There is a dragon

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Why did you ask such a strange question suddenly? Shouldn't Ye Jingshu care about the common people and try to stop the flames of war?

Ling couldn't control his expression, and a crack appeared on Wannian's smiling face.

"Lingze doesn't know much about Shuangxiu, does His Majesty want to use it?" Since Ye Jingshu came to Beijing, he has never heard of him having such a need.Thinking that those aristocratic families might be annihilated because of this, is it possible that Ye Jingshu is planning to save people in a roundabout way, recruiting the harem, and saving the aristocratic families with his nepotism?

Ling is going to be bad for the whole person.

Unexpectedly, Ye Jingshu still had such perseverance and determination to save the country by sacrificing himself.

He underestimated people.

"I need to use it." Ye Jingshu thought for a while, but said unsurely, "Probably."

So is it talent?

Ling was stiff for a moment, and finally said: "There is a collection of books in the building, but I haven't read them. What kind of things does your Majesty want, Ling can help find it."

Ye Jingshu had never been to a floor above six floors, and followed Ling Ze step by step, absent-mindedly said: "It's suitable for a national teacher."

"Huh?" Ling Ze stopped, "Did Ling Ze get it wrong?"

The seventh floor was originally Lingze's room, but it was later moved to the lower floor.

The glove boxes are all over the floor, and the bookcases are piled up against the wall, exuding an old smell.

Since Ling had no intention of avoiding him, Ye Jingshu didn't shy away from looking at him casually, and Ling stood by the bookcase flipping through books, while he sat by the table and looked left to touch.

The stationery on the table are all good items, simple and elegant, and they are worth a lot of money at first glance.

He didn't care about the result at all, anyway, it was what Ling wanted to learn, not what he wanted to use.

Dip the pen in the ink, and swipe on the paper, Ye Jingshu scribbled, and put the pen on the inkstone at will.

This inkstone is huge, with a majestic and delicate shape. Ye Jingshu stroked the carved patterns on it with his fingers, and he couldn't help sighing that Master Guoshi is indeed rich.

Wrapping the inkstone with his palm, Ye Jingshu wanted to pick it up, but Ling Ze glanced at it from the corner of his eye, cursed carelessly, and walked in, "Your Majesty, what do you think of this book?"

After casually glanced at it, Ye Jingshu couldn't see why, "Just as long as the national teacher thinks it's good."

So is it really for his own use?

Ling put down the book in his hand: "Your Majesty, why don't you take a look and choose one yourself."

"The national teacher wants to double cultivate with me?"

"Pa——" Ling threw the book on Ye Jingshu's face, "What nonsense is your Majesty talking about?"

Ye Jingshu curled his lips: "I don't believe this, and I don't need it. What are you looking for?"

"So what is His Majesty here for?" Ling Ze held his anger and asked patiently.

"Help the national teacher to double cultivate." Ye Jingshu said carelessly, "Didn't the national teacher agree?"

"Fix you big bastard!"

If it wasn't necessary, Ling would never have brought Ye Jingshu up. This bastard is sitting at his last secret door right now, only one step away, and he can step in at any time.

I was really in a daze, I was confused by Ye Jingshu running around Zhaixing Tower day after day, and thought he was that idiot of Nan Dou.

Ye Jingshu finds it strange to see Ling no longer maintaining his image and yelling curses.Compared to the previous inexplicable trust in Ling Ze because of Ye Xizhou but unable to find out the details of him, Ye Jingshu felt that such a Ling was more real.Compared with the lifeless rigidity before, Ye Jingshu prefers such a spirit that has a chance to scold what's in his heart.

Taking down the book on his face, Ye Jingshu was not angry, instead he was full of smiles: "Master Guoshi thinks that the method of dual cultivation is not good?"

"Everywhere..." Ling Ze froze, suddenly remembered that this was what he was doing, and Ye Jingshu almost got involved!

Gathering his thoughts, Ling Ze said: "Shuangxiu also depends on people. Your Majesty has time to study this, so it is better to do other things earlier. Your Majesty is young and powerful, and it is just when you are healthy, and you don't need this."

"The national teacher is right, and I don't think we should waste time on this."

That's fine, Ling Ze breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then we—"

The bookcase on the opposite side retreated silently to both sides, revealing a dark secret passage.

Ye Jingshu smiled: "Why don't we study where this road leads to, what's in it, and why the Master is so nervous, how about it?"

The last hole card... that's it.

Ling turned his head in a daze, his eyes blank: "You...how did you find out?"

Ye Jingshu coughed in a disguised way, and Ye Jingshu was too embarrassed to attack Ling Ze.This mechanism is really too simple, and it has not been cracked. First, few people come here, and second, no one probably thought that there would be a secret road in Zhaixing Tower.

"Go and have a look." Ye Jingshu turned his head to invite, "I guess you will come here from time to time recently—when I'm not around."

"Rong Ling reminds His Majesty that the Zhaixing Building is originally my territory."

With a snort, Ye Jingshu didn't answer. If he really cares, the whole world is his place.

"Sure enough, there are still ice souls, a lot of ice souls." Ye Jingshu lifted the box, counted them, and said with a tusk, "There are so many, how many years have you been saving them?"

"Since Your Majesty already knew it, why bother to tease me?" Ling Ze said with a blank expression, "If you tell me earlier, we all don't have to waste time making detours. If you want to kill or cut, just do as Your Majesty wants."

"I just guessed, and there is no evidence. Before there is no evidence, I will not do anything to someone I trust."

"Trust? Me?"

"I said so." Ye Jingshu looked at Bing Po for a long time, then turned his gaze to the stairs.The handrails of the stairs were still dusty, but the steps were clean.

"Master Guoshi has walked back and forth many times, just recently."

Ling nodded slightly.

"Aren't you going to invite me to take a look?"

The stairs lead to the ninth floor, and a little skylight leaked from above, illuminating the place.

Ye Jingshu just turned his head slightly to look at Lingze, his eyes of strange colors were shining brightly.

Ling felt that he must have been bewitched to lead Ye Jingshu to the ninth floor just by accident.

Qin Xianren is the queen of the beast god, with a high nose and deep eyes, with strange colors in his eyes, extremely affectionate, and loyal to the end.

It will take a while to go up the stairs, and the two of them walked up step by step.

"Last time, I asked you who Uncle Qing belonged to, but you didn't answer me." Ye Jingshu held Ling Ze's hand and spoke casually, "Later, I went back and thought about it. At Uncle Qing's age, he must be Those who have experienced the destruction of the Shen family are even very clear about it."

Ling could not refute.Uncle Qing is not only very clear, but also one of the main planners.The other one has turned into ashes and is gone.

"In all honesty, no one can let go of this hatred. Do you know why I guessed that there was a Bing Po in it?" Ye Jingshu turned around suddenly.The eyes are deep, and the nine-dragon crown on the forehead is inlaid with pearls, making it even more shining.

He was dressed in a black robe, with traces of light shining in, making him even taller and taller than before.

Looking at Ye Jingshu like this, Ling Ze was stunned for a moment, but soon came back to his senses: "I don't know."

"You made a mistake yourself." Ye Jingshu's tone was a little helpless, "You don't even know."

The mining history of Ice Soul is too short, and there have always been detailed records in Qindi.It is true that the Lou family was the first to use Bing Po, but it is the Shen family who really let Bing Po play its role.

After all, Ling Ze is still not very proficient in the use of ice souls. He doesn't know how far Qin Dilou's research on ice souls has reached.

"I guess, what you want to do is related to the disaster of the Shen family's extermination. It is also because of it that you have been collecting ice souls through Chen Yiyi."

At the end of the stairs, an enlarged version of the bird drooped its head quietly.

"The death of the Shen family...is related to it, and it is also related to...."

Turning around the bird, Ye Jingshu praised it without hesitation: "It's great, did you make this? It looks much more reliable than the one made by Lou's family."

Ling sneered, "It's all a problem."

Otherwise, Lou Xinming wouldn't have come all the way to learn scriptures.

"Your can't fly either." Ye Jingshu said, "But you should have more questions—"

He pointed with his hand: "With so many ice caps, it still can't support the consumption of this bird."

The block of ice was burned too badly, Ling Ze and Chen Yiyi and Sanniang simulated it several times, but they still didn't think it would work.Once the bird is activated, it will make great movements and there is no absolute certainty. He doesn't want to try it lightly.

The Shen family is gone, and this is the only thing left, and he managed to make it with the only remaining memory.

His ability only goes so far.When the Shen family was still there, he was not old enough, no matter how talented the elders were, they were afraid that he would not be able to eat too much, so they taught him step by step.After coming to Zhaixing Tower, he didn't specialize in learning this way, and spent so many years in vain. He is not a genius in the first place, and it is impossible to pick it up again.

"The old master actually belongs to the Shen family."

"According to the family tree, there is still some blood relationship. He doesn't even know where he is from."

The gap between the direct line and the offshoots within the family is also very different.

"There's one thing that I've always been hard to be sure about." Ye Jingshu hesitated, "You...killed the old master?"

On that day, when he broke into the Star Picking Tower, the old national teacher was lying on the long table covered with a white cloth. As his only apprentice, Ling didn't feel any sadness at all.

It was as if the dead were unrelated strangers.

Ling Ze said coldly, "So what if I killed him?"

Ye Jingshu remained silent, and just when Lingze thought he was going to say let it go again, and wanted to say something sarcastic, he suddenly said, "I probably will cover it up for you."

Ling was stunned.

Ye Jingshu said again: "But I always feel that you can't do this kind of thing." He always felt that although Ling Ze had a sharp mouth, he didn't look like someone who had killed someone.