Ruins of the past

Bingbi eunuch Chen Zhong looked at the change in Emperor Yong'an's face and felt increasingly uneasy. It felt like a big stone was pressing on his chest.

In his mind, he frantically recalled what was written in this official document.

This official document not only records all the details of the entire martial arts competition, but also the secret actions of the Tianyu School, the rumors that suppressed Chu Qiguang, the changes in moves in the ring, Chu Qiguang's birthday... and so on. All intelligence is recorded in it, showing strong intelligence capabilities.

At the same time, Chen Zhong saw colorful lights flashing all over Emperor Yong'an's body. These lights seemed to come from all directions between heaven and earth, and continued to converge in the center of Emperor Yong'an's eyebrows.

Chen Zhong could even see a faint dragon shadow flashing through the light.

He thought to himself: 'Is Your Majesty using the capital's spiritual veins and Feng Shui formations for divination? ’

Chen Zhong looked closely and found that the seven-colored light flowing in Emperor Yong'an's eyes seemed to contain the vast and boundless mystery in the deepest part of the universe, or the abyss beyond human imagination in the Nine Nether Hell.

It wasn't until Emperor Yong'an walked out of the hall step by step that Chen Zhong came back to his senses and followed closely. But that kind of indescribable evil charm that makes people fascinated and obsessed has been deeply left in his mind, making him unforgettable.

‘Your Majesty’s cultivation is becoming more and more unfathomable. ’

Emperor Yong'an looked up at the sky at this moment. His eyes seemed to see through the sky and see the long river of destiny flowing slowly between heaven and earth.

Then he looked north.

In the eyes of Emperor Yong'an, there was a group of black clouds in the northwest that was constantly changing. From time to time, more than a dozen wolf heads of different shapes appeared. They looked ferocious from the front and roared, looking like greedy wolves. He knew that this was the representative northwest wolf. clan.

To the northeast, a golden eagle representing the Northeast Eagle Clan soared into the sky. Although it was much smaller than Tanlang, it was physically and mentally strong, and the golden light on its body was purer.

Then there are the Bear Clan in the southwest, the Dragon Clan in the depths of the East China Sea, the remnants of the Xia Dynasty in the southeastern archipelago, and even the more distant Dazhu... The fate of countless countries and races emerged in his colorful eyes.

"The destiny of the country has not changed."

Then he looked up at the sky. Although it was daytime, he could see the sea of ​​stars surging. Each star seemed to represent a person's destiny.

"Jiang Longyu's destiny has not changed, but I have already calculated that he has strong luck and it is time for him to move forward without hesitation and make great progress. He has no defeat until he enters the Tao. Why did he lose to Chu Qiguang?"

"There's something wrong with Chu Qiguang's birth date...I actually calculated a state of chaos and confusion?"

The more Chu Qiguang's destiny and birth date were calculated, the more the colorful light in Emperor Yong'an's eyes became distorted and flickering.

The next moment, pieces of dragon scales even appeared faintly on his vest, and muscles on his neck were slightly protruding.

"Um!?"

Emperor Yong'an gave a low shout and immediately stopped the strange look in his eyes, and the colorful light also dissipated.

Then he calculated silently for a long time, but still had no clue, and then sighed: "When the country is about to perish, evildoers will appear."

Chen Zhong was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat and fell to his knees directly on the ground.

Emperor Yong'an said slowly: "Chen Zhong, I still remember that in the second year of Yong'an, I took 108 people from Qin Tianjian to calculate the national destiny. In the end, it took ten months. Qin Tianjian was vomiting blood and died, and the remaining subordinate officials and Lang Guan There were countless casualties.”

"Finally, I calculated that these eight generals who will revitalize the Han Dynasty are the glimmer of hope for our race to reverse its fortunes. It is said that when a country prospers, there must be Zhenxiang, and these eight people are the Zhenxiang of our great Han."

"But now Chu Qiguang appears out of nowhere. He is not among these eight people, but he defeated Jiang Longyu, one of the eight people."

"Do you think he is a monster? Or is he Zhenxiang?"

Chen Zhong kowtowed as if pounding garlic, and said fearfully: "I don't know."

Emperor Yong'an thought for a moment, waved his hand and said: "Send him to the Demon-Suppressing Division... No, send him and Jiang Longyu to the Demon-Suppressing Division. If they can pass the test of the Demon-Suppressing Division in a year, they will be given the chance to enter the Dao and rectify the Dharma. .”

"Also, find out what Chu Qiguang's real birth date is."

Chen Zhong immediately bowed and responded.

Emperor Yong'an said calmly: "Daban, guess why I let the two of them enter the Demon-Suppressing Division?"

Chen Zhong knew that this was the habit of the Ninth Five Supreme Being in front of him. He especially liked to let his subordinates figure out what he meant, so he said: "This matter about Chu Qiguang... I can guess it, no matter he is a monster or a demon." If Xiang is sent to the Demon Suppressing Division, he will never have the chance to get involved in government affairs or join the cabinet to worship the prime minister. He can only be the sword in the hands of the Immortal Emperor with peace of mind."

At this point, he said with a puzzled look on his face: "But Jiang Longyu... I'm sorry for my stupidity, but I really can't guess it."

Emperor Yong'an smiled: "It's not that you can't guess it, but you don't dare to say it."

Of course Chen Zhong knew that what the emperor was most angry about with Jiang Longyu was not that he was defeated, but that he was too close to the people of the Tianyu School and was actually willing to suppress Chu Qiguang on behalf of the people of the Tianyu School.

The Tianyu School itself is already too powerful. Emperor Yong'an put Jiang Longyu into the Seven Kills School just to let him compete with the Tianyu School in the future. How could he tolerate Jiang Longyu being influenced by the Tianyu School.

Chen Zhong knew that the most annoying thing about the emperor in front of him was that his ministers were harmonious and united. The second annoying thing was that his subordinates guessed his thoughts correctly.

But these ministers had to keep guessing the emperor's thoughts for the sake of power and wealth. They were forced to play this game like a cat playing with a mouse.

But at this moment, Chen Zhong looked at Emperor Yong'an's half-smiling eyes, and felt that he had missed something again.

…

On the day when the martial arts course in Beiyue Prefecture ended, Chu Qiguang, Hao Yongtai, and Hao Xiangtong were packing their things and planned to go back to Qingyang County together today.

Wang Chaoqun and Zhang Yuntian, candidates from the same county who were still somewhat estranged from Chu Qiguang before, also came over and began to apologize to Chu Qiguang.

Speaking of which, neither of them passed the martial arts examination this year. Instead, they were beaten by Chu Qiguang, Jiang Longyu, Chen Yuebai and others.

Hao Xiangtong glanced at them sideways, knowing that the two of them saw that Chu Qiguang's future was promising, so they came to hook up again, and he didn't look good on them at all.

At this moment, Hao Yongtai approached his sister and said, "Xiangtong, can you lend me some money?"

Hao Xiangtong asked strangely: "Brother...are you short of money?"

"Why am I short of silver? I'm just too lazy to go to the bank to get it." Hao Yongtai smiled and said, "I just want cash."

Hao Xiangtong stuffed fifty taels of silver into the other party, and Hao Yongtai said with a bitter face: "It's not enough."

Hao Xiangtong immediately became serious: "I'm not rich either. If you don't have enough money, just give it to me."

Seeing Hao Xiangtong reaching out to grab it, Hao Yongtai immediately ducked back: "That's enough, that's enough. I'll go out and come back when I set out."

Seeing Hao Yongtai running out in a hurry, Hao Xiangtong frowned and said, "It's weird."

A moment later, Hao Xiangtong saw an old man in rich clothes walking in. Just when she felt familiar, she heard the other man shout: "Does Chu Qi just live here?"

Chu Qiguang had already greeted him: "Senior Wu, why are you here?"

The person who came was none other than Wu Liangxu, who Chu Qiguang tried his best but could not move his fingers at the banquet. This time, one of the three examiners was Wu Liangxu, the owner of the Yinshan Martial Arts School, a sixty-five-year-old veteran.

Wu Liangxu looked at Chu Qiguang for a few times and suddenly asked: "Who is your master?"