Nightwatcher

The princess of Wan Yao Kingdom didn't pursue, she wrapped her nine tails around Xu Qi'an, and landed in front of Zhao Shou.

The nine tails unfolded and danced gently behind Xu Qi'an, and then the nine fox tails disappeared one by one.

"Wait a minute, where is the floating fragrance?"

In a weak state, Xu Qi'an forced himself to ask. .

The tail was stroking, and a soft and seductive female voice came, sneering and saying:

"My life is about to die, and I still miss women, what a sentimental person."

Sure enough, she is a witch with a bad personality and lacks training. Xu Qi'an understood the other party's ridicule, frowned, saw the other party's fox tails scattered one by one, and asked:

"Others treat me sincerely, and I treat others sincerely."

This is the basic cultivation of a Neptune.

"I betrothed her to a male tribe."

The voice of Princess Wan Yao Kingdom's smile came.

Your mother's call for death? Xu Qi'an's eyes widened instantly!

"Just kidding."

What Princess Wan Yao said next calmed down Xu Qi'an's anger, and she said:

"Fuxiang has returned to my side. The identity of Jiaofang Si Huakui is just an ordinary task for her, and it is also a part of her life journey."

Xu Qi'an nodded, and replied feebly:

"Then I'm relieved."

Even though he knew that Fuxiang was the dark son of the monster clan, and that death was just an opportunity to escape, Xu Qi'an was still relieved to hear that she was fine now, and this fish let her return to the sea for the time being.

In the future, I will look for opportunities to take it back into the fish pond.

Before the last fox tail dissipated, Princess Wan Yao Kingdom smiled and said:

"By the way, Fuxiang's body is a corpse I found from the pile of dead people back then. Not long after he died, the body was still usable, so I used the soul-returning method to implant Fuxiang's soul into it.

"Although that body is no different from a living person, it is still a corpse. After several years of use, it decays and rots uncontrollably. Floating Fragrance has no choice but to feign death to escape."

Xu Qi'an's expression suddenly froze, like a still painting.

"Da Lang, Da Lang"

Second Uncle Xu waited anxiously, seeing the tail of the fox disappearing, he couldn't wait to rush over to check his nephew's injury.

Xu Pingzhi's old face was full of sadness, anger, worry and fear. He held his nephew's hand tightly, fearing that if he let go, his nephew would be gone.

"How come the wound hasn't healed yet, isn't the third grade the so-called immortal body?"

Uncle Xu checked for a while, anxious.

Because the nephew's injury didn't improve, the wound of Yu Sui was still there, the nine magic nails pierced into his flesh and blood, and thick, scarlet blood kept flowing out from the abdominal wound.

In addition, his seven orifices were bleeding, and his appearance was terrifying. He looked like he would die from his injuries at any moment.

"He is on the verge of breaking out and is in urgent need of medical treatment."

Zhao Shou sighed, resisting the pain of a splitting headache, and announced in a deep voice, "Stop the bleeding."

Those hideous and terrifying wounds gradually stopped bleeding, but they still haven't healed.

In Zhao Shou's view, the fact that Xu Qi'an is not dead at this time is a manifestation of Wu Fu's strong vitality.

He wasted a lot in the fight with Joan of Arc, and he was seriously injured, especially the two burn wounds, killing one thousand enemies and self-defeating eight hundred, which is very terrifying.

Then it was inserted into the magic nail, which locked the vitality and blood, leaving him with the cultivation base of a third-rank martial artist, but it was difficult for him to exert himself.

In the end, he used the curse-killing technique recorded in Confucianism, at the cost of self-mutilation, causing Xu Pingfeng, a white-clothed warlock, to suffer the backlash of luck.

The backlash that kills someone with great luck.

It belongs to killing eight hundred enemies and destroying one thousand.

With heavy injuries superimposed, he can still save his life, isn't it the embodiment of Wu Fu's strong vitality.

"Let's go back to the capital first, the only person who can save him right now is the supervisor."

Zhao Shou looked at the battle in the distance. With his third-rank cultivation, he couldn't see the fight between the first-rank Bodhisattva and the first-rank Destiny, because it was covered by layers of formations.

The prisoner is cutting off the back path of the female Bodhisattva, and he wants to kill the Bodhisattva.

Xu Pingzhi picked up his nephew and nodded with a gloomy expression.

He has already remembered, he has remembered everything, he has remembered his elder brother who was the most famous and talented in the world.

It reminded me of the scene where the Xu family used to flourish.

It's just that all of that is in the past. Every year in the capital, high-ranking officials and wealthy people fall from power and their homes are raided. Under the circumstances of shielding the secrets, no one will remember the glorious Xu family twenty years ago.

Late at night, the Royal Study Room.

Candles are shining brightly, as bright as day.

Sitting behind the big case that belonged to the emperor, the prince felt mixed feelings, including emotion, embarrassment, excitement, excitement, and apprehension. Just like ordinary people facing the only one marriage in their life.

The prince knew that whether he could ascend the throne smoothly depends on tonight.

At this time, the princes were still waiting in the side hall, drinking hot tea and eating pastries, waiting for the discussion.

The emperor was beheaded, the dragons had no leader, and the prince naturally stood up to preside over the overall situation. This is a matter of course, and it is also the meaning of the prince's existence.

A country cannot be without a king for a day, nor can it be without a prince for a day.

The role of the crown prince is highlighted at this time. If there is no crown prince in Dafeng, it will probably be chaotic at the moment.

After being appeased during the day, all strata in the capital were generally calm, the most troublesome ones were ordinary people, they gathered at the gate of the imperial city and various yamen, clamoring to see Xu Yinluo.

The common people in the market suspected that Xu Yinluo was secretly captured by the court and even killed him.

Wang Shoufu asked the prince to mobilize the imperial army to suppress the town, and at the same time ordered the Beijing officials to come forward to appease, and the two-pronged approach stopped the possible riots.

"Your Highness, Lord Shoufu is here."

The old eunuch stepped over the threshold, stood below, and said in a low voice.

Wearing a scarlet robe and an official hat, Wang Shoufu stepped into the imperial study with steady steps.

Compared with the panic of the ministers, Wang Shoufu's face was calm and his spirit was very good. His whole person seemed to have been completely reborn, sweeping away his ailments.

"Your Highness!"

Wang Shoufu made a bow.

"Master Shoufu, at this moment, what should we do?"

The crown prince looked down at Wang Shoufu.

He knew that Wang Shoufu would be an important support for his ascension to the throne, and also someone he could rely on in the future. As long as he reached an "alliance" with Wang Shoufu, he would be able to suppress all parties in a short period of time and sit firmly in the dragon chair.

And this is not difficult, because there are many princelings in the royal party.

Wang Shoufu himself didn't stand in line, that's because he was under the pressure of his father before, so Shoufu naturally couldn't stand in line.

But in fact, Wang Shoufu himself is a princeling, at least he is biased towards himself, otherwise he would not sit back and watch the members of the royal party secretly take refuge in him.

Wang Shoufu said: "Your Highness has to do three things: first, stabilize the hearts of the people. Second, stabilize the morale of the army. Third, stabilize the court."

The prince leaned forward slightly, and said with a smile, "Sir Shoufu thinks, how should we stabilize these three?"

Wang Shoufu seemed to have already prepared a draft, methodically, and said slowly:

"Your Highness, everyone knows that Xu Qi'an beheaded the late emperor outside the capital. This matter cannot be concealed. Forcibly covering it up will only make the people angry and they will no longer trust the imperial court."

Now, everyone in the capital thought of Xu Qi'an again, and remembered that he was the expert who killed the emperor.

The prince sighed, it was the same as he thought.

Wang Zhenwen continued:

"Inform the people of what the late emperor did, and announce it to the world, cut off the food and grass of the army, and harmed the worthy ministers, so that 80,000 soldiers died at the hands of the witch gods. After that, you, the prince, in the name of the son of man, denounced the late emperor and forbade the late emperor's actions." The tablet is located in the Taimiao, and the bones are not allowed to enter the imperial mausoleum.

"Afterwards, Xu Qi'an was rewarded, the official was reinstated, he was conferred a title, and it was announced to the world. In this way, the hearts of the people and the army can be assured. The actions of the late emperor will certainly cause great loss of face and prestige to the court and the royal family, but the actions of the prince, It will make the common people and people of insight all over the world applaud, and they will look forward to the dynasty being in the hands of the new king and creating a new atmosphere."

The first emperor Wang Zhenwen refers to is Emperor Yuan Jing.

"This is impossible!"

The prince was shocked, and he thought that you want me to be a son of man.

No matter how perverted the first emperor was, father and son will always be father and son. Others can scold the first emperor, but his son cannot do so.

Even if it makes sense, it will be stigmatized as not being a son of man.

This infamy may not appear in the short term, but it must be recorded in history books.

Throughout the dynasties, even if the son forced the palace to usurp the throne, he had to make a good offering for the father and imprison him in the palace.

Throughout the past and present, I can't find a case of whipping Lao Tzu's corpse, because it is too taboo, and smart people would not do it.

"The prince wants to quickly accumulate prestige, win the love of the people, and give the people confidence in the new dynasty. This is the price that must be paid. With a wise king like His Highness ascending the throne, and Xu Qi'an being enshrined and sitting in the court, the overall situation can be determined."

"Impossible." The prince still shook his head.

Wang Shoufu nodded, and said the second plan:

"Then it is falsely claiming that His Majesty is controlled by the Witch God Sect with sorcery, and that's why he did these perverse things. Xu Yinluo took the initiative to stop the Witch God Sect's plot.

"The battle between Dafeng and the Sorcerer Sect has just ended, and the people are angry at the fact that 80,000 soldiers died in the Northeast. No one will suspect that this is just a way to divert the conflict and transfer the anger of the people to the Sorcerer Sect.

"However, for Xu Qi'an's deeds, we still need to praise him. This will help restore the image of the imperial court. Today's people gathered in various yamen and imperial city gates is the best proof."

The prince was silent for a long time without any rebuttal.

Seeing this, Wang Shoufu continued:

"The last thing is to stabilize the court. What you are worried about is nothing more than the sentence of one courtier and one courtier. Your Highness should do more to win over."

"How to win over?"

the prince asked.

Soliciting is not a verbal promise, but actual benefits must be given. Therefore, to woo one group of people, it is necessary to suppress another group of people.

The prince is actually asking: who is being suppressed?

Wang Shoufu said lightly:

"Yuan Xiong, the right capital of the Yushitai, and Qin Yuandao, the Minister of the Ministry of War, colluded with the Witch God Sect, controlled His Majesty, and attempted to subvert Dafeng. The crime is unforgivable. The nine clans should be punished. The rest of the party, all ransacked their homes.

"But the crown prince first ascended the Great Treasure, and he needs to pardon the whole world. Yuan Xiong and Qin Yuandao beheaded the public, confiscated the family property, and the female family members of the family were filled into the Jiaofang Secretary, so the clansmen can be exonerated.

"A group of accomplices, depending on the seriousness of the case, will be punished with ransacking, dismissal and beheading, and family members will be exempted from consecutive sittings."

The time of disposal and the method of disposal are all given out.

The prince thought for a long time, then nodded slowly: "Good!"

As he spoke, he turned his head and told the old eunuch: "Notify the gentlemen, enter the palace to discuss matters."

Yunlu Academy.

Xu Pingzhi returned to the courtyard with a tired face.

Because of his sudden departure, his aunt and daughters returned to the academy to wait for him.

"Old, sir"

The glamorous and plump aunt came up to her, her face was a little ugly, and she whispered:

"I, I seem to have forgotten a lot of things before."

For example, the reason why my aunt's father, the old scholar, married her to Xu Pingzhi was not because she was pure-hearted and not good at house fighting.

It was because Xu's family was a wealthy family back then, and Xu Pingzhi's elder brother held a high position and held power.

The old scholar relied on his daughter's beauty as a fairy, not like a common thing in the world, so he married her daughter to Xu Jiaerlang, that is, Xu Pingzhi.

But these things, my aunt found that she had forgotten all these years.

In addition, Xu Pingzhi's eldest brother, who is an old soldier in the Shanhaiguan Battle, is obviously one of the court lords and a powerful figure.

Second Uncle Xu glanced at his wife, exhausted in his bones, and said softly:

"Forget it and forget it. It's better to forget it. Some things will only hurt people when you think about them, and some people will only hurt you when you think about them."

Auntie opened her mouth, her beautiful and delicate face was blank, she hesitated to speak.

Xu Lingyue ran out of the house, and the 28-year-old girl stood on her toes, kept looking back, and said eagerly:

"Where's my brother, where's my brother"

"He's in Sitianjian, and he's fine now."

Xu Pingzhi comforted his daughter, and then said, "I think we probably don't need to leave Beijing."

Star Observation Building, in the bedroom.

Chu Yuanzhen, Lina, Li Miaozhen, Master Hengyuan, the four of them sat around the square table, drinking tea silently.

They already knew what happened to Xu Qi'an later, they knew about Xu Pingfeng's existence, and the fact that he used his son as a container and now plans to kill him for luck.

Xu Qi'an told them the truth.

At this point, there is actually no need to hide anything. Emperor Joan of Arc has been killed, the father and son have a showdown, and everything has surfaced.

Showdown, I am the son of luck.

Of course, Xu Qi'an would not publicize this matter, but it is absolutely fine to tell his closest partner.

"It's unbelievable, it turns out that his life experience is so bizarre, so disturbing." Chu Yuanzhen murmured.

"Amitabha."

Master Hengyuan's bitter and vengeful expression: "Father killed his son, a tragedy in the world, Mr. Xu's life experience is embarrassing."

Li Miaozhen's face was gloomy, she held her teacup and didn't say a word.

She has both sympathy and pity, and at the same time mixed with overwhelming anger.

"Tiger poison doesn't eat babies, this Xu Pingfeng, I will stab him to death sooner or later!"

The youth of Tianzong Saintess has returned.

"We have a tribe in southern Xinjiang that is also like this. When a son becomes an adult, if he thinks he is strong enough, he can challenge his father. If he wins, he will inherit everything from his father, including his biological mother. If he loses, he will die.

"And if a father feels that a son is a big threat to him, he can also initiate a challenge and kill his son openly to protect his status and interests."

Lina said.

It was a tribe of loving fathers and filial sons.

Chu Yuanzhen and the other three ignored her. Many tribes in southern Xinjiang are in the ignorance of drinking blood, and they have all sorts of weird customs.

But here is Dafeng, and there are ethics.

Xu Qi'an's life experience made them feel extremely sympathetic, and aroused a sense of common hatred and hatred.

Ignore me Lina puffed her cheeks, a little unhappy, and was about to speak, when she suddenly covered her stomach and frowned:

"Okay, it hurts, it hurts

"Seven, seven absolute Gu"

The moon is bright and the stars are rare.

On the gossip platform of the Star Observation Tower, there were bursts of coughing.

The cold wind howled, Xu Qi'an was wrapped in a blanket, sitting by the desk, holding a bowl of medicinal soup in his hand.

Zhong Li squatted in front of the small stove, boiling medicine for him, while Chu Caiwei concentrated on suturing his wound and applying pain-relieving ointment.

Song Qing heard that her best friend was seriously injured and dying, so she also said that she would come to help.

There is no need for Xu Qi'an to drive him away.

After taking Jianzheng's elixir, drinking a few bowls of medicinal soup, and Chu Caiwei forcibly stitching up those wounds that could not heal, Xu Qi'an finally recovered his breath. Although he was ill, his injuries were indeed improving.

If it were him in the Yuyangguan period, he might not have persisted until the prison returned, and he would have let go.

However, the magic nail was still in his body and had not been pulled out.

If the nail is not pulled out, his cultivation base will be sealed together with Shenshu.

"The female Bodhisattva named "Liuli" is dead?"

Xu Qi'an looked at the white-clothed man with the back of his head facing him.

Jianzheng shook his head slightly: "It's not so easy to kill Yipin, it's just a serious injury to her, and she won't be able to leave the Western Regions for at least two years."

Xu Qi'an took a deep breath and said with a smile: "This Bodhisattva seems to be weaker than Salun Agu."

He smelled the faint fragrance of virginity on Chu Caiwei's body, as well as the strong smell of meat buns.

hungry

"Those who can become a first-rank will not be weak, and each has its own strengths. The battle between first-ranks depends on the right time, place and people. In Dafeng territory, only super-ranks can beat me. However, Dafeng's national strength has weakened so far. Two first-class ones will stop me."

The supervisor paused for a moment, and continued: "The entanglement with Salun Agu is just because I don't want to harm the people in the capital. Besides, it's inconvenient for me to intervene in the matter between you and your father."

inconvenient?

Why is it convenient for your apprentice to backstab you?

Without waiting for Xu Qi'an to ask, the supervisor gave an explanation:

"Destiny cannot reveal the secrets of the heavens, it can only be tactful and secretly arranged, success or failure is determined."

Jianzheng means that he used the means of destiny to gain insight into Xu Pingfeng's plan, which is equivalent to insight into the secrets of the heavens, so he cannot forcibly intervene or leak the secrets of the heavens. His shot to repel the female bodhisattva has nothing to do with leaking the secrets of the heavens. It was Xu Qi'an who defeated the foreign enemy, showing a sudden expression.

He immediately asked: "Did you know that the female Bodhisattva would come?"

The prisoner grabbed the wine glass on the case, drank it all in one gulp, and let out a sigh of satisfaction:

"Glass Bodhisattva, possesses two major bodhisattva statuses, the five-color colored glaze dharma image and the practitioner's dharma image, the latter can travel to Mujing Mountain in the Western Regions."

so? Xu Qi'an didn't understand the meaning of supervision.

The supervisor smiled and said, "Next, I want to tell you two things, which are very important."

Xu Qi'an sat upright, listening with a serious face.