Strong spiritual energy floated in the two bathtubs. Driven by Zhang Jian's magic power, small wisps of fire emerged from these two bathtubs, smelting countless elixirs and gradually refining their medicinal properties.
After doing all this, Zhang Jian looked at Qi Yuhua and smiled.
"Madam, I will leave these two bathtubs to you and Chang'an. These are foundation-building elixirs. The medicinal properties have been dissolved by my husband's magic power, and they can be absorbed by you and the fourth child!
Although you cannot practice cultivation, bathing in the elixir can also exercise your muscles and bones, making your muscles and bones healthy and your body lighter!"
Qi Yuhua, who was pregnant, held Zhang Changan's little hand and advised, "Husband, I don't practice cultivation, but there is no need to waste this precious elixir!"
Hearing this, Zhang Jian smiled and said.
"It doesn't matter, we currently don't lack this kind of foundation-building elixir, which is also good for your martial arts practice!"
There was a trace of compassion in his eyes.
The road to immortality is full of hardships and countless disasters. If you are not careful, your body and soul will be destroyed.
Even though Zhang Yi and Zhang Zhao embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, Zhang Jian was still somewhat worried.
But he also knew that this was their own choice, just like the eaglets would always leave the nest, and they might fall off the cliff and be shattered into pieces, but they had to give it a try anyway.
But Qi Yuhua doesn't have to go through this at her age. He doesn't have high requirements for Qi Yuhua. He doesn't ask her to support the Zhang family and face countless risks, as long as she can be stable.
When one day he attains immortality and ascends to heaven, he will also attain the body of immortality.
Zhang Jian motioned for Qi Yuhua and Zhang Changan to walk in.
Then he entered another room, where Zhang Zhaozheng looked at the barrel with a curious expression. Zhang Jian was much rude to him, and directly slipped him in.
As Zhang Jian mobilized the surrounding auxiliary formations.
Within the two rooms, inspiration was flowing at this moment, and the invisible whirlpool of inspiration merged into the room like spring rain.
…
While Zhang Jian was cleaning the bones of Zhang Zhao, mother and son, there was turmoil inside and outside the imperial city, and many palace people were in a hurry.
Many imperial guards looked grim and blocked the palace gates on the left and right of the imperial city.
Only allowed in but not allowed out.
In Ziwei Hall, the palace of Emperor Jingwu, Taoist Dongjue rushed over after receiving the news.
She got the news from the disciples around Empress Dowager Li. At noon, Emperor Jingwu was reviewing the memorial in Jingtai Hall, but he suddenly passed out!
The key is that after she passed out, Empress Dowager Li did not let the Taiyuan Hospital intervene. Instead, she invited Taoist Jingming, the national master of Dongshen Temple.
This made Taoist Dongjue feel extremely unusual.
If it is an ordinary ailment, it is enough for the imperial doctor from the imperial hospital to take care of it, why bother to ask Taoist Jingming to treat it.
But Taoist Dongjue still felt a little unbelievable.
Emperor Jingwu was in his early thirties, a time when he was shrewd and capable. How could he suddenly faint at this time?
After a while, Taoist Dongjue saw Taoist Jingming walking out of the hall.
He frowned tightly at this time.
When Taoist Dongjue saw this, his expression sank and he asked.
"Nephew, how is your majesty?"
Taoist Jingming raised his head and pondered in silence.
Taoist Dongjue was startled, feeling something bad in his heart.
She walked quickly into Ziwei Hall, only to see Empress Dowager Li and Empress Qi standing beside Emperor Jingwu in Ziwei Hall.
On the dragon bed, Emperor Jingwu was leaning slightly sideways, carrying a snow-white silk silk on his back, and the white silk silk was stained with bright red blood.
Around him, the magnificent black dragon of national destiny seemed to be floating and flowing, but it was quieter than before.
Taoist Dongjue noticed that there was a slight bulge on Emperor Jingwu's back. The bulge made him groan in pain and he involuntarily arched his body, unable to straighten his back.
Taoist Dongjue ignored the gazes of Empress Dowager Li and Empress Qi, and raised his hand to lift the white silk ribbon. In an instant, his face changed, and he saw a malignant sore attached to his back.
There is a faint sense of transcendence in it.
"Evil force, evil evil!"
Taoist Dongjue just glanced at it, and his face suddenly turned cold.
It is not that she has never seen this kind of pustules. Over the long years, she has seen people with extremely evil powers, who have been deeply affected by their luck and have been punished by God. Their whole bodies will be covered with pustules.
Malignant sores are also a type.
But Emperor Jingwu was the Supreme Being of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, and he had the luck of the dragon to rule the country. How could he have such a thing?
"Could there be something wrong with the dragon veins that would bring disaster to the emperor!"
This thought flashed through Taoist Dongjue's mind, but he saw Queen Qi walking up to Taoist Dongjue and bowing down deeply.
"Auntie, please help your majesty. Your majesty is wise and mighty. He is my pilgrim king and should not be in such trouble!"
Seeing this, Taoist Dongjue patted Mr. Qi's hand and said comfortingly.
"Ms. Qi, you don't have to worry. His Majesty's energy and spirit are still intact. We will find a way!"
Taoist Dongjue looked indifferent, and after a few words of comfort to Mrs. Qi, he slowly walked out of Ziwei Hall.
Taoist Jingming was standing outside Ziwei Hall and saw Taoist Dongjue asking.
"Senior Sister, you don't need to ask me. You should have seen His Majesty's condition. This is the evil caused by the dragon's veins backlash, and it should be related to the treasure being nurtured in the dragon's veins..."
When mentioning the treasure, Master Jingming remained silent.
He had only heard the ancestor of the Dongshen Cult mention that treasure, but he didn't know what it was.
Taoist Dongyu couldn't help but said: "Now that the senior brother is not in the temple, is this a bit troublesome?"
In the face of such abscesses and malignant sores, if we want to cure them, we must first deal with the root of the disease, and we must first try to solve the evil consequences in the dragon veins.
Otherwise, if the backlash is allowed to happen, Emperor Jingwu may soon be unable to bear it.
Taoist Jingming nodded slightly and scanned the imperial city under martial law.
It was about the backlash of the dragon vein, but he didn't know the mystery of the dragon vein and how to solve it.
The only one who knows the inside story of Dragon Vein is Yin Eclipse Master Chao Mu.
However, Taoist Jingming also knows that there is Zhenren Tiangang in Dragon Vein, and he should also know the root of it. He needs to help him in this matter.
…
"The imperial city is under martial law!"
At the entrance of the Imperial City Palace, Zhang Jian was blocked in front of the Yujing Gate, with some surprise in his eyes.
Also blocked at the door were many courtiers.
Among them were many important ministers dressed in royal robes. Zhang Jian saw that most of the important ministers from the Nine Qing Dynasties had arrived, including Wang Wan, the court captain, He Zheng, the chief minister, Wen Daoyuan, the imperial minister, Yu Qiongying, the imperial servant, and Zhuang Yingye, the imperial censor among the three ministers.
Already on the list.
The news from the Imperial Guard is that an assassin has appeared in the imperial city. Is the palace gate closed at this time to capture the assassin?
Zhang Jian stood in the crowd. At this time, he greeted his immediate superior, Shaofu Ling Wen Daoyuan, and stood aside.
He looked towards the sky, but found that the emperor's destiny star Ziwei was slightly dim and covered with thick clouds.
"This is an ominous sign!"
Zhang Jian thought to himself that something like this happened suddenly, which completely disrupted his practice rhythm.
Not only can he see such omens, but those with ulterior motives will probably not let go of the opportunity.