Looking for Gong Ji

At morning time the next morning, Xie Xuanyi, who had always been lazy and procrastinated, did not come over.

Although the presence or absence of the emperor who ignored the government due to illness a few years ago does not affect the overall situation, Xie Cangqiong, the regent, showed a worried expression on his face. He turned his head and looked at the empty dragon chair, feeling lighthearted. He sighed, in fact, more than anyone else, he hoped that Xie Xuanyi's health would get better soon, and as for the throne, it was not what he wanted.

"Your Majesty, do you want to call the imperial doctor?"

The servant Mingshun was supposed to serve Xie Xuanyi to go to court, but when he entered the room, he saw His Majesty the Emperor lying on the bed with a pale face, and there were pools of blood on the ground.

Xie Xuanyi took a breath and waved his hands.

He didn't expect that he would fall into this little nephew's way, and that seemingly ordinary palm would actually have a counterproductive effect on his own luck and breath adjustment.made his injuries worse.

At this point, if the imperial doctor comes here, it will be exposed that he, as the Ninth Five-Year Lord, practiced the martial arts of the Devil's Sect, and then he will cause more troubles.

Xie Xuanyi thought about it, such vicious martial arts must have been created by someone deliberately following his own martial arts, so how could it be easy for someone to cure him?

After finally finding a way to regain his glory, Xie Xuanyi didn't know whether to be happy or worried when he was seriously injured in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly he remembered Yan Zheng, his little nephew who assassinated him last night, he should be happily staying in the dungeon now, after all, his palm hurt him enough.

Yan Zheng knew that Xie Xuanyi would definitely come to see him, and by this time he should have noticed the weirdness of his palm.

Originally, it would be difficult to kill Xie Xuanyi according to his martial arts, but it is still possible to hurt him with a palm with all his strength. My master has already figured this out, so he sent himself here with confidence, Xie Xuanyi If he doesn't go back to the Asura Cult to get a cure for this injury, then his life will not be long.

However, it was too late for everyone in the Asura Cult to hate him, so how could they save him...

Outside the cold iron fence, Xie Xuanyi stood tall. He smiled at Yan Zheng who was sitting silently with his hands behind his back, "Little nephew, this palm is so cruel."

"This set of palm techniques was created by the master painstakingly based on your uncle's martial arts methods, in order to seriously injure you."

Yan Zheng explained in a low voice, but he didn't raise his head. He seemed a little afraid to look at Xie Xuanyi who was injured by him.

"That's all. You and I are just performing our duties. I am for the world, and you are for the Asura Sect. There is nothing we can do about it."

Hearing the sense of indebtedness in Yan Zheng's words, Xie Xuanyi smiled openly, asked someone to open the cell door, and walked in.

Yan Zheng was chained tightly to the wall at this moment, unable to move at all.

"Why is it locked so tightly?"

Seeing the bruises on Yan Zheng's wrist, Xie Xuanyi frowned slightly, and just turned around to ask for the key, only to find that the guard had been pushed back by him just now.

Yan Zheng took a deep breath, raised his head abruptly, and fixed his gaze on Xie Xuanyi.

"Uncle, you can kill me. I will not betray the holy religion, let alone the master."

"I don't want you to betray them either."

Xie Xuanyi looked at Yan Zheng's serious face with a funny face, and sighed softly.

His eyes wandered over Yan Zheng's young and handsome face, and an ambiguous smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth. Many years ago, Xie Xuanyi could tell that Yan Zheng must be a handsome man when he grew up. More heroic than I imagined.

"Tell me, will Uncle Shi be tortured by this palm injury repeatedly in the future, and then die of illness?"

"Perhaps. The master wanted to kill you very much, so he exhausted his heart and energy to create this set of vicious palm techniques. In the future, your meridians will gradually become congested, your internal energy will also disappear, and finally your limbs will be useless, and your internal organs will be exhausted..."

Probably thinking of Xie Xuanyi's miserable situation in the future, Yan Zheng stopped talking at this point and didn't say any more.

"Tsk, I didn't expect my brother to hate me so much."

Xie Xuanyi lowered his eyes with a half-smile, covered his chest and coughed. The more he coughed, the more anxious he was, and finally he forced out a mouthful of hot blood.

"Uncle Master!"

There was pain in Yan Zheng's eyes, and he breathed out unconsciously.

On the contrary, Xie Xuanyi calmly wiped away the blood, shook his head at him, and told him, "Don't call me Shishu here, unless you want to be dumb."

His eyes were bright, and when he stared at Yan Zheng, there was an undeniable kingly intent, and Yan Zheng nodded slightly under the gaze of this cold and sharp gaze.

"Your Majesty, if you can change the policy of suppressing the Asura Cult, maybe the master will heal your wounds in friendship, at least, he won't just watch you die."

"Do you think the imperial court is one-sided? The cabinet ministers and the regent who handles political affairs for me are afraid that they will not agree. Although I am the emperor, what can I do? The civil and military people of the Manchu Dynasty and the people of the world have hated the Asura Sect for a long time, and I will ascend the throne." Afterwards, it was precisely because of the vigorous and vigorous suppression of the Asura Cult that the throne was firmly established, how can it be lost today because of this?"

After Xie Xuanyi said a word, Yan Zheng had nothing to say, he could only lower his head silently, and stopped looking at Xie Xuanyi's eyes that seemed to see through his heart.

Suddenly, Yan Zheng's ears warmed up, and Xie Xuanyi was pressed against his ears at some point.

"Silly boy, uncle knows that you are soft-hearted, but it doesn't matter. The world is so big, there are many capable people and strange people. I don't believe that no one can heal this injury. You and I haven't seen each other for several years. Before you know it, you both He is a young man, much better-looking than your master who has a dead face all day long..."

Xie Xuanyi's gentle voice was like a feather, scratching Yan Zheng's heart lightly. He never expected that Xie Xuanyi would say this to him, but when he heard it, he couldn't help but feel happy.

Immediately afterwards, Xie Xuanyi's hand began to walk over his face, gently stroking his handsome facial features.

Could it be that Uncle Master is thinking... Yan Zheng's face turned red, and then he said softly, "Uncle Master, please respect yourself."