"I practiced and practiced, and then I failed, and then I died."
When Fang Yi heard this, he almost laughed out loud.
This is simple.
But Fang Yi knew that there must be a follow-up, otherwise, what was going on with the national master he saw now, and what could he say?
"I did fail, and I really almost died." The National Master also said with some confusion at this time: "What I am confused about is whether I really died or faked my death."
"Death is a wonderful feeling." The national master said at this time: "I seem to feel death while half asleep and half awake."
"But it was also at the moment of death that I sensed the so-called true self and the false self of the Almighty."
"The real me is the me who is about to die, and the false me is the other me who has no intelligence and has not expended effort to deduce the destiny of the country. I am the one who should inherit the position of prince, and even become the last one to succeed in the future. I am the emperor." The Imperial Master smiled and said, "At that moment, I suddenly had an epiphany in my heart. I saw my true self, peeled off my true self, and then created a false self."
"The fake me was reborn." The National Master said with a smile: "The fake me became the second National Master of Dali."
"Huh??" Fang Yi looked at the Imperial Preceptor in disbelief, wondering what the Imperial Preceptor was talking about.
Just pretend that I became the second national preceptor of Dali.
What on earth is the national master talking about? ?
"The real me, who I am now, is sealed in this coffin, and the false self, relying on the eighth-grade Taixu realm, became the second national master of Dali." The national master looked at Fang at this time. Yi, then smiled and said: "Is this difficult to understand??"
"It's hard to understand!!" Fang Yi was really hard to understand at this time, and he had no idea what the Imperial Master was talking about now.
"After stripping away the true self, a person reappeared in this world. It is also me, with my consciousness, my soul, and my realm. That me is the false self." The national master explained at this time : "You can understand me. I have become two people with the same cultivation realm, the same strength, the same appearance, and even the same consciousness."
"It's just that the fake self doesn't have the pain and suffering that I have suffered, and the physical body is not severely overdrawn. It may die at any time. The fake self has an extremely long lifespan." The national master spoke again at this time: "The fake self has eight Of course, Dali will make a strong man of the Taixu Realm a national master."
"Don't the people from the Dali court know that it's still you?" Fang Yi couldn't help but ask at this time.
"Of course they know it's me, but for them, does it have any impact to know that I am me? In the final analysis, don't they still need a strong person in the eighth-level Taixu realm to be the national master?" the national master asked back. One sentence.
This time Fang Yi stopped talking. The Imperial Master was right. People in the Great Li Court did not need to know who he was, and he did not need to know how they did it. They just needed an eighth-grade Taixu realm. The strong ones are just here to be their national advisor in Dali.
This is the ultimate goal of the Dali court.
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"The second false self fell a hundred years after he became the Grand Master of Dali." The Grand Master said at this time: "But I know that he did not fall. In fact, when he died more than eighty years later, I The connection with him has become weaker. He may know where he came from, and I know me best. I don’t like to put my fate in other people’s hands. When he was ninety years old, At that time, he took the initiative to cut off the contact between me and him, but I don’t know how he did it.”
"Moreover, I also know that he will not die. He will definitely find the same method as me, and he will definitely practice, because he is also me, and he will succeed."
"Although he took the initiative to cut off contact with me, I can still see something in the deepest part of my consciousness. This is something that he keeps cutting off no matter what."
"I saw it, he succeeded. Before he died, he peeled off the false self and found the kind self." The National Preceptor continued to speak at this time: "And that good self is the third National Preceptor of Dali !!”
Fang Yi was no longer shocked at this time.
He felt that his brain was a little weak, but he basically understood what the national master meant.
What the Imperial Preceptor meant was that the Imperial Preceptor died first, but his consciousness, soul and power were all transferred to one of his trumpets.
The trumpet didn't realize that he was a trumpet at first. He always thought that he was a big trumpet. But for some reason, one day, the trumpet discovered that I was just a trumpet. Well, I'll simply cut myself off from the relationship with the trumpet. The connection between tubas, I want to tell tubas, I am also a tuba.
But the trumpet soon discovered the problem. He faced the same confusion as the trumpet. It turned out that the trumpet would also die.
So the trumpet is also thinking of ways to avoid dying.
Finally, the trumpet found the same way as the big one.
Then the trumpet died, but he created another trumpet, which was the little trumpet.
The Imperial Master smiled and said: "Yes, you should know what happened next. The good me also discovered this fact. He also found a way to solve it, and then peeled off the good me and found the evil one. of me."
The Imperial Preceptor spoke again: "And, as you may have thought, that evil me is the fourth Imperial Preceptor of Dali."
"Okay." Fang Yi finally understood who the national masters he saw were at this time.
Feelings are all about one person, well, Dali's Imperial Preceptor is contracted by you alone.
He is truly a smooth Emperor of Dali and an iron-clad Dali Imperial Master.
Over and over again, for nearly hundreds of years, the result was the same person.
I'm so...
Fang Yi was completely unable to complain at this time.
Listen, is this something humans do?
Ah, I just want to ask, is this still something humans do?
The current national preceptor of Dali, Dao Wuya, is the fourth national preceptor of Dali.
But it doesn't make much sense anymore. The four national masters of Dali are all the same person.
However, among them, I am very sure that it is the national master in front of me, this is the only one, and everything happened because of him.
But who is the false self and who is the trumpet?
Who is the kind me, the second trumpet, which is the little trumpet.
As for the fourth evil self, it goes without saying that Dao Wuya is still the national master of Dali, which means that he is the evil self.
The deprived Emperor Taiping covered under the coffin board in front of me, who is the me in him?
Thinking of this, Fang Yi suddenly thought of a question.
"That's not right. There are only three of me now. Where is the other national master?" Fang Yi couldn't help but ask.
What is known now is that there is one Imperial Preceptor in front of him, and there are two Imperial Preceptors in Dao Wuya. Emperor Taiping also has three Imperial Preceptors.
There is another one. Where is the other national master?
"He should also be above, isn't he here??" The Imperial Master smiled slightly and said, "I am the initiator of all this, I am the body, I can naturally sense their aura, they are all here."
"Here??" Fang Yi was stunned.
He thought for a long time and finally came to his senses.
He got it.
Yun Wuji!
Another person from the Dali royal family came here, the current Crown Prince, Yun Wuji.
The Master Si also has something weird about him, but he is definitely not a National Master, because the Master Si controls the means of the demon clan, so the possibility of the person in the Master Si being a demon is very high, and it is impossible to be a National Master.
But if the boss is not the boss, then there will be no one above.
There are also nine great martial saints, but the nine great martial saints will never let a strong man of the eighth level Taixu realm possess them.
The Taoist monks in the eighth-level Taixu realm are no match for the ninth-level martial saint.
Then, there is only one person left above, and that is Yun Wuji.
Thinking of this, Fang Yi couldn't help but glance at the coffin board next to him, a little unbelievable.
The Dali royal family really came into conflict with the imperial master.
There are two fathers and sons in a family. One is the emperor and is possessed by the imperial master. The other is the prince and is also possessed by the imperial master.
I knock!
Fang Yi could no longer complain, but now, he really had to admire the national master in front of him. He really had something.
But at this time, with the passage of time, the entire lower body of the Imperial Master turned into fly ash, and only the upper body remained.
"My little friend, I have come to tell you something today, and it's not in vain that I woke up." The national master now opened his mouth to Fang Yi and said, "The formation is about to collapse, but the luck and dragon luck I have accumulated are still there. , I can’t give them any shortcuts. To express my gratitude to you and thank you for listening to what I have said so much, as a token of my gratitude to you, I will give you all these dragon fortunes.”
The Imperial Master spoke at this time, and then took out a jade pendant from his arms.
The jade pendant was a dragon-patterned jade pendant, which was emitting a gentle light.
"This jade pendant carries the luck of the previous dynasty that my brother and I had, as well as the power of luck that I have collected over the years by relying on this formation. These are probably useless to me. "
"I've given it to you." The Imperial Master said with a smile at this time: "You don't have to worry about bearing the consequences. If I die, the Daqian Dynasty will never be able to be rebuilt. It would be a pity to waste this luck."
"He wants this luck." The Imperial Master glanced at the person under the coffin board and said this.
"The me in his body is the good self." The Imperial Master sighed: "And it was not the good self that swallowed up the emperor, but the emperor who swallowed him."
"Perhaps this is why the emperor wanted to come to me to collect luck."
"What??" Fang Yi glanced at Emperor Taiping below, and then his mind was filled with thoughts.
The person in front of me is my true self, the fourth national preceptor, and my evil self. At this time, what is pressing under the coffin board is my kind self.
The person possessed in Yun Wuji's body is the false self.
Fang Yi finally figured out the relationship at this time.
"The dragon veins above are fake and of no use." The Imperial Master said again: "Only this jade pendant is the most important."
"There are some of my records and experiences here, I hope they are useful to you."
"My little friend, you are a Confucian scholar, can you compose poetry?" the national master asked.
"Wang Yang, Lu Luo, and his body at that time were frivolous and literary."
"Both your body and name will be destroyed, and the flow of rivers will not be destroyed forever."
Fang Yi sang softly, and then said: "I would like to send this poem to the Imperial Master!"
There were tears in the eyes of the Imperial Master, and he laughed and recited this poem: "Your body and name will be destroyed, and the eternal flow of rivers will not be destroyed."
"What a poem, what a poem!" The Imperial Master smiled, his body turning into ashes.
Some people died, but not completely...
