Xue Mang took off his clothes and hat, lifted up his robe, knelt down on one knee and said, "Your Majesty, you should not leave the capital."
Zhao Yizhi remained vigilant and asked, "Who sent you here?"
"Taifu Chen." Xue Mang replied.
"Taifu Chen? What did Taifu Chen send you to do?" Zhao Yizhi quietly took two steps back. Xue Mang seemed to be respectful, but he entered without warning. Looking at Fanyu and Lijiang who were immobilized, they knew who this person was. Not good.
Xue Mang bowed his head and saluted Zhao Yi, stood up and said, "Of course I'm here to take your Majesty's life."
"..." This is the first time that Zhao Yizhi has seen such a slow and leisurely assassin, who is so outspoken.
Zhao Yizhi grabbed the sword behind him and pulled out the long sword. Xue Mang still stood there, motionless, looking at Zhao Yizhi quietly.
Strike first!
Zhao Yi picked up the sword and stabbed Xue Mang. Just when he was about to hit Xue Mang, Xue Mang raised his fingers lightly, pinched them gently, and the long sword was caught between Xue Mang's fingers, letting Zhao Yi hold it No matter how hard I tried, the sword couldn't move forward an inch, and it couldn't be drawn out.
"Best farewell to Your Majesty!" Xue Mang exerted force with both fingers, and the long sword was twisted by his two fingers, and the half-broken sword in his hand flew straight towards Zhao Yizhi.
Zhao Yizhi felt a light flash across his eyes and instinctively closed his eyes.
"ding ding ding"
Zhao Yizhi opened his eyes and saw that the broken sword was nailed to the table. Three thin needles were like three nails, firmly nailed to the body of the broken sword.
Xue Mang turned around and looked outside the tent, and said calmly: "I forgot there are two more."
A long stick flew to Xue Mang in an instant like a poisonous snake. Nafeng grabbed the other end of the long stick and pushed the long stick into the tent.
Xue Mang stretched out a finger and tapped lightly on the long stick stretched out in front of him. The long stick was immediately stopped and stopped moving forward. Na Feng, who was holding the long stick, was also stopped.
Xue Mang turned back again and faced Zhao Yizhi. At this time, there was another person in front of Zhao Yizhi, it was Zhaixing.
"Whoosh whoosh!" Dozens of fine needles came out again and shot towards Xue Mang rapidly.
Xue Mang didn't panic, stretched out his hands, and grabbed the thin needle that was shooting towards him.
Xue Mang moved very slowly, but reached out several times, grabbed all the fine needles, and held them in his palm.
"Put it away." Xue Mang casually threw the fine needles in his hand and threw them all at the feet of Zhai Xing. Like the other three, Zhai Xing was firmly nailed to the spot and could not move at all.
Zhao Yizhi calmed down his mind at this time and asked: "What sect is Shenji Sect? There is no way that Taifu Chen wants to assassinate me. Who are you? Even if you want to assassinate me, you must let me die!"
Xue Mang nodded when he heard the words, stood on the spot, and said: "It's normal for your Majesty not to know. The Shenji Sect has been hidden from the world for many years. The Shenji Sect is the ninth emperor of Daqi, and is under the command of Emperor Qiying. It is the only martial arts sect created by the royal family in Daqi. At that time, many emperors died suddenly after leaving Beijing, so they visited capable people in Daqi to find out the reasons. Finally, they found the first generation of the Shenji sect. The leader, Mo Gaoyu.”
"Mo Gaoyu knows the truth why Emperor Daqi cannot leave the capital?" Zhao Yizhi asked.
"Yes, Master Mo told Emperor Qiying that Jinling is the land of dragon energy, and the Zhao family unifies Liuhe and is the royal family of destiny. Only the emperor of the Zhao family sits in the capital, nourishes the emperor's energy with dragon energy, and maintains the longevity of the emperor's energy. Only when the emperor's energy suppresses the dragon's energy can the stability of the world be maintained. If the emperor leaves the capital, the emperor's energy will not be nourished by the dragon's energy and gradually declines. The Zhao family's royal family will decline, and the country will have to change hands. Without the emperor The Dragon Qi suppressed by Qi, when the Dragon Qi dissipates in the world, there will be many heroes, and the world will be in constant strife."
"So Mr. Chen sent you to kill me? In the name of destroying me as emperor, so that a new emperor can be established in the capital, and the new emperor's imperial aura can suppress the dragon's aura?" Zhao Yizhi immediately analyzed the whole story.
"Not bad." Xue Mang replied lightly.
Zhao Yizhi then asked: "So, after Emperor Qiying, there were also some emperors who left the capital and died suddenly and mysteriously, all because of the Shenji Sect? Is the Shenji Sect actually a martial arts sect that specializes in assassinating emperors?"
Xue Mang shook his head in denial and said: "No, we are to protect the Zhao family and maintain the stability of the world...the court sect. For example, these few Chen are from the guards, isn't it strange to Your Majesty? The ten of them are of the same age, and they are so young. How could such a high level of martial arts happen by chance? The imperial court searched all over the world to find people with excellent bones. They were nourished by the secret medicine of the Shenji Sect, guided by the martial arts masters in the martial arts world, and supplemented by unique skills. Come this far."
Zhao Yizhi looked at the four people who were immobilized, and then he understood, and said quickly: "I originally planned to return to the capital early tomorrow morning."
Xue Mang shook his head gently and said: "It's too late, the dragon's energy has been vented, and the emperor's energy has disappeared. The top priority is to establish a new king to nourish the dragon's energy and the emperor's energy again."
"But I am the emperor of Daqi!" Zhao Yizhi said loudly.
Xue Mang shook off his robe, walked towards Zhao Yizhi, and said: "After the past emperors knew the truth, they all risked their lives for the sake of the country and our ancestors. Please don't bring shame to the Zhao royal family. Life and death are matters. Life!"
"Aren't you a divination master? Why don't you do another divination? Let's see if I am going to die today!" Zhao Yizhi panicked in his heart and suddenly remembered that this person called himself a divination master and said quickly.
It seemed that he had only taken two steps, but in fact Xue Mang had already walked to Zhao Yizhi's side in an instant, stretched out his hand and took out three copper coins from his arms: "This hexagram asks about the sky." After saying that, he threw the three coins on the ground casually and returned them. Before the coins fell to the ground, Xue Mang turned out his other hand and opened his palm. Three coins appeared in his palm.
Xue Manggang saw the hexagram and was shocked: "How... is this possible..."
Zhao Yizhi looked at Xue Mang's astonished expression and began to make assumptions in his mind. Then he laughed loudly and said, "Hahaha, does the hexagram say that my life should not be cut off?"
Xue Mang collected the copper coins, put them into his arms, grabbed Zhao Yizhi's neck, and lifted him up from the ground: "This hexagram is not accurate. Mr. Chen has already said that your majesty must die today!"
Zhao Yizhi was grabbed by the neck by Xue Mang and picked up from the ground, but there was no sign of pain. After seeing Xue Mang's ability, Zhao Yizhi believed what he said and knew that this man was unpredictable and what he said was true. But a hexagram just came up. Judging from his expression, he must have guessed it right. If even a person of this ability can calculate that his life should not be cut off, then he must be fine.
"It all depends on human effort. Your Majesty can't escape today even if you have wings, so what's your fate?" Xue Mang stared at Zhao Yizhi fiercely and said.
"I...just have four...destiny, and heaven...is endless...me! Haha...ha...ha!" Zhao Yizhi was pinched by the neck, but he also laughed.
Whether it was in response to Zhao Yizhi's words or to prepare for the young emperor's departure, there was a burst of thunder and lightning flashing in the sky.
Zhao Yizhi was pinched by Xue Mang, and his breathing became increasingly difficult, but Zhao Yizhi still stared at Xue Mang closely with a smile on his lips. The smile made Xue Mang angry, and the strength in his hand increased a bit.
"If you really die like this, it would be nice to go back and be a social animal." The last thought flashed through Zhao Yizhi's mind.
"Boom!"
There was a loud noise, and a bolt of lightning quickly struck down, passed through the tent, and struck Zhao Yizhi in the tent. Seeing this huge change, Xue Mang reacted quickly. He quickly took a few steps back and waved his black robe to block the splashing sand and stones.
The smoke dissipated, and Zhao Yizhi was seen sitting on the ground, with a hole the size of a bowl opening in his chest in his dragon robe. Zhao Yizhi looked at the big hole in the dragon robe and thought suddenly.
Not long ago, when he left the capital for the first time and went to the Yulin Army barracks outside the city, he casually put the "Royal God" in his arms and placed it in this position. Who knew that "Royal God" seemed like a thick book, but it was as light as nothing in my arms. For so many days in a row, I had forgotten all about it.
"Where's the book...where did the book go..." Zhao Yizhi rummaged in his arms for a while, but never found the "Royal God".
Zhao Yizhi looked up at the tent that also had a big hole, and asked Xue Mang blankly: "Am I... struck by lightning?"
Xue Mang naturally knew that Zhao Yizhi had been struck by lightning. If he had not dodged in time, he might have been struck to death as well. It's just that this little emperor was struck hard by lightning, so why does he still seem to be fine now?
Xue Mang couldn't think about it anymore, raised his big hand, rushed to Zhao Yizhi again, and pinched him: "I want to see who else can save you this time!"
"Howl~"
A dragon roar came from the nine heavens.
Xue Mang froze in place, looked up, and saw a golden beam of light penetrating through the clouds and shining on Zhao Yizhi.
Seeing this, Xue Mang quickly took two steps back and watched quietly.
In the light pillar, countless golden dragons circled and danced in the light pillar, rushing down, and the entire sky suddenly thundered with lightning and strong winds.
"Zhao...Zhao family's royal dragon spirit..." Xue Mang could no longer calm down after seeing this scene, and opened his mouth in shock.
The dragon energy poured down along the beam of light, and in an instant, all of it poured into Zhao Yizhi's body. Zhao Yizhi only felt numb all over, and his entire body lost consciousness. He could only stand stiffly on the spot, enduring the possession of the dragon's energy.
The dragon energy was instilled very quickly, and in a moment, the light pillar disappeared, and the dark clouds were still rolling in the sky, with lightning and thunder, but the sight of the golden dragon rolling just now was missing.
Xue Mang looked at Zhao Yizhi in disbelief: "This... how is this possible? The dragon energy dissipated... why was he still gathering..."
It took Zhao Yizhi a while to regain consciousness. He only felt sore all over his body. He twisted his stiff neck and slowly got up from the ground.
Xue Mang looked at Zhao Yizhi who had climbed up, his face changing with gloom and sadness. He was ordered to assassinate Zhao Yizhi because Zhao Yizhi left the imperial city and did not suppress the dragon energy. The imperial energy in his body also continued to dissipate, and he lost the emperor. Qualifications. Now that the dragon energy has returned and the imperial energy is gradually condensing, how can we kill...
Zhao Yizhi looked at Xue Mang and couldn't help but laugh: "Oh, the destined emperor should not die. You should believe it now, right?"
Xue Mang lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty, please return to the capital as soon as possible." After saying that, he no longer stopped and walked out of the tent and escaped into the heavy rain outside.
Seeing Xue Mang leave, Zhao Yizhi felt relieved until now: "The Shenji sect that Xue Mang belongs to is mysterious and unpredictable, and its actions are very principled. He is not afraid of my revenge in the future, so he left like this... Long The feeling of returning Qi...the chest feels swollen...it seems like I need to return to Beijing sooner..."
Zhao Yizhi touched his chest, trying to suppress the feeling of swelling, but he touched the hole in the dragon robe.
"Chapter 2 of Yu Shen, Exploring the Gods. The leakage of spiritual consciousness is the threshold of spiritual cultivation. If the gods move at will, they can see the world." A sentence appeared in Zhao Yizhi's mind.
