Two bodies, floating in mid-air.
Depending on their age, one is old and the other is young.
Depending on the status, one is alive or dead.
Zhang Juzheng took out a talisman and waved his hand to the sky!
He is not a talisman monk and is not good at this.
But this talisman came from Lan Daoxing, the master of the Ming Dynasty, and it is absolutely extraordinary.
The talisman floated into the sky, disintegrated and dissipated on its own.
The next moment, large vermilion characters spread over several acres appeared in the sky:
combine!
Zhang Juzheng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked solemn.
Could this talisman make two bodies separated by thousands of years merge into one?
National Preceptor Lan Daoxing, this person is too mysterious!
He seemed to appear out of thin air, but was immediately reused by Emperor Jiajing.
For a long time, the Imperial Guard remained impartial and neutral in the Ming Dynasty's party struggles.
But at the critical moment, he supported Prince Wanli without hesitation!
What is the magical effect of the hyphen?
Zhang Juzheng held his breath and waited to see what happened.
Sudden!
The corpse of King Jie was trembling violently, as if it was trying to deceive the corpse!
Bang!
After a muffled sound, the corpse that Zhang Juzheng was worried about did not appear.
The corpse was actually dismantled!
The mist instantly dissipated, turning into dust and dissipating in the wind.
Zhang Juzheng's eyes widened and he looked at the situation in front of him in disbelief.
what happened?
Could it be that the Imperial Master was wrong?
In mid-air, only the seriously injured and unconscious body of Prince Wanli was left, floating half-dead.
"I came all the way here, but I can't save the prince?"
"What should I do?"
In the sky, the hyphen is vigorous and majestic.
But as King Jie's corpse was reduced to ashes, the huge character '合' appeared extremely ironic.
Bang!
There was another muffled sound.
Zhang Juzheng raised his head in horror, and a picture that was absolutely unacceptable to him appeared!
The body of Prince Wanli of the Ming Dynasty was reduced to ashes just like the corpse of King Jie.
"No!"
"Prince!!!"
Zhang Juzheng cried out loudly, and tears of blood came out of his eyes.
"Landao mistook me!!!!"
At this moment, Zhang Juzheng only had one thought in his mind: National Master Lan Daoxing is a strict party member!
He deceived himself, deceived Xu Jie, and even deceived His Majesty!
The Yan Party has always supported King Jing's ascension to the throne, and is most looking forward to something happening to Prince Wanli.
Now it seems that Lan Daoxing is actually a killer move that Yan Party has hidden for many years!
Today, his plan was to cut off Prince Wanli's life!
"ah!!!!!!!!!!"
Zhang Juzheng looked up to the sky and screamed in pain, wishing he could immediately return to the capital and take off Lan Daoxing's dog head.
In the sky, a layer of sand and fog gradually rose.
Zhang Juzheng saw this and felt pain in his heart.
He knew that this was Wanli's past and present life, and the two bodies were dissolved and turned into ashes.
They just dispersed in the air, like lonely ghosts.
The next moment, Fei Ash gradually changed.
They began to gather together, like kneading sand into mud, and gradually highlighted the human shape.
Zhang Juzheng was stunned!
Even though he has rich experience and knowledge, he has never seen such a wonder!
In the sky, the huge word '合' cast down a beam of red light, which just covered the human form.
Zhang Juzheng suspected that he was witnessing the legendary way of creation!
Blood and flesh, bones and veins, skin and hair.
These things can actually grow out of the mud and sand!
"Zhang Juzheng, thank you for your hard work."
When the familiar voice came, the humanoid figure in the air had completely transformed into a real person.
His appearance and age are exactly the same as those of Prince Wanli.
The only difference is that he is wearing imperial attire.
But if you look closely, you will see that this dragon robe and crown is not the Ming Dynasty standard.
"Daxia Dragon Robe?!"
Zhang Juzheng is well-read and once saw in a fragment of an ancient book that Da Xiazi was wearing this style!
"Prince, are you... are your injuries healed?" Zhang Juzheng asked uncertainly.
Prince Wanli opened his eyes.
His pupils are sharp, full of energy, and he is obviously in excellent condition!
"Zhang Juzheng."
"I'm here."
Hearing that Prince Wanli's tone became serious, Zhang Juzheng hurriedly corrected his attitude.
"From now on, you are not allowed to call me 'Prince' except in front of Jiajing."
Zhang Juzheng was shocked!
What Prince Wanli just said was truly disrespectful.
But when he faced Wanli, he was so shocked that he couldn't help himself. He only subconsciously asked: "I...how should I call you?"
"Of course Your Majesty."
Prince Wanli’s answer was unexpected, yet seemed natural?
He looked down at Zhang Juzheng from a high position, and huge pressure seemed to come from all directions.
"Am I not worthy of ruling the world?"
Plop!
Zhang Juzheng had nothing to say and could only kneel down to show his submission.
At this moment, Prince Wanli finally smiled.
"I love your life."
Zhang Juzheng stood up, but could no longer stand up straight.
He bowed like a shrimp, trying to maintain a respectful and humble posture.
Once upon a time, he was Prince Wanli's teacher and his savior.
Zhang Juzheng can teach Wanli and even teach Wanli a lesson.
But from today on, everything is gone.
From now on, there will only be your minister Zhang Juzheng and His Majesty Wanli!
"Your Majesty, I dare to ask you something." Zhang Juzheng had a question in his heart and he didn't want to express it.
"You did a good job in rescuing him, but it doesn't matter." Prince Wanli said with a faint smile.
"Your Majesty, how did you..."
Resurrection from the dead?
Zhang Juzheng couldn't say these four words.
But for a while, he couldn't think of a good way to express it.
"Hehehe..."
Wanli smiled, proudly, even proudly.
"Zhang Juzheng."
"I'm here!"
"You know that I am the reincarnation of Emperor Jie, so you should also know who my ancestor is? Note that I am talking about my ancestor in the previous life, not the beggar named Zhu in this life."
Zhang Juzheng swallowed his saliva and pretended not to have heard the second half of Wan Li's treacherous remarks.
"Your Majesty's ancestor... is Emperor Yu."
Wanli seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
"What about Emperor Yu?"
Zhang Juzheng immediately responded with an endorsement.
"Di Yu's father was Gun, and Gun was the son of Zhuan Xu."
"The desire for prosperity brings forth Zhuanxu, and the desire for Xuanyuan brings about prosperity."
"Shaodian gave birth to Xuanyuan, Fuxi gave birth to Shaodian..."
At this point, Zhang Juzheng was stunned.
Fuxi?
The ancient great sages, but what does this have to do with Wanli's resurrection from the mud?
He instantly thought of another person, a close relative who was said to be connected by blood to Fuxi!
Nuwa!
Zhang Juzheng swallowed hard, raised his head, and met Wanli's playful gaze.
"Legend...Nuwa once made humans out of clay..."
Legends are always biased.
Human beings are not necessarily created by Nuwa.
But Nuwa's kneading of mud may be a lost secret skill.
"The Fuxi family and the Wahuang family lived in Kunlun Mountain, and they got married."
"I am of the bloodline of Emperor Fuxiwa."
"The magical power of [Creating Humans from Clay], after seventeen emperors in Great Xia, finally reappeared in me."
"Compared with Emperor Wa's magical power, what does the [Sun and Moon Mysterious Sutra] secretly passed down by the Zhu Ming royal family count?"
Zhang Juzheng lowered his head and said nothing.
Every word Wan Li said was almost treasonous.
But he was the orthodox crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, and Zhang Juzheng felt even more in a dilemma.
"I remember that there was someone in the Ming Dynasty who always wanted to shake my position as the crown prince?"
"yes!"
Zhang Juzheng was refreshed.
The conversation finally got to the main topic, which was what he cared about.
"Yan Song?"
"That's right!" Zhang Juzheng nodded repeatedly: "Because Xu Jie, the second assistant, supports your majesty, Party Yan chose to support King Jing. Especially in recent times, King Jing's reputation has been growing."
He said it very implicitly.
In fact, King Jing of the Ming Dynasty was not a great person.
Among the Zhu Ming royal family, he was even considered a mediocre talent.
But it is precisely because King Jing is mediocre that the Yan Party is willing to support such an easy-to-control puppet.
The most important thing is that Wanli failed in Yunmeng Mountain and Yunzhou City, and his prestige was greatly damaged.
Under this situation, the mediocre King Jing had the image of a veteran minister seeking the country, a calm and sophisticated sage.
"Then kill them all."
Wanli's words almost made Zhang Juzheng fall down!
what's the situation?
Prince Wanli is just so impetuous, but he has already merged with his previous life. How come he has not made any progress at all?
Emperor Jie, is that all?
"Your Majesty, no!"
"The Strict Party is deeply rooted in the government and its forces are intertwined. It is no longer something that can be eradicated easily."
"My teacher Xu Jie suggested that Yan Song will end his life and will die within twenty years at most. As long as Yan Song dies, the Yan Party will have no leader. When the time comes, your majesty will be able to clear up Yu Nei and secure his position." country!"
Zhang Juzheng told Xu Jie's plan in one breath and looked at Prince Wanli with expectation.
Twenty years is not a long time for a practitioner.
Especially since Wanli was so young, he had at least hundreds of years of life to spare, so there was no need to rush.
However, Wanli shook his head.
His denial directly made Zhang Juzheng feel cold!
"Zhang Juzheng, how long can you live?"
"Forehead……"
Zhang Juzheng was stunned.
He burned a hundred years of longevity in Yunmeng Mountain in exchange for attaining the peak cultivation level of Hedao Realm today.
But in terms of longevity, he is indeed similar to Yan Song. They are both buried up to their necks in loess.
"I, I can still persist," Zhang Juzheng said bitterly.
He didn't want to die, but his only hope was that Emperor Jiajing could ascend the country and bring him into the fairy world.
Only by ranking in the Immortal Class can Zhang Juzheng escape from the suffering of mortal life.
"You can't wait."
Wanli shook his head.
"So, Yan Song must die."
"Yan Song dies, Yan Party is destroyed, only then can all officials of the Ming Dynasty be united."
"I wholeheartedly invite Jiajing to personally conquer, wipe out all the countries in the world, and achieve the ascension of the whole country."
Zhang Juzheng was shocked.
He didn't expect Wanli to say these words.
Hundreds of officials asked Jiajing to fight in person?
This seems a bit rebellious?
Wanli said: "None of you have seen it. Only Lan Daoxing knows that Emperor Jiajing only loves immortality and not the immortal world."
"How can it be!?"
Zhang Juzheng was stunned.
Since Emperor Jiajing came to the throne, he has been talking about the rise of the whole country.
The billions of people of the Ming Dynasty supported Jiajing with their country and made him the best person in the world.
They all hope that one day the whole country will ascend to heaven, and the chickens and dogs will ascend to heaven.
If Emperor Jiajing refuses to become an immortal, where is the hope of the officials and the hope of the people?
How dare Jiajing deceive the entire Ming Dynasty with one person?
"It's true." Wanli sneered, "Don't forget what's in the sky?"
have what?
Zhang Juzheng was stunned for a long time and suddenly understood.
What else could there be?
Of course there are ancestors.
Taizu ascended to the immortal world, and if he has not fallen yet, he is at least a dominant figure in the immortal world.
After Jiajing ascended to the throne, should he stand on his own feet or seek refuge with his ancestors?
The prince has always wanted to be the emperor, but there is no reason for the emperor to want to be the prince again.
Wanli pointed to the sky and said sarcastically: "Great Ming Dynasty, my ancestors are above..."
My eyes are blurry and I can't see clearly.
Please take a look and leave a message if you have any questions.
A 3,000-word chapter is a little short. Please be careful. I will go to the city hospital for a checkup tomorrow and come back the day after tomorrow.
