Eunuch Hai did not continue to plead. Based on his understanding of the governor, if he really promised to spare all his relatives, it must be a lie.
Instead, he promised to spare only one of his children and grandchildren, so there was about a 20 to 30 percent chance of survival.
"Thank you, Lord Governor, for sparing my life. Yu'er from Yecheng is smart, loves reading, and doesn't like swords and guns. He may be able to pass down poems and calligraphy in the future, so he can pass on the bloodline to me."
As Eunuch Hai spoke, he took out the book from his arms. There was no text on the cover.
"Our family agreed."
Zhou Yi waved his hand and took a photo of the book. When he opened it, it turned out to be a very secret method of producing yin and yang. He said with a smile on his face: "A majestic martial arts master, but he left a seed of reading. Will my father-in-law have no successor because of his unique knowledge?"
Eunuch Hai shook his head and said: "Everything I learned came from the Sutra Pavilion, and it cannot be said to be discontinued."
This is naturally an excuse. If he leaves any children who are good at martial arts, he may be afraid of them and kill them easily.
"...The cold pole contains warmth, which can produce hair at the right time...Yin pole must be yang, yin and yang are mutually rooted, this is the way of heaven and earth...many creates emptiness, and emptiness creates many..."
"The yin of the five internal organs clears the emptiness and rises upwards. The seven orifices suddenly open, and the spirit comes out..."
Zhou Yi murmured and chanted, and the true energy circulated naturally, starting from the five internal organs and passing through the seven orifices through the Tianmen. I felt the clear yang in the body rising and the turbid yin dissipating, and I felt the itching sensation of new flesh growing in my lower body.
Eunuch Hai sensed the change in the Governor's aura and couldn't help but feel horrified.
"After cultivating one thought, is there such a talent for martial arts in the world?"
Although the secret method of extremely yin generating yang is not a martial arts method, it is more mysterious and obscure, but it is a secret method derived from flesh and blood that Eunuch Hai understood after reading Buddhist and Taoist classics.
As the founder, Eunuch Hai practiced for more than ten years before he regained his male body.
A moment passed.
A long roar resounded through the long street, and Zhou Yi laughed loudly, with a strong and rough voice.
This time it is different from the previous practice of simulating the voice with true energy, but the real physical body is as unified as the original essence, the essence is perfect, and the speaking voice is no different from that of a normal adult man.
Zhou Yi didn't care about the male body. What he was really happy about was making breakthroughs in martial arts.
Yin and Yang are harmonious, and the energy of heaven and earth is right before your eyes. There is no longer any sense of hazy alienation, and it can be easily refined into true energy.
Eunuch Hai bowed and said: "Congratulations to the Governor."
"Rejoice together and rejoice together."
Zhou Yi flicked his finger, and the sword energy penetrated Eunuch Hai's chest.
"Our family has changed its mind. If our grandson is really spared, he will be promoted one or two more if he wins the election in the future."
…
The eleventh year of Pingkang.
winter.
Lu Cang, the general on the left side of the Beijing camp, and Wei Xian, the commander of the imperial army, colluded with Eunuch Cao, the royal horse supervisor, and led troops into the palace on the pretext of detaining the Qing monarch.
Grand Master Zhou led his army to suppress the rebellion, and defeated Lu and Wei for their rebellion.
Emperor Pingkang was lost and died of illness.
The eldest prince ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, establishing Long'an.
The following year.
Zhou Ping'an was granted the title of King of Chu, added Jiuxi, and took charge of the government.
…
Longan for six years.
Wanshou Mountain.
The eastern half is covered with lush forests, and the mountain paths wind up to the simple stone house on the top of the mountain. The western half of the cliff is steep, from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the valley, straight up and down like a knife and an axe.
It is rumored that there was a rebellion in Kyoto six years ago. Five thousand elite soldiers from the capital surrounded Longevity Mountain with the intention of besieging the world's best martial arts master.
As a result, before anyone could see anyone, a bright sword light fell from the sky.
Like a waterfall or a curtain, it looks like a river flowing through the sky, directly splitting Wanshou Mountain into two parts.
The rebel leader was frightened to death on the spot, and the rest either fled or knelt down to beg for mercy. Since then, the east side of Longevity Mountain has become a forbidden area, and the broken half of the west side has been occasionally visited by martial arts masters.
The power of the Zhou family grew day by day, and they were even granted the title of king by civil servants, and no one in the court dared to hinder them.
This day.
A group of honor guards came to the foot of Wanshou Mountain, and the powerful King of Chu came to the chariot at the foot of the mountain.
When he reached the mountainside, Zhou Pingping went to the left and right attendants and walked up the mountain alone.
"The child pays homage to his father."
Zhou Pingan waited quietly outside the stone house for a moment when an indifferent voice came to his ears. He bowed to the back of the house and saw his still youthful father sitting cross-legged on the edge of the cliff fishing.
Zhou Yi held a piece of green bamboo that he picked up casually, and his true energy stretched into a line, hanging down from the top of the mountain to the river at the bottom of the stream.
"Why are you here looking for our family?"
"Father, it will be your birthday in a few days."
Zhou Ping'an said: "My child has been prepared for a long time. He has collected many martial arts classics, invited martial arts masters to perform martial arts at banquets, and decided to hold a birthday banquet for his father that is unique in the world."
"It's been a long time..."
Zhou Yi shook his head slightly, still looking at the fishing rod: "Just bring the classics. Our family is not interested in the birthday banquet. As for martial arts... Are there any martial arts geniuses who have appeared in the world recently?"
In the early years, I was keen on banquets to enjoy the popularity at banquets and to satisfy the sense of gain after climbing up.
Now that the world is invincible and he knows how to control the imperial power, no flattery can make Zhou Yi's heart sway, and the banquet is naturally boring.
Zhou Ping'anhui reported: "A secret agent from the East Factory reported that a young swordsman emerged from Jiangnan. He reached his peak at the age of two decades and is rumored to be the second best in the world."
After the Du Gong cut off the mountain with one sword, all the warriors were proud to be ranked second in the world.
Zhou Yi ordered: "Watch carefully."
"The nine clans in his family have Dongchang keeping an eye on him. If there is any change, he will not be able to hide it from his father."
Zhou Ping'an didn't understand why his father cared about his descendants, but the rise and fall of the Zhou family depended on him, so he could just do whatever he was told. After pondering for a moment, he continued.
"Father, I have one more thing to report to you."
Zhou Yi glanced at it, and there seemed to be a bit of ridicule in his voice: "The ceremonial guard, the driving nine, and the golden chariot. Your brat's pomp is even worse than that of the late emperor. Could it be that Emperor Long'an is planning to abdicate?"
The late emperor was referring to the orthodox emperor, and the following emperors were never taken seriously by the governor.
Emperor Long'an was just seven years old and was timid and weak by nature. He knew that his father, grandfather, great-great-grandfather, and great-grandfather all died unexpectedly, so he often hid in the harem and did not dare to go to court.
There have long been rumors among the people that before Emperor Long'an went to court, he would seek out sorcerers to predict bad luck.
He is as timid as a mouse and not like a human king.
Zhou Ping'an bowed and said: "Your Majesty said that he was too young and ignorant to govern the world, and it was difficult to govern the world. He also said that the world is sovereign and he should comply with the people's will. Zen is in Zhou!"
"People's hearts..."
Zhou Yi snorted coldly: "Which people's support?"
Zhou Ping'an replied: "The three divisions and six departments in the middle of the court, the sects of the noble families inside, and the generals of the border army outside, all think that your majesty's words are reasonable!"
"Jie Jie Jie!"
Zhou Yi laughed strangely and said: "In our family's eyes, secular imperial power is nothing but child's play. If you want to be the emperor, you can be the emperor, but there is one thing you must always remember."
Zhou Pingan suppressed his surprise. As long as his father agreed, the other opponents would be nothing more than ants, and he knelt down and said.
"Ask your father to teach you."
"Our family didn't have enough to eat when we were young, so we had no choice but to sell ourselves into the palace."
Zhou Yi said quietly: "Was our family a common people at that time? Does the world have the final say now? Remember, there are still people who will come after you!"
"Kid, remember this."
Zhou Ping'an said: "After the child ascends the throne, the country will be named Zhou, and his father will be worshiped as the God of War and the Holy Ancestor. A statue will be erected and a monument will be established. The father can decide the emperor's position in future generations with one word."
"My father has a long life and is immortal. You are here to supervise the imperial court. If future generations of unworthy descendants find it difficult to succeed to the throne, then Zhou Dynasty can be king for eternity."
Zhou Yi asked: "When did our family become interested in becoming emperor?"
Zhou Ping'an said: "The position of emperor belongs to my father."
"It's up to you. In our family's eyes, being an emperor is not as fun as fishing."
Zhou Yi felt the shaking of the fishing rod, and slowly shortened the Zhenqi fishing line. Finally, he caught a three-foot-long golden and red carp, which was very fat as it shook its head and swung its tail.
The majestic true energy came out of the body, turned into a river ten feet long in the air, and threw the carp into the river with a swing of the stick.
The carp that had been struggling so hard suddenly felt that it could breathe easily and swim happily in the river of Qi, as if it was really living in the water.
Seeing this wonderful scene, Zhou Ping'an became more respectful and lowered his body.
"This level of martial arts is difficult for ordinary people to fathom. It is no different from gods!"
