The news of Zheng Xiu's death is still spreading to farther and remote places.
Even in the barbarian kingdoms outside the borders of the Yan Dynasty, the kings of many tribes felt sorry for the end of the mistress Daqin.
Whether it is the Great Qin Dynasty or the Yanqi Dynasty, these remote kingdoms or tribes that live on animal husbandry, hunting and fishing are collectively referred to as the Central Plains Dynasty.
The Central Plains Dynasty means prosperity and civilization. Most of these remote kingdoms or tribes actually want to lead their troops to break through the borders, take a share of these Central Plains dynasties, or become a part of them.
In a sense, Jiaodong County has always been looked down upon by the old dignitaries of the Great Qin Dynasty, because in their eyes, Jiaodong County is no different from those fisherman tribes who smell like fish.
In fact, Jiaodong County and Zheng Xiu were vaguely the targets of successful counterattacks in the minds of these barbarian tribes.
Especially when Zheng Xiu became the hostess of Changling, and many of the battles with them were caused by her, Zheng Xiu became a god-like existence in the hearts of many barbarian tribe leaders.
Fear, respect, worship.
Many barbarian tribal leaders who were enemies of Zheng Xiu were actually looking forward to meeting this legendary queen who was both beautiful and powerful.
Many people are inexplicably in a bad mood because of this.
Especially some barbarian kings who lent troops to the Yan Dynasty in the past, although they knew it was impossible, they kept saying that they would break into Changling and capture Zheng Xiu to be their concubines.
Now that Zheng Xiu died, there would be nothing to talk about for fun and imagination, just like an important program in normal times, which would never happen again in the future.
A tribal king broke his favorite wine glass angrily.
A certain tribal king burned a set of brocade clothes he was going to wear when he entered the Changling Mausoleum.
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The atmosphere in many palaces is very cold and eerie.
However, the coldest and weirdest place is naturally Changling's imperial palace.
Emperor Yuanwu left the port after being injured, but did not return to the Qin Palace in Changling, but went directly to the newly built Afang Palace under Lishan Mountain.
The palace there is indeed new, magnificent and larger.
Some official residences and institutions are also moving there one after another.
However, at least before that, there was no intention to abolish the Changling Palace.
Most of the palace people are still in the Changling Palace.
So this is deserted on both sides.
There were very few people in the palaces on both sides.
It all looks like a dead city, full of lifelessness.
Among the kings of the world, the most intriguing thing is naturally Yuan Wu's mood at this time.
But besides Yuan Wu, who can know his emotions at this time
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Yuan Wu was in a bedroom in the deepest part of Efang Palace.
All the utensils in his bedroom are made of a strange black jade, even though the bed is covered with the softest cushion in the world, it is still too hard for Yuan Wu at this time.
He was very tired at this time, fighting against an evenly matched opponent was too exhausting, and this battle took a toll on his mind even more than during the Lushan League.
What he needs most is rest, yet he cannot sleep.
No sleep in any position.
His injured arm rested on the cushion of the bed, and he didn't dare to make any movements, but even so. The pain still made his body tremble continuously.
The bones are shattered and the meridians are shattered, making it difficult to nourish.
For a long time, he could only lie still.
But in his perception, the most painful thing came from the true essence flowing in his body.
For a practitioner like him, the true essence is the qi and blood that provides nourishment to his whole body. During countless years of practice, he has integrated the essence of heaven and earth aura, continuously removed impurities, continuously condensed, and constantly changed. The true essence flowing in his body Yuan was already the best elixir in the world, and it was the elixir most suitable for him.
These elixirs promote the continuous improvement of his physical functions, make him have more vigorous energy, and even continuously stimulate his potential.
However, the true essence flowing in his body is no longer like this.
When Zheng Xiu was fighting with him, he suddenly aroused the vitality of the stars that he couldn't even detect, even though it seemed to outsiders that he forced all the stars out of his body at once.
However, there is an essential difference between the strength of vitality and the actual impurities.
Just like the countless ox-hair steel needles pierced into the body can be easily pulled out, but in the process of many practitioners' cultivation, the medicinal properties of some medicines used to quickly increase the aura have long been fused with the blood, and they cannot be separated from each other and are difficult to pull out.
The true energy and the sea of energy in his body, all the places where the energy of these stars walked, shone, and infiltrated, have become completely different.
In his current perception, his real essence made him feel a little strange.
Strangeness is a disadvantage.
Even though the power of the true essence remained undiminished, the true essence flowing in his body was like a slow poison.
This is the real disconnection and endless entanglement... Although Zheng Xiu is dead, her unique power, her vitality, is still eroding his body and will, including his confidence.
Even the shadow of Zheng Xiu can't be stripped from his mind.
"Too vicious!"
He became hysterically angry for no reason, his face was distorted, and in the bedroom where no one else was there, he cursed in a low and mournful voice.
He himself can't remember how many times this is the first time.
But in the back of his mind, there seemed to be a Zheng Xiu standing vividly, smiling contemptuously at him, and mocking him. Those Linglian seeds belonged to her alone, and he wanted to take them himself.
In Zheng Xiu's mocking voice, there was the clearest and most resounding sentence, "From today onwards, your cultivation base will only decrease and will not rise again."
"Is the widow really going to be defeated by you like Wang Jingmeng was back then?"
Yuan Wu's face turned from distorted to numb, and he finally pulled Zheng Xiu's shadow and Zheng Xiu's voice out of his mind temporarily, and then issued two orders, "recall Baiqi back to Changling" and "order Zhao Gao to Afang Palace ".
An old man heard Yuan Wu's voice in Efang Palace.
He is Xu Fu.
He couldn't help sighing softly.
At this moment, he suddenly thought that Yuan Wu had always seemed to be a loner, and he never seemed to have any friends by his side.
At this moment, footsteps sounded outside his door.
An official sent a letter.
What shocked him was that the moment he received this letter, he knew it came from Bashan Sword Field and Ding Ning.
He is very familiar with the handwriting on the letter paper, which is exactly the same as Wang Jingmeng's handwriting in the past.
But the content itself made his body tremble slightly.
The letter only asked one sentence, did he care about the life, death and future of those hundreds of virgins