fudo Ming Wang Body, Bao Ri Emperor Body, Nine Sun Heart Sutra, Eighteen Town Prison Power, Unknown Flying Knife Method, Unknown Spiritual Mystery, Unknown Void and Invisible Method of Killing and Saving People

——All artifacts: Tathagata prayer beads (many), burning lamps and lanterns, suspected to have space for storage and clothing

——All God Weapon: Great Dark Sky Halberd, Wild Lion Demon Armor

The scholar looked at the portrait of the young man recorded in the legend. This portrait was painted by the national masters in the building. It can be said to have a certain spirit.

The scholar held Xue's cheeks and looked at the boy who was two years younger than himself. He saw that the quietness and domineering outlined by the ink brush perfectly blended, domineering and domineering, but gentle and friendly with the breath of life.

"Mirror, how many times have you said that the Legend Record can't spend more than a stick of incense time."

A voice came from outside the door, "After the record is finished, put it back. These secret records need to be compiled every three years, and this legendary record cannot be circulated, otherwise, my Fengyun Tower may be in disaster."

"I see, the original poster."

The scholar reluctantly closed the booklet, and then said: "If the realm is determined only by the three-list theory, is it too vague? Can the system division of the Middle Ages be restored and spread to the world?"

"The acquired four realms, the innate four realms, the extreme meaning, the dharma, these ten realms?"

"Exactly."

The original poster gently stroked his long beard, and said frankly: "The birth of profound art five hundred years ago is a big secret. The major forces don’t want this secret to spread, so they abandoned the realm, but now this has passed. The next time the third list is released, add the title of realm and pass it on."

The scholar opened the legendary record again.

"Mirror, what are you doing?"

The book began to write and fell after the "Realm Column" of "Shen Wu Wang". The original font disappeared directly, and then it was changed to "Suspected Eleven Realms".

The host asked: "Mirror, you don't even know what the eleventh realm is, do you?"

"It's better than the law," the scholar said with a smile, "I am so lucky to be able to live in an era with such a man. From now on I will take him as a subject and record it specifically."

For a long time, the scholar said indifferently: "Lord, the world has misunderstood King Shenwu for so long. Now that his reputation is recovering, I will apply to help him."

"The people in the building, if they want to promote public opinion, it's okay, but one thousand points will be deducted for this."

"One Thousand" the scholar was speechless, and then said, "Keep it." 鈥斺�

PS: There will be a watch in the evening, I weakly ask for a monthly pass

(End of this chapter)