The Grand Void – Becoming a Dragon

the capital.

royal palace.

bang!

The jade cup was smashed to pieces!

The emperor's face was cold, he clenched his fists, his face was livid.

What did the message say?

A young man in business, with disabled legs, founded a huge business firm, but in the end he blatantly destroyed the sacred objects, assassinated the king of Chen in vain, and openly rebelled?

What is this Arabian Nights?

How dare a mere private businessman destroy a sacred object, assassinate King Chen, or openly rebel?

Nine times out of ten, it was King Chen who was too domineering in the sixteen mansions of Huai'an and forced the other party back.

But the mere merchants would be killed if they were killed, but the following news said that more than 20,000 Zhennan troops besieged the villa built by the merchant, but they were defeated and fled?

"The news says that the villa is called Qianlong Villa, and there is a dragon hidden in it."

"This issue……"

The emperor suddenly waved his sleeves, his eyes were frosty, and said coldly: "Have you checked?"

The man below knelt down on both knees, kowtowed and said: "Go back to the emperor, I have found out, this matter is correct."

The emperor's complexion changed, as if he couldn't believe it, and his breathing became slightly heavier.

And at this moment, a voice came from outside.

"The national teacher asks to see you."

"Come in!"

"emperor."

A middle-aged Taoist priest hurried in and bowed down.

The emperor stood above it, looked down, gritted his teeth and said, "Have you heard the rumors?"

The national teacher hurriedly responded: "This matter has already spread, but fortunately, whether it is in the court or in the market, most of them are regarded as fabricated legends. Except for the believers who always pray to God and Buddha, there are not many people. really."

The emperor gritted his teeth slightly, and said in a low voice, "Is there really a flood dragon in this world?"

Upon hearing this, the national teacher raised his head, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and immediately nodded and said, "Yes!"

He was born in a Taoist school, so he can be regarded as a practitioner, but he only cultivated for half his life, and he only cultivated a ray of true energy, which travels through the whole body, soothes menstrual blood, prolongs life, and does not invade from cold and heat.

Other than that, he is only a martial artist at the second level of martial arts.

His master ancestor refined his true energy into Dao seals, he was able to step up and down, he was able to manipulate water and fire, and he was able to use Taoism.

It's a pity that he is not good at learning art and can't perform Taoism.

Being able to keep the status of the national teacher depends on watching the sky, surveying the terrain, determining geomantic omen, and predicting people's luck based on human appearance, that's all.

In the court, he, the national teacher, is usually denounced by civil servants and Confucians as a magic stick to disrupt the court.

But he knew that Dao seal can be condensed on the top of true energy.

It's just that the flood dragon is obviously beyond the scope of Dao Seal.

Fairy-like cultivation!

Fabulous presence!

It only existed in ancient records hundreds of years ago.

"Is there really such a god in the world?"

The emperor sat down slowly, his expression in a daze: "Such supernatural power, comparable to a hundred thousand troops, but it doesn't belong to me, the lord of destiny?"

No one knows, at this very moment, what kind of complexity is in the heart of this supreme emperor, and what kind of turbulent waves are set off.

The national teacher said in a low voice: "The power of the flood dragon is by no means inferior to the fairy gods in the legendary records. It is no longer invincible to the power of the world. No martial arts master can compare with it... Poor Dao looked through the ancient books and estimated the strength of this realm. The mana might surpass the world, and no force in the world can harm it, even if the army is an elite army, they are still ordinary people, whether there are ten thousand people, one hundred thousand, or one million people, it really doesn't make any difference."

The emperor slowly closed his eyes, unable to suppress the shock in his heart. After a while, he opened his mouth and asked, "Is there a way to keep it for myself? Or... slaying the dragon?"

Under the couch, how can you allow others to sleep soundly?

If this flood dragon is a wild beast in the mountains and forests, it would be fine if it was like a fur and drank blood.

But this Jiaolong, which is comparable to an army of millions, is in the hands of one person!

How does this teach him not to be afraid of this person?

What's more, this person, in six years, has established a party, amassed money, and rebelled before him!

"This person is not dead, I feel uneasy."

The emperor gritted his teeth slightly, and said in a low voice: "Master, you must find a way to subdue or kill the dragon..."

He put one hand on the jade seal in front of him, and said slowly: "In my great country, no one is allowed to raise private soldiers. Even if it is a general under his command, with an army of more than ten thousand, I can hardly sleep or eat... Now in the country... , if this person Jiaolong is with him, if he has the help of a million troops, how can I feel at ease?"

The national teacher's complexion changed slightly, and he was about to continue speaking.

But he saw the emperor's eyes were cold.

He was shocked and dared not say more.

The dignified national teacher can't think of any way, so what's the use of him?

Now that the emperor is in a fit of anger, if he speaks truthfully, perhaps the emperor will be enraged and think that his national teacher is useless, and maybe he will be pushed down and beheaded.

"I will try my best, read the ancient books, and see what kind of Feng Shui formation, or magical medicine, to suppress this dragon."

The national teacher bowed slightly, and said hesitantly: "But the divine power of the flood dragon is no longer comparable to human power, and it is above the world. It may be difficult to control it with meager cultivation alone... The emperor still needs to mobilize troops, dispatch elites, and use the magic crossbow of heaven to fight against it... Wait for the sharp weapon and carry out the siege."

The emperor nodded and said: "I have ordered all generals to discuss matters in court."

The national teacher paused, and said in a low voice: "It's late at night, and there are still two hours before the morning court. The emperor should rest earlier, so that he will have the energy to discuss important matters with the generals tomorrow."

The emperor was noncommittal and waved him to back down.

The national teacher retreated with a worried expression on his face.

——

It was hazy.

The night is over.

The emperor slept restlessly.

Under the couch, there is another person sleeping soundly, and this person has mastered the divine power of the dragon. If there are millions of troops, how can this supreme emperor, the supreme emperor, sleep peacefully?

That night, the emperor tossed and turned, his mood was extremely bad, and he was extremely irritable.

He got up slowly, only feeling a headache, and his eyes were full of groggy.

This is a symptom of excessive worry, mental fatigue, and restlessness in falling asleep.

"Let the national teacher go to the court together, I want to ask him, what is the prospect of consulting the ancient books and seeking the law of restraint..."

The emperor was about to give instructions to the people around him when his face suddenly changed.

I saw something out of the corner of his eye.

Immediately, his gaze gradually turned around.

Right next to the pillow, there was a letter!

In an instant, the emperor's expression changed.

Before going to bed last night, he didn't see this letter, and he didn't know there was such a letter.

This letter was placed here after he fell asleep?

Who would dare to be so rebellious and put a letter on his dragon bed without his permission?

The emperor looked slightly cold, reached out to take the letter, and opened it immediately.

——

The emperor Shengming, the grassroots Zhuang Ming, founded the Zhuang's firm, only focused on gold and silver money, did not seek world hegemony, had no intention of rebellion, and had no intention of confronting the imperial court.

In the past six years, I have been trembling, obeying the law and obeying the law. I have never violated the law or discipline, and have no intention of rebellion.

Because King Chen was too rebellious, I saw through it, so he wanted to force him to turn against me.

The height of the dragon is higher than outside the world.

My heart is higher than power.

I hope the emperor will see clearly, don't raise troops, hurt your peace, and end up in a life-and-death situation.

——

"Asshole!"

The emperor was furious and tore the paper suddenly. His face was ashen, and he said in a low voice: "Zhuang Ming! Are you provoking me?"

Unknowingly, someone sneaked into the heavily guarded inner courtyard of the palace, and even put a letter next to the pillow of his Ninth Five-Year Lord.

In other words, when the other party enters and exits the inner courtyard of the palace, it is like entering an uninhabited land?

In other words, it is easy to kill the emperor himself?

This letter seemed humble and regarded itself as a grassroots person, but the tone of the writing was extremely flat, without awe of the emperor at all.

Especially the last sentence, don't raise an army, if you hurt your peace, you will live or die?

"It's a good one, you will die!"

The emperor's eyes almost gushed out with anger.

"Come on!"

"emperor."

"Who was on duty last night?"

The emperor's eyes were cold, and he said, "Drag it, cut it off."

——

On the court.

The emperor sat high, looking down.

The civil and military officials below are separated on both sides.

Today in the court, there are more generals summoned than in the past.

"Everyone must have heard about the Huai'an incident."

The emperor said in a deep voice: "Records in ancient books, myths and legends have always been dismissed by you and other civil servants as nonsense and fabrications, but now in Huai'an, a flood dragon has emerged, easily defeating the more than 20,000 elite troops of our town's southern army, and pulling up the mountains and rivers. , calling the wind and calling the rain, like a god..."

He got up slowly, and said in a concentrated voice: "This morning, I beheaded more than 30 people. I think you have all heard the news, do you know why?"

The civil and military officials below responded hurriedly: "I don't know."

The emperor showed anger, slapped the table in front of him, and shouted: "Last night, the thief put a letter on my pillow! When will the inner courtyard of this heavily guarded palace allow the thief to come and go?" Freedom? My head, in other people's eyes, is something that can be easily obtained?"

An angry voice echoed in the hall.

All civil and military officials were trembling, and no one dared to speak.

But there were a few people with weird expressions, and they all looked at each other with horror.

The emperor noticed something different and said, "Why?"

Those generals in charge of military power all stood up, each with a letter in their hands.

"Last night, Wei Chen and the others had letters under their pillows."

"He's so arrogant!"

With a sudden wave, the emperor swept away all the memorials on the case, and shouted: "Does he really regard my Dongsheng Dynasty as nothing?"