After returning to the dormitory, Jiang Qi closed the door and locked it to make sure no one came in, then took out the sandalwood box and placed it on the table.
"call......"
Jiang Qi slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, opened the sandalwood box, and stared at the Eighteenth Son sealed by the azure blue energy.
On this object, Jiang Qi felt an aura similar to that of a dagger at first glance.
It was a very mysterious feeling. Jiang Qi could see a light on this string of eighteen sons.
The black-gold flowing light was like a layer of silk, wrapping Shibazi and flowing slowly.
The reason why Jiang Qi was so anxious to take this thing for himself was that he was afraid that it would make a sudden attack like a short sword, which would expose everything.
"Why did this weird thing come here again?"
Jiang Qi rubbed his forehead helplessly, and with a short knife, he went to open the knife with Li Gui.
I just solved it, but unexpectedly, I encountered Yao Guangxiao's Buddhist beads again...
Jiang Qi understood that he couldn't run away if he encountered someone. Instead of hiding, it was better to take the initiative to avoid causing more trouble.
Fortunately, Jiang Qi reacted quickly. As soon as he got it, he used 70% of his Gang Qi to seal it. He didn't believe that this thing could still dance.
Since you can't avoid it, then face it, but before that, it's up to me to decide when to face it!
Jiang Qi thought so and was about to close the box.
"Buzz!"
The black gold flowing light transpired, easily breaking through Jiang Qi's Gang Qi blockade and blooming wantonly.
It's like saying to Jiang Qi: Where did your confidence seal me?
"Depend on!"
Jiang Qi couldn't help but curse, and the next moment, his eyes were flooded with black gold light.
The Eighteenth Son flew up and put it on Jiang Qi's hand like a spirit.
At the same time, Jiang Qi fell into a dream.
...
"Old monk, how are these eighteen sons?"
In the antique Zen room, Jiang Qi heard a deep voice asking him.
In other words, the perspective he now experiences.
Within sight, there was a pair of withered hands, playing with Jiang Qi's familiar Eighteen Sons.
"It's a very good treasure, but it was wasted by a poor monk."
As the person possessed by Jiang Qi opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, and his eyes moved up to see the person opposite.
It was a middle-aged man wearing a loose silk and linen robe, with a square face and bronze complexion.
The man had a foot-long beard and a few white hairs on his temples.
On the surface, he looks like an ordinary rich man.
However, from Jiang Qi's perspective, he saw something more.
A dragon with five claws, a golden-red dragon, hovered behind the man. As Jiang Qi saw the dragon, the man in front of him also showed an indescribable power.
It was a kind of terrifying power that surpassed all living beings and was as high as the sky, as if everything in the world was under his control.
Dragon spirit!
Moreover, it is an extremely hot and powerful dragon energy that is so powerful that it can overwhelm the world!
Counting the five thousand years of China, starting from the First Emperor, such dragon energy can also be ranked in the top ten!
The man's identity is also revealed.
Emperor Yongle, Zhu Di!
As for the person who can be put into Jiang Qi's perspective and called the old monk by Zhu Di, it is naturally Yao Guangxiao.
"How's the dragon vein thing going?"
Zhu Di suddenly spoke, his expression becoming much more formal.
"In the past, Taizu ordered Mr. Qingtian to sort out the dragon veins in the world and then kill them to protect the Ming Dynasty for thousands of generations."
Yao Guangxiao did not answer directly, but talked about Taizu's old events.
Zhu Di was not in a hurry and waited for Yao Guangxiao's next words while drinking tea.
"Now, Your Majesty ordered the old monk to continue the dragon vein of the Central Plains. The old monk didn't understand why he did this? Don't you want the Ming Dynasty to be passed down for thousands of generations?"
"Is there any dynasty in this world that remains unchanged forever?"
Zhu Di asked back, "You, the old monk, who also practices the three religions, should know this better than me."
"The First Emperor gathered the soldiers of the world and created the twelve golden men. From then on, he thought that there was no sword in the world. The Qin Dynasty could be passed down for thousands of generations, but in the end, the second generation died?"
"Huang Kao's idea is certainly correct, but most of the dragon veins in the Central Plains have been cut off, and China's luck is lacking. If a descendant of my Zhu family becomes the Hunjun, China will collapse in an instant."
"I can't bear this."
Yao Guangxiao looked at Zhu Di in front of him, a smile suddenly appeared on his lips, and said, "Is that just that?"
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
Zhu Di laughed loudly, stared at the sickly old monk in front of him for a long time, and said, "I want to surpass my ancestors!"
"But most of the world's dragon veins have been cut off. Although my Zhu family's throne is much more stable, it also limits the spiritual energy and luck of the Nine Provinces."
"The kings of future generations are destined to be the masters of success!"
"I am not willing to give in!"
"So, I want to restore the dragon veins of Jiuzhou, even if this move may destroy the Zhu family's throne in the future!"
"But if future generations are incompetent, even if there is only one dragon vein left, the master will not be the Zhu family!"
"Old monk, let's start and reconnect the Nine Provinces dragon veins!"
Yao Guangxiao stood up and saluted, and said calmly: "There are a total of 192 dragon veins in the Central Plains. Except for Fengyang, all the others have been cut off."
"Severing the dragon's veins is an act against heaven. It is as difficult as ascending to heaven for a mere mortal to attempt to renew the dragon's veins."
Zhu Di raised his eyebrows when he heard this and was about to speak when he saw the old monk clasping his hands together and grinning.
This smile has the slightest trace of a monk's demeanor, only unruliness and madness can be seen.
"But the old monk wants to go to heaven to have a look!"
Yao Guangxiao stood in front of the emperor, slowly stroking the eighteen sons in his hand.
"Sages like Jianglu Wanggong, Zhuge Wuhou, and Zhang Zifang may not be comparable to the old monks, but Mr. Qingtian is the figure who lived decades ago."
"You cannot chase the sages, but Mr. Qingtian can cut the dragon's veins, and the old monk can pick up the dragon's veins!"
"Yao Guangxiao is no weaker than others!"
Listening to that old but proud voice, Jiang Qi's consciousness slowly rose, breaking away from the spiritual illusion created by Shibazi.
Jiang Qi opened his eyes, with a tired look on his face. He rubbed his eyebrows with one hand, while looking at Shibazi on the other wrist, he smiled bitterly and said, "You are really cheating."
He is now exhausted and all his energy has been exhausted.
Just entering Yao Guangxiao's obsessional fantasy world was maintained by Jiang Qi's own Qi!
The culprit is naturally these eighteen sons.
This is why, in the fantasy world just now, Yao Guangxiao's obsession ended immediately before he could see what it was.
Because Jiang Qi is "out of blue".
Although he did not see the final answer, Jiang Qi guessed that it should be related to dragon veins.
Or it may be related to Qingtian Mr. Liu Bowen.
After all, it seems that what Yao Guangxiao meant was to compete with Liu Bowen through the air through the dragon vein.
It should be said that Yao Guangxiao is really crazy. He thinks that he is not as good as sages like Jiang Taigong, Zhang Liang, and Zhuge Liang. But if he dares to compare these people, this behavior itself is crazy enough.
"It seems that we can only see Yao Guangxiao's specific obsession after I recover my true energy and go in again."
