I have a role in the heavens

Cheers came one after another, and the people of Kyoto City did not hesitate to cheer and appreciate. They stared at Xu Qi'an's figure slowly coming ashore, full of admiration and awe.

"This boy's strength has improved very quickly. He is worthy of being the protagonist, and he has half the fate of Da Feng!"

Xu Zisheng gradually withdrew his gaze and left the place quietly, leaving Princess Huaiqing, who had been secretly paying attention to him, feeling disappointed.

At Lingbao Temple, Luo Yuheng, the Taoist leader of the Renzong, had no intention of practicing Taoism today. Sometimes he was playing with tea sets, sometimes reading Taoist scriptures, sometimes standing in the courtyard, looking at the blue sky outside the wall in a daze.

Emperor Yuan Jing was wise and did not come to find her to practice Taoism. The disciples in the temple were as silent as cicadas, walking and talking in low voices. Lingbao Temple was shrouded in a depressing and tense atmosphere until Chu Yuanzhen stepped into Lingbao Temple in silence. Passing through the halls and gardens, we walked towards the depths of the Taoist temple.

"Chu Yuanzhen is back?"

"The battle between heaven and man is over! Brother Chu, do you lose or win?"

"Brother Chu, have you defeated Li Miaozhen?"

The oppressive atmosphere was broken. After hearing the news, the Taoist priests from the Renzong came and surrounded Chu Yuanzhen to ask questions.

Chu Yuanzhen looked complicated, shook his head when he heard this, and said in a deep voice.

"I lost."

The chatter stopped suddenly, and the Taoist priests of the Renzong looked at each other as if they were mourning their heirs. Chu Yuanzhen ignored the pessimistic Taoist priests and walked straight towards Luo Yuheng's small courtyard. When Fang Fu entered the courtyard, he saw a figure as beautiful as a fairy standing by the pool.

"National Division."

Chu Yuanzhen bowed and saluted with the utmost respect. Although he was a disciple of the Renzong, he was only a registered disciple. He was not considered a core disciple of the Renzong. He only had the swordsmanship of the Renzong.

Luo Yuheng suppressed all his emotions, kept an expressionless face, stared at Chu Yuanzhen with his clear eyes, and said.

"I already know the outcome. You have your own reasons for not drawing the sword. I won't blame you. Renzong relied on the luck of the dynasty to practice, but he didn't want his luck to be so short. This is a destiny, and no one can change it!"

Luo Yuheng didn't know what happened in this competition, but he just heard Chu Yuanzhen say that he lost. His heart was extremely heavy, and he felt a bit sad.

"I lost, but Li Miaozhen didn't win either. Xu Qi'an stepped in and defeated the two of us. The battle between heaven and man has been postponed!"

Chu Yuanzhen coughed dryly and felt a little embarrassed. He lowered his head and did not dare to look at Luo Yuheng, the leader of the Renzong.

Luo Yuheng was stunned, her beautiful eyes bursting with light, she looked at Chu Yuanzhen, pursed her lips, and said in a deep voice.

"Xu Qi'an intervened in the dispute between heaven and man and defeated you and Li Miaozhen?"

"I don't know why he suddenly took action?"

Chu Yuanzhen nodded, smiled bitterly, and said with some confusion.

Luo Yuheng was overjoyed. He didn't expect that Xu Qi'an actually succeeded and defeated the fourth-level Li Miaozhen and Chu Yuanzhen. In this way, the two of them could not start the battle between heaven and man again unless they defeated Xu Qi'an. He gained valuable time by breaking through to the first-level land immortal.

"Before Li Miaozhen breaks his golden body, he will not provoke any more disputes between heaven and man. The Imperial Master can rest assured."

Chu Yuanzhen bowed, turned and left. This result was a good thing for the Renzong, because the Taoist leader of the Tianzong was a first-class land immortal, which was far beyond what the current Luo Yuheng could contend with.

A few days later, the imperial study room. Emperor Yuan Jing met with Chu Xianglong, the deputy general of the King of Zhenbei, in private, and Emperor Yuan Jing spoke.

"It will take a few days to prepare the first batch of grain and grass, so there is no need to worry, General Chu."

"Your Majesty, Beizhi's return to Beijing is not just to escort grain and grass. The King of Zhenbei also gave Beizhi a task."

At this time, Chu Xianglong's face that was swollen by Xu Zisheng had recovered as before, and he whispered.

"What mission?"

Emperor Yuan Jing frowned slightly, looked at Chu Xianglong with majestic eyes, and asked in a deep voice.

"Escort the princess to the border."

Chu Xianglong whispered, his eyes lingering on the old eunuch for a moment.

Emperor Yuan Jing's usually calm expression was slightly out of character at this moment, not because he was afraid or angry, but because he was surprised. He immediately calmed down his emotions, glanced at the old eunuch standing below, and said in a deep voice.

"Back off!"

The old eunuch bowed to the other eunuchs and left silently. Emperor Yuan Jing then stood up from the dragon chair, walked quickly to Chu Xianglong, and asked in surprise.

"He, he's almost done?"

"Yes, everything is ready now, only the princess is missing."

Chu Xianglong lowered his voice and spoke at a volume that only he and Emperor Yuan Jing could hear.

The old emperor's face, which showed no emotion or anger, could not help but burst into joy. He took a deep breath, suppressed the laughter that rushed to his throat, and nodded slowly.

"Very good, Prince Huai did not disappoint me, very good, very good!"

Imperial Palace, Imperial Study Room. Just after Mao Shi, the princes were sent to the imperial study by the eunuchs sent by the emperor. Xu Zisheng, as a cabinet scholar, was naturally among them.

After all the princes gathered together, Emperor Yuan Jing, who was wearing a Taoist robe with cool sleeves, walked lightly behind the big case and sat on his throne.

"My dear friends, I have been reporting for days that you want to thoroughly investigate the bloody massacre of Three Thousand Miles. I deeply feel the same."

Emperor Yuan Jing looked down at the princes in the hall, and said in a deep voice, neither fast nor slow.

"I want to set up a mission to go to the border to thoroughly investigate this matter. Dear friends, do you have any suitable candidates?"

As the head of the hundred officials and the Prime Minister Yin and Yang, the Chief Assistant Wang Wenzhen naturally took the lead in the procession, bowed and said.

"Your Majesty, this case is of great importance and should be handled by the three departments in coordination with the watchers."

The imperial court has its own practice. Whenever major cases are encountered, they are basically handled jointly by the three divisions and the watchman's yamen. They cooperate and supervise each other to prevent anyone from bending the law for personal gain and deceiving the superiors and concealing the truth.

Emperor Yuan Jing waited for a moment and saw that no official came forward to object to the supplement, so he took advantage of the situation.

"Where is the presiding officer? Does Zhu Aiqing have a suitable candidate?"

When multiple parties work together to handle a case, they either work independently or form a team. The team naturally needs a leader. Otherwise, it will be a mess. Generally speaking, cases that require traveling to other places are basically organized into groups rather than handled individually.

Hearing the word "organizer", the ministers almost instinctively thought of an arrogant young man wearing silver gong uniforms in their minds. This is not only a recognition of Xu Qi'an's ability, but also because in the past six months or so, Xu Qi'an has solved a major and important case, which left a deep impression on people.

Chief Assistant Wang Wenzhen pondered for a moment, weighed the pros and cons, and then spoke.

"You can appoint the watchman Yinluo Xu Qian as the host officer."

Xu Qi'an's case-handling ability left a deep impression on the chief assistant Wang Wenzhen, and he trusted his ability very much, so he recommended Xu Qi'an.

Emperor Yuan Jing nodded, glanced at the princes, and asked for their opinions.

"What do you think, Aiqing?"

"good!"

All the officials spoke in unison, and no one raised any objection.

Xu Zisheng frowned slightly and stared at Emperor Yuan Jing with deep eyes. Something was wrong. Emperor Yuan Jing's attitude had changed. He didn't care about the Three Thousand Miles of Blood Massacre before, but now he seemed impatient. , obviously the drunkard's intention is not to drink.

Sure enough, Emperor Yuan Jing glanced at everyone and spoke again.

"Prince Huai and the princess have been separated for a long time. This time, Princess Zhenbei will go to the north with the investigation team to reunite with Prince Huai!"

Xu Zisheng's heart moved, and a look of understanding appeared in the depths of his eyes. It turns out that the reason why Emperor Yuan Jing was so eager to send out the investigation team was to deceive others. The main purpose was to send Princess Zhenbei to the north to help King Zhenbei break through to the second level. The realm of harmony.

Munan Zhi, the princess in the north of Dafeng Town, was the reincarnation of the flower god during the Longde period of the Great Zhou Dynasty. In ancient times, her identity was the Immortal Tree, and she was known as the most beautiful woman in Dafeng. He has an arrogant personality, can cultivate exotic flowers and herbs, and his spiritual energy can help people break through the realm.

Princess Zhenbei came from a scholarly family in the south of the Yangtze River. When she was nine years old, she went to the Jade Buddha Temple with her parents to burn incense, and the host gave her a poem.

"The shock of being born overwhelms all the people, and the grace and grace are all reflected in the sun. The people admire her and become the beauty of the country, and the soul is in the world and provokes the emperor."

From then on, Munan Zhi became famous. At the age of thirteen, she was sent to the palace and became the concubine of Emperor Yuan Jing. After the victory at Shanhaiguan, King Zhenbei was the second greatest contributor. Emperor Yuan Jing gave him the most beautiful woman in the capital. She was kept in the palace ever since, waiting for King Zhenbei to seize her soul and advance to the second rank. .

"If you want to break through to the second level, you are just talking nonsense!"

Xu Zisheng snorted coldly in his heart. The King of Zhenbei slaughtered three thousand miles of blood. His crimes were so serious that they are too numerous to describe. He still wanted to use the spirit of spiritual power to break through. He was dreaming!

"It seems that I am going to give treasures to the old man again. I will prepare some golden fingers for Xu Qi'an to help him kill the King of Zhenbei!"

The Confucian system is extremely miraculous. In addition to following the rules of the law, there is also a great righteousness that is immune to all evils, which is similar to the Taoist golden elixir. It can also record the magic of other systems. How powerful Confucianism was in its heyday. From this, we can know that, as Zheng said, everything is inferior, only reading is high.

In the pavilion of Yong'an Marquis Mansion, next to the stone table, Xu Zisheng held a wolf hair, flying dragons and phoenixes, and a series of awe-inspiring righteousness condensed on the tip of his pen, falling on the book. The clear brilliance shone with great majesty, making Xu Qi'an standing aside look solemn and envious in his eyes. .

"This is the path I should take. A gentleman uses his words but not his hands. He uses his words to control the enemy. He uses it to show his holiness in front of others. This is really a good example!"

Xu Qian secretly thought that he was delayed by his second uncle Xu Zhiping after all. He was not a son of a man, but he was a talented person. How could he be suitable for martial arts training?

"It must be very difficult and dangerous for you to go to the north this time to investigate the truth behind the bloody massacre of three thousand miles, so I will burn some Confucian spells and spells from other major systems for you to help you defend yourself!"

"It's just that Confucian magic is overbearing and has terrible sequelae. You must be aware of it. Don't use it unless absolutely necessary."

Xu Zisheng stopped his movements, and Haoran's righteousness melted into the paper and disappeared. The book looked ordinary, but it was enough to make countless people crazy. He picked up the book and threw it to Xu Qian.

Xu Qian hurriedly took the book into his hands with excitement on his face. He originally planned to go to Yunlu Academy and ask three great scholars to help burn some spells for self-defense. Unexpectedly, Xu Zisheng actually gave him some Confucian spells for free. He was really a good man.

Xu Qi'an put the book in his arms and felt a lot more at ease in his heart. This was a life-saving treasure. After hearing Xu Zisheng's reminder, he asked the question that he had been doubting for a long time.

"Master Marquis, I know the consequences, but I don't understand. How does Confucianism avoid the backlash of words and regulations?"

The backlash of Confucian magic is so terrible. If scholars cannot avoid such backlash and cannot fight for a long time, then how could Confucianism be able to suppress other cultivation systems in the past?

When Xu Zisheng heard this, he smiled dumbly, sat in front of the stone table, stretched out his hand to signal Xu Qi'an to sit down as well, and then explained.

"The fourth level of Confucianism is the realm of the gentleman. A gentleman is good at cultivating his righteousness and is immune to all evils. The most upright and powerful person is!"

Xu Qi'an suddenly realized that he was immune to all evil. This meant that when he reached the realm of a gentleman, he could rebound or be immune to the backlash of spells. This was really too perverted. He regretted more and more that he had followed martial arts. No wonder people who knew how to read were considered vulgar.

Xu Zisheng looked at Xu Qi'an, and what caught his eyes was a huge fortune. This fortune was different from ordinary people, it was red, and it was gathered by the people of the world.

"You are destined to offend King Zhenbei this time. Are you afraid?"

"Afraid, but still want to see what's going on?"

Xu Qi'an was very honest. How could he not be afraid of the King of Zhenbei who was in charge of an army of 300,000 people? However, although he was tactful, he was not tactful enough. He still had a bit of martial spirit and insisted on his original principles.

"That's right. It doesn't mean that you have insulted your great luck. You also have some understanding of your own luck. That Taoist Jin Lian from the Dao Sect's Earth Sect should have told you a lot about your weirdness!"

"You have to remember one thing, luck is people-oriented, at least the luck in you is like this. It is the people of Li who condense the luck, and it is the common people who condense the luck."

"As long as you are worthy of the people and the people of the world, you can turn disasters into good fortune and turn disasters into good fortune! If you rely on your own luck to act recklessly, your luck will definitely bite you back in the future, and you will end up miserable!"

Xu Qian's body trembled when he heard this, with a thoughtful expression on his face. He paused for a moment before asking again.

"Master Hou, do you know what's going on with my luck?"

Xu Zisheng was speechless after hearing the words, and looked up at the sky above Kyoto City. A golden dragon was circling. The golden light was dim, as if he had been severely injured. His eyes were dull, half-lidded and half-open, and he was depressed. This was the embodiment of Da Feng's national destiny.

"Twenty years ago, someone stole half of Dafeng's national luck, injected it into your body, and used the body as a luck container. But something happened later, so he never took back the refined luck. Cheap Got your kid!"

"However, thieves always want to find their stolen goods, so you better become stronger as soon as possible, otherwise you will suffer in the future!"

The corners of Xu Zisheng's mouth curled up slightly, showing a bit of schadenfreude. He was definitely jealous of Xu Qi'an. If this luck were given to him, it would be enough for him to break through to the super level and become a Confucian saint and a martial god.

Xu Qian's expression changed, and his heart instantly became extremely heavy, and he asked solemnly.

"Master Hou, who is this thief you are talking about?"

"The Master said, Don't tell!"

"This person's identity is someone you never thought of!"

Xu Zisheng did not reveal the answer to the mystery, but just left an ambiguous hint to Xu Qi'an, which made Xu Qi'an think wildly and find it difficult to calm down!

"All masters have this kind of virtue. They half-talk what they say and like to show off their opinions. It seems that if they don't do this, they won't be able to show their mastery!"

Xu Qian secretly cursed that Xu Zisheng was like this, and Si Tianjian was like this too. His words were so confusing that it was difficult to guess.

"By the way, one more thing, Chu Xianglong, the deputy general of King Zhenbei, I don't like him. If you have a chance, teach him a lesson!"

Suddenly, Xu Zisheng seemed to think of something, patted his head, and showed a bright smile to Xu Qian, but this smile looked so evil and full of gloom.

Xu Qi'an nodded when he heard this. He knew Chu Xianglong. The two even had a deal with each other once. Chu Xianglong wanted to force himself to obtain the Vajra Magic Skill, but he finally compromised. However, the Vajra Magic Skill was not so easy to practice. , on the contrary, he was seriously injured, and a problem had already been formed.

"Don't worry, Lord Marquis. I have wanted to deal with Chu Xianglong for a long time. As the host this time, I will naturally have the opportunity to make him suffer!"

"There's just one thing. After all, he is the deputy general of King Zhenbei. Prince Huai is the prince and his Majesty's biological brother. If I offend Chu Xianglong, I'm worried that King Zhenbei will take revenge!"

Xu Qi'an frowned. His idea was very simple. I can teach Chu Xianglong a lesson for you, but you have to deal with the pressure from King Zhenbei. Otherwise, I, a small watchman named Yin Luo, would not be able to offend Zhenbei. The king's lieutenant general is an important general with military power.

"Don't worry about this. King Zhenbei is nothing. He's just a third-grade immortal body. I can kill him easily. You don't have to worry. Even if you offend Emperor Yuan Jing, I can take it for you!"

The corners of Xu Zisheng's lips raised slightly and he sneered, full of disdain for King Zhenbei. He did not intend to let King Zhenbei continue to live this time. Although Emperor Yuan Jing's plan was profound, he could not hide it from him. He wanted to let King Zhenbei live. The avatar of Wang broke through the realm of the second-grade Hedao, which is just a dream.

Xu Qian looked at the domineering Xu Zisheng, and had only one thought in his mind. Does Father Xu still lack a son? I was born without a father. I want to recognize a foster father. Is it possible?

"Xu Zisheng doesn't seem to have any respect for His Majesty, and he actually calls Emperor Yuan Jing by his name!"

Xu Qian secretly thought to himself that he was a person who had no respect for Emperor Yuan Jing, so he often called Emperor Yuan Jing in private. However, among the big shots in the court, no one had ever called the current emperor that way, not even Wei Yuan. The others also addressed His Majesty with great respect.

Three days later, Beijing Pier. The mission heading north arrived at the dock and boarded the official ship.

There are two hundred people in this mission, led by Xu Qian and Yang Yan, with four subordinates from Yinluo and eight from Tongluo. The Ministry of Punishment sent one chief arrest officer and twelve fast officers; the Imperial Procuratorate sent two censors and ten guards; Dali Temple sent one censor, guards, and twelve followers in total, as well as a hundred-man forbidden army. , which is the configuration for the governor's travel.

As for the remaining people, they are all the people of Chu Xianglong, the deputy general of Zhenbei King. He is responsible for protecting Zhenbei Princess Munan Zhi. He returns to the north with the delegation. His men are all Chuzhou's elite soldiers, each with eight With his Qi training skills, he is worthy of being a strong general and a powerful soldier, and should not be underestimated.

Princess Zhenbei concealed her identity and turned into a middle-aged maid beside the princess. With the help of the magic weapon given to her by Luo Yuheng, the Taoist leader of the human sect, her appearance changed. She was unremarkable. She appeared in public all day long and no one knew about her. But she After all, she is different and has extraordinary charm. Even without her peerless appearance, she is still charming, which has attracted many old bachelors to inquire about her situation and fall in love with her. This gives Chu Xianglong a headache. After all, he cannot treat a person. The middle-aged maid showed extraordinary attention and care.