"Where are you going?"
Qian Mu looked at the business lady in surprise.
"There are thousands of monuments on the Thousand Tombs Mountain. Since you are willing to use the vitality of the thousand monuments left by your master to turn them into more effective revenge weapons, the more corpses you raise, the stronger you will be. Even if these corpses can only have approximately six Realm practitioners, but after all, they are dead things, and they are truly 'not afraid of death' when facing the enemy." The business lady stroked the sea of Qi, slowly reconciled the vitality in her body, and instead of answering directly, she asked rhetorically, "If the number of corpses you keep reaches a certain level, you will no longer be able to compete with some powerful practitioners, but have the ability of a single practitioner to fight against a huge army. Think about it in the Daqi Dynasty , where are the remains of many well-preserved grandmasters?"
Qian Mu was shocked suddenly, and his breathing stopped slightly: "Xianshengtang?"
The voice of the business lady was still as gentle as usual, unhurried, "Do you dare to plan it with me?"
Qian Mu looked at her for a long time, and couldn't help saying, "You are different from the ghost in the fish market in the legend."
Xianshengtang is not an ordinary hall, but an imperial mausoleum, the imperial mausoleum of the founding emperor of the Great Qi Dynasty.
This hall enshrines the statues of the good emperor and the heroes who contributed to the founding of the country in that era, recording their deeds, and just below this hall is their mausoleum.
Those who are called "sages" and "sages" in the history books of the Qi Dynasty, whether they died on the battlefield, aged or died of illness in the process of governing the country, are all used as special The method was buried together with the great emperor.
Thirty-six great sages, seventy-two sages, and those sages and sages with slightly lower status corresponded to the stars in the sky in the annals of the Daqi Dynasty. Children in the folk have heard of many of them There are even ancestral halls to commemorate these sages in their hometowns and some places where they have practiced and read books.
As early as in Ye Xiao's Thousand Dust Mountain Array, Ding Ning and he had conceived the possibility of controlling many corpses to form an army, so that even if they encountered another army like Bai Qi's Killing God Army, they would be able to defeat them.
In the Thousand Dust Mountains, Qian Tomb also controlled several such corpses, but his heart was not big enough, and he hadn't connected this with a place like Xianshengtang at all.
How could this be as simple as digging an imperial tomb
How many places of practice in the Daqi Dynasty are related to the clans and those sages and saints
What would the people of the Great Qi Dynasty think
According to the legend, the eldest lady of the merchant lives in Changling fish market, like a lonely ghost who takes shelter in a temple, and dare not even see the sunlight, but now Qianmu knows what is hidden in her weak voice the power of.
"Who doesn't want to have a place where they can live and live without disputes or worries. If they weren't forced to an emergency, who would jump over the wall in a hurry?"
The merchant lady looked at the tomb, and her soft voice was inexplicably more miserable: "The merchant's widowed daughter is lonely and weak. Even if the whole family was ransacked, I didn't dare to talk about revenge. I just spent the rest of my life in the fish market. However, Changling couldn't even tolerate the fish market. Even if he asked his senior brother, he was nailed through the sea of qi, and his own life was regarded as a threat to the Bashan sword field. The current Emperor Qi, regardless of friends and enemies, betrayed his promise and poached him What is an ancestral grave? I am from the Qin Dynasty, and I have learned some Daqi's cultivation methods. Even if you will be scolded and hunted down forever by you Qi people, it doesn't matter. But you, you are Yan Ying's disciple, do you want to go with me? Just follow you."
In such a soft and miserable voice, Qian Mu calmed down.
"My master even gave his life for Daqi, but what did he do?"
He said calmly and softly: "I think that if his ancestor knew what he did today, if he could jump out of the coffin, he would have slapped him with his own hands. He dug up the holy hall to teach him, and it just happened to let everyone Think about it carefully."
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"Why Zheng Xiu doesn't like Hu Hai all the time, but prefers Fu Su? Is it because Fu Su is really her and Wang Jingmeng's blood?"
"Fusu is the blood of her and Wang Jingmeng, there is almost no such possibility. In my personal judgment, she doesn't like Hu Hai very much. One is because Hu Hai is stupid. When he was young, he had heard some people in the Bashan Sword Field However, he hates those people in Bashan Sword Field in terms of words and has no respect. Maybe he thought naively that he could win love by viciously cursing Yuan Wu and her former opponents, but he didn't understand her complex Another point should come from the fact that Hu Hai may not be what she needs. She may only need a son like Fu Su, who is not a prince born to her needs, and will naturally not be her after birth. I like her, not to mention that Fusu looks more like her, many people even think she looks like Wang Jingmeng, while Hu Hai looks more like Yuanwu."
"So you mean that she actually prefers Wang Jingmeng more in her heart, and Hu Hai himself came from a certain bedtime that she didn't want?"
"Who can say clearly about the love and hate of a person like her. As for things like sleeping, it's all based on my guess."
"I actually think that for a powerful master, the pleasure of the body itself is incomparable with the pleasure of the spirit. Whoever gets it is like conquering... people like them, the original love of the bed, each There is a need, and no one says who has conquered whom, but having children is different."
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In Changling, the man with a thick dressing on his face was having many conversations with the doctor who was helping him remove the dressing, which seemed outrageous to Changling.
This man is Zhao Gao, who was originally wearing a yellow robe from Jiaodong County, and he is the envoy from Jiaodong County who is closest to Zheng Xiu.
The doctor is Han Yuchun, a famous doctor in the former Korean Dynasty, who has the reputation of jade face and ghost hand. However, time is the best knife to kill pigs. His hair is already gray at this time, especially after the fall of the Han Dynasty. Even the teeth were ground and loosened by the too rough food.
So his face became older than many people of the same age, and wrinkles even appeared early on the corners of his eyes and forehead.
The place where Zhao Gao and Han Yuchun talked was also in the deep underground of the medical hall. The design of the cellar was almost exactly the same as the cellar where Shen Xuan imprisoned Hu Hai, and it was also written by Shen Xuan.
During the long period of time when he disappeared from the world, Zhao Gao underwent many bone-cutting and face-shaving techniques in this dark place.
When the thick medical cloth covering his face was lifted layer by layer, two identical faces appeared in the dark room.
The same gray hair, the same face, even the wrinkles around the eyes and forehead, the missing teeth are exactly the same.
Zhao Gao's appearance and even his figure became exactly the same as this Han Yuchun's.
Han Yuchun looked at Zhao Gao with emotion, as if he was looking at a mirror.
Cutting and setting bones, especially changing the height and grinding away the different edges and corners of some bones, is an unbearable pain for ordinary people. This kind of pain will accompany this person for a lifetime, but the man in front of him easily endured it.
This is the greatest masterpiece in his life.
"Now even the skin color is completely consistent, and I have completely removed the scars for you. When you go to the ground and walk in the sun for a few days, the medicinal energy will naturally completely dissipate."
Han Yuchun looked at Zhao Gao, and said earnestly and emotionally: "If you want to talk about the only flaw, it is your cultivation."
Zhao Gao laughed.
He nodded, and then there was a slight abnormal sound in the air.
In the next instant, his body began to release vitality.
This kind of release is very violent. It is not the usual rapid use of true energy, but a complete dispersal of kung fu, but a complete abandonment of one's own cultivation.
Han Yuchun's eyes were instantly filled with shock, "Have you abolished your cultivation?"
Zhao Gao pursed his lips tightly, then regained his composure, and laughed again, "Since revenge doesn't require cultivation, then this only drawback can also be avoided."
Han Yuchun took a deep breath, remained silent for a moment, and said, "In this way, it will take a few more days before you will be exposed as a practitioner. And I have already told you everything I know during these days , you should understand how to use medicine to help you better."
Zhao Gao nodded, bowed deeply, and thanked the doctor.
Han Yuchun's face became solemn, he bowed seriously in return, and then lightly crushed the pill that had been embedded between his teeth.
His complexion turned black quickly, black blood flowed from his nostrils, and then he died painlessly, and his body slowly turned into black water.
In this plan between him and Zhao Gao, there is a final loophole, and that is himself.
From now on, he disappeared.
Zhao Gao is him, there is no loophole.
Time seemed to be frozen in this dark room, Zhao Gao couldn't get up after saluting for a long time.