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After Fan Xian came to this world, he began to learn the unnamed martial arts that was said to be left to him by his mother since he was still a baby. It was a thin book with yellow pages. The martial arts were divided into two volumes, five Zhu once said to him that the first volume is called domineering, but what about the second volume
Only an irresponsible male nanny like Wu Zhu would embrace this dangerous book of skills so casually by a baby's side, and only a monster like Fan Xian would run without even running. Just start practicing.
Fan Xian siesta, siesta again, 16 years of siesta, 16 years of meditation, because he was greedy for life and fear of death, so his perseverance was amazing, even after entering Beijing, he still did not slack off in his practice. After twenty years of hard work, he has become so familiar with the two volumes of unnamed exercises that he can no longer be familiar with. He has stopped reading books since he was three years old, and they are all deeply imprinted in his mind.
At the age of twelve, after hitting the top with a stick from five bamboos, he broke the pass of the domineering technique, and after several years of life-and-death struggles, the meridians in the Jingdu Lane behind the Hanging Temple were completely shattered. Using Tianyi's natural mental method to heal his wounds and then achieve great success, his control over the domineering true energy has reached a near-perfect state.
Today, he is one of the youngest ninth-rank masters in the world, but he knows that he is not a genius like Haitang and Wang Shisanlang, but the meridians in his body are different, and he has paid a lot for it. The time and energy that may be put in will be rewarded by God, and Fan Xian is better than hard work.
However, he still has nothing to do with the second half of the nameless exercise, because the second half of the Zhenqi Hammering method and the trajectory of its movement seem so weird, not to mention the normal people in the world, even his meridians There is no way to start with a thick and distinctive little monster.
Yes, Kong is facing a treasure mountain, but he can't even find the way up the mountain, because the clear light on the mountain is attracting him, but if he wants to climb the mountain, he has to dig it out. Who can do it
If the domineering zhenqi needs a vast meridian for support, then what the second half of the book needs is even more terrifying. Every time Fan Xian made no progress in his practice and was extremely disappointed, he would occasionally think that unless the entire body has no meridians, or to put it another way - a person with all meridians scattered between the four limbs of the body, it is possible to practice the second half of the volume .
For many years, Fan Xian has been troubled by this problem, unable to find any possibility of a breakthrough, Uncle Wuzhu has never practiced true qi, Jiangnan Shi occasionally said a few words to Haitang secretly, but Haitang just shook his head, because This kind of zhenqi method requires a person without meridians, which is obviously a joke.
A person without meridians is undoubtedly a dead person, so over the past year, Fan Xian has gradually faded away from the idea of practicing the second half of the unknown kung fu. If Uncle Wu Zhu hadn't said it many years ago, someone had practiced it I am afraid that Fan Xian will think that the second half of the book is a horrible joke used by the former sages to harm others.
However, today Fan Xian was outside the curtain of the Hanguang Palace, clearly and incomparably shocked to feel that kind of realm, a realm that he had never reached or even seen, seeping out from behind the curtain. , into my heart.
If the domineering true energy is a mountain axe, then the aura in the tent is like an electric blade held by a god, the aura is more pure and exquisite, moderate and peaceful, dignified and upright, it comes suddenly, and spreads between the heaven and the earth, which makes people suddenly A sense of worship.
Fan Xian knew that he would not admit his mistake, because this aura definitely came from the same source as the domineering true energy in his body, but the realm was a few levels higher—a realm that he had been searching for for more than ten years and could not understand it. , suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, his whole body stiffened, and he fell into some kind of imperceptible excitement.
In addition to being excited, he even felt a little scared.
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His Majesty the Emperor lifted the curtain and came out, glanced at everyone, and said softly: "The queen mother is tired, you go and wait outside the palace."
Everyone didn't know what His Majesty wanted to explain, so they bowed to accept the order. Only Fan Xian still stood there in a daze, with his head half lowered, staring at His Majesty's dragon robe in a daze.
The corners of the emperor's lips curled up slightly, and he smiled, knowing what his son had sensed, the style of that finger, if it wasn't for this kid who practiced domineering skills since childhood, how could others have such a deep understanding, such a strong shock .
Fan Xian's dazed look at this time was actually mostly faked, but he knew that it was impossible to completely hide the horror in his heart in front of His Majesty, so he simply let go of his defenses and naturally revealed the thoughts in his mind.
His Majesty is a great master, and His Majesty practiced the second half of the volume. Fan Xian knew that His Majesty knew that he could know, so he had to show his shock and fear.
The emperor looked at him, and said slowly after a long while: "You go to the East Palace and wait for Zhen, if you have anything to say, I will talk about it later."
Fan Xian swallowed a mouthful of saliva, smiled slightly, saluted and exited Hanguang Hall. The hall was silent at this time, except for the empress dowager who was lying on the bed unable to utter a word, who had reached the end of her life, and His Majesty the emperor who was sitting quietly beside the bed.
The emperor sat beside the empress dowager silently, gently holding her hand in his palm, lowering his head and thinking about the previous scene, the child should know and guess it. The emperor was not going to continue to hide these things from Fan Xian. After all, after the Battle of Dadongshan, there was no need to continue to hide these things, and besides Fan Xian, no one should be able to detect the specialness of the emperor's skills.
Thinking of Fan Xian's shocked expression earlier, the emperor's face softened, and he thought to himself that he had suffered for him all these years, and he must be compensated. It's just about this skill, even if he wanted to make it up, Fan Xian didn't. way to accept.
Glancing at the Empress Dowager again, the Emperor's complexion was a bit gloomy. Just as Fan Xian guessed, the grand master couldn't detect the slightest change in the old man's body. The box of medicines solemnly delivered by Fei Jie really had its own wonder.
The emperor just sat by the bed like this, not knowing what he was thinking. After a long time, he suddenly said softly: "Mother, my son still has a lot to say to you, and a lot of glory to share with you..."
He held the queen mother's hand lightly, his body was not very straight, but shrank a little, even the most heartless person in the world, watching his biological mother gradually pass away, I'm afraid he would feel a little uneasy and sad in his heart.
Faint veils fluttered in the Hanguang Palace in early autumn, the emperor's face became paler, and he held the Queen Mother's hand more and more tightly, a large amount of pure and kingly true energy continuously poured into the Queen Mother's body.
Perhaps it is the realm of the great master, which can really slow down the pace of death. Perhaps it is the moment when anyone is dying, there will be a flash of light. The queen mother's eyelids trembled slightly, and the eyeballs moved a little, as if she was about to wake up with her eyes open. , but still... failed to open his eyes.
The emperor knew that this was the last time when his mother could hear the voice. He felt a chill in his body, and knelt down on the side of the bed, holding his mother's old hand in both hands, and brought his lips to the Queen Mother's ear, saying: "Mother, The boy did not disappoint you, Ku He and Si Gu Jian are both dead, this world will eventually be the world of Daqing..."
Like a child, the emperor kindly and reluctantly told the Queen Mother what had happened, and even told the secret that he was a great master, just like a happy child telling his mother that what happened to him today The exam got a full score.
Because he knew that the queen mother only had a very short time, he wanted her to go happier.
However, at the end of the final farewell, the emperor, who had always been in the east, suddenly became a little heavy, as if he was thinking about some very important issues. After thinking about it for a long time, he finally made up his mind and said in the Queen Mother's ear: "Mother, twenty years ago, I listened to you, and twenty years later, I decided to listen to myself... Anzhi, he is a good boy."
The empress dowager, whose life was gradually extinguished and whose old body was as weak as a log, didn't know if she heard this sentence and understood the shocking news contained in this sentence, but the old empress' body suddenly became stiff.
The emperor frowned and turned to look at his mother's face.
The Queen Mother suddenly opened her eyes!
However, her throat was desperately hooting, but she couldn't make a sound because of the slackness of her vocal cords. The last burst of life force still couldn't let her break through the life limit itself. For the infinite resentment in the eyes, remorse, unwillingness!
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Fan Xian walked into the East Palace, making preparations for His Majesty's arrival in advance. He knew that the scene that would happen next was undoubtedly a scene of father-son rivalry that was not uncommon in the history of the thousand-year mainland. Not only because of Li Chengqian's fate in these years, but also because of the facts he learned in Hanguang Hall and the last words of His Majesty the Emperor.
"I'll talk about it later."
There was a sneer on the corner of his lips. It turned out that the emperor Lao Tzu was the one who practiced the unknown kung fu before him. It turned out that he was the most mysterious grand master in the palace. No wonder he was able to come back from Dadong Mountain alive. Eunuch Hong could not be seen in the team.
It seems that the signboard of Hong Sixiang has fulfilled his historical mission. His Majesty, with the power of an emperor and the strength of a great master, changed from the role of prey to hunter on the top of Dadong Mountain. With Ye Liuyun added, it is no wonder that Sigu Jian and Kuhe will come to this end.
He sighed, feeling a little gloomy, and once again confirmed His Majesty's cold-blooded and ruthless, thinking that his meridians were broken that year, and he almost died, at least because of his cultivation. With the strength of his great master, how could he not know what happened? Especially since he himself is also a person who practices nameless kungfu...
If anyone in the world can get rid of the side effects of domineering formulas, it is only the emperor, but he has never said anything. If it weren't for Haitang's help, I am afraid that at this time, he would only be paralyzed in a hospital bed, and he would never be able to get out of bed. Thinking about this, Fan Xian My heart felt cold again.
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"Father returned to the palace safely, it seems that you are not in a good mood." Prince Li Chengqian, sitting behind a clean table, looked at him with a gentle smile, and took a sip of the slightly cold residual tea, feeling very comfortable, It seems to be enjoying the last time on earth.
Fan Xian forced a smile, always felt that he had heard this sentence somewhere before, as if all the enemies could guess that he was in a bad mood.
"Your Majesty will be there later." Fan Xian looked into Li Chengqian's eyes.
Li Chengqian did not flinch in the slightest. Now that things have come to this day, he no longer has any other thoughts. A few days of confinement is enough for him to think clearly about many issues, especially the successive deaths of his mother, stepmother and aunt, which made his mood as clear as a cold pond. pure.
"Everyone is mortal. The queen mother is dead, and the aunt is dead." Li Chengqian slowly put down the teacup in his hand, looked at Fan Xian and said, "Father will always die in the future, it's just a matter of order."
Fan Xian thought for a while, then said softly, "The second child is also dead."
Li Chengqian lowered his head. He was imprisoned in the deep palace. He didn't know what happened in the past few days. He immediately raised his head and said with a complicated expression: "I have been fighting with him for so many years, but I didn't expect that I would fight for death in the end." First and foremost."
"Let's die first and go." Li Chengqian looked at Fan Xian and said, "Then wait for you."
Fan Xian laughed at himself, knowing that they were proud of each other, and said gently, "Then you have to grab a good position for me."
Li Chengqian waved his hands very coolly, and said: "People can be lively when they are alive, but death is a lonely thing. Of course, you have to grab your own position."
Fan Xian was slightly stunned, and thought of a sentence in his heart: "live together, die alone." When he saw this sentence in his previous life, he always found it difficult to express the hidden meaning in Chinese. Hearing Li Chengqian's words, he realized that these words were just the superposition of countless realities.
At this moment, Fan Xian's heart suddenly tightened. He didn't know that the Empress Dowager in Hanguang Hall opened her eyes, but subconsciously feared to look there. If the Empress Dowager really woke up, he was afraid that he would die. mold.
This is the fear that comes from his heart. In the past, no matter who he faced, he had never been really afraid, but now he knows that His Majesty the Emperor is a great master. He has stepped on the two pinnacles of martial arts realm and secular power by himself. What is the difference between that and the gods who descended from the mortal world
Immediately afterwards, the bells in the palace hummed, resounding all around. Fan Xian bowed his head and silently counted the number of ringings. After confirming the news of the Queen Mother's death, he felt a little more relaxed. , but there was completely different news. Hearing that the queen mother who loved him the most had also left so alone, his face was a little pale, and he said to Fan Xian in a trembling voice, "No need to send you off."
Fan Xian bowed his hands calmly and said, "Be on the road with peace of mind."
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Li Chengqian's words are not entirely correct, death is indeed the loneliest thing in the world, but before death, it is often the most lively time in the world. The old man is waiting for death on the bed, while his relatives and juniors are surrounded by the bed, chattering non-stop, which is very annoying.
It was the same in the East Palace today. Fan Xian waited outside the palace. After a long time, he heard dense footsteps. His Majesty the Emperor came to the East Palace surrounded by many people, and then entered alone.
Li Chengqian didn't stand up to greet his father, nor did he hate the excitement before his death. He rejected Fan Xian's risky proposal, he didn't want to go to the ends of the earth to hide his life, and he didn't rush to the emperor before His Majesty returned like the second child. He committed suicide by taking poison because he had a lot to say to his father. He wanted to vent out the grievances in his heart for the past twenty years, if he couldn't fully express, he might become a grieving ghost after death.
"How will this period be described in the history books?" Li Chengqian looked at his father, the most powerful king in history, without a trace of fear.
People are not afraid of death, so they are no longer afraid of anything. The prince, who has made great progress in the past two years, said very directly: "I am waiting for you to come back, just to know if you really don't care about anything."
The Emperor Qing, dressed in casual clothes, looked at his son quietly and said, "The history books are always written by the victors, and... do you think I have something to do to you?"
The prince sat behind the table, frowned and thought for a long time, then smiled and shook his head: "Of course not, the queen mother is weak, but you still made me the prince and let me sit in this position for so many years, of course you I'm sorry."
This is not the truth, because the strong irony in it is fully revealed.
The emperor said indifferently: "Don't imitate the cowardly and sour words of women and Taoists."
"Cowardly? You forced it. You are too glamorous. No one dares to take away your brilliance." The prince closed his eyes and said stubbornly: "I have been thinking about a question, since you have never thought about it in your bones. If you want to pass on your power to the next generation, why should you appoint me as a prince?"
The emperor's expression was unusually calm, he stared at him and said slowly: "Chengqian, you let me down very much. I have been honing you all these years, why?"
Li Chengqian suddenly opened his eyes, and said sarcastically, "I'm not a knife. If you sharpen it too much, it will break."