"Read it to me, I can't understand cursive writing." Xu Qian pushed back.

Xu New Year's face froze and he looked at him blankly: "If that's the case, why do you want me to write it out?"

Because I'm in a bad mood today... Xu Qian urged: "Don't be useless, I'll let you read it as you please. My elder brother is like my father. Are my words useless?"

Xu New Year muttered a few times, greeted his eldest brother and his family vaguely, then grabbed the rice paper and started reading.

"etc!"

When reading a certain paragraph, Xu Qian suddenly stopped.

He took the rice paper, stared at it carefully, and asked: "What's going on with this conversation? What's the follow-up? Is there no follow-up?"

Xu Erlang nodded: "There is no follow-up in the daily life record. It should have been modified at the beginning. Well, what's wrong with this conversation?"

He couldn't hide his curiosity and looked at his eldest brother. In Xu Erlang's view, this conversation was nothing special. It was just a conversation between the late emperor and the leader of the sect of the previous generation about cultivating immortality.

Talking about immortality with a Taoist master is like talking about classics with a great Confucian, it is extremely ordinary.

Xu Qi'an didn't answer him, and was thinking on his own, diverging his thoughts and making associations from this conversation.

Those who have been ordered by heaven since ancient times cannot survive forever. Can the Taoist method of immortality solve this limit...

It can be seen from this sentence that the late emperor knew that those blessed by luck could not live forever.

You can live forever, but you can’t live forever...

The "longevity" mentioned by the previous Taoist leader of the Renzong should mean longevity. The longevity in the second half of the sentence is the longevity that Emperor Yuan Jing sought.

One Qi transforms three pure beings, one of the three, or three of the three... Well, what does this sentence mean? Did the late emperor just ask it casually, or does it have a deeper meaning?

With doubts, Xu Qian continued to let his little brother read it.

But there are no other suspicious clues.

"Erlang, you have to speed up the progress. Within three days, write down all the contents of the late emperor's daily life record for my elder brother. Remember to hide it and don't let people from the Hanlin Academy find out that you are doing this. We will investigate secretly and decide

It cannot be leaked, otherwise it will cause disaster."

Based on the intuition of the old detective, Xu Qian believed that Emperor Yuan Jing was addicted to Taoism and might have something to do with the late emperor.

In fact, the core suspicion of this case is very simple. Since the emperor cannot live forever, why did Emperor Yuan Jing want to practice Taoism?

After solving this doubt, everything becomes clear.

Emperor Yuan Jing was not a fool. Even the supreme saints, the great ancestors and martial ancestors of the first level of martial arts could not live forever. Without certain certainty or some hope, it was impossible for Emperor Yuan Jing to indulge in Taoism.

"Yeah." Xu Erlang nodded and said instead:

"Recently, I heard something in the court. There is a war in the north. Brother, do you know?"

"A war in the north?" Xu Qian was surprised.

On that day, he tore the Queen of Zhenbei to pieces, took advantage of the auspicious opportunity to Zhigu, who was seriously injured, and took advantage of Monk Shenshu to open Wushuang, to chase the third-level barbarian out of Chuzhou City and behead him beside the official road.

The purpose is to make the northern barbarians severely weakened and leaderless. In this way, just the competition among the barbarian tribes for the position of the new leader will be enough to cause chaos for a while.

It is impossible to disturb the northern border anymore.

However, the northern barbarians and the demon clan are of the same spirit, and the northern demon clan cannot take the opportunity to cannibalize the barbarians. This will only increase internal strife.

"Witch God Cult?!" Xu Qian blurted out.

"The Witch God Cult took the opportunity to attack the northern demon barbarian territory and wanted to invade the demon barbarian territory. This is bad news for us, Dafeng." Xu Erlang said.

"How is the battle going?" Xu Qian asked.

"I don't know the details, but I heard that the demon barbarians are retreating steadily." Xu Erlang showed a serious look and said: "I heard that the general leading the army of the Witch God Sect is the king of Jingguo - Xiahou Yushu."

Who is this...Xu Qian was stunned for a few seconds and suddenly recalled the files of the Shanhaiguan Battle.

Xiahou Yushu, the king of Jingguo, led the army of Jingguo in the Battle of Shanhaiguan twenty years ago, and attacked for three days and three nights, cutting off Dafeng's grain and grass supply line on the eve of the decisive battle.

Caught Wei Yuan by surprise, that was the closest the coalition forces came to victory, and they were only a few inches away from rewriting history.

Dafeng had a very high opinion of the king of Jingguo, thinking that he was second only to Wei Yuan in terms of talent, especially in terms of overall planning and overall view.

In terms of leadership ability alone, Xiahou Yushu is more powerful than King Zhenbei.

The Northeast is a vast territory with a vast territory and sparsely populated areas, and is dominated by three kingdoms: Jingguo, Kangguo, and Yanguo.

All three countries believe in the witch god, and the witch god religion is the state religion of the three northeastern countries. There, theocratic power is supreme, followed by imperial power, which is exactly the same as the class structure of the Western Regions.

The Three Northeastern Kingdoms only cultivate two systems, the wizard system and the martial arts system.

"Hey, Wei Gong once said that the Witch God Sect will be attacked after the autumn harvest. But now, the Witch God Sect has invaded the territory of the demon barbarians in the north. Dafeng is likely to send troops... This, how can this be such a coincidence?

.I don’t believe that Wei Gong could predict this. He must have other purposes to attack the Witch God Cult."

Xu Qian frowned secretly.

He didn't know why, but he felt like a storm was coming.

.............

Late at night, the full moon hangs high.

The cold moonlight shines on the lush mountain forest, and night birds flap their wings in the green forest and emit shrill cries.

A wisp of green smoke lingered under the moonlight, passing through the forest, past the mountain peaks, past lakes and rivers, and finally arrived at a cave and got into it.

After passing through the twists and turns of the cave passage, after a long time, the blue smoke came to a cave valley. The cold moonlight shone down from the top, and the valley in the cave was filled with bright moon flowers.

A high platform is built with stones, vines are wrapped around it, and flowers are blooming on it, forming a "flower platform" together.

The stone chair on the stage was covered with fluffy snow-white fox fur. A young woman with extraordinary splendor sat lazily and tilted her head with one hand, smiling as she looked at Qing Yan who was returning after passing through thousands of mountains and rivers.

The green smoke transformed into an unreal woman, with graceful posture and charming temperament, but her face was blurry.

"Master, I'm back."

The woman gave her gift gracefully.

"Six years have passed by in a blink of an eye. You have done well. I originally sent you to the capital for the sake of the sealed artifact under Sangbo."

The beauty on the stone chair had a soft voice. She bent her legs, slid down her skirt, revealing two long white python-like legs, and said with a smile:

"I saw that you wrote back and said that you fell in love with a man, so I didn't urge you to come back. I tolerated you for half a year longer and ended my earthly love. Now, are you still worried about me in the capital?"

The woman lowered her head and did not answer.

The woman on the stone chair had a pair of seductive and charming eyes. She narrowed her eyes and said with a smile:

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Fuxiang Oiran is famous all over the world. It's such a sight. Have you forgotten your name...Ye Ji?"

"Yeji doesn't dare. Fuxiang is the daughter of the guilty minister and died of illness six years ago. Yeji is just occupying the magpie's nest and using her body to do things. Yeji will always be loyal to her master."

"What if one day, I ask you to kill Xu Qian." The woman on the stone chair looked narrow, but her tone was cold.

The woman's whole body was shaken, Yingying fell to her knees, and said sadly: "Then I forgive Yeji for not being able to serve the master anymore, and please let me die."

The woman on the stone chair sat up straight and giggled: "Naughty, you know that I can't kill you. Haven't you always wanted to know what I would do with Xu Qian?

"On that day, I scattered you nine sisters across the Nine Provinces. I once said that if you can fall in love with the same man, he will be my future husband and the king of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom.

"Besides you, there is another girl who also falls in love with him."

Ye Ji suddenly looked up, a little surprised and a little jealous: "Yes, who is it?"

The princess of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons smiled brightly and was charming. She did not answer Ye Ji's words, but instead said: "You can cultivate here for a while, and I will reshape your body for you.

"Next, there is a new task for you to do."

...........

early morning.

Tianji and Tianshu led their subordinate spies and rode horses to Baifeng Mountain in the western suburbs.

The huge archway has the words "Qinglong Temple" written on it, and the winding stone steps extend deep into the jungle and towards the magnificent temple on the top of the mountain.

Leaving a few people to look after the horses, Tianji and Tianshu climbed up the steps and entered the temple.

After receiving the information from their disciples, the two Tianzihao spies met the abbot of Qinglong Temple, Monk Panshu.

The old monk, with his white beard hanging down to his chest, kind-faced eyebrows and kind eyes, sat cross-legged in the Zen room, and said with a pleasant expression: "Two gentlemen, why do you want to come to our temple?"

Tianji took out a folded portrait from his arms, unfolded it, and said, "Can Master Panshu recognize this person?"

The monk in the portrait has a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and rough facial features. He is none other than Monk Hengyuan.

"Amitabha."

Monk Panshu put his hands together and said, "He is Hengyuan, the disciple of the poor monk."

Tianji and Tianshu looked at each other, with a flash of light in their eyes. Tianji leaned forward slightly and stared at Monk Panshu: "Can this person be in the temple?"

Monk Panshu shook his head: "This man has been away from the temple for more than two years. That year, another disciple of the poor monk, Heng Hui, disappeared and his whereabouts are unknown. Since then, Hengyuan went down the mountain to look for him and never returned to the temple.

"Any disciple in the temple can testify to this matter. If you don't believe me, just ask and you will know."

Tianji nodded: "Please take charge of summoning the disciples."

After questioning the disciples in the temple and getting a unified answer, Tianji and Tianshu left the temple and walked side by side on the stone steps going down the mountain.
To be continued...