I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

"Who are you?"

Concubine Sun screamed.

"Our family... ahem, I've been an **** for a long time, and I can't change my speaking habit for a while."

This man had a white face and no beard, and his voice was shrill: "The mere robbers cannot get into the eyes of the noble concubine. You should talk more with your son, so that you won't be able to see him in the future!"

When Sun Guifei thought of the chaos outside, she couldn't help trembling with fear, and hugged the sixth prince tightly.

Eunuch Wang frowned, recalling all the servants in the palace, and suddenly his heart moved.

"You are Feng Zhong from the cleaning room of the Zhidian Supervisor!"

"It's no wonder that the princes and eunuchs were highly valued by the late emperors and appointed ministers in the form of eunuchs.

Feng Zhongxian said in admiration, "We just wash the little people in the thatched hut, like the flies and maggots in the latrine, and even let the princes remember their names."

The prince said in a cold voice, "Our family is not as good as you. With the technique of disguise, we can actually control the inheritance of the dynasty."

Talking room.

The palace gate opened with a bang, and hundreds of soldiers rushed in.

He was followed by Zhao Yuan, the king of Qin, with the real Zhang Xiang on his right, holding a sharp sword in his hand, and the blade was bleeding.

"Royal father, my son is late!"

When Zhao Yuan saw Emperor Hongchang lying on the dragon bed, he instantly shed two lines of tears, whether it was sadness or excitement.

The prince asked, "His Royal Highness King Qin, why did you break into the palace gate without an edict?"

"Shut up eunuch!"

Zhao Yuan wiped away his tears and scolded: "This king received a secret report from Zhang Xiang, and Concubine Sun tried to murder the father, forged a will to push her son to the throne, and immediately brought troops to rescue, but unfortunately it was too late!"

In a few words, the political correctness of the edict was completely denied.

In the records of national history in the future, it will also be Concubine Sun and others who murdered the monarch and usurped the throne, and Zhao Yuan led his troops late at night to clear the source.

Cheng Guogong took a deep look at Zhang Zhengyang and asked, "Can this old man leave?"

"Your Highness, please!"

Zhang Zhengyang ordered someone to move out of the way, and explained to Zhao Yuan in a low voice: "Xungui's family is on a break with the country, and Duke Cheng is not a supporter of the sixth prince. He can be drawn after the event is decided."

Zhao Yuan nodded slightly and looked at the sixth prince Zhao Yi coldly.

Zhao Yi is talented and intelligent, he has already guessed what is about to happen, and he prays in a childish voice: "Second brother, the younger brother voluntarily becomes the emperor, can you spare the life of the younger brother and the mother?"

Zhao Yuan was slightly startled and hesitated a little. Usually, this younger brother is the most obedient and obedient, and he has a good relationship with several older brothers.

"His Royal Highness, cutting the grass without eradicating the roots will surely lead to future troubles!"

Zhang Zhengyang reminded: "The Sun family is in charge of the Beijing camp, and the army will arrive early tomorrow morning. At that time, it will be His Highness's turn to pray for my brother to spare his life."

"kill!"

Zhao Yuan didn't hesitate any longer and waved the order.

After a while.

Concubine Sun Gui and Zhao Yi fell in front of Emperor Hongchang, and all the other maids in Shangyang Palace died.

Mao Shi.

Baiguan entered the palace and went to Fengtian Hall for the early court.

Since the former prince failed to rebel, Emperor Hongchang came to the court in person.

Due to their old age and weakness, most of the people in the early court just ordered a 卯.

In the end, he entered Fengtian Hall and looked up to see a middle-aged man sitting on the dragon chair.

Feng Zhong, who was temporarily promoted to the **** in front of the palace, took out the Ming Huang edict and read it out, to the effect that the first emperor died last night, leaving the edict to be succeeded by Zhao Yuan, the king of Qin.

The civil and military officials looked at each other, not knowing whether to cry or visit.

Zhang Zhengyang took the lead in bowing and shouting long live His Majesty.

The others suddenly understood, three times and nine bows, and they recognized Zhao Yuan as the new ruler.

……

Chenjiagou.

All the defeated troops were killed by the group of ghosts, and the flesh and blood were eaten up, leaving only the pale bones.

Zhou Yi carefully sensed the changes in the group of ghosts, and found that after they devoured the souls and flesh, most of the auras grew slightly stronger, and there was a fierceness.

Another small part of the ghosts, after the death of all, turned into blue smoke and dissipated.

Chen old man's grievances brought the villagers' ghosts, and they all knelt down and kowtowed to Zhou Yi.

"Thank you, Lord Eng!"

Zhou Yi asked, "What are your plans in the future?"

The old man Chen said, "It's natural to disperse the remnant soul and reincarnate as soon as possible."

"So good."

Zhou Yi nodded slightly, if not stimulated by the An Zhai Talisman, the group of ghosts would not even be able to manifest their body shape, and it only took three or five days to disappear.

There is no entrusted spiritual object, and there is no way to refine the soul, and even the ghosts and ghosts cannot do it.

Chen's ability to maintain his intelligence and the magic of spewing ghost mist is due to his sensible reading before his death, and his soul is far more tenacious and stronger than ordinary people.

Old Man Chen prayed, "I still need to trouble my father to dig a pit and bury my body in the ground. There is no need to dig a pit and erect a monument separately. Anyway, no one will pay tribute in the future."

Zhou Yi nodded in agreement, determined to find a treasured place for Feng Shui, and join a wealthy family in the next life.

When the group of ghosts heard this, they kowtowed again and thanked them.

Among the common people, there are masters who are good at feng shui. Through various formulas and secret techniques, they find the so-called dragon cave. However, in the eyes of monks, they are no more than trivial techniques. Where the magic power senses the world, the heaven and the earth, where the spiritual energy is clear and strong, it must be a treasure land of feng shui.

Then.

Old Man Chen led the way, Zhou Yi found a trailer and went from house to house to collect the corpses.

All kinds of deaths are unbearable.

After Zhou Yi found the corpse, some weaker ghosts dissipated with the wind on the spot, and the slightly stronger ghosts became more and more transparent.

Filled with a carload of corpses, Zhou Yi searched for a feng shui treasure near Chenjiagou, stomped his feet and opened a big pit.

After the corpse was buried in the ground, those ghosts that were originally faint completely disappeared.

Zhou Yi saw this scene~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and had some guesses in his heart: "Perhaps the funeral custom of being buried in the ground is derived from this, and it can effectively reduce the harm of evil spirits and ghosts to the world!"

The corpses of the second car were more than half loaded, and they came to a small farmyard.

"This is Shuan Zhu's family. His daughter Ya'er is only two years old. What a sin!"

Old Man Chen glanced at the sparse ghosts, but did not find Shuanzhu.

Zhou Yi raised his brows, heard breathing in his ears, and said, "Maybe there are still people alive here?"

When old man Chen heard the words, his excited soul was unstable, he got into the house and got out again.

"Chen Ya'er is alive!"

Zhou Yi pushed open the door and went in, and saw two corpses lying on the bed, the man was stabbed in the abdomen, and the woman's neck was cut in half.

The two died embracing each other, the bed was dyed black and red with blood, and the sound of breathing came from below.

Zhou Yi opened the corpse and opened the quilt, which contained a little baby girl.

He looks like two or three years old, pink and tender, and seems to be hungry.

As soon as the quilt wrapped around her disappeared, the baby girl struggled to turn over, crawled onto her mother's body and scratched at random.

"My lord!"

Old Man Chen knelt down and kowtowed again: "Chen Ya'er is the only seedling in the village. I pray that my benefactor will provide me with food to support adults."

"Get up."

Zhou Yi pondered for a moment, and was alone for nearly thirty years, at ease.

I don’t want to have many people in my family. First of all, the fruit of the longevity cannot be exposed, and secondly, I don’t have any experience in raising children. If something goes wrong, my conscience will be uneasy.

However, Zhou Yi couldn't be ruthless no matter what, watching the little girl starve to death.

"Brother Chen, I have a last resort, but I will bring Chen Ya'er back to Shenjing and help her find a good family."

"Visit often to ensure a lifetime of peace and joy!"