I have a role in the heavens

The identity of No. 1 is Princess Huaiqing. She is extremely intelligent and thoughtful. She instantly recalled what happened at Yunlu Academy. At that time, Dean Zhao Shou said that Xu Zisheng was a third-rank man. Now it seems that he did it on purpose. Lie, hide yourself.

"It seems that I need to have more contact with this great scholar in the future!"

Gengzi year, October 15th, Jiazi day. It is appropriate to pray for blessings, fast, and offer sacrifices to ancestors.

Soon, the day for the royal family to worship their ancestors came. Xu Zisheng is no stranger to this. At this time of year, the city gates of the inner city will be closed. The sword guards will be transferred to the inner city today to enforce martial law. The people in the inner city are required to stay at home and are not allowed to go out.

There is another similar sacrifice at the beginning of spring, which is to offer sacrifices to the sky to pray for good weather this year and peace for the country and the people. Starting yesterday, the inns in the inner city have been inspected one by one, and all the Jianghu travelers have been driven to the outer city. The restaurants are closed and no one is allowed to stay in the inns.

In the sound of music dedicated to sacrifices, a mighty group of people left the imperial city and headed towards Sangbo. There were no horses or carriages, and everyone was on foot. There are hundreds of people from the royal family, clan, civil and military officials, and hundreds of people participating in the ancestor worship. This team has almost assembled the peak of power of the Dafeng Dynasty.

The leader, Emperor Yuan Jing, was wearing a simple Taoist robe, and his black hair was tied with a wooden hairpin. He was over fifty years old, with a long beard and handsome appearance, and he had the air of a Taoist master. Behind him on both sides were the graceful queen, the plump concubine, and then the prince and princess.

Emperor Yuan Jing had many children, including twelve princes, but only four princesses. The eldest princess was only about twenty years old this year, nearly five years younger than the emperor's eldest son. The eldest princess, who is famous in the capital for her talent and beauty, has eyes as clear as a pool and a pale, cold face. Follow the team silently.

Amidst the music, the sacrificial team came to a bright yellow tent. The immortal Emperor Yuan Jing led the two eunuchs into the imperial tent, while the rest were waiting outside.

The ministers in charge of sacrifices were busy, inviting gods, and lining up to prepare for the emperor's subsequent ancestor worship.

Sangbo is a small lake, close to the imperial city. There are willow trees planted on the lakeside. In this season, the willow leaves have not yet sprouted. A winding corridor is built on the water surface, connecting to the white marble platform in the center of the lake. There is a temple on the platform with four large gilt characters written on the platform: Yongzhen Mountain and River!

The place for worshiping ancestors is here. Sangbo is not an ordinary lake. It has a history that people talk about, which is related to the founding emperor of Dafeng.

It is said that "Sangbo" was called Xuanwu Lake in ancient times, and the mythical beast Xuanwu lived in the lake. Once, the founding emperor of Dafeng failed to raise an army. When he fled to Sangbo with his remaining troops, he ran out of ammunition and food. At the moment of despair, the lake boiled, and Xuanwu came crashing through the waves. On its back was a divine sword that could kill heaven and destroy immortals.

Xuanwu said that it had been waiting here for hundreds of years, waiting for a destined person. After saying that, he presented the divine sword and walked away on the waves.

The founding emperor obtained the divine sword, and after three years of enlightenment in the lake, he broke out and regrouped his troops. From then on, he was victorious in every battle and overthrew the decadent previous dynasty. After unifying the Central Plains, Dafeng established the imperial capital in Sangbo.

Sangbo Lake is the place where the founding emperor of Dafeng achieved enlightenment and has extraordinary symbolic significance. Therefore, the Dafeng royal family holds an ancestor worship ceremony in Sangbo every year. The temple on the lake enshrines the image of the founding emperor.

"Liu Bang also killed the White Snake to revolt. I don't know how accurate this legend is?"

Xu Zisheng looked at the high platform in the lake and cursed in his heart. At this time, it was not yet dawn and the sky was dark. The cold wind in the early morning cracked his face like a knife. Xu Zisheng breathed the cold air into his lungs and cheered up.

"I always feel that Sangbo Lake is eerie and makes me feel uncomfortable."

Xu Zisheng looked at the lake and touched Marquis Wu'an beside him. As a distinguished noble, he naturally had to participate in this royal family's ancestor worship event.

"Shut up!"

When Xu Shijun heard this, he glanced around, lowered his voice, and scolded.

"You have been blown away by the wind. Sangbo is a sacred place and the place where the founding emperor attained enlightenment. Don't talk nonsense."

"High-quality warriors have sharp ears and eyes. If your words are heard, you will be punished."

Xu Zisheng smiled slightly. He was naturally cautious in doing things and had already changed the rules around him, so he comforted his father.

"Father, don't worry, I have twisted the rules around me, and no one will hear anything!"

Xu Shijun breathed a sigh of relief this time, glared at Xu Zisheng fiercely, and warned.

"Stop talking. This is a grand event for the royal family to worship their ancestors. There is no room for any mistakes!"

At this time, the heavy sound of bells and drums came, echoing in everyone's ears, and a sense of solemnity came over them. Xu Shijun immediately fell silent and showed a serious expression.

Xu Zisheng stayed still, turned his head as hard as he could, and peeked at the sacrificial scene with the corner of his eye. He saw a procession, holding spiritual tablets covered with yellow silk, following the winding water corridor, climbing to a high platform, and placing the spiritual tablets on the large case in front of the temple.

After this team returned, another team, under the guidance of Taichang Temple officials, brought offerings and sacrifices of various types, with the number at least two to three hundred. When everything was ready, the Taichang Temple minister came to the emperor Outside the tent, he shouted loudly.

"I have finished calming my nerves. I welcome your Majesty."

The princes, princesses, civil and military ministers all knelt down and worshiped at the same time. The great eunuch opened the curtain, and Emperor Yuan Jing, who had put on bright yellow uniform, appeared in front of everyone with a solemn expression. At this time, he no longer had the ethereal immortality of a Taoist master, only the majesty of a human emperor.

At this moment, Emperor Yuan Jing had climbed up to the high platform, and the drumming and music had stopped. The ministers of Taichang Temple knelt down to read the congratulations. After reading, the music started. Emperor Yuan Jing burned the congratulations himself, and knelt down three times and bowed nine times to his ancestors. He came here to worship his ancestors. Only halfway through.

Wei Yuan withdrew his gaze and looked at the queen not far away, who was graceful and elegant, and her manners were perfect. As the biological mother of the eldest princess, the appearance of the mother and daughter are not similar, but the queen is still a beauty that has captivated the country. Even now, she is still graceful and luxurious. You can imagine how stunning she was back then. It's just that as time goes by, her youth has passed, and the queen is no longer the beautiful, innocent girl she was before. But he was still dressed in green clothes as before.

Wei Yuan's expression was in a trance, as if he had sensed something. The empress, whose mother Yitianxia was her mother, looked back gracefully. The two looked at each other in the air, and the empress' eyes softened for a moment.

Wei Yuan withdrew his gaze as if he was electrocuted, and hurriedly bowed. All the emotions in the eyes are settled, leaving only the profound vicissitudes of life.

Xu Zisheng saw this scene in his eyes, and a hint of gossip appeared in the depths of his eyes. There was adultery. It seemed that there was an emotional entanglement between Wei Yuan, who had lost his beloved wife, and the queen. I just don’t know if Emperor Yuan Jing knows that the top of his head is a little green.

Xu Zisheng was about to ask his father, Marquis Wu'an, about the gossip between the Empress and the eunuch Wei Yuan when he suddenly noticed something strange. He couldn't help but look back in Xu Qian's direction. He saw a painful expression on his face, distorted facial features, and clenched fists. , veins popped out, he hit the ground hard, and roared at the top of his lungs.

"Shut up!!"

In an instant, the situation changed. On the high platform in the lake, the temple suddenly shook, and then, a golden sword energy shattered the eaves and rushed into the sky. In this sword light, the lake suddenly surged with waves, and Sangbo Lake seemed to come alive.

Emperor Yuan Jing was the first to bear the brunt, and fell to the ground amid the powerful energy fluctuations. The high platform shook violently, and the tablets of his ancestors on the case fell one after another. Sacrificial offerings and utensils were scattered all over the floor, and some of the flying tiles hit Emperor Yuan Jing's body.

The scene instantly became chaotic, and the imperial troops patrolling the surrounding area quickly gathered their forces and rushed towards Sangbo. The watchmen who were on guard by the lake rushed to the sacrificial procession to protect the royal family and civil and military officials.

"There are assassins protecting His Majesty!"

"Protect the queen, protect the princess!"

"Protect the chief assistant!"

The silhouettes of people flickered, and the ten golden gongs who were guarding the yamen, the masters of the five guards of the Forbidden Army, and the masters of the clan, in just a moment, at least dozens of high-level warriors rose into the air, landing on the high platform and in the winding corridor. Determined to protect Emperor Yuan Jing closely.

The commotion only lasted for a dozen breaths, because the sword energy that broke through the sky quickly dissipated, and the lake returned to calm. There were no assassins. As the storm subsided, everything was stable, with no casualties or suspicious persons.

Wei Yuan was the leader responsible for the security of the sacrifice. He strode up the high platform along the winding water corridor, bowed and prayed.

"Wei Chen neglected his duty, and Wei Chen deserves to die."

At this time, Emperor Yuan Jing had regained his composure, but after experiencing this incident, his indifferent fairy spirit had completely disappeared from his eyebrows. He is no longer a Taoist who has been cultivating Taoism for more than 20 years, but an unfathomably majestic emperor holding power in his hands, saying in a deep voice.

"Everyone exits the altar and is not allowed to approach."

Including Wei Yuan, all the high-ranking warriors stood up and accepted the promise. Emperor Yuan Jing straightened his clothes, brushed off the dust on his uniform, opened the temple door with a serious expression and entered.

In the Shanhe Temple in Yongzhen, a majestic man wearing a yellow robe and a crown stood with a sword. The temple door was closed. Emperor Yuan Jing stood in front of the founding emperor's portrait, silently staring at the dusty copper sword.

"So what if I'm at the first level? Isn't it true that I, who was supposed to have a long life, only lived a few more years than ordinary people due to the fate of the world?"

Emperor Yuan Jing seemed to be talking to himself or conversing with his ancestor from six hundred years ago. His expression was deep, and the light and shadow shining on his body were changing, making people feel a bit chilly and gloomy.

"I ascended the throne at the age of twenty and defeated all my enemies. Sitting in that position, no one could stand shoulder to shoulder with me. But in the end, I discovered that the biggest enemy is time."

Emperor Yuan Jing slowly looked away and stared down at the ground at his feet for a long time. Then, he began to inspect the furnishings in the temple, and even climbed onto the altar, disrespectfully touching the images of his ancestors and touching the brass sword. This process is meticulous and lengthy.

Finally, Emperor Yuan Jing breathed out a sigh of relief, his expression became relaxed, he knelt on the futon, bowed three times and kowtowed to the founding emperor, and then left Yongzhen Shanhe Temple.

Emperor Yuan Jing stood on a high platform, overlooking the civil and military officials and royal family members, and announced again with a voice like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning.

"The ancestor worship ceremony continues."

Emperor Yuan Jing did not explain the cause of the abnormality just now. The five guards of the imperial army and the watchmen dispersed again, restored order in an orderly manner, and patrolled the surrounding area. The eunuchs walked quickly with their heads down, cleaning the broken tiles on the high platform, sorting tribute offerings, and The tablets of the royal family’s ancestors.

It stands to reason that Emperor Yuan Jing should have been furious when encountering something like this during ancestor worship, which was a sign of great disaster. However, he seemed to be mentally prepared for this, and did not angrily rebuke Duke Wei and the commanders of the imperial guards, but that was not the case either. He must be mentally prepared and know the true source of his mutation.

Xu Zisheng's pupils shrank slightly, showing a bit of solemnity, and he muttered to himself.

"Emperor Jeanne De is really crazy for the sake of immortality. He actually devoured his own sons, Emperor Yuanjing and King Huai, and replaced them. He even wanted to bury the entire Dafeng Dynasty. But for this kind of thing, have you asked me if I agree?"

At the end of the sentence, a cold light shot out from the depths of Xu Zisheng's eyes, which was very sharp. It was obvious that he had no good impression of Emperor Joan of Arc. He would not hesitate to drag all living beings in the world into the quagmire for his own selfish interests. It was simply appalling.

An hour later, the ancestor worship ceremony was finally over. Xu Zisheng, as if nothing had happened, returned to Kyoto with all the civil and military officials.

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The document warehouse is the warehouse with the word "A".

Sandalwood is burning, and the blue smoke traces are as straight as lines. The sunlight shines through the lattice windows, reflecting regular and neat color patches on the ground.

Wei Yuan closed the thick "Dafeng Thirteen Canons", pondered for a moment, stood up, and turned out a book "Jiuzhou Chronicles: Western Regions" on the bookshelf.

The sandalwood was burned to ashes, and the incense ashes fell into the small furnace. Wei Yuan closed all the books and pinched his brows tiredly. Unconsciously, the books piled up in his hands were as high as his shoulders.

"Father, what did you find?"

Nangong Qianrou looked solemnly, looked at Wei Yuan with burning eyes, and asked in a low voice.

"I probably know what's going on."

Wei Yuan sighed, his expression changed unpredictably, and he replied in a deep voice.

"What's the secret in Sangbo Lake?"

Nangong Qianrou seemed to be very interested in the changes that occurred in today's ancestor worship ceremony, so she asked again.

"That's not what you should know."

Wei Yuan shook his head, warned his adopted daughter with a serious face, and issued a hush order.

"Forget what happened today. No further investigation or private discussion is allowed."

Yang Yan and Nangong Qianrou lowered their heads at the same time. Facing their respected adoptive father, they did not dare to refute and responded.

"yes."

Xu Zisheng returned to Kyoto and resumed his peaceful life again, but he didn't know when he had a book on him. This was a book that he compiled the Taoist knowledge he had learned. It recorded what he had learned in Confucianism and Taoism. This book Books exude a faint gleam of wisdom, which can open up people's wisdom and can be called the most precious treasure of Confucianism and Taoism. The completion of this book represents Xu Zisheng's further step in the realm of Confucianism and Taoism, stepping into the realm of a first-class sub-sage.

When Xu Zisheng entered the realm of sub-sage, no vision was born. The great road was invisible and the sound was loud. The mystery of the sub-sage realm was not comparable to that of the Confucian scholar and the realm of establishing a destiny, which caused Xu Zisheng to undergo a huge transformation.

Xu Zisheng was influenced by the improvement of Confucianism and Taoism, and his martial arts also advanced further, reaching the peak of the third-grade immortal body. Every cell in his body is filled with huge life breath, and his life span is long, and he can live for hundreds of years. no problem. The immortal body has super strong regeneration and recovery capabilities. It can not only reconnect stumps, but also regenerate broken limbs. It can rely on Qi machines to fly in the air forcibly, and can communicate through the mind of the soul. Xu Zisheng's soul is more physical, so his vitality has been precipitated. Even if his head is cut off, it can be regenerated, and the soul can be returned to its original position.

Compared with Xu Zisheng's smooth sailing, Xu Qi'an is different. He drew his sword in anger because his boss Zhu Yinluo insulted and bullied the prison officer's daughter. He made a big mistake and was imprisoned by the policeman's office, awaiting trial. In any yamen, if a subordinate commits a crime and kills his superior, he will be punished with a severe crime of being cut in half.

Xu Zisheng stepped into the realm of the sub-sage, and his spiritual consciousness was powerful. He had a panoramic view of this scene. When he saw Xu Qi'an slashing the silver gong angrily, and finally being captured, he saluted with a military salute, and couldn't help but laugh and murmured.

"Seeing that you have regained your original intention and paid such a military salute, I will help you once!"

Zhu Yang is one of the ten golden gongs of the Dageng yamen in the capital. He is a fourth-grade martial artist. He joined the army in his early years. He started as a big-headed soldier and accumulated military merits along the way to become a hundred households. Later, he was favored by Wei Yuan and recruited into the Dageng army. He was organized by the people and focused on cultivation. He was regarded as Wei Yuan's direct descendant Jin Luo, and his status was only slightly worse than the two sons of Bo Zhi.

Zhu Yang had three sons. The eldest son was not good at literature and martial arts, and the second son was a half-hearted scholar and worked in the civil service department. Only the third child, Zhu Chengzhu, was extremely talented. He was the youngest Yinluo in the watchman's office and was highly regarded by Zhu Yang.

At this time, one of his men, Yinluo, rushed in in panic, with an ugly face, and said to him.

"My lord, my lord, it's not good, something happened to Mr. Zhu!"

Zhu Yang, who had lowered his head to look at the file, immediately raised his head and heard Yin Luo continue to speak.

"Master Zhu was injured by a gong. Life or death is uncertain. He has been carried back to the Yamen and is in the process of first aid. I have sent someone to ask for the magician from Si Tianjian."

Under the leadership of Yin Luo, Zhu Yang rushed to his son's Eagle Hall and saw his unconscious younger son and the exaggerated injuries on his chest. Several Yin Luo under his command took turns to help him carry the ventilator to keep his body functions strong. Two doctors from the yamen were currently treating him.

Jin Luo Zhu Yang had a dark face and pressed on everyone with a strong aura. His voice was extremely cold as he asked.

"How is it going?"

The two doctors didn't seem to hear. They kept on stopping the bleeding, applying medicine, acupuncture to prolong life, and suturing the wound.

"If the knife wound was half an inch deeper, the heart would have been cut open. By then, even Si Tianjian's warlock would be helpless."

"It was the magical weapon Gong that blocked the fatal attack for Mr. Zhu, and he was lucky enough to save his life. However, the sword energy invaded the internal organs. If the air machine is not pulled out, Mr. Zhu will be injured for at most half an hour."

"When will Si Tianjian's warlock come?"

Jin Luo Zhu Yang's voice suddenly rose, obviously very worried about the injury of his most valued son.

"I've sent someone to invite him, he'll be here soon."

Yin Luo, who had just reported it, quickly replied, fearing that if he spoke too slowly, he would become Jin Luo Zhu Yang's punching bag.

Jinluo Zhu Yang nodded, quite satisfied with his men's response, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he asked in an extremely low voice.

"Who did it?"

"Tongluo Xu Qian, a member of Li Yuchun's command!"

"Xu Qian?"

Jinluo Zhu Yang had heard of this little man, and it was because of him that Jiang Luzhong and Yang Yan fought. It was just a small gong. How could it hurt his son?

"During the assembly, the little Tongluo was late. Zhu Yinluo gave him a lesson. Unexpectedly, he harbored a grudge. When the house was ransacked, Zhu Yinluo just molested a prisoner's female family member, so he drew his sword and killed her."

In fact, this Yinluo also heard what Tongluo said. This is indeed what happened. It was just that after his polishing, he blurred the priorities and secretly changed the concept. Xu Qian became the main responsibility, and Zhu Yinluo did not have much responsibility. , it was Xu Qi'an's deliberate revenge. After all, it was not easy for him to say directly in front of his father: Your son insulted the female family members of the prison officials and was beheaded.