Xuanyang, Jinluan Hall.
At dawn, all civil and military officials have rushed outside the Jinluan Palace, waiting to go to court.
As expected, the person sitting on the dragon throne was indeed the King of Han, Zhao Ying.
The eunuch standing next to the King of Han Zhao Ying has also been replaced. It is Chen Daban who had been with the King of Han when he sneaked into his residence.
"Now that everyone is here, let's read out the late emperor's decree!"
Zhao Ying nodded slightly to Chen Daban beside him, and Chen Daban immediately stepped forward and read out the imperial edict.
"I, Shao, have inherited the great position of the ancestors. I have been cautious and fearful every day, and I have not been able to bear the burden. It has been fifty years since the present, but my virtue has not been matched with the world, and I always feel ashamed. The prince Zhao Ying is smart, benevolent, filial, and virtuous. It has been completed in a long time, obeying the instructions of the ancestors, and succeeding to the throne of emperor...tell the world, and the envoys will hear about it."
After Chen Daban finished reciting, all the officials and clan members looked at each other in confusion, some of them unable to react.
Emperor Jiaming was beheaded by the Dragon-riding Martial Saint. Although they were far away, they could all see clearly.
He had no time to make a will at all. Where did the late emperor's will come from?
Moreover, this is said to be a testamentary edict, but more like an edict to sin against oneself.
In this edict, Emperor Jiaming publicly admitted that during his fifty-one year reign, his administration had been insufficient and he felt guilty.
With Emperor Jiaming's character, how could he admit his fault?
The hearts of all the officials and clan members turned over and over again, and they suddenly understood.
Therefore, this edict is false, but it is true that it ruined Emperor Jiaming's reputation.
Many officials and relatives were shocked that Han Wang Zhao Ying was so cruel that he didn't even care about his own reputation.
If someone is dissatisfied, there is no need to think too much about the consequences.
Everyone's heart shuddered...
At this moment, Zhuo Yungui, the Minister of Rites, and Liu Yong, the Minister of Hunan, came out of the crowd, kowtowed three times and bowed nine times, shouting long live.
"Your Majesty Zhuo Yungui, long live my greetings! Long live long live long live long live..."
Once someone took the lead, all the officials and clan members immediately reacted, and they all knelt down and shouted long live.
Regardless of whether this edict is true or false, Zhao Ying is already the undisputed heir to the royal family with the support of Dragon Riding Martial Saint and Daxuan Sword Immortal.
As for Emperor Jiaming's reputation, his son doesn't care about it, so what does it have to do with me...
At this moment, Zhao Ying smiled and looked at Zhuo Yungui, who was the first to recognize his throne, and said: "Zhuo Shangshu is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and he has learned a lot. Outside Xuanyang City, you have the wisdom and courage to fight against the Demon King of the East China Sea. It's up to you." How about giving me a year name?"
Zhuo Yungui thought for a moment, then bowed and said: "The Holy Emperor succeeded to the throne, it is destiny and the people's will. At the time when the world is celebrating Longqing, why not just take the title of the year, what about Longqing?"
"Longqing, Longqing..."
"Okay, that's right, I will give you the reign name, Longqing!"
Emperor Longqing touched his palms and praised.
The emperor's accession to the throne does not mean that he ascends the throne.
Emperor Longqing was only an acting emperor. He needed Jiaming to be buried and the filial piety period to expire before the enthronement ceremony could be held.
Before Emperor Longqing could send someone to look for him, Guo Jianzheng had already walked into the palace with his seven-star steps and a compass in his hand: "Your Majesty, tomorrow is an auspicious day for the burial of the late Emperor. It is just the right time to send the late Emperor to his grave."
"I missed it. There will never be a better day than this in the past ten years."
Emperor Longqing had no objections to the civil and military officials, as well as the royal family members.
According to the royal family's practice, the dead emperor must be worshiped in the ancestral temple for seven days before being buried.
However, Emperor Jiaming's body was completely destroyed, and there was no body at all. If he was given a piece of clothing, it would be embarrassing for anyone to worship him.
It's better to be laid to rest early.
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One family is happy, one family is sad
Outside Xuanyang City, above the official road.
King Jing Zhao Zhi, dressed in prison uniform, slowly walked southward under the escort of two government officials.
Emperor Longqing was kind-hearted and spared his life, but abolished his cultivation and sent him to southern Xinjiang.
On the contrary, the men who went with him to fight for the dragon were not so lucky. They were all imprisoned, and most of them had their heads shown to the public by Emperor Longqing.
Zhao Zhi turned back and took a deep look at Xuanyang City, as if he wanted to carve Xuanyang City into his eyes.
There, it was almost my own...
However, I will be back.
When I return again, I will lead the thunder army to take Xuanyang directly.
Zhao Zhi thought of the mysterious man he had met by chance. If he needed it, he could go to the Southern Wilderness to find him.
Southern Xinjiang and Southern Wilderness are only separated by a river.
Zhao Zhi believed that there was still a chance to escape the guards with his own methods.
At this time, a dark cloud seemed to block the sunshine in the sky at random.
The next breath, the dark wind blew by, and then a sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling came. When Zhao Zhi fell into complete darkness, the last thought flashed in his mind, it was Wu Jide...
Is it Emperor Longqing or the Three Crazy Taoists...
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Pharmacy Department.
In the alchemy room, fire was radiating.
But where the alchemy furnace should have been placed, there was now a slender black wooden staff.
On top of the wooden stick, there was a piece of green meat weighing more than ten kilograms, which made a "sizzling" sound under the heat of Nanmingli Fire.
Then sprinkled with He Pingan's special seasoning, an alluring fragrance spread out immediately.
Not for three breaths.
"Tuk tuk..."
"Is Brother He here?"
Outside the alchemy room, Han Li's voice suddenly came.
"Ah......"
He Ping'an chuckled lightly and withdrew the formation outside the alchemy room.
Han Li saw that the fluctuations in the formation had completely disappeared, and after confirming that there was no threat, he ducked in.
As soon as he entered the alchemy room, he sniffed with the tip of his nose. When he saw the green meat roasting on the wooden staff, his eyes suddenly focused: "Is this dragon meat?"
"good."
He Pingan replied with a smile.
The dragon meat roasted on the fire was the meat of the Dragon King Prince Ao Jia who he had killed before.
"Can you give me a piece?"
Han Li rubbed his hands and salivated.
At this time, the dragon meat has been gradually cooked, and the skin has gradually turned golden. It looks crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and is extremely delicious.
Especially this true dragon flesh and blood has indescribable flesh and blood spiritual power, which is extremely beneficial to Han Li's recovery from injuries.
"Here, take it..."
He Pingan raised his hand, and the piece of roasted dragon meat fell in front of Han Li.
Then another piece of green dragon meat flew out of the small cauldron and continued to be roasted on the fire.
Han Li ignored Wenya and grabbed the piece of dragon meat with his hands and started biting it.
After a while of devouring, he swallowed all the dragon meat weighing more than ten kilograms into his belly.
"Is it tasty?"
He Pingan turned around, smiled, and asked.
"Um......"
Han Li refined the spiritual power in the dragon flesh, and the injuries in his body were obviously improved by three points.
"There's more..."
He Ping'an threw the freshly roasted dragon meat in front of Han Li again.
"this......"
Han Li showed a trace of embarrassment on his face and held the dragon meat in his hand. He was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Tell me, what exactly do you want to do?"
"Nothing but, I just want to ask, how much do you know about that sword madman back then?"
He Pingan asked slowly.
Regarding fighting against the surrounding foreign races, He Ping'an never believed that it was his own business.
It is necessary to unite all the forces that can be united, which is the knowledge learned in the nine years of compulsory education.
"Jian Chi, you actually know him?"
Han Li asked with some confusion. Although the sword madman back then was powerful, his time was too short and it was just a flash in the pan and did not cause a particularly big sensation.
That is to say, the Wushuang Sword Sect may be more concerned about it.
"Just a little curious..."
"If you don't want to tell me, give me back the meat..."
He Ping'an stretched out his hand to take back the dragon meat.
Han Li dodged He Ping'an's dragon-clawed hand and said quickly: "I don't know much about that sword madman."
"I only know that he is an abandoned disciple of the Wushuang Sword Sect. Later, he went to the Demon Realm and learned the way of the Demon Sword from the Blood Demon Taoist Master, which caused a drastic change in his temperament."
"I also met Lie Xinxi later by chance, and met him once, and even gave him some tips."
Hearing this, He Ping'an asked again: "How much do you know about his sword intention?"
As a Daxuan Sword Immortal, Han Li would not be disinterested when encountering this kind of swordsmanship.
"His ability to comprehend the sword's will is truly amazing. However, in my opinion, he has a huge flaw!"
Han Li closed his eyes slightly, seeming to recall what happened back then.
Hearing this, He Ping'an couldn't help but ask: "What's the flaw?"
In fact, he also had doubts about this sword madman's way of sword intention. This way of sword intention was simply too perverted.
Ignore realm and cultivation level.
This sword idiot has absolutely no cultivation, but he is able to cut out sword intent that reaches the level of transcendence.
If this is the case, everyone should give up practicing and just practice the art of sword intent.
You are gifted and can be mastered in twenty years.
I’m not talented enough, so I’ve been in business for forty years, right?
In short, some of them are too outrageous. If there are no flaws, there will be problems.
Han Li then said: "I feel an invincible will in his sword intent, but at the same time, there is also an infinite desire to devour."
"Do you know that when that sword idiot met me, his sword intention had been stagnant for nearly three years and had not made any progress."
"You haven't entered in three years?"
He Ping'an frowned. Others didn't know what was surprising about not entering for three years.
But he looked at the rise of Jian Chi. For Jian Chi, it was an unprecedented event that his sword intention had not improved for three years.
"The reason why he has not advanced for three years is because his mental power, or spiritual consciousness, is no longer enough to support him in continuing to practice the sword."
Han Li slowly explained.
He Ping'an nodded, this is normal. Although this sword madman has strong mental power, it is impossible and will never end.
"If you want to follow the path of sword intent, there are only two ways to go further."
Han Li opened his chatterbox and started talking by himself without He Ping'an urging him.
"The first way is to choose to devour other people's souls and enhance their spiritual power."
"This is why I can feel that there is an infinite devouring power in his sword intent."
"But this sword idiot gave up this path after trying to swallow a few demon souls."
"Why?"
He Pingan asked curiously.
There is obviously a solution, but why doesn't Jian Chi continue to practice?
"That's because he discovered that swallowing one demon soul is nothing, but the more he swallows, the more he needs."
"In the end, what he needed was simply astronomical, and ordinary demon souls simply couldn't satisfy him."
"Moreover, there are too many souls in his body, causing his consciousness to be confused. In the end, it is very likely that the sword will will not be cultivated to the strongest, but his whole body will become a killing monster because of the impact of many consciousnesses."
"so serious?"
He Ping'an's expression changed. After swallowing the sword pill, he had also realized a ray of sword intention from it, and had also made the ray of spiritual consciousness dormant in Ximen Chuixue's clone understand it carefully.
His clone technique is very different from ordinary clones. It can carry the body's magic power and teleport through the air.
And the spiritual consciousness separated by his divine refining technique can also independently carry out some simple thinking and deduction.
However, if you encounter some troublesome things, you still need your body consciousness to come.
"Otherwise you can do it, why don't I practice the sword will?"
Han Li asked with a smile. As a Daxuan Sword Immortal, it can be said that no one can surpass him in the way of sword cultivation.
"What's the other way?"
He Ping'an asked silently. He still did not stop the clone from practicing, because he believed that with the seventy-two sword skills of Earth Demon, he should be able to find a solution to these problems.
"The second way is to practice techniques to strengthen your spiritual consciousness."
Han Li continued: "Back then, I saw this problem, so I taught him two levels of Dayan Jue, which relieved his urgent need."
"But his way of sword intention is too heaven-defying. Once the sword intention reaches the peak of the True Immortal, even the Great Evolution Art will be beyond its power."
This Dayan Jue is Han Li's method of cultivating his spiritual consciousness.
Therefore, Han Li's spiritual consciousness is also higher than that of ordinary monks of the same level.
"Where did that sword idiot go in the end?"
He Pingan asked.
"After I taught him the Dayan Jue back then, he once said that he would go to the outer lands to look for opportunities."
"Now, either he has gone to the outer realm, or he has fallen."
Han Li shook his head and said.
He Ping'an was running the Xiaoyan Divine Number, but before the Heavenly Number could be run, a cold and terrifying sword intent cut off the deduction method.
"Probably not dead..."
He Ping'an smiled bitterly and said, if he can make a deduction, he must not be dead yet.
I just don’t know if this person has turned into a monster who only knows how to kill, or if he has found a solution.
"By the way, you mentioned the Blood Demon Taoist just now. How much do you know about him?"
He Ping'an quickly asked, Han Li had been guarding Daxuan for many years, so he should be very familiar with his old opponent to the west of Daxuan.
"The Blood Demon Dao Master and I are not of the same generation. To be precise, his lifespan is at least two thousand years old..."
Han Li glanced at the piece of dragon meat that He Pingan took out, and reluctantly spoke.
After a long time, He Ping'an clarified the key points of what he said and finally figured out the origin of the Blood Demon Taoist Master.
The Blood Demon Dao Master was not originally from the Demon Realm.
He was the great general who protected the country from the former Dagan.
However, as the Daqian dynasty fell apart, the Blood Demon Taoist Master also seemed to have fallen into the demonic path, leaving Daqian and turning to the demonic realm.
After hundreds of years and defeating countless competitors, he became the Lord of the Demon Realm.
Sure enough, Han Li knew better.
He Ping'an couldn't help but feel secretly happy that the identity of the Blood Demon Dao Master was finally no longer a blank slate.
After digesting all this, He Ping'an thought of what happened in court today and asked, seemingly unintentionally: "Did you order someone to draw up that will?"
"Um......"
Han Li hugged the dragon meat and devoured it, and replied with a smile.
Sure enough, it's you... He Ping'an thought to himself, this guy is a Daxuan Sword Immortal, but his mind is as small as the tip of a needle.
Emperor Jiaming is dead, and he won't let go...
"Well done!"
He Pingan gave a thumbs up.
In the book, Wu Jide has just returned from outside the city...
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"Xi Fei, I'm back..."
He Ping'an came home from duty. As soon as he stepped into the Xiancao Hall, he immediately shouted to Hong Xifei who was still busy in front.
"Sir, the food has just been prepared and is on the table in the back hall. It's just right for you to go now..."
Hong Xifei was diagnosing the pulse of a gray-haired old man and said without raising her head.
Every day, no matter how busy Hong Xifei is, she will prepare meals in advance according to He Ping'an's duty time.
So every day when he comes back, He Ping'an can eat hot and delicious meals.
"Xi Fei, after diagnosing this patient today, go overseas as soon as possible."
He Ping'an did not walk into the back hall as usual. Instead, he walked slowly to Hong Xifei and said ambiguously.
I came back so early today and didn't even go to Li Chun Yuan, just to have a bite of food...
"Um?"
When Hong Xifei heard this, she couldn't help but put down the old man's wrist, raised her beautiful face, and looked at He Pingan curiously.
He happened to meet He Pingan's slightly fiery gaze.
Why is the young master's gaze a little weird... Hong Xifei's face turned red instantly, before she could answer.
At this moment, the old man who came for treatment could no longer bear it and stood up suddenly: "How do you, a young man from here, understand the rules? If you want to see a doctor, you have to queue up later..."
"That's right, line up later..."
"Don't you know first come, first served?"
The dozen or so aunt-level patients who were still queuing up behind the old man saw this and thought why Ping An had to jump in line to see a doctor, and they all criticized him.
The saliva overflowed and sputtered out. Even He Ping'an, a Dragon-riding Martial Saint and Land Key Immortal, could not withstand the continuous bombardment of more than a dozen aunts and retreated one after another. In the end, he had to return in despair. In the back hall.
Even after leaving, those uncles and aunts were still pointing at He Ping An's back and sighing. The implication is that nowadays, as the world is declining, we, as old people, have not jumped in line. A young man with hands and feet actually did it. Such scandalous things as jumping in line...
Hong Xifei looked at He Pingan's embarrassed appearance and couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.
It’s been a long time since Young Master suffered such a loss...
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