Nanke Country, at the foot of Xiaoliang Mountain, used to be Niujia Village. It still retains this name, but it has become the ancestral land of Longxing of the Qin Dynasty, which is heavily guarded.
It is said that there is no time in the mountains, and it is a blink of an eye. Six years have passed in the outside world, and nearly two thousand years have passed in this strange realm with an amazing flow of time.
Daoist Yunwu has heard the Dao, and his cultivation has improved amazingly. He is already the top mountain figure in Nanke and Huangliang. He is still at ease. It is said that he has obtained the fruit of longevity and can rest with the world.
The Qin family, who was sheltered by his lineage, rose all the way, and the power of the family continued to grow. Finally, two hundred years ago, the country was established and it became the third country in the world, Daqin, besides Nanke and Huangliang.
It is rumored that after the Qin Dynasty was fixed, the founding Emperor Qin once moved to move the tombs of the two ancestors who were the most dazzling and dazzling in the genealogy and the foundation of the rise of the family, and moved their tombs into the imperial mausoleum to suppress the luck of the Qin state.
Daoist Yunwu appeared in the Qin Palace and did not know what he said to Emperor Qin, so the matter was abandoned. The Qin state designated Xiaoliang Mountain, a radius of 800 miles, as the ancestral land of Longxing, and the court dispatched heavy troops to guard it. Wood.
More than two hundred years have passed, the Qin state has grown stronger day by day, the weather is good for the country, the country is prosperous and the people are safe, and the ancestors and ancestors have protected nature.
The Qin emperor set off a month ago, left the imperial capital to inspect the world, and arrived at his ancestral land yesterday. After three days of fasting and bathing, he personally worshipped the ancestors of the Qin family. The surrounding area of Xiaoliang Mountain, which was originally heavily guarded, is now even more heavily armed, attracting the attention of all parties in the world.
After two hundred years of his reign, Emperor Qin has passed down to the fourth generation. His Majesty, Qin Xuanzong, is a dignified middle-aged man in his fifties. At this moment, he was dressed in white clothes, riding an ordinary carriage, with only the woman in the palace, a young son, and two old eunuchs, and slowly drove towards the Taoist temple halfway up Xiaoliang Mountain.
The name of the temple is cool, and it has not had much reputation for many years. Only those who have read the records of the royal secret history can find out the close connection between this Taoist temple and the Daqin Empire through clues.
Every His Majesty will return to the ancestral land to worship the ancestors within three to five years before the crown prince canonize the country, and some secretly travel today.
The two eunuchs are both old men in the palace, and they can definitely be trusted. One drives the car and the other closes his eyes. Inside the carriage, the lady in the palace, who obviously already knew something, was inevitably a little nervous about gain and loss. She grabbed her son's hand and intentionally reminded her of something, but she was afraid that she would say more and make more mistakes and lose her former graceful bearing.
Qin Xuanzong smiled slightly and didn't care about it, because when he followed his father to this cool view, his mother was much more nervous than Concubine Shu in front of him.
The emperor of the Qin family could not decide in a single word for the succession of the throne. It seems to be a scandal in the royal family, but in fact it is the secret of the Qin family's sincerity.
How the ancestors forged the immortal relationship, although there are records that have been passed down to this day, nothing in the world can resist the erosion of time, let alone the Qin family who was born in the village of Xiaoxiao Niu at the foot of the mountain, and now enjoys the country's Zuo For more than two hundred years, the gap is more than the difference between the sky and the abyss.
No matter how big the favor is, it will eventually run out, and whether there is support from the top immortals on the mountain, there are naturally two situations for the Qin Empire. What they can do is to maintain enough respect and try their best to add a bit of causal connection with the immortal family on the mountain.
The emperor's inheritance has hand-picked the prince, and it is not necessary to say much about the respect and courtesy, and it is a sufficient cause and effect.
Therefore, regarding the inheritance of the throne, it is really necessary to ask the old Taoist in the Qingliang Temple who can't cultivate.
Anyone with a discerning eye in the Qin family is full of admiration and admiration for this wonderful strategy that the founding emperor came up with back then.
The carriage stopped, and the two eunuchs jumped out of the carriage and waited respectfully beside them.
Qin Xuanzong pushed open the door and got off the carriage, and said lightly, "You wait here."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
He took his son's hand, glanced at Concubine Shu, and smiled, "Let's go."
The Honorable Ninety-five knocked on the door in person, the door of the Taoist temple opened, and a small Taoist boy walked out, saluting respectfully, "Your Majesty, Master, please come in."
Qin Xuanzong smiled back and said, "Thank you little fairy."
Xiao Daotong's face was sullen, but he was still somewhat restrained, probably because it was not long before he went up the mountain.
The fourth prince was a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy. Looking at the little Daoist boy with red lips and white teeth, he smiled and said, "You look so handsome, you must be beautiful when you grow up."
The lady in the palace was startled, her face changed slightly and she was about to speak, but was stopped by Qin Xuanzong's eyes.
Xiao Daotong's face flushed slightly, but he was not annoyed, and whispered: "You are also very beautiful."
Qin Xuanzong laughed out loud.
After entering the Guanmen, the Taoists in the Qingliang Temple received orders today to stay in their rooms and not to go out.
Xiao Daotong led the way, bringing the three of the emperor's family to the retreat of the master in the backyard.
"Master, Your Majesty is here."
"Well, come in."
Pushing the door and entering, Xiao Daotong walked to the side, lowered his eyes slightly, and looked like a little adult calmly.
The fourth prince looked interesting, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were quietly looking at everything in the room. He didn't know the truth of today's trip, he just thought that today, the royal father brought him to see an immortal master on the mountain who had an old relationship with the royal family.
Qin Xuanzong looked at the room, the appearance of Taoist Yunwu, who had not changed at all from decades ago, suppressed the agitation and complicated emotions in his heart, and bowed his hands, "Qin Sheng, come here today with my concubine Shishu and my dog, Qin Cong. Meet the old fairy."
The ceremony was not large, but the tone was very respectful, which startled the fourth prince, and hurriedly followed the father and the emperor to salute. Over the years, he has also met many immortal masters on the mountain, and some of them are very famous in the Three Kingdoms. But I have never seen the father emperor so respectful to people, with such a low attitude.
Daoist Yunwu smiled, stretched out his hand and raised his hand, "Your Majesty does not need to be more polite, please take a seat."
Turning around and instructing, "Tong Er, serve tea to Your Majesty, the Empress and the Prince."
Qin Xuanzong said: "Don't dare to bother the little immortal master, Qin Cong, go and pour tea for the old immortal master."
The eyes are dark and dark.
If he didn't really like it, he wouldn't defy all opinions and chose the fourth prince from his concubine and brought him all the way to this Qingliang Mountain, with his own expectations for him.
Qin Cong took a deep breath, "Yes, Father!"
He took two steps forward and bowed first, "Old Immortal Master, Qin Cong doesn't know the etiquette on the mountain, please forgive me if I have offended you."
Pour the tea, 80% full, close the lid, and slowly return to the place.
It was a simple matter that caused the ten-year-old royal nobleman to have fine beads of sweat on his forehead.
Daoist Yunwu glanced at it, and Qin Cong, who returned to the place, smiled slightly and picked up the teacup.
Qin Xuanzong suddenly smiled.
The woman next to her was even more red-eyed, almost crying on the spot.
Qin Xuanzong bowed and saluted, "Please give me a name from the old immortal master."
At this moment, a word appeared in Taoist Yunwu's mind, he smiled, "Mu."
Fifteen years later, Qin Xuanzong died, and Qin Muzong, the fifth emperor of the Qin Dynasty, inherited the great treasure.
On the day of Qin Muzong's enthronement, outside Niujia Village, the land of Longxing, in the cemetery of Qin's ancestors, a young man appeared out of thin air, staring at the tombstone that had been damaged after thousands of years of wind and rain. Obscure in the eyes.
Six years ago, Li Mu came here once, hesitating whether to do it, opened the coffin and took a look to determine what he was thinking.
But in the end, he still didn't make a move.
After that, every year, Li Mu would come and do nothing, just stay here quietly for a whole day.
No one has ever found his whereabouts, even on Qingliang Mountain, the so-called Taoist Yunwu who has been in meditation since then.
Today, looking at the tombstone in front of him, the depths of Li Mu's eyes became more and more condensed, as if the bottom of the deep sea could not be seen.
He frowned and said slowly, "Is it just a coincidence that Qin State in this realm, or... have a deeper purpose?"
Li Mu felt more awe and fear in the heart of the lady who had never really met so far.
When her whereabouts were unknown, she did not act rashly. Now that she has returned, Li Mu will naturally not make any more moves.
Take a look, look again.
Patience is something he has never lacked. If he can't see clearly in this life, he will wait for the next reincarnation.
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Western Wilderness Frontier Army, mines.
The whereabouts of Ning Qin, the Hou of Zhongwu, are unknown. Although the imperial capital announced that the dispatch of the Hou Zhongwu has other important matters, as time passed, some gossip continued to spread, and finally there were bad signs.
Baisu Zhensheng buried his head under the lamp, frowning to deal with the affairs of the military, but after a few years, he actually had gray hair on his temples, and it can be seen that the past few years have been really difficult.
In fact, if it weren't for the fact that he was a side branch of the royal bloodline, and there was another high-ranking uncle, King Chengtian, Baisu Zhensheng would have long since been rejected, and it would be impossible for him to be rejected.
"Who!"
While drinking low, True Sage Baisu raised his head sharply, his eyes flashing brightly.
A figure came out of the darkness, and what came into view was a strange yet familiar face, which seemed to have been seen before.
The other party didn't make a move, but he took the initiative to show up again. Zhensheng Baisu took a deep breath and said coldly, "Who is your Excellency? You dare to privately invade the important areas of the army. Could it be that you don't know the ruthlessness of military law?"
Qin Yu thought about it and said slowly: "The Southwest Wasteland is broken, the East China Sea, Wanliu..."
Opposite, Zhensheng Baisu suddenly widened his eyes, "It's you!" As soon as the joy was revealed, he said solemnly, "What did I say that day?"
A strange look appeared on Qin Yu's face, "You... call me Brother Wanliu... You want to kill the enemy side by side with me... It seems to me, um, the senses are not bad... "
True Sage Baisu was overjoyed, "It's really you, I know that when you and my brother parted back then, there will definitely be a day of goodbye in the future."
He strode over and patted Qin Yu's shoulder heavily, "When I returned to Xihuang, I was trying to find a way to find you, but there was no news... You are... Well, it's inconvenient to say, you and I are compared. I don't have to care about identity."
Qin Yu was in a daze, looking at the excited Baisu Zhensheng, thinking that the white hair on your temples is fake, right? Why has he suffered so much in the past few years and still hasn't made any progress.
Or, am I really compromising you like that? As soon as we meet, your head cramps directly? !
Taking a breath, Qin Yu raised his hand and rubbed his face, his voice changed a little bit, "Baisu, see clearly who I am."
Swah—
The face in front of him changed, and with the sound of muscles and bones, the one who appeared in front of him was the one who had been missing for six years, the Hou Ningqin of Zhongwu!
True Sage Baisu sucked in a breath of cold air, his eyes were round, and he couldn't speak with his fingers, which made Qin Yu a little worried that he would faint in the next moment.
"you you you you you… "
Qin Yu coughed lightly, "I can explain this matter."
After half an hour, the true saint Baisu, who was still in his dream, sat on the chair blankly, thinking about raising his hand and giving himself a slap in the face.
Snapped-
pain!
His eyes suddenly brightened.
Really, it's all true!
Hahaha, no wonder I have always felt that Lord Hou is very pleasing to the eye, and is close from the bottom of my heart.
It turns out that he is the Wanliu Brother. I can see people's eyes, and they are as accurate and powerful as ever!