The old man of Qingshan Hou Mansion, who looked like an old farmer, was still kneeling on the ground respectfully.
Although he was a little unclear at this time, whether Feng Qingyan was the palace master himself, a descendant of the palace master, or a descendant of the emperor, he could all be said to be of the bloodline of the emperor.
And judging from Feng Qingyan's appearance, he is more likely to be a direct descendant of the palace lord.
"The prince is not only the bloodline of the emperor, but also the descendant of the palace lord. He is naturally the prince of our Qingshan Kingdom." The old farmer seemed to see Feng Qingyan's doubts, so he explained that his identity may be wrong, but the terrifying existence behind him will definitely not
Wrong.
This is the tattoo of a person from the ghost tribe.
Even a saint cannot imitate it, let alone create it.
"Qingshan Country?"
Feng Qingyan suddenly felt a little familiar, and couldn't help but feel a little surprised, and said: "The elder of the mansion hastily invite you, this will shorten Qingyan's life."
And at this time, he vaguely felt that something was wrong with Fu Lao's physical condition, and then he remembered the words of the four ghost kings of Youdu when he was in Sword Kingdom, and his expression suddenly changed.
"Is Mr. Fu injured?"
Feng Qingyan hurriedly stepped forward to help the old farmer up and said, "How is the injury? Could it be..."
The old farmer smiled bitterly, but didn't say much.
When he saw that Feng Qingyan didn't admit it, he didn't force anything. After all, even he couldn't confirm it, so he said: "Please Feng Sheng, for the sake of me, agree to this."
"Master Fu, just call me Qingyan. There is no need to be so polite." Feng Qingyan said quickly, "Master Fu, please tell me, as long as it does not violate morality, Qingyan is obliged to do so."
If the old man hadn't tried his best to save him, he would have died long ago.
Although he had already guessed that the Qingshan Marquis Mansion must have something to ask for in rescuing him, but as long as it did not violate morality, he would not mind.
"Please also ask the saint to come to my Qingshan Marquis Mansion."
The old farmer pondered for a while and said.
Feng Qingyan was a little surprised. He looked at the old farmer and said, "You only need to go to Qingshan Hou Mansion?"
The old farmer nodded.
"OK."
Feng Qingyan thought about it and said, vaguely guessing what he was going to do when he went to the Qingshan Marquis Mansion, "When?"
"The sooner the better, I can't hold on much longer."
The old farmer was a little reluctant.
His soul was so badly injured that he might not survive for a few months.
After he died, even his soul would be scattered. He could not become a ghost at all, let alone a ghost. If he could become a ghost, he would not be so anxious and unwilling. Unexpectedly, after living cautiously for more than two thousand years, he ended up...
"Then tomorrow morning." Feng Qingyan thought for a while and said, "Master Fu, is your injury really hopeless?"
"Even Bian Que, a great doctor, can't save him."
The old farmer shook his head.
At this time, the old farmer had fallen from the level of a great sage to the level of a literary minister.
"Where is my Confucian leader?" Feng Qingyan hesitated and said. He has a "Shangzi Plate" of the leader, but he can ask the leader to take action once, "Can't he save the old man?"
The old farmer shook his head and said: "Thank you for your concern, but no one in this world can save my injury."
"May I ask what kind of injury it is?"
Feng Qingyan frowned.
After all, the old man was his savior, and he could not just watch his savior die.
"soul."
The old farmer hesitated and said, "Unless the palace lord is reincarnated, or the uncle of Youdu takes action."
Feng Qingyan sighed.
"Then tomorrow morning, I will be waiting on the Lingshui Bridge to be canonized."
At this time, the old farmer bowed and quickly retreated.
Feng Qingyan stood silently for a moment and then returned to the academy. On the way, he kept thinking about the elder's words. Could he really be a descendant of the emperor?
This shouldn't be the case.
Also, from what the elder said, it seems that he is very similar to Qingshan Hou, almost exactly the same...
This is even more inappropriate.
After a while, Feng Qingyan returned to the academy. He did not go back to the A-shaped courtyard, but came to the back hall.
"Teacher, I have something to ask you."
Feng Qingyan came to the back hall door and said softly.
"come in."
An Xiu said with a smile.
Feng Qingyan pushed the door open, bowed to Anxiu, knelt down and said, "Teacher, I want to go to the Qingshan Marquis Mansion tomorrow."
"Going to Qingshan Hou Mansion?"
An Xiu was a little surprised.
"Back in the Shu Kingdom, if it hadn't been for the Qingshan Houfu Fu Lao who desperately tried to save him, Qing Yan would have perished long ago." Feng Qingyan sighed, "Due to the attacks from the four ghost kings of Youdu, the Fu Lao may not have survived for long."
An Xiu pondered for a moment and then said: "Okay, but remember not to reveal your whereabouts."
"Disciple tomorrow."
Feng Qingyan nodded, and then went back to Jiaziyuan to pack his bags.
At this time, in the study in the back hall, the old man came out when he saw Feng Qingyan leaving and said, "What are Qingyan doing at the Qingshan Marquis Mansion?"
"Teacher, Qingyan is afraid that he is a member of the ghost tribe."
An Xiu hesitated and said.
"What?"
The old man was shocked and couldn't believe it, so he quickly said: "But is it confirmed?"
"Basically confirmed."
An Xiu nodded.
That day the evil spirits attacked the academy and Burial Mountain, and when Feng Qingyan stood in front of the evil spirits, the evil spirits had to kneel down.
Even the Great Sage cannot do this.
As far as he knew, only people from the ghost tribe could do it with the tattoos on their backs...
"Now that more than two thousand years have passed, can we still restore the country and build a country?" The old man quickly calmed down, shook his head and said, "Now Qingyan is the number one virtual saint in the history. Even if he is a ghost, the world will attack him.
Can't reach him."
"This disciple is worried that something strange will happen to Qingyan."
An Xiu pondered for a moment and said.
Hearing this, the old man gradually frowned.
He has read almost all of the Twenty-Seven Books, but he has read a lot of records about ghost merchants, among which there are records about weird things. Rumor has it that in addition to the weird things happening to the Ghost Emperor, it seems that even the Ghost Emperor's relatives also have strange things happening to him.
Something strange happened.
Then, the old man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Qingyan is suppressed by the laws of the holy way, so there is no need to worry about anything weird happening."
An Xiu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Indeed, if the laws of the holy way are within us, how can something weird happen?
"This time Qingyan goes to Qingshan Marquis Mansion, it is very likely that he will take over Qingshan Marquis Mansion..." An Xiu thought for a moment and said, "I wonder what the temple's attitude is?"
"The Qingshan Marquis Mansion is too weak and has no power to check and balance Youdu."
The old man frowned and said, and then his eyes gradually brightened, "If Qingyan takes over the Qingshan Marquis Mansion, it is possible to check and balance Youdu. The Tubo Emperor has endured it for more than two thousand years, and I am afraid he can no longer endure it...
"
"Do I need to inform the leader of this matter?"
An Xiu hesitated and said.
The old man shook his head and said: "Let's take a look at the situation first. After all, Qingyan's identity is a bit sensitive. Let him reorganize the Qingshan Marquis Mansion first. Once he has the power to control Youdu, everything will be easy to handle."
An Xiu nodded.
The temple kept the Qingshan Houfu alive in order to check and balance Youdu, but who knew that Qingshanhoufu was too weak and was bullied by Youdu all the time.
If it weren't for the temple's strong protection, I'm afraid...
"Let's go fight. Qingyan will go to Qingshan Marquis Mansion tomorrow." The old man said helplessly at this time. He found that he really had no talent for fighting.