Chapter 1549 The beginning of the Ming Dynasty! Liu Xuan ascends to heaven!
"here we go!"
Everyone who witnessed this scene suddenly had the same idea!
Huang Taiji in the crowd felt the Qinglong True Seed vibrating in his body, and vaguely felt its connection with the Qinglong. The hands in his sleeves could not help but clenched into fists.
"Soon, soon..."
He lowered his head slightly to hide the ambition in his eyes to aspire to the throne!
Little did they know that Nurhaci, who was raising his arms to welcome Qinglong on the high platform, had already seen the changes in the reactions of everyone present!
Huang Taiji’s ambition, Daishan’s loss, Amin’s unwillingness, Mang Gurtai’s eagerness to take action, Azige’s desire, Duduo’s fighting spirit, and finally Dorgon’s... worship.
"They are all my good sons!"
As for what is a good method, everyone has their own opinion.
Of course, Nurhachi also lost no time in taking a look at his younger brother, Shuerhaqi, who was the former prince of the country and now the newly promoted superintendent of the country, enjoying various privileges and state-level allowances.
"Huh? Are you distracted?"
...a really reassuring performance.
In fact, Yang Fan didn't mean to do this, it was actually his mind that was suppressing the Qinglong True Seed in his body that was about to move.
Compared with the active integration of Huang Taiji and Qinglong Zhenzhen, Yang Fan only uses it as a tool and a kind of power. How can he be willing to be controlled by the power itself?
Fortunately, he has become a martial arts immortal, and uses imperial martial arts to control Yin and Yang and the Five Virtues Seal. This trace of Qinglong's true seed cannot change the world at all, and he soon becomes honest.
As soon as he came back to his senses, he noticed Nurhachi's warm gaze. The other party seemed to notice his gaze and nodded with satisfaction at him.
"???"
Three questions slowly popped up in Yang Fan's mind, and he realized that walking only with a skeleton had this advantage. As long as he was shameless, no one could see his expression changes or inner thoughts.
Ceremony of Sacrifice to Heaven
Finish.
Under Nurhachi's arrangement, all armies were mobilized.
In the end, poor Amin only got a task of garrisoning Shengjing City, completely missing out on this military exploit. You can imagine the anguish in his heart, and he had no choice but to chase after him eagerly.
"Amma, you must protect your body!"
"If you make any mistakes, how will your child survive?"
Translated into adult language, if you want to die, you have to come back and die again, otherwise, I'm afraid your bones won't fall into my hands... That's Chonglou's skeleton, I really want it!
In response, Yang Fan kindly rewarded him with one word: "Get out!"
Amin had no choice but to watch the troops leave Beijing.
This time Nurhachi went on the expedition himself, and the concubine Abahai and others also accompanied him, as did the five ministers, the Beilebezi, and even the civil and military officials.
As the Mongolian princes gradually integrated into the Qing Dynasty's combat system, they will be responsible for commanding the Eight Mongolian Banners.
It was only then that they learned that their Khan, Battelle, had already left Beijing!
As the king of Khan, he abandoned his subjects. Under such a blow, only these people knew how they felt. However, in the end, without exception, they all chose to gather under Nurhachi's banner!
And at the same time.
In front of Changbai Mountain.
The originally majestic and towering mountains seemed to be shrouded in a deep earth atmosphere.
"It seems that I am trapped in the mountain by this person who secretly locked the mountain!"
Mr. Wen has been here quietly for a few days. However, because he knew that there might be Japanese troops stationed in the mountains, he was quite vigilant. He went close to investigate several times and finally saw the reason.
"However, the power of the earth's energy must not be difficult for me..."
Mr. Wen hesitated.
Rumble!
It happened to be the time when Shengjing City was offering sacrifices to the sky. Changbai Mountain seemed to be touched, and the earth's energy shook violently. Mr. Wen immediately discovered an opportunity!
There was a loophole in the earth energy that originally enveloped the entire Changbai Mountains!
He instantly felt the aura of the deity entrenched in the depths of the earth's veins. Moreover, although the aura of the deity was obscure, he could clearly feel the strangeness in it as he was connected to it.
"I... am about to ascend the Mingdao Chonglou!"
As a descendant of the Liu family, he was the supervisor of Qin Tianjian during the late emperor's time. His practice of destiny was already strong, and he had already crossed the line between humans and gods before the ban on heaven and earth was lifted.
Later, he faked his death and escaped from the world, and even took the opportunity to collect the treasures and inheritance left behind by his ancestors from many mysterious tombs. He was already not far from Chonglou, and now he finally got what he wanted!
"He's waiting for me!"
"Today, my way has been accomplished!"
A flash of enlightenment flashed across Mr. Wen's eyes, and in a flash, while the earthly energy of Changbai Mountain was disturbed by the ritual of worshiping heaven, he turned directly into a sunspot and sank into the earth's veins.
Not long after, he appeared in the ground.
This is actually an underground tomb!
Liu Xuan was sitting cross-legged in that coffin at this moment.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
As the sunspots transformed by Mr. Wen flew in, a dozen black and white chess pieces from different directions sank into the golden chessboard in front of Liu Xuan.
And Mr. Wen turned into a chess piece and fell down to the position of Tianyuan!
"In the chess game of heaven and earth, you will have no regrets if you make a move!"
For a moment, the chessboard was filled with chess pieces, intertwined with black and white. You could vaguely see the white chess piece turning into a big dragon entrenched in it, and the black chess piece.
It showed the shape of a sword and axe.
"The chess piece of destiny kills the dragon and defeats half the son of heaven!"
As the chessboard shook, the sword and ax transformed by Heizi fell, and the big white dragon was immediately slaughtered. The big dragon cried blood like the sky weeping!
"Slay the dragon, seize luck, and help the world!"
The chessboard shakes again, the chess pieces evolve into one, victory is in hand, and the chess pieces vaguely cover the whole situation!
"The credit lies with Qianqiu, but the fault lies with me!"
And in the process, many of the chess pieces that had just been killed were shattered one after another, turned into powder silently, and disappeared with the wind!
Finally, Liu Xuan opened his eyes.
He stood up like a classical scholar-bureaucrat, with his clothes loose and his belt flowing, and his long sleeves flying.
At this moment, he is no longer the fortune-teller who hides behind the scenes and travels around the world with his fortune-telling magic, but looks like a top adviser who assists the emperor in opening up territories and conquering all directions!
"My Chonglou is the Dragon-Suppressing Chess Game! With the heaven and earth as the chessboard, the dragon and the snake as the sons, we will create a prosperous age, determine the universe, control the heaven and earth, and inquire about the country! I have the direction of my heart, and even though I died nine times, I still have no regrets!"
Rumble!
He raised his hands to the sky and performed ancient rituals!
For a time, an illusory river of literature rushed forward, and his destiny finally returned to literature. At this moment, Liu Xuan was like a student who had been tortured by countless sages and reached the sky!
Such a big movement naturally alarmed the shaman's main god, the mountain god!
However, facing the mysterious and majestic Literary River, he did not dare to approach at all, and could only watch this scene with a pale face.
I don't know how long it has passed.
Liu Xuan, dressed in Xuanguang, walked slowly from the long river of literature.
The big sleeves are hanging down, just like the ancient poets.
He looked at the Mountain God with a calm expression and said slowly: "Mountain God, Liu wants to borrow your head as a gift from me to my lord, do you know?"