"Brother Ling, what is this?" Jia Nianxi and Huan Qin walked downstairs and saw the seal on the table. They couldn't help but pick it up and look at it: "This Yao Chang is so generous!"
"I also said that I would go to the mourning platform to watch the ceremony tomorrow." Ling Muyun smiled bitterly.
"Watching the ceremony?" Jia Nianxi was stunned, and then said: "Fu Jian killed his lord and repaid his ambition to become emperor. Chang'an was just settled, but it was in such a hurry?"
"I turned down half of them."
"Where's the other half?"
"For Yinshou's sake, give him a miracle."
The next day.
Wenwang Lingtai.
Yao Chang was wearing a dragon robe, a golden crown on his head, holding a jade tablet, and stood in front of the jade throne with a respectful expression.
On both sides, the ministers in Jinyi looked at him solemnly.
Gao Gai took the brocade silk in his hand, sang his praises, and at the same time, offered sacrifices to heaven.
After reciting, he threw the brocade silk in his hand into the cauldron.
Immediately afterwards, Yao Chang accepted the congratulations and salutes of hundreds of civil and military officials, and announced that he would change the Yuan Dynasty to the beginning of Jianchu and grant amnesty to the world.
Just after he finished speaking, thunder suddenly rolled, and the "Heavenly Palace" appeared in the clouds. For a while, there was lightning and thunder.
Accompanied by the faint sound of heaven.
"Glory to our Lord!"
"Heavenly beings are here to congratulate you!"
All the ministers said that Yao Chang was very happy, and they secretly appreciated Gao Gai's ability in doing things.
Ling Muyun, who was the instigator, was huddled in the forest a few miles away, breathing heavily.
"I thought I would reciprocate my kindness, but I didn't expect that my true energy would be wasted so much."
"Brother Ling, what's going on in Yunzhong?" Jia Nianxi looked curious, while Huan Qin knelt on the ground and silently made a wish.
"After I cultivated the Ten Thunders, fifty-one palaces appeared in my mind. I originally thought of constructing one with the thunder method and treating it as a miracle. Who would have thought that all of a sudden, out of control, they all appeared. This was unexpected. That’s what I expected.”
"What does it do?"
"What effect?" Ling Muyun scratched his head: "If I have to say it has any effect, I feel that the thunder is much more powerful."
"It's just..." Ling Muyun continued: "As soon as I left the palace, I lost any real energy. I couldn't even use the thunder in my palm."
"That's useless!" Jia Nianxi curled his lips.
By the time Ling Muyun crossed his knees and recovered his true energy, Yao Chang's enthronement ceremony had been completed, and the officials dispersed one after another.
Yao Chang obviously wanted to punish King Wen, otherwise, how could he choose the Lingtai to ascend the throne.
Thinking of this, Jia Nianxi's disdain almost made her face distort.
"In any case, there is no need to make another trip to King Wen's tomb."
Ling Muyun stood up and walked towards the spiritual platform.
After thousands of years, the spiritual platform is still there, but there is no spiritual confinement. Even the spiritual marsh has no traces of space and has long since dried up.
Even so, when Ling Muyun stood on the spiritual platform, he felt that the past and present coexisted.
"Jade Mansion!"
The divine thunder of Jade Palace shines through the ages.
Ling Muyun subconsciously formed a seal, pointed forward, and two crimson divine thunders emerged from the sky and the earth at the same time, and finally gathered together and connected directly to the heaven and the earth.
"There are surprises every day!" Jia Nianxi looked envious.
Since traveling with Ling Muyun, his progress can be seen with the naked eye.
After learning two thunders, realizing one sword, and improving one's true energy, it only lasted half a year.
The Jade Palace Divine Thunder lasted for more than ten breaths before splitting into two and retracting back to the heaven and earth respectively.
Ever since Yao Chang ascended the throne, Ling Muyun had a mysterious and mysterious feeling, but he still couldn't figure it out until he stood on the mourning platform and seemed to see the figures of King Wen and Yao Chang overlapping.
Happiness comes from the heart, and the jade house is self-made.
What shocked several people even more was that following the lightning strike, a wailing sound came from all directions.
Then, a plume of red smoke rose into the sky from the mourning platform, instantly dyeing the northern sky red.
"Another vision!"
"My emperor is worthy of being the chosen one!"
The vision in the sky caused the ministers who gathered around Yao Chang to congratulate him to come up again and rush to sing his praises.
Only Jia Nianxi frowned.
"Brother Ling, I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you the rest of the way."
"Why?"
"This red smoke is the ghost dust unique to Youzhou. Now it seems that Zhuge Qing is right as he expected." Black smoke billowed behind Jia Nianxi, and Jia Nanfeng also appeared out of thin air: "The alien race has arrived in the world!"
"Are you going to Youzhou?" Ling Muyun was a little worried.
"I need to find out the whereabouts of Gui Chen before I can send a message to the Immortal Crossing so that the Northwest King can be prepared."
"I'll go with you." Ling Muyun clenched his hands and said.
"Brother Ling, can you catch up? Or are you addicted to grabbing your ankles?" After Jia Nianxi finished speaking, he chuckled.
Ling Muyun was stunned.
He does not have the ability to fly through the air. Even if he reaches the Grandmaster realm, it is almost impossible to fly through the air.
Only in that human realm can one have the ability to travel thousands of miles in a day.
"It's not impossible." Ling Muyun said shamelessly.
"It's okay for a short time, but I can't afford it for a long time with my obsession."
"Shh!" Ling Muyun sighed: "Pay attention to safety and don't force anything."
"Brother Ling, you need to tell yourself this. There are thousands of families, and you can't force it. Your father, Ling Hao, only found eight people in ten years." Jia Nianxi shook his hand to stop Ling Muyun from asking questions. : "In ten years, no matter what, we must rush back to Shenxiandu."
After saying that, he turned into black smoke and chased the red smoke.
Ling Muyun stood there for a long time, and it was not until the red clouds receded that he came back to his senses.
Huan Qin was staying quietly by the side, guarding persistently.
"I don't understand anything about you cultivators, so I won't ask any more questions." Huan Qin said.
"Go back to the city!" Ling Muyun didn't say much.
I told Huan Qin about the foreign affairs, and he suddenly had more troubles out of thin air.
If you don’t know anything, it’s not unfounded.
Along the way from Longdong, Huan Qin didn't speak much, especially when Ling Muyun and Jia Nianxi talked about spiritual practice, she was even more silent.
As soon as Jia Nianxi left, she talked more.
For Ling Muyun, Jia Nianxi had been with him for several months and suddenly left, but he was not used to it.
However, Huan Qin's words had a different flavor due to the added air of human fireworks.
For example, Wang Xianzhi practiced calligraphy, but in the end "only a little bit resembled Xizhi", or Xie An, who had been living in seclusion, had to "make a comeback" at the age of forty, and how Wang Xizhi, who "confessed his feelings to the East bed", became the "Dong bed quick son-in-law", etc. .
It was even mentioned that Xie Daoyun, a talented daughter of the Xie family in Chen County, married Wang Ningzhi, but Wang Ningzhi devoted himself to practicing Taoism and believed in the Five Pecks of Rice Sect.
Huan Qin belongs to the same four major families, and is almost familiar with the affairs of the Jin Dynasty.
But what she said were all anecdotes that Ling Muyun, who was far away in Dingbei, had never heard, so he listened to them with gusto.
"...Sima Daosheng fell out of favor and was deposed by You, and Wang Jianji died of depression..."
"Later, Sima Yao succeeded to the throne, honored Wang Jianji as Queen Shun, and buried Sima Yu together in Gaoping Mausoleum." A voice suddenly interrupted.
Ling Muyun raised his head and looked up. Junsheng, a young man in his twenties and twenties, looked at the two of them, drinking lightly from the teacup in his hand.
"This dear friend does know a lot about the secrets of the royal family."
"When it comes to the Wang family in Taiyuan, it's hard for me not to know about it."
The Wang family in Taiyuan has been a famous family since ancient times, and is even known as one of the ten most powerful families. The scandals within it are rarely spread to the world.
Therefore, Young Junsheng still made up a perfect ending for Wang Jianji's death.
"May I ask my dear friend your name?" Ling Muyun raised his hand.
"Wang Na!"
