Chu Zhiyuan's expression was solemn.

He had always felt that something was wrong with the relationship between the emperor and the four demon sects. It was not just hostility, but a more complicated relationship.

The imperial court was so taboo on the Four Demonic Sects, and the Supervisory Office was so cautious that Tongten Pavilion did not even have any records about the Four Demonic Sects. Something was wrong everywhere.

Now I finally figured it out.

This should be the discord that has accumulated since the time of Taizu, and it has become an inextricable knot. He can understand the thoughts of the emperors of the past dynasties.

The four major caves and the four secret lands are certainly rich in resources, with treasures from heaven, earth, flowers, exotic fruits, and monsters and beasts, which are endless. But only great masters can go in to pick and explore, and the great masters guard them, and the number of great masters is Limited.

The four secret places of the four demon sects can be entered without a great master.

If everything is in the hands of the imperial court, and everyone from the innate to the grand master to the grand master can enter the secret place, the strength of the imperial court will inevitably increase dramatically. There is even hope of dominating the three dynasties, and even the hope of unifying the world.

This was a great temptation for emperors of all ages. He knew that the power of the Emperor's Sword came from the hearts and minds of the people. The more people there were, the stronger the Emperor's Sword would naturally be.

But in front of me, I have to make excuses with the other two dynasties, or even compromise, which is too cowardly.

Of course, he also understands the thoughts of the four demon sects. They want to take back what they promised at the beginning, which is typical of burning bridges across the river. Moreover, the four demon sects have deep foundations, so they may not be really afraid of the court, so they will naturally have to wrestle with each other.

They didn't openly show off their faces, but they were fighting on the inside.

Chu Zhiyuan pondered: "Grandma, Dameng and Dazhen also have caves and secret places, right?"

"Of course there is." Concubine Rou nodded lightly and said, "Otherwise, why would a dynasty be established? Even small countries like Dalie and Daguang have secret places, and secret places are the foundation of a country." Chu Zhiyuan nodded.

In this world of prosperous martial arts, without resources like secret lands, it is difficult to support a country. How can a weak country not be annexed by others?

"Dajing, Dazhen, and Mongolia became a great country because there were more secret places?"

"Well, more or less, the three major countries have twelve caves and secret lands. Other small countries, like Dali, Daguang and Dajian, only have two caves and secret lands." "Then why not swallow them directly?" Chu Zhiyuan Said: "If the imperial court swallows them up, doesn't it mean there are four more secret places?"

"No matter how young they are, they still have the Emperor's Sword. The gains outweigh the losses. What's more, their secret places are not highly regarded by the court. They are all low-level secret places." "Low-level secret places?"

"Secret lands are also divided into levels, just like elixirs are divided into grades," Concubine Rou said: "The four major caves, the four secret lands, and the secret lands of the four major sects are all high-level, and those in other small countries are It is a low-level one with limited potential."

Chu Zhiyuan suddenly realized that these were secrets among secrets. Neither Tongtian Pavilion nor Mingwu Hall recorded them. The existence of Concubine Rou was too important.

He hesitated and said: "So, it has to be from the four major sects?" "The secret places of the four major sects are the best."

"..If this is the case, wouldn't it be an unsolvable knot?"

"Emperors of all dynasties have been thinking of ways, but the four major sects are not vegetarians and are in a stalemate." "If Ling becomes a saint, it will not change the situation, right?" Chu Zhiyuan pondered.

"What if you become the emperor?" Concubine Rou chuckled, "That will be different." Chu Zhiyuan was startled.

Concubine Rou said: "If you become the emperor, the hostility to you from the Palace of the Moon Palace will be further reduced, and it will be more conducive to acceptance." Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "Isn't the Empress of the West Palace also the Saint of the Palace of the Moon Palace, the result will still be the same."

"If Empress Xigong was not the Saint of Yaoyue Palace, how could Yaoyue Palace be so close to the imperial court now?" "Then the women from the other three sects..."

"They are not a women's sect. When female disciples enter the palace, it is different from inviting them to the Moon Palace." Chu Zhiyuan nodded slowly.

Concubine Rou looked around and said, "Yuan'er, you will also compete for the throne in the future, right?" Chu Zhiyuan said, "Grandma, you think I shouldn't compete?"

There were only Zou Fang and Huang Cheng around, so they were not afraid of spreading the news.

As for the emperor, he never wanted to hide it, and he couldn't hide it.

Whoever the emperor wants to listen to must have a treasure or a secret method. There is no need to hide it. Xu Yingying has a secret method of intercepting and transmitting messages into secrets, let alone Emperor Dajing.

Concubine Rou said: "Do you think it must belong to the King of England?" Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: "Everyone thinks so, right?"

"There is no way to predict who will be crowned the emperor." Concubine Rou said: "Become a grand master first, then perform meritorious service, and finally the emperor's sword will choose the master. It's just these three steps. In fact, everyone has an equal chance."

"Which of the great masters has made the greatest contribution, and who is the master of the Emperor's Sword?"

"That's not necessarily true," Concubine Rou said, "The Emperor's Sword selects people not only based on merit, but also on character, and other things. In short, it's not just about merit." "In this way, Uncle Ten is more promising. "Chu Zhiyuan said: "Uncle Ten is almost destined to become a Grand Master. His merits are outstanding and his character is nothing to say." "You don't want to give up the fight, do you?"

"...I have to give it a try." Chu Zhiyuan said.

No matter how wise and wise Uncle Ten is, no matter how kind and generous he is, he will make mistakes after all, and he will inevitably have doubts about himself. It is really uncomfortable to have the Emperor's Sword that can kill him hanging above his head all day long.

He is more accustomed to holding his destiny in his own hands, and it is better to hold the Emperor's Sword in his own hands.

Concubine Rou said softly: "The Emperor's Sword is spiritual and can see into people's hearts and human nature. If you want to fight for the throne, you must not do anything to deceive your heart, especially not to kill your fellow soldiers. This is the most taboo among taboos."

Chu Zhiyuan nodded solemnly.

Concubine Rou said: "If your character is good enough, it will be more secure if you have world-shaking achievements. Yuan'er, this is what you are lacking now." Chu Zhiyuan pondered.

He actually had an idea at the beginning, to use his super sense to deeply analyze and thoroughly analyze the feelings of becoming a master, thereby lowering the threshold for finding a master. In this way, the number of martial arts masters in the Great Jing Dynasty will inevitably skyrocket. At the same time, Military experts also experienced a surge in growth.

Once the strength increases, it is expected to surpass Dazhen and Dameng. Unifying the three dynasties is not a dream.

Later, I felt that this idea was wrong. If I really wanted to find a way, Dazhen and Dameng would definitely be able to steal it. After all, there were so many secret spies. As Dajing's strength skyrocketed, so did they.

So I stopped working hard and focused on my own practice. "Cough cough cough cough..."

Concubine Rou coughed violently again, and her veins stood up. Bai Ningshuang quickly brought the jade bottle to her mouth and nose.

Chu Zhiyuan stretched out his palm and put it on Concubine Rou's bright wrist. He had already begun to look into the cave and found that her internal organs were vibrating, forming a strange rhythm. Chu Zhiyuan frowned.

No wonder it's so difficult to do, it turns out to be so troublesome.

However, if it is not troublesome, the emperor will not be unable to think about it.

He illuminated the hole clearly, carefully analyzed the vibration rhythm, and vaguely realized that this was an extraordinary force from heaven!

He suddenly had a guess and whispered: "Grandma was injured by the evil master, right?"
Chapter completed!