Someone always hinders my strategy

In the smoky hall, an old man in a dragon robe was lying on his side with his eyes closed.

In fact, it is wrong to say that he is an old man. Judging by his age, he is only 50 to [-] years old, which is the prime of life, but he looks like an octogenarian, dying of old age.

Suddenly, a servant came forward, bent down and whispered in his ear: "Your Majesty, the Third Prince is begging to see you."

"Oh?" The emperor slightly opened his eyes. His eyes were a little cloudy, and he looked a little sleepy. Although he was a little unhappy because he was woken up, he heard that it was the third prince who came, and there was a flash of interest in his eyes. He said, "Let him in. .”

Mo Minglan walked into the main hall and frowned when he smelled the smoke in the hall. After seeing the bright yellow on top of the soft cave, he calmed down his brow and bowed to salute: "See father."

"Why is Lan'er interested in coming to me today? Have the state affairs been dealt with?" A few days ago, the emperor was unwell, and he handed over all important affairs of the country to Mo Minglan and several ministers he trusted very much. Therefore, Mo Minglan didn't come to him immediately.After pretending to be in a hurry to deal with the important affairs of the middle school, Mo Minglan finally found a suitable time.

"Thanks to the few ministers left behind by my father, my son has finally lived up to my father's expectations." Mo Minglan said with a bow, "The reason why my son came here today is because I recently met a man of cultivation. The high-spirited Taoist priest, thinking that the emperor is very interested in this, wants to introduce him."

"Oh?" The emperor seemed to be interested, and asked casually: "Then he can refine medicine?"

Mo Minglan was taken aback for a moment, seeing the emperor's expression and questioning attitude, he had some guesses in his heart, thinking about what Wanjiao had said, he slightly revised his words: "The Taoist priest once said that monks are very good at , and what he is best at is slaying demons and demons."

The emperor frowned when he heard this: "So, will he or won't he?" After all, he has been the emperor for so many years, and Mo Minglan can clearly hear the concept of stealing in his words.

"This... Excuse me, I don't know, but I brought him into the palace today, and the emperor can ask him."

The emperor took a deep look at him and did not speak. After a long time, until the cold sweat dripped from Mo Minglan's back, he said, "Send him into the palace."

Wan Yan heard him being announced in the hall, grabbed the little fox sleeping on his shoulder and put it under his clothes, then Shi Shiran walked in, and when he reached a similar position, he saluted the emperor as a monk, saying: : "See Your Majesty."

"Are you the Daoist that Lan'er said?" The emperor looked at Wan Yan, thinking that Mo Minglan would bring an old man with a white beard to pretend, but he didn't expect such a handsome person. It's more suitable to be that male pet...

Feeling the color in the emperor's eyes, Wan Yao felt a little displeased, but on the surface he pretended to say: "Poverty Qinghe, seeing that the dragon spirit in the capital is fading, I asked the third prince for help in order to see His Majesty."

Mo Minglan was startled, why did this man speak so bluntly?I'm afraid it will make my father angry...

Unexpectedly, the emperor laughed and said: "Hahahaha! The dragon energy is fading? Have you ever seen my country? How could it be fading?" At this point, he narrowed his eyes, and even with the change of aura, the whole Everyone was in danger, "Where did you come from? How dare you speak so shamelessly, believe it or not, I let the national teacher accept you!"

Wan Yan stood in the hall with a cold expression, completely unaffected by this momentum, and only glanced at the emperor coldly: "Your Majesty's country is so powerful, and the poor have never deceived him. As for His Majesty's national teacher... I haven't seen it yet, but I don't know what kind of person it is." ..."

"Oh? What kind of person do you think I am?" Suddenly, a voice came from outside the hall, followed by the voices of countless servants, "See Master Guoshi".

Wan Yao turned around and looked around, and saw a middle-aged Taoist strolling forward, his face was white and beardless, his whole body had the feeling of a bone fairy, and he was holding a jade box in his hand. When he saw the emperor, he smiled and said: " Your Majesty, your golden elixir has been refined."

Taking advantage of this, Mo Minglan winked at Wan Yao, and asked if this person was the demon cultivator Wan Yan had mentioned earlier.

However, Wan Yan frowned, closed his eyes and shook his head after a long time.

Not only is it not a demon cultivator, judging from the aura of this person, what he is practicing is the Tianxuanzong technique.

"It seems that this fellow Taoist has affirmed my identity?" The national teacher turned around, looked at Wanjiao and smiled, "I just don't know what you mean when you say that your dragon energy has faded? Could it be that fellow Taoist has practiced some hope?" Qi Taoism?"

"Don't you know the art of looking forward to Qi?" Suddenly, Wan Yao asked such a question.

The national teacher was taken aback for a moment, he seemed to be very distressed and frowned, and then said: "Is it because I have been away from the world of cultivating immortals for too long? Could it be that everyone there now knows the art of hope?"

"it's not true."

"Why did fellow Daoist ask me that?"

Wan Yao lowered his eyes: "There is no one in the Tianxuan Sect who is not good at divination, and the technique of looking at Qi is the foundation. How can you not?"

The national teacher frowned, and just about to say something, he saw a little fox crawling out of Wanjiao's collar, looking at him ignorantly, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and then looked at the handsome man in front of him, a Thoughts arise from the bottom of my heart.

He changed what he originally wanted to say, and only said: "I don't know if you are..."

Wan Yan replied: "Ling Tianzong Qinghe."

The national teacher frowned again, it was a bit different from what he thought, but whether it was the person he was thinking of, or Ling Tianzong, they were all... the target he wanted to take revenge on!

So a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly asked: "Then what is the relationship between this fellow Taoist and my present concubine?"

As soon as these words came out, Mo Minglan suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the emperor, who was a little drowsy after listening to their greetings, also opened his eyes suddenly, with a cold light in his eyes.

Wan Yan felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, but he just said blankly, "I don't know who this concubine is?"

"It's just a sinful woman." Suddenly, the emperor said, "Master, you mentioned her all of a sudden, you have to explain why, I ordered her to be kept quiet."

Mo Minglan suddenly felt a little strange when he heard the words. His biological mother died early, but it was Concubine Jin who raised him up. It was just that Concubine Jin died inexplicably. He also wanted to find out, but he couldn't find out. Did the emperor keep his mouth shut?

The national teacher bowed to the emperor, and took out a portrait from his sleeve: "Your Majesty, I recently heard that someone is looking for a person. This person is the woman in the portrait, and this woman..." He handed the painting up .

The emperor took the painting, opened it, and was furious: "Bold! How dare you lie to me!" Then he threw the painting down.

Wan Yan stepped forward to pick up the painting, and it was indeed the one he had given to Wentian before, but somehow it got into the hands of the national teacher.

Mo Minglan also came over to take a look, and immediately covered his mouth in surprise: "It's really the concubine mother!" Then he frowned again, although he didn't know what happened back then, but one thing is clear, the current emperor hates her very much. Today's concubine.He looked at Wanjiao. At this moment, he could only see how he answered. If the answer was not good, it might affect himself who recommended him.

Although Wan Yan was shocked in his heart, he didn't show it on his face, he just said: "This woman is the person whom the elders of the sect asked me to help find before I left the sect. If your majesty knows where this person is, he can just hand over something to me... ..."

Suddenly he felt Mo Minglan tugging at the corner of his clothes, he turned his head slightly, only to hear Mo Minglan whispering in his ear: "Mother Concubine has passed away..."

Wan Yao paused, and then said: "In that case, I will go back to the sect and tell the elders that it is."

"Slow down." Suddenly, the national teacher looked over, with malice in his eyes, "I thought fellow daoists were my equals, but now it seems that I'm afraid it's not."

Wan Yao frowned: "What do you mean?"

"Do you know that this concubine is a demon cultivator!" The national teacher suddenly shouted, "Since the elders of your sect and her are old acquaintances, your sect will not be the famous Lingtian sect, don't hide it, demon cultivator! "

Wan Yan was taken aback for a moment, only to feel that the national teacher's accusation was somewhat inexplicable: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Nonsense? You were the one who spoke nonsense from the beginning!" The national teacher turned around and bowed in the direction of the emperor, "Your Majesty, please allow me to kill this demon cultivator!"

As he said that, he took out a stack of talisman papers from nowhere and threw them in the direction of Wan Yan and Mo Minglan. Then he made a spell with his fingers, and quickly chanted a spell in his mouth. Suddenly, lightning flashed and thunder thundered, shooting directly at the two of them.

Wan Yan hurriedly pulled Mo Minglan back to dodge, Wu Xiang sword was unsheathed, and a sword energy swung out, but it couldn't withstand several spells, so he had to take a few steps back in embarrassment.

"If you want to fight with me, why does it affect mortals?"

The national teacher stepped forward and said with a soft smile: "The third prince colluded with Moxiu, so I will naturally clear the door for His Majesty."

Wan Yao frowned, but Mo Minglan patted him on the shoulder reassuringly behind him: "Since he is determined to kill you, he will not leave me alive, Daoist, you must fight hard, the lives of you and me are at stake." It's all tied to you!"

Wan Yao understood this, but it was not because of this that made him frown, but because of the system alarm that kept ringing in his mind.

"Alert! Alert! It is detected that the pillar of the world may die. Once the pillar of the world dies, the world will collapse!"

Wan Yao rubbed his forehead and asked in his heart: "What pillar of the world?"

"The seven people captured by the host are the pillars of this world. Once they die abnormally due to the insertion of the host during the non-raid period, this world will collapse."

Wan Yao frowned, and didn't go into details, just asked: "There is something wrong with the national teacher, is there something hidden on his body?" He didn't check carefully before, but at least he didn't feel that the national teacher was so strong that he couldn't resist However, the reality is that he can't even resist a blow from the national teacher.

"Zi... the system detects it as... Nascent Soul Stage."

"National Infant Stage? Impossible, it is impossible for a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator to stay in the mortal world for so long!" The mortal world lacks aura and cannot satisfy a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator at all. The longer he stays, the lower and lower his cultivation will be .

But no matter what, the opposite is a genuine Nascent Soul stage monk, the difference in cultivation is already terrible, and behind him there is a pillar of the world that must be protected.

It's really... an incredible situation!

"Oh." Suddenly, a sigh sounded from Wanjiao's ear, and a familiar figure appeared in his field of vision. His long silver hair fluttered in a beautiful arc with the wind. Turning around with unspeakable emotion, he met those familiar golden eyes, "Ah Qing, we meet again."

Knowing that he almost wanted to cry.

The author has something to say:

Cough, I ran around for a whole day yesterday, and fell asleep holding the computer when I came back, and then I started coding very late today, so I won’t make up for it, let’s double update tomorrow, and I won’t have any revisions today, I have to go to bed early and get up early, and strive Update early tomorrow→→

Hmm...Ai Ai is on the stage, I feel that it won't be very painful even if there is a double change tomorrow><Every time I write about him, I will involve various settings, and it is very refreshing to write~