Emperor Wuwei now looked at Emperor Taiping, who had a vicissitudes of life on his face, gray hair, and his old appearance.
But despite this, Yun Wuji still called his father.
"Father, what do you think??" Yun Wuji asked at this time.
But at this moment, his mind was recalling what happened yesterday.
"I have a guess now." Yun Wuji recalled yesterday's conversation with the master in his belly, the fake national master of our country.
"What guess??" Yun Wuji asked.
"I guess your father is not simple." The fake national master sighed and said: "I have not recovered my strength before, and there are many things that I don't really understand, and I can't deduce these things through deduction."
"For example, why did your father abdicate and you ascended the throne and proclaimed the emperor, but why did you not inherit the dragon fortune of the Dali Dynasty?" The fake national master said in a deep voice: "This is not in line with common sense, even if your father is still You are alive, but the throne has been given up, so the dragon's luck should naturally be transferred to you as he gave up the throne, there is no doubt about this."
"Originally, if those dragon lucks could be inherited by you, or could come into your body, then the power of dragon lucks in you could quickly awaken me, and even help me regain my strength as quickly as possible, but it didn't."
The fake national master is calmly analyzing these things at this time.
If Yun Wuji had inherited the power of Dragon Luck from the beginning, there is no doubt that the fake national division would regain its strength very quickly.
but none.
It was not until Yun Wuji stabilized the situation in the world that the powerful dragon luck that Fang Yi had swallowed was gradually recovering. This gave the fake national master a chance to regain his strength.
"Now I finally understand why Song Zhiwen was unable to break through to the ninth level." The fake national master analyzed completely: "Song Zhiwen took the path of power. He could have relied on veterans from three dynasties to defeat Zai. If he assists you and assists you with all his strength to achieve the throne, then he himself has the merit of following the dragon. For Confucianism, what is more important than cultivating one's family, governing the country, and bringing peace to the world?"
"He has followed the path of power and has the power of Conglong, which means that he has cultivated the path of power to the extreme. Relying on this kind of merit, there is no doubt that he can become a true ninth-grade Confucian. Tao master."
But neither did he.
"This shows that your throne has not been recognized by the power of Confucianism. In other words, you do not possess the dragon's destiny and are not a true emperor. Song Zhiwen's merit of following the dragon has become a fake merit of following the dragon. ." The fake national master's words were shocking at this time. The words he said one after another made Yun Wuji's face full of disbelief. At the same time, he didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Then have you thought about where the problem lies?" asked the fake national master.
Yun Wuji shook his head. He didn't know why such a problem occurred. Moreover, if the fake national master hadn't said so, he would have been completely unaware of these secrets.
"Where is Long Yun??" the fake national master asked.
Yun Wuji frowned, a little unbelievable, but now he understood the meaning of the fake national master, especially when he mentioned Emperor Taiping just now, Yun Wuji had some vague guesses.
"Master, what you mean is that the dragon's luck is with my father?" Yun Wuji asked.
"Unreasonable." The fake national master continued to analyze and said: "Emperor Taiping is already the Supreme Emperor. If he withdraws from the throne, Long Yun will take the initiative to leave his body and attach to the new emperor. It should not continue to be on him. , after all, even the emperor is just an ordinary person."
"Emperor Taiping has cultivation, Confucianism, and martial arts, but Dragon Luck is an extremely unique power. It does not mean that martial arts, Confucianism, and martial arts can lock Dragon Luck in his body. In the middle." The fake national master smiled at this time: "From this aspect, your father cannot retain the dragon's luck in his body."
"Where did Long Yun go??" Yun Wuji was a little surprised, not knowing what the fake national master wanted to say.
"I don't know." The fake national master also shook his head at this time.
Yun Wuji found it even more difficult to understand. What did the fake national master of our country want to say after he said so many words? ?
"Do you remember what I told you before??" The fake national master seemed to see Yun Wuji's doubts at this time and asked again.
"Huh??" Yun Wuji looked at the fake national master.
"In this world, there is actually more than just Dao Wuya and an eighth-grade national master." The fake national master said again: "Whether it is me or Dao Wuya, we are actually another generation of the former Daqian national master. Although We are all independent individuals, but we still have a deep connection with each other.”
"The real me, the false self, the good me, the evil me." The false self said: "The true self is Daqian State Master, the false self is who I am now, the evil self is the boundless road, so where did the good self go? ??”
"The true self has fallen. After I recovered my cultivation, I immediately realized this fact. Originally, I thought that the good self had also fallen, but now, I feel that things are not that simple."
Yun Wuji's expression suddenly became serious at this time. He understood what the fake national master meant. It was also at this time that he knew what he wanted to say.
"Yes, Shan Wo's Imperial Master may have died." The fake National Master said with a smile: "But he must be inextricably linked to your father, the Supreme Emperor."
The fake national master's shocking words made Yun Wuji's expression become wonderful instantly.
He heard many other meanings in the words of the fake national master.
"I'm just making a guess." The fake National Master said with a smile: "For example, Shanwo National Master has indeed fallen, but his power was inherited by Emperor Taiping, your father?"
"Or maybe I'm being alarmist, what if our Imperial Master is devoured by your father??" The words of the False Imperial Master were heard, like thunder exploding in Yun Wuji's ears.
Yun Wuji felt that his mind was confused and a little unbelievable for a moment.
"But only in this way can all the questions I raised before be explained." The fake national master continued to analyze at this time: "It is precisely because Emperor Taiping devoured Shanwo national master, in fact, Emperor Taiping is also a strong man in the eighth level of Taoism. , because he has completely inherited the power of Shanwo National Master."
"Then he can naturally control the power of the Tao Sect, lock the dragon's luck, and prevent it from leaving the body. For him, it is a simple matter."
"In this way, without the blessing of Dragon Luck, you will not be able to provide me with sufficient strength support, and then I will not be able to wake up and restore my own strength." The fake national master continued to speak.
"And you have not truly ascended the throne. Song Zhiwen has not received the blessing of Conglong Kung, and cannot be promoted to a ninth-level powerhouse."
"In this way, all doubts will be suddenly solved, and there will be no more questions."
After the fake national master said these words, he stared at Yun Wuji with a burning gaze, wanting to see Yun Wuji's reaction at this time.
"If this is the case, then everything can be explained." Yun Wuji also said something at this time.
Yes, what the fake national master said is very right. If this is the case, then all problems can be solved.
But why did my father never mention these things to him?
If this is the case, how deep does his father hide it, and how many things he has not told him.
How many things does Fang Yi not know? ?
Yun Wuji could not imagine at this moment that he had no idea how many things his father was hiding from him.
"Of course, you don't have to worry too much." When the fake national master said this, he comforted Yun Wuji: "These things I said are actually my guesses, which may not be accurate. What is the real thing like? ,I'm not so sure either."
But having said this, how could Yun Wuji not become suspicious.
Therefore, today, in addition to inviting top experts like Da Li to discuss matters, Yun Wuji also specially invited his father, the Supreme Emperor Chengping Emperor, to participate in this discussion.
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"In the critical autumn, only a fight to the death can save Dali." Emperor Taiping could not hide the fatigue in his eyes at this time. To outsiders, he was an old man in his sixties, and the current young king was in a completely different state. different.
"Father, my child is useless. I won't be able to keep the separation." Yun Wuji looked apologetic at this moment, and then he opened his mouth to confess to Emperor Taiping.
"Your Majesty has done a very good job." Emperor Taiping looked at Yun Wuji with joy at this time: "You have defeated the barbarians and solved problems that have not been solved for hundreds of years. You are excellent, and Dali is in your hands. ,I am very happy."
"But with the blessings of Dali's ancestors, we can turn disaster into good fortune this time." Emperor Taiping comforted Yun Wuji again.
"In that case, let's fight to the death." Yun Wuji made up his mind at this time, and then said: "You are all ministers of Dali. Now that the enemy is facing us, we can only fight to the death to fight for a chance of survival. .”
"From today on, no matter what you need or what you need me to do, please feel free to ask me. No matter what resources, as long as Dali has them, I will provide them completely. They are inexhaustible and inexhaustible." Yun Wuji Expressed attitude.
At the same time, a transcendent force enveloped the entire palace at this moment.
Many masters present felt this power.
Song Zhiwen and Zhao Wuji's expressions softened slightly. This power was none other than the power of Mr. Da, the saint of Dali today.
Mr. Big is coming.
