Chapter 236 Xi'an Nightmare (Part 1)

The Qinhuai River sang and danced lightly, and the singing and dancing were like singing and dancing. Brothels always had to make money, while the young men and wealthy merchants always had to spend money. The beautiful scenery of the Qinhuai River naturally could not dissipate. In the light green night, a smooth fragrance of powder floated, making people feel rippling, as if they were in the Heavenly Palace. The sound of the pipa wheel fingers coming from time to time, and the guests shouted loudly, highlighting the wealth and strength of the Ming Dynasty, and the country's power was like the rising sun in the east.

On a medium-sized pleasure boat, Zhu Xi sat restrainedly opposite Monk Daoyan, unconsciously stroking the teacup in his hand. Monk Daoyan smiled and looked at the dancers on the deck outside the cabin, nodding and said, "This is the first time that the monk has seen such a glorious scenery. Your Highness is so elegant, haha! I originally thought that the third and fourth highness were interested in this tone, but I didn't know that Your Highness was actually..." Monk Daoyan smiled slightly, and the Buddhist beads on his fingers were rotating like flowing water.

Zhu Xi suddenly woke up and said with a smile: "The master laughed. He was really talking in the mansion, with mixed ears and ears, and he couldn't say anything. Here is close to the secret stronghold of the Jinyiwei, and most of the pleasure boats on the river are from Jinyiwei as the backstage. Zhu Xi only dared to invite the master here."

He turned his head and looked at the river outside the window, and found that the nearest pleasure boat was also a hundred feet away. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said in a low voice: "Zhu Xi has something to do this, so please teach me."

Monk Daoyan narrowed his eyes, looked at Zhu Xi with a smile, nodded and said, "It's easy to say, your highness has something to do. As long as the little monk can speak, he will naturally speak everything and say everything. Your highness doesn't have to worry about anything. The monk's mouth is not the Qinhuai River, and it is guaranteed that no word will flow out."

Zhu Xi laughed a few times and asked cautiously: "I would like to tell Zhu Xi what his father thinks about the establishment of a heir? This time it was clearly the second brother, and the third brother took the initiative to provoke me, but the father beat me up a big shot. Didn't Lu Feng be transferred out of the capital?" He sighed, "Oh, I can guess the thoughts of my father. He was just afraid that the three brothers would fight each other and would not be able to deal with it in the end, but if he didn't establish an heir as soon as possible, how could the three brothers not compete with each other?"

Monk Daoyan reached out, picked up a cup of tea and took a sip, and said leisurely: "Your Highness, you are too worried. In the monk's opinion, your highness cannot escape the status of your prince, why should you worry about it? Not to mention the few of your highness, you can handle these government affairs. For future generations, the prince Zhanji is also the smartest among the emperors, haha, haha!" Monk Daoyan put down the teacup and continued to twist his Buddhist beads.

After a while, Monk Daoyan suddenly smiled at Zhu Xi who was a little lost and said, "Your Highness will not look for a monk for this matter, right? Everyone in the court sees the matter of establishing an heir. The Second and Third Highness will only be the life of a prince in this life. If you can govern the world, you must choose the Great Your Highness. However, Your Highness must not make any mistakes now. Let Lu Feng do everything. He is very meticulous and clean and quick to do."

"Your Highness himself knows it. As long as Lord Lu Feng and Lord Lu don't make mistakes, the emperor will be dealt with, the minister of the court is honestly held in His Highness's hands. Which minister dares to risk offending the Jinyiwei and collude with the second highness, who is a vassal king? Haha, you are afraid that's not all this?" The old monk Daoyan sat on the soft chair and said softly: "Then, please tell your highness what is going on with the monk today?"

Zhu Xi smiled and complimented: "The master is indeed a superman of intelligence. Zhu Xi can't hide anything from the master." He turned his head and looked outside, whispering: "Little Li Zi, drive all these women away and let them go to the front cabin to sing, don't disturb the master outside."

Little Lizi's sharp voice came in: "Yes, Master." Then he heard his duck-like voice: "Go, go, go, go, go, go, go away, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, you don't need you to serve my master anymore. You go to the front cabin to serve my master's entourage. Who told you to stop singing? Are there any bitches who don't sing on the pleasure boat on the Qinhuai River? Keep singing and dance, what are you doing? Are you looking for a beating?"

Monk Daoyan smiled, and he shook his head and said, "Eunuch Li, you are also a smart person. Your Highness, you are blessed. The Jinyiwei, plus the newly established Dongchang, hey, although Your Highness does not have many troops, its power is far beyond that of the Second Highness and the others. Your Highness doesn't have to worry about becoming an heir."

He stood up and walked around the cabin for a few times. Zhu Xi laughed dryly, but he just didn't say anything. Monk Daoyan also laughed. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhu Xi for a long time, then suddenly said with great enlightenment: "So that's it, Your Highness is worried about this... Haha, the emperor's internal skills are superb and he has entered the innate realm. I'm afraid it will take more than a hundred years of life, but Your Highness is a weak scholar, I'm afraid... How much does Your Highness have to be in the spring and autumn?" Monk Daoyan asked clearly.

Zhu Xi sighed and sat back to his seat, saying with a very frank look: "Master, this matter is really rare to explain. If the father had a few decades of life, I'm afraid that the four of us brothers would not have lived at that time. Hey, I'm afraid that in the end, there would be only waiting for Zhanji to succeed to the throne, but at that time, Zhanji was probably both sixty and seventy years old?"

Monk Daoyan smiled, and he really felt funny. It seemed that he had lived too long as he was my son, but he couldn't wait. However, he couldn't say this. He looked at Zhu Xi seriously and said, "Why should you worry about your highness? Is this? Haha, the luck of the world lies, and the emperor's life span is determined by heaven. Your Highness doesn't have to worry about it." As if he was afraid that Zhu Xi would not understand what he meant, he continued: "Your Highness is destined to ascend the throne, so don't worry about these things."

Zhu Xi looked happy, then beat the snake and said on the stick: "Then, haha, Zhu Xi has a reluctant request. I hope the master will give some magic medicine to see Zhu Xi's face, so that it will be better to extend his life." Zhu Xi looked very embarrassed and carefully said the main purpose of today. He said in his heart: "If the father lives to the age of eighty or ninety, even if he voluntarily abdicate, how many years can I have for a comfortable life? If he can't be the emperor for decades, it will be really no longer interesting."

Monk Daoyan laughed silently, and he shook his head repeatedly, and his eyes were filled with strange lights. "Your Highness made fun of it. The magical medicine for people to cleanse their muscles and marrow and prolong their life. How can you... I wonder if your Highness, since ancient times, the emperor has had a hundred years of life? Emperor Qin Shi has been powerful in the world and has built nine provinces, but he has not been able to survive for thousands of years?"

Zhu Xi was stunned for a moment and asked in surprise: "Why is this?"

Monk Daoyan spread his hands and said frankly: "If you want to talk about the emperor's life, who wouldn't want to live for a thousand or eight hundred years in the ancient emperor? Who wouldn't want to live forever forever? But the emperor is the key to the fate of heaven. For hundreds of thousands of Taoist practitioners in the world, as long as they are the masters of the Nascent Soul, they will refine a few pills and give them to the emperor. I am afraid that the emperor will live for at least a few hundred years? But no one dares to give it this way."

"The lifespan of the emperor cannot be controlled by people. The heavenly way is circulated, everything is in the heavenly way. Who dares to act against the heavenly way? If Daoyan transfers his cultivation to His Highness, his Highness can have at least a hundred years of life, but Daoyan himself will probably end up in the six realms of reincarnation. This is the heavenly way and the heavenly law, who dares to violate it?"

Monk Daoyan shook his head and sighed, "Your Highness's idea is good, but no Taoist will do this. Those who practice Taoism will refine one or two elixirs to help their parents is a filial piety. There are no unfilial gods in the world, and God will not say much. If you refine one or two elixirs to the emperor, this is a major event that has changed the luck of the world. I am afraid that the medicine recipients and those who receive the medicine will be sent by God. Who can know what the result is?"

Zhu Xi was full of disappointment. He shook his head helplessly and sighed deeply: "I'm afraid there is nothing I can do about this?"

Monk Daoyan suddenly smiled strangely, and he shook his head and said, "This matter is not without comprehensiveness. If Your Highness is willing to practice the magic tricks by himself, you can achieve great success according to Your Highness's qualifications. If Your Highness can form a golden elixir in a hundred years, you can still gain a lifespan of hundreds of years. However, if Your Highness wants to be an emperor, he will probably have a lot of business and have no intention of concentrating on practicing? This qi refining is something that requires water grinding skills. For the emperor, who has the energy?"

‘Oh’, Zhu Xi was completely disappointed. It seemed that Monk Daoyan was afraid that God would give him punishment and was unwilling to help him. That’s right, these practitioners seek the way of heaven, who is okay to play with God? If you accidentally get into a devil and your soul is scattered, it is really a disaster. Zhu Xi could only say helplessly: “In this way, Zhu Xi can only wait... and wait... and hand over the throne after his father grows old."

When Monk Daoyan saw Zhu Xi like this, he couldn't speak. What can you do? There is a father who has entered the realm of internal strength. It really takes time to take his position. This is really hard to say. He could only comfort him: "Everything will be of a number of days, and your highness will not need to worry. The monk has a set of methods to nourish his body. If Your Highness practices according to the rules, it will be of some benefit." What Monk Daoyan can do and what he dares to do is just that.

Zhu Xi shook his head, waved his hand, and sighed helplessly: "Forget it, Zhu Xi's kindness is appreciated by Master. Zhu Xi doesn't have time to pay attention to this practice. My father also granted me a fiefdom. Judging from this, I'm afraid I'm going to leave the capital too. In the future, as long as the master can help Zhu Xi say more good things in front of his father, I will be grateful."

Monk Daoyan smiled with one another and looked at Zhu Xi without saying a word. The most complicated thing in the world is the relationship in the royal family. The son calculates his father, the father calculates his son, and the sons calculates each other. It is better not to fall too deep into this vortex. Monk Daoyan listened to the tunes coming from outside easily, and felt very helpful. Zhu Xi hung his head and didn't know what he was thinking, and kept blinking his eyes without saying a word.

In Chengdu Prefecture, Xu Qing, who was sent by Li Feng to assist Qin Daozi, finally let out a long sigh. He gently patted the high account book in front of him and sighed: "Qin Daozi is also a talented person. Such a simple thing has been made into a confusing account by him. It is indeed amazing, amazing." He walked out of the study slowly. He looked at the men of the strong costumes who were trained by the disciples of the Huanglongmen and frowned: "This is not a fairy Taoist temple, it is clearly a bandit's nest. He got such a group of miscellaneous fish to protect the yard, hum!"

Qin Daozi, who looked greasy and looked hypocritical, walked over swayingly. He looked at Xu Qing with a smile and bowed: "Mr. Xu, I really lost you this time. If you hadn't talked about it, I wouldn't have known that there would be such a big loss in it every month. Hey, those unhelpful accountants, I have driven them away, and I have warned my disciples that I will not waste it in the future, otherwise I will be driven out of the door."

Xu Qing looked at the old charlatan chosen by Li Feng helplessly, shook his head and sighed, "Master... I have handed over the matter here to you, you must do your best. Xu will respond to the sky tomorrow. These Huanglongmen disciples will stay to help you according to the wishes of the master. Also, the Taoist priests may as well hand over all the activities in the money to them. With the instructions of the master, they dare not lose even if they have a copper coin."

Qin Daozi bowed his head and thanked him repeatedly, and was filled with joy. He glanced at the dozens of Huanglongmen disciples over there and thought to himself: "It's great now. With these masters in charge, I see who dares not give me a living god face... Well, I'll ask them to show more miracles in the future. According to their skills, it's not a problem to get some tricks? I'm afraid I can collect more disciples and let them offer more money to offer money."

He didn't look at Xu Qing more and smiled at himself: "It's a great blessing for me to get help from my husband this time. I also asked my husband to go back and tell my senior brother that I, Qin Daozi, have made every matter smooth and there are no problems." He said proudly: "I have selected 500 disciples with excellent qualifications and started to let them rest their internal skills. Everything is guaranteed to be fine."

Xu Qing smiled wryly and looked at Qin Daozi's glossy face. What else could he say besides saying "yes"? Qin Daozi is Lu Feng's junior brother after all.

But Lu Feng didn't know Zhu Xi's thoughts at all, nor did he know what happened in Chengdu. He was still lying on the sea, and with his power far beyond mortals, he slaughtered the pirates on the sea. He told himself in his heart: "Kill one person and save a hundred people. I am accumulating merits. Who said that those who practice Taoism cannot kill indiscriminately? Didn't Xia Jie say that? As long as he maintains the balance of his strength in his body and does not let him conflict with the energy between heaven and earth, there will be no heavenly disaster."

During the continuous killing, Li Feng gradually felt the changes in his body, faster, stronger, and more sensitive to the five senses. When he squinted his eyes, he could see a small mosquito flapping his wings a hundred feet away. When he opened his eyes wide, he could see clearly the patterns on a small gravel. He was slowly familiar with the sudden increase in his body, and slowly let this force be used by him.

Xia Jie only focused on giving Li Feng good things, but forgot that Li Feng had no experience in using such powerful power. Li Feng didn't even know what he could do after reaching the Nascent Soul stage, so Xia Jie forced him to the level of distraction. It was like giving a sword like "Gan Jiang, Mo Ye", but he still could not exert the power of the sword. After accidentally punching several pirates to smash, Li Feng finally controlled the power of the attack.

Smile bitterly, constantly smiling bitterly. Li Feng didn't even know how to continue practicing. As soon as he lifted his energy, the true energy in his body would swell like a wave, and it was extremely powerful. It was because it was too powerful that Li Feng could do nothing to him. His body had reached a bottleneck. If he could understand it, he could reach the sky in one step and enter the highest realm of the virtual realm. However, if he couldn't understand it, his strength could only stay at the lowest level of the Nascent Soul stage.

The extremely powerful Nascent Soul was not cultivated by himself, so he did not have the feeling of the ordinary cultivator's roundness like an arm, but instead drove the Nascent Soul to feel extremely obscure when he was driving the Immortal Killing Sword when no one was around, and he felt like there were tens of thousands of pounds of stones pressing on the sword. Although the power of the sword light increased by more than ten times, Li Feng did not believe that the crooked sword light could hit the person.

"Disache, distress... Why do I always encounter such old monsters? Damn Xia Jie, what balance is the highest principle of cultivation, but why don't you tell me how to maintain balance? Me, I, how can I use these magic powers?" Li Feng fell into deep depression, and he could only continue to vent his anger with the pirates who could not kill and kill.

There are definitely not only Li Feng, but also fifty-eight black wizards who walked into Xi'an Prefecture in a confused manner.

As soon as Fake and the others walked into Xi'an Mansion, they found that some people were staring at themselves with strange eyes, just like a pervert staring at a naked little girl, so hot, so serious, and so eager. When Fake and others turned their heads and looked over, the people naturally walked away, as if they hadn't seen Fake and others just now. Fake whispered: "What a weird person, have these Chinese people seen us Western guests?"

With a 'boom', a table suddenly dropped from a restaurant on the side of the road. A big man in black dress grabbed a ghost-headed knife and jumped down from the restaurant and gestured to the top: "Come on, come on, come on, if you are afraid of you, the little man, you are the one you raised... The little man, come down for me, let's take a good gesture." After that, he waved the big sword and danced a bright sword flower, with strong wind everywhere, and the sound was very impressive.

The street was suddenly in chaos, and the constables who used to maintain order in Xi'an City were nowhere to be seen. A white-faced young man in the restaurant sneered a few times, jumped down with a long sword, and shouted angrily: "Come on, come on, come on, come on, see how I will teach you a lesson. You dare to tease the young master's female companion, do you still touch your head?"

The two started fighting on the street, but no names were reported. Fake and a group of black wizards quickly took a few steps back and exclaimed: "What a rude character, they started fighting like this. What about their judge? Don't you care about such a thing?"

In the chaos, five black wizards were swept up by the abortion. When they did not use magic, they were so weak that they were even worse than ordinary old men. How could they struggle? Soon, they were swept to the entrance of a small alley. More than a dozen powerful men rushed out, their thick arms strangled their necks, and picked up the five poor black wizards like chickens. Before the five old men could react, several bricks hit their heads fiercely.

These adult old men who were immersed in magic turned black and suddenly fell into a coma. More than twenty big men rushed forward, took out the gems in their pockets and looked at them for a few glances, and couldn't help but make a low cheer. They cleaned the five old men, even pulled off their underwear, then whistled, and then pounded them with a big stick for a few times, and quickly escaped from the alley.

The fierce fight in the center of the street ended quickly, and it ended with the white-faced young master slashing a sword on the black man's arm. The black man angrily threw a few words of his face and rushed out of the crowd and disappeared. The young master smiled and boasted a few words, and threw a ingot of silver out boldly: "Shopkeeper, here is a compensation. Whatever has been destroyed will be recorded in the young master's account."

A girl who looked pretty decent and wore a cloak with a sword hanging around her waist immediately walked out in great cooperation, and praised the young master with a coquettish voice. The two looked at each other and joined hands into the restaurant. Looking at their appearance, it seemed as if they were the best martial arts heroes in the world. The young master was contented, while the little girl looked happy.

Fake and the others were stunned. This was a living scenery of the Central Plains. Faluke whispered: "These two fighting people have very good figures. If they can use their bodies to refine the dead warriors, they will definitely be much stronger than using the bodies of ordinary people. Look, they could jump so high just now, and the Crusaders of the Holy See could not do this."
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