In fact, Qin Yi can understand the emperor's arrogance of not paying attention to immortals, because both Lingxu and the monks from Dahuanxi Temple have obviously demonstrated extraordinary abilities, but they all respect him as the emperor.
The goddess of Dahuanxi Temple also indulged in his feasting. After this experience, he naturally felt that the so-called immortals were no big deal and they all had to obey the emperor's orders.
But the emperor obviously had a wrong idea...
What everyone respects has never been his power or strength. On the contrary, everyone is trying to shake and usurp his national destiny. Where can there be any respect? There is no extraordinary power to deal with you, but it is under certain rules.
It's just a taboo. If someone like Guanji really wants to go all out, it would be very easy to turn your entire Longyuan City into ruins. The emperor is the elder.
It's a pity that the emperor obviously didn't realize this.
Of course, Qin Yi couldn't take him seriously, so he just replied calmly: "Whether I want to be a national advisor or not is a matter for discussion. Qin came here because he found the source of the difference in the dragon's energy, and came here to revive him."
The emperor seemed to have just remembered that he had invited the immortal to do this, and his thoughts were finally diverted: "Oh? What's the reason?"
Qin Yi said: "There must be something strange in the inner palace treasure house, just get rid of it."
Contrary to Qin Yi's expectation, after hearing these words, the emperor actually dodged the murderous intention, quickly restrained himself, and said in a deep voice: "In that case, the imperial master should go in with the immortal."
Although the murderous intention is fleeting and may not be felt by ordinary people, the spiritual sense of immortal cultivators is so sharp that Qin Yi can detect the looming murderous intention without even looking.
The emperor wants to kill himself?
I didn't mean this before. What did my words trigger?
He remained calm, turned to Lingxu and said, "Thank you, Taoist brother."
Lingxu smiled and said: "No matter where I am, Brother Dao is also doing his best to help me."
The royal treasury in Daqian is much more powerful than that in Nanli. It is not a collection of mundane objects such as gold, silver and jewelry. It is often a collection of special things that have been blessed and enlightened by the "national masters" and "immortal masters" of the past dynasties.
Utensils, some of which are really good magic weapons, and there is also the possibility of high-grade treasures.
Even the structure of the treasure house is not a simple warehouse, but an underground palace with various mechanisms and formations. It was also built by the real Youdao Immortal Master in the early years. Ordinary practitioners may not be able to enter and exit it at will, so it is necessary to
Someone takes it.
Lingxu led Qin Yi to the door of the treasure house, ordered the guards to open the door, and said casually: "Brother Taoist, why don't you really stay and become a national master? I can also take care of your little niece."
Qin Yi smiled: "Everyone has his or her own fate. Since the little girl has His Majesty's care, I don't need to interfere too much... Just come and see her when you have time."
While they were talking, the heavy iron door of the treasure house had been opened, and the two of them stepped in. At the moment when the light was blocked and the light was blocked, no one noticed that a yellow mouse came out of Qin Yi's arms and slithered along the dark corner.
There is no shadow.
Qin Yi turned to the left as if nothing had happened. It was a weapons showroom. There were many swords hanging on the wall, some of which were very spiritual or bloody.
Lingxu said: "This is the sword worn by the emperors of the past dynasties and the killing weapon of famous generals. This is where the fate of the country comes from."
Qin Yi looked around: "There is no founding sword?"
Lingxu knew what he was thinking. The thing related to the Dragon of Luck was of course most likely the Founding Sword.
"Of course that kind of treasure is in the deepest secret room and will not be displayed here where we just entered the door." Lingxu smiled and said: "If Brother Dao is interested in the sword here, it would not be wrong for Lord Bingming to take one for his own use later.
Can't."
"Well..." Qin Yi saw a mace leaning against the wall, picked it up subconsciously, weighed it twice, and shook his head.
Too light...this deserves to be called a mace!
"Let's go." He dropped the stick casually: "Since the items related to luck are in the deepest secret room, just go and take a look. I'm not here to hunt for treasure."
Lingxu didn't say anything and continued to lead him deeper. He passed several secret rooms on the way and didn't open them again.
Qin Yi has been sensing the location of the luck-suppressing treasure, and it is indeed at the deepest point in front. But the deeper he goes, the deeper he goes into the ground. It is dark all around and there are countless traps. This is indeed a good place to set up any traps to deceive people.
He was even more alert and careful.
There was nothing wrong along the way. Lingxu led Qin Yi through several turns and finally reached the golden gate at the end.
Lingxu pressed somewhere near the door, and the golden door slowly opened.
This secret room is very small, with only an incense table on which a gleaming sword is enshrined. There is a painting hanging on the wall immediately behind the sword, which depicts the mountains and rivers of the universe, which complements the meaning of the sword.
There is nothing else.
Qin Yi clearly felt that the faint force that suppressed the dragon of luck and prevented it from flying away was indeed emanating from this secret room. As soon as the door was opened, the dense luck was extremely strong.
Confidence.
Lingxu is looking at the sword.
Qin Yi is looking at paintings.
The sword and the painting are considered to be together, and the destiny is so dense that no one can tell where it comes from. If anyone were to tell the difference, they would probably directly conclude that the sword that founded the country must be a treasure that suppresses luck. Only Qin Yi knew otherwise.
It's a painting.
The mountains, rivers and land in the painting are the real treasures that hold the country together forever.
Qin Yi was very familiar with this painting method and the aura hidden in it, as the monkey painting on his body was made by the same person.
This is the painting made by Ju Yunxiu's master - also his nominal master Qin Yi.
Ju Yunxiu once thought that the painting given to his friends in the world was not a treasure. It turns out that this painting is the highest grade among the several paintings collected so far.
It may not have the ability to hurt people, but its value is higher than hurting people.
Qin Yi could even see that the meaning of the mountains and rivers in this painting was this vast land, this great river and mountains. It was the land and creatures covered by the country called "Daqian" that it controlled, not the royal family of Daqian.
.
My goals are completely consistent with the meaning of "Master", and I no longer have any doubts.
Qin Yi stepped in.
Lingxu did not follow, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.
The secret room was very small. Qin Yi arrived in front of the incense table in a few steps, reached out and touched the sword, turned around and said with a smile: "Brother Taoist, maybe it is indeed this thing."
Lingxu's eyes became startled, and he stepped forward strangely, as if he wanted to get a better look.
Just when he walked to Qin Yi, Qin Yi suddenly pulled away and flew back.
Just in front of the futon where the two of them were standing, the light of the formation suddenly appeared on the ground, like a prison suddenly rising, trapping Lingxu inside instantly. At the same time, the sword lit up with a sharp light, and a sharp sword energy
It whizzed down towards Lingxu, it was extremely ferocious, at least it was a blow from Teng Yun!
"clang!"
Lingxu seemed to be somewhat prepared, but due to his lack of practice, he was very embarrassed. He finally raised a Bagua disc to block the sword. The Bagua disc was destroyed directly, but the sword energy did not weaken much, and it penetrated his shoulder forcefully.
, nailed him to the wall.
If he hadn't been prepared, this move would have been enough to kill him!
"Plop", Lingxu fell along the wall to the ground. He covered his shoulder injury with painstaking efforts and vomited blood. It was obvious that the injury was not only on the shoulder, but also on the body and lungs, which had been injured by the sword energy.
He stared hard at Qin Yi, wanting to say something but couldn't.
Lingxu really couldn't understand why it was okay for Qin Yi to touch the sword, but out of curiosity, he stepped up to take a look and triggered the ban?
Qin Yi smiled slightly: "Brother Dao, no matter whether you advance or retreat next time, be decisive. If you hesitate, you will lose."
Following the words, he retreated again.
In the air of the secret room, there seemed to be an invisible bell that suddenly came down.
If you thought that the sword energy just now was the only restriction here and relaxed, you would be in trouble now. But Qin Yi seemed to have expected it. The mace was suddenly in his hand and he swiped it behind him: "Master Cihui, neck
Are you ok?"
The originally empty corridor behind him, without even a breath of life, suddenly made a crisp sound of gold and iron, and Ci Hui appeared holding a Zen staff.