Xu Qian took Hengyuan back to Xu Mansion, ordered his servants to clean the guest room, and took the master to stay.

Hengyuan being able to stay in the Xu Mansion is undoubtedly a huge guarantee for Xu Qian and the Xu Mansion family. There is the Holy Girl of Tianzong, the Little Black Skin from Southern Xinjiang, and a monk with a hidden relic...

The guard strength of the Xu Mansion is actually frighteningly high, far stronger than the mansions of most princes and nobles.

Hengyuan put his hands together and said, "Excuse me."

After saying that, he followed the servants to the outer courtyard.

Although he is a monk, he is still a man and it is not convenient for him to live in the inner courtyard. There are too many female relatives in the inner courtyard.

Under the guidance of his servant, Hengyuan entered a secluded room on the edge.

He didn't feel it was a slight at all, but was pleased with Xu Qian's thoughtfulness. Hengyuan needed a quiet enough room for him to read scriptures in the morning and evening classes.

After simply cleaning the room, Hengyuan put his hands together and thanked the servant.

After the servants left, he was about to close the door and meditate, when he suddenly saw a little head sticking out of the door, looking at him innocently with a bit of curiosity.

Hengyuan smiled and said gently: "Little donor."

He knew that this girl was Xu Qian's younger sister, and Hengyuan had also been to Xu's house several times.

"Do you want to live in my house too?" Xu Lingyin asked.

"Excuse me." Hengyuan apologized.

Xu Lingyin crossed the threshold, took out a half-broken pastry from her pocket, raised her face, and offered it to you with both hands: "For you to eat."

He is such a sensible and kind-hearted child... Hengyuan showed an moved smile, took the cake and stuffed it into his mouth. He felt that the taste was a bit strange.

Xu Lingyin ran out happily, and not long after, she ran in with a wilted orchid in her hand, with dirt at the roots.

Hengyuan looked at the girl with some confusion and thought to herself, after giving away the cakes, why should I send flowers? Mr. Xu's little sister is too enthusiastic and sensible.

Xu Lingyin frowned and said distressedly:

"I was playing outside just now and knocked over my mother's favorite flower. I'm going to be beaten again. Uncle, just say it was you who knocked it over. You are a guest and my mother will not beat you."

Hengyuan said helplessly: "Monks don't lie."

Xu Lingyin raised her face in confusion: "What do you mean?"

Heng Yuan explained gently: "You just can't lie."

Xu Lingyin was about to cry and said: "Then please return the pastries to me. I hid them in my shoes for three days and couldn't bear to eat them..."

.........Hengyuan was dumbfounded.

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

Back in the study, Huaiqing and Li Miaozhen were still waiting. The two outstanding beauties with different beauties sat quietly. The atmosphere could not be said to be solemn, but it was not relaxed either.

Seeing Xu Qi'an crossing the threshold, Huaiqing's reaction was even greater than that of Li Miaozhen. He stood up quickly and walked towards him with his skirts fluttering.

He suddenly paused in front of Xu Qi'an, staring at him with eyes like autumn water. He hesitated several times and tried his best to control the smoothness of his voice:

"Yes, who is it?"

"It's not him." Xu Qian shook his head, paused for a few seconds, and added in a low voice: "It's him."

Two answers, two him, corresponding to two portraits.

Huaiqing's face suddenly froze, her beautiful face became uncontrollably pale, and the blood receded little by little. She seemed unable to accept this fact, a huge dizziness hit her, and she was about to fall down as soon as she swayed.

Xu Qian put his arms around her waist and sighed: "Your Highness, my condolences..."

"I'm fine, I'm fine..." Huaiqing pushed him a few times and leaned softly on his shoulder, his shoulders trembling.

Xu Qi'an wanted to hug the beauty in his arms tightly, but considering that she was not Lin'an, he just hugged her gently and lent her solid chest and broad shoulders to the eldest daughter of the emperor.

Li Miaozhen, a melon-eater who didn't know the truth, was shocked, thinking, "What do you want to do...what do you want to do in front of me?"

This process did not last long. After Huaiqing cried a little, he quickly suppressed his inner emotions, left Xu Qian's arms, and said softly: "I have lost my temper."

Li Miaozhen asked, "What's going on?"

Xu Qi'an glanced at Huaiqing and saw that she had no objection, so he explained to the saint of Tianzong: "The one under the Dragon Vein is not the Taoist leader of the Earth Sect, but the late emperor."

The late emperor?!

Li Miaozhen's face was stunned for a moment. She slowly opened her mouth and widened her beautiful eyes. Xu Qi'an's words echoed in her mind repeatedly. After a long time, she heard herself murmuring and asked:

"How can it be!"

"The late emperor was the one who really had an obsession with immortality. It's hard for me to believe it, but that may be the case." Xu Qian sighed again.

The late emperor's physical condition was actually not good. Although he had faked his death, the diagnosis made by the warlock Si Tianjian was unmistakable. That is, the late emperor was addicted to women and had emptied his body.

This point is also very clear in the history books. "Joan of Arc is a womanizer" explains everything in just a few words.

He knows his own body best, so the late emperor had the desire to practice Taoism and live forever. But because of the rule that those blessed by luck cannot live forever, he can only suppress this desire deep in his heart.

Until the leader of the Earth Sect came to the capital, some secrets that were unknown to outsiders must have happened, which changed the late emperor's understanding and made him see the possibility of immortality.

Li Miaozhen took a long time to digest the news and rebutted again and again:

"It's impossible. The late emperor was not a disciple of the Taoist sect, and he was not even a martial artist. And the existence you saw in the underground dragon veins was so powerful that it made you tremble."

Huaiqing's eyes were slightly red and he took a deep breath:

"There is no causal relationship between the two. The late emperor was an ordinary person, but it does not mean that he was not talented. Among the members of the royal family, any prince who is qualified to compete for the throne will have a concubine early and spread the branches of the royal family. Because there is no

Heirs are one of the important criteria for competing for the position of prince.

"Even if the prince is obsessed with martial arts, it will arouse the resentment of the emperor and the princes. If he is obsessed with martial arts, he will not have the energy to deal with government affairs. My father... He has been obsessed with martial arts for twenty years, and there are many criticisms from the government and the public. He is the best

example of."

The meaning of this sentence is that if you want to be an emperor, you have to give up your practice. After all, people have their limits.

The late emperor chose the throne, but it does not mean that he was not talented enough.

In the past twenty years, he has been like a moth, licking the bones and sucking the marrow of Dafeng's national destiny, squeezing out the people's fat and oil. Even a pig, if fed with so many resources, would become a marshal.

What's more, judging from the current situation, the late emperor's talent is not weak.

Li Miaozhen was speechless for a moment. She didn't know what she thought of. She was horrified and said in a voiceless voice: "Where is the body of King Zhenbei?!"

Xu Qian and Huaiqing looked at each other, wondering why she was so excited: "What's wrong?"

The body of King Zhenbei was torn into pieces and could no longer die. In the Chuzhou case, no one cared about how to deal with the body of a prince.

The Holy Lady of Tianzong stood up slowly, glanced at the two of them with extremely frightened eyes, and said:

"One qi transforms into three pure beings. One person has three people, and three people have one person. As long as the three clones are not completely killed, they will not die. Only the qi and blood accumulated over the years will die, and only one third will die.

The soul."

Xu Qi'an and Huaiqing's expressions changed greatly.

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

Sangbo, the rebuilt Shanhe Temple in Yongzhen.

Yuan Jing, who was wearing a black robe embroidered with gold silk thread, stood with his hands behind his back in front of the sculpture of the founding emperor, squinting and looking at him.

He is already over fifty, but with his rosy complexion, jet-black hair, and upright posture, he looks like he is no more than forty years old.

"Gaozu, you established the Dafeng Dynasty, gathered the fortune of the Central Plains, and advanced to the first level. At its peak, even the Witch God Sect could only hold its nose and admit failure."

"Wuzong, you overthrew the corrupt direct lineage, gained recognition from Confucianism, ascended the throne and proclaimed yourself emperor, and advanced to the first rank. Then Confucianism flourished, and even Buddhism had no choice but to retreat to the Western Regions."

"It has been six hundred years since the founding of Dafeng, and apart from the two of you, there is no one who is a warrior. But no matter how powerful you were during your lifetime, you will eventually be nothing but a handful of loess after a hundred years." Emperor Yuan Jing's eyes were calm and his tone was firm:

"And I will become the first immortal emperor of Dafeng, soon, soon..."

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

The boundary of the capital city is the Fulong Mountains.

Viewed from a high altitude, the Fulong Mountain Range looks like a giant dragon sleeping on the ground. This mountain is beautiful and has the power of the earth. It is the best Feng Shui treasure land in the capital city.

About three hundred years ago, the emperors of that generation built their mausoleums here. In the following three hundred years, six emperors were buried in the Fulong Mountains. Therefore, the imperial mausoleums here are also called "Fengliu Tombs".

The late emperor was also buried here.

A group of four people secretly sneaked into the imperial mausoleum. Using Si Tianjian and Confucian magic, they avoided the "defense line" of the vulgar warriors, passed through the buildings outside the imperial mausoleum, entered the mountains, and stopped outside the late emperor's mausoleum.

They came here for final verification.

As the king of a country, it is not that simple to fake death. The civil and military officials of the court, the imperial doctor, and the Si Tianjian will all make confirmations. Since the late emperor was sent to the coffin, he was indeed dead at least at that time.

We still have to go to the tomb to find out what happened.

Outside the mausoleum, Xu Qi'an tore off a page of Confucian magic and said to the three beauties: "Hold me."

Zhong Li hugged him obediently from behind. Huaiqing and Li Miaozhen glanced at him and put their hands on his shoulders.

Is Senior Sister Zhong still the best? Huaiqing and Miaozhen have too strong personalities... Xu Qian muttered in her heart, without pausing, she burned the paper with her Qi machine and recited:

"We are not outside the mausoleum, but inside the mausoleum gate."

The paper burned out, and a faint clear light enveloped the four people and disappeared.
To be continued...