Dafeng Night Watchman

Chapter 500: Chapter 500 Hidden Dragon City



Stargazing Tower, Bagua Terrace.

Song Qing climbed onto the Bagua Terrace and bowed to the back of the Supervisor:

"Teacher, Wei Yuan's body has been reshaped, but only the human soul remains. The heaven and earth souls are missing. If the two souls cannot be found, he will never wake up."

The Supervisor glanced at him coldly and said, "Didn't you give him the materials for refining the soul-calling bell?"

Song Qing showed a trace of embarrassment. After all, the teacher had said before that Xu Qian'an should not be told that Wei Yuan was still alive.

He had been patient until now, and when the overall situation was settled, he told the alchemy genius Xu Gongzi that Wei Yuan still had a glimmer of hope, and asked him to collect materials for refining the soul-calling bell.

Song Qing, who disobeyed the teacher's order, was only a little bit, as if this was normal, and said regretfully:

"But this cultivation..."

The Supervisor said slowly: "With his qualifications, it is a pity to take the path of a warrior. The crude warrior is not suitable for him."

Then he was silent and said nothing more.

Song Qing continued, "It's a pity that Master Xu has left Beijing. Junior Sister Zhong Li has to enter the sealed place at the bottom of the building again. I don't know when she can successfully overcome her misfortune."

"It won't be too long."

The Supervisor looked at the distant horizon..

"You have been in the field of alchemy for too long. When will you be promoted to the fifth rank?"

The Supervisor retracted his gaze and looked at Song Qing.

Song Qing showed a puzzled expression and asked back, "Why do you want to be promoted?"

The Supervisor was silent for a while, then looked at the distant horizon again, and ignored the four disciples.

At the bottom of the Stargazing Tower.

Oil lamps illuminated the space, casting a dim light.

Zhong Li was wearing a linen robe, with a pair of bright eyes reflecting the candlelight under her messy long hair, and walked slowly in the deep and quiet corridor.

When passing by a room, a man's voice came from inside:

"Are you Junior Sister Zhong Li?"

Zhong Li paused and stopped in front of the door, her voice soft: "Yeah!"

"Why are you back again? That guy said he would bear the bad luck for you, but he sent you back every other day." Yang Qianhuan snorted twice.

There are three floors underground in the Star Observation Tower, which are used to imprison prisoners who are extremely evil but have too high cultivation. After all, ordinary cells cannot hold fifth or fourth rank prisoners.

However, there are not many warriors who can be imprisoned in the bottom of the Star Observation Tower, and these people usually don't live long, so the prison at the bottom of the Star Observation Tower is very quiet.

Instead, Yang Qianhuan and Zhong Li are frequent visitors.

It is worth mentioning that these two have fixed "private rooms" on the first floor. Zhong Li's room is set up by the Supervisor himself to help her suppress bad luck. Yang Qianhuan's room is also set up by the Supervisor himself to prevent him from escaping.

"He, he left the capital..." Zhong Li said with some sadness. "It's good to leave the capital. Wei Yuan is dead, and he has no backer. If he doesn't leave the capital now, will he wait for the old emperor to settle accounts with him?" Yang Qianhuan sneered, feeling both happy and disappointed. He was happy because Xu Qiyan was gone, and the capital would be the only one for him, Yang Qianhuan. He was disappointed because Xu Qiyan was gone, and he felt a sense of loneliness as if his life confidant had gone away and he was the only one left standing at the top of the mountain. "The emperor is dead? He won't settle accounts with him." Zhong Li said in a low voice. The emperor is dead? Yang Qianhuan was shocked and said blankly:

"Yuan Jing has achieved great success in cultivation. His life span should not be so short." Zhong Li said concisely: "Xu Qian'an killed him."

The room suddenly became quiet. After a while, Yang Qianhuan's trembling voice came:

"During the time when I was locked up here by my teacher, did something big happen in the capital again?"

Zhong Li said "um": "Xu Qian'an he..."

"Don't, don't tell me, please don't tell me!"

Yang Qianhuan interrupted immediately, saying that he didn't want to listen. It was all

nonsense.

Zhong Li said "oh" and was about to leave. After a few steps, Yang Qianhuan's slightly sharp voice came from behind:

"No? Don't leave, Junior Sister, I am still..."

He paused and said with a tone of regret:

"I can't resist the temptation of that man."

Zhong Li returned to the door.

"Why did he kill the emperor? The old emperor is the ruler of a country? The world will not tolerate the regicide? His reputation that he has worked so hard to build up? It will be

destroyed in an instant. Wait, can he kill the emperor?!"

Just after he finished speaking, Yang Qianhuan heard Zhong Li's soft voice:

"He is a third-rank official. The emperor deserves death. The people cheered."

She can't tell stories, but with such a short sentence, heavy breathing sounds came from the

room.

"This, this..."

Gulping, as if swallowing saliva: "Can you tell me about it?"

Zhong Li briefly told Yang Qianhuan what had happened during this period of time. She told the story in a straightforward and short manner, just to restore the course of events, without too much description.

But the breathing sounds in the room became heavier.

"Damn it, damn it..."

The sound of pounding on the wall was heard, accompanied by Yang Qianhuan's envious

voice:

"Why does he get to do all the limelight? The emperor is tyrannical, so Xu should kill him? Why not Yang? I envy him so much...

"Kill the emperor, the people of the whole capital will applaud, all the loyal and upright people will praise him, and he will become famous and the topic of countless people. He won't have to pay for the food when he goes out..."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Yang Qianhuan imagined that the people of the capital were cheering and shouting "God is not good!" "If Yang Qianhuan was born, Dafeng would be like a long night forever", shouting "Young Master Yang is the conscience of Dafeng", then he stood on a high place, with his back to the crowd, and said leisurely:

There is no one like me in the world who invites the bright moon to pick the stars.

Thinking about it, Young Master Yang couldn't help trembling.

It can be predicted that Xu Qian'an will be remembered in history and leave several heavy and colorful marks in the history of Dafeng.

"This bastard, it's fine to be in the limelight in the eyes of the world, but he also wants to be in the limelight in front of future generations... But, but such behavior, I really can't imitate

it, I'm so unwilling."

Zhong Li comforted: "If Senior Brother Yang was here, he would definitely be remembered in history, but it's a pity that Senior Brother is in seclusion at the bottom of the building."

"What, what do you mean?"

Yang Qianhuan's voice was a little trembling.

"Chu Yuanzhen, Li Miaozhen and others intercepted the emperor's clone outside the city and

made outstanding contributions. They were nominated in the notice this morning. Also, Xu Qian'an told me at that time that it would be good if Senior Brother Yang had not been in

seclusion.

"Your teleportation technique is very useful, but it's a pity that you are locked up here by the

teacher."

After Zhong Li finished speaking, Yang Qianhuan didn't respond for a long time. She seemed

to realize that she had said something wrong, so she shrank her head and slipped away in

small steps.

A few seconds later, Yang Qianhuan's heart-wrenching cry came from behind:

"It's better not to stay in this Sitianjian!!!"

........

Yunzhou.

Where the mountains overlap, the majestic city is built on the mountain, and the houses and

attics are hidden in the woods. The flow of people is very lively.

The name of this city is - Qianlong!

The city has a population of more than 200,000, composed of Yunzhou people, Jianghu wanderers, desperadoes and the army, living half on farming and half on hunting.

The most powerful person in the city is the city lord. Under his governance, Qianlong City is in

good order, and even the desperadoes who come to surrender have to restrain their violent

temperament.

Those who were dissatisfied with the Dafeng court called Qianlong City a pure land and the

city lord a wise lord.

As for the people who were originally captured from all over Yunzhou to increase the population, they settled down here because they were relatively wealthy. For the lower-class people, as long as they could eat and wear warm clothes, it didn't matter where they settled

down.

Outside Qianlong City, there were mountain strongholds for garrisoning troops, responsible for looting, serving as defensive sentries, and training new soldiers. Outside the city, a group of soldiers led more than 300 militiamen to cut down trees and

widen roads, preparing to consolidate the foundation in this area and build new houses to accommodate the refugees who had just been accommodated.

The leader was a handsome young man, shirtless, holding a big axe in his hand, chopping

trees one by one.

His muscles bulged with his movements, full of masculine beauty.

An old man in a Taoist robe stood aside, watching the young master who was obviously a high-level cultivator, but was chopping trees as hard as an ordinary man.

The old Taoist sighed and said, "Young Master, this area has too good Feng Shui. It's really a

waste of natural resources to let refugees live there."

"It's okay, it's okay. We are all family members in Qianlong City."

The strong young man wiped his sweat and continued to cut trees.

The old Taoist named Jiaoye smiled freely. He was originally a wandering Taoist. He learned a

lot. He knew a little bit of human swordsmanship, a little bit of earth merit and virtue, and a little bit of mountain medicine, fortune-telling and divination.

A few years ago, because he was angry at the dog officials who oppressed the good people, he killed people in anger and was wanted by the local government. Later, he wandered to Yunzhou and entered Qianlong City by chance.

After staying here for a few years, he was appreciated by the seventh son of the city lord, Ji Xuan, the young man in front of him, and was recruited as a guest official.

The old Taoist was a little nervous at first. After all, he was used to being an idle cloud and

wild crane. He didn't know the rules and didn't want to know them. He couldn't do the work of

serving others.

Unexpectedly, this young master was even more carefree than him. He spent his days wandering around the city, drinking and gambling with desperadoes, and chatting with the common people about prey and harvest.

He was also good at work, doing it himself, working with soldiers and laborers.

In Qianlong City, anyone who mentioned Young Master Ji Xuan would smile in a friendly

manner.

The old Taoist of Jiao Ye said angrily:

"Young Master, now that Ji Qian is dead, you should also show your edge and compete for the

position of heir. Why are you still so lazy? You used to keep a low profile, and I understand. If

you don't compete now, when will you?"

The young man smiled with narrowed eyes:

"Master, those things are mine only if my father gave them to me. If he didn't give them to

me, I couldn't take them away."

The old Taoist of Banana Leaf stamped his feet angrily: "Then you have to show your ability."

The young man stopped chopping, raised the axe in his hand, and smiled brightly: "I have

been doing it."

At this time, an armored guard came and said loudly: "Master Ji Xuan, the city lord ordered you to go to the Star Observation Pavilion."

The young man and the old Taoist smiled at each other.

The Star Observation Pavilion is on the top of the mountain, and you can see far away from a

high place.

Ji Xuan put on a brand new blue robe, followed the stone steps laid in the mountains, and

finally came to a forest garden.

"Master Xuan!"

The guard outside the forest garden bowed and clasped his fists.

Ji Xuan greeted the guard with a smile, paused, and chatted for a few words slowly before

entering the small garden.

After passing through the courtyard and the attics, Ji Xuan stopped outside a small garden, and two black-clothed guards stood at the door.

This is his father, the Black Shadow Guard of the Lord of Qianlong City.

The Black Shadow Guards are not many, but each of them has a cultivation level of at least the

fifth rank.

The two Black Shadow Guards bowed and did not greet them.

In front of them, Ji Xuan restrained his smile, politely clasped his fists, and then entered the

garden.

He came to a loft with ease and said respectfully: "Father, the Imperial Master."

The door of the loft opened automatically, and a mellow and gentle voice came from inside:

"Come in!"

Ji Xuan stepped over the threshold and entered the lobby on the first floor.

The candlelight was bright, the curtains were low, the floor of the lobby was covered with

expensive knitted lichens, and there were four-legged golden beasts on the table, emitting curling sandalwood.

The middle-aged man in a purple robe sat on a big chair, looking at Ji Xuan with a dignified

look. This is his seventh son, the seventh son who is not doing his job properly.

"Father!"

Ji Xuan looked straight ahead, bowed again, and called out.

Then, he looked behind the low-hanging curtain, and the man in white sitting cross-legged,

squinting his eyes and smiling: "National Master!"

The middle-aged man in purple robe slowly said: "The spirit of the dragon vein has been

destroyed, and the foundation of Dafeng has been reduced. It can be predicted that the

Central Plains will be in chaos."

Ji Xuan smiled and said:

"Congratulations, father, congratulations to the national master, you will accomplish great

things."

The man in white sitting cross-legged was silent.

The middle-aged man in purple robe shook his head and said regretfully: "Although the

dragon vein is destroyed, the luck has not been taken out."

This... Ji Xuan showed a look of surprise, and his gentle and approachable face showed a little

seriousness, saying: "The national master personally took action, but it didn't work?"

The white behind the curtain said "Hey":

"Not only did it fail, he almost died in the capital. I have never underestimated the supervisor, but I underestimated him."

Hearing this, Ji Xuan narrowed his eyes. Even the national master almost died in the capital. It

is conceivable how tragic the fight was at that time.

The "he" that the Imperial Master was talking about was the vessel in the capital, his cousin

Xu Qi'an?

What did Xu Qi'an do? From what the Imperial Master said, it seemed that he had fallen flat

on his face.

He had always been paying attention to his cousin who was born as a vessel. No, to be precise, everyone in their lineage was paying attention to him secretly.

Didn't Ji Qian, the legitimate son who was highly expected by the family, become jealous

because of his constant attention? He used the excuse of traveling outside to provoke trouble, and was killed by Xu Qi'an in Jianzhou.

Xu Qi'an was a natural talent, and everyone knew it, but it was hard to believe that he could destroy the Imperial Master's plan and almost make the Imperial Master stumble. The man in white behind the curtain sighed, "He is already a third-rank warrior, and he has

known my identity for a long time, and has made some plans in secret. He and the Supervisor have joined forces, and no one in the world can outsmart these two." Third-rank... Ji Xuan, who has a superior talent and is even more talented than his legitimate

son Ji Qian, narrowed his eyes and said with a click of the tongue:

"My cousin is probably the best person in Jiuzhou today. A good father will have a good son."

A third-rank warrior in his early twenties is unique among his peers in Jiuzhou.

The middle-aged man in purple robe said, "His cultivation has been sealed by the Demon Sealing Nail, and his martial arts path has been cut off." Ji Xuan nodded and looked at the man in white behind the curtain.

Xu Pingfeng said: "The only one in Buddhism who is willing to unseal the magic nail for him

is Du'e Luohan, but this means that he has to enter Buddhism, build a Buddha body, and be

free from the four elements.

"Outside Buddhism, the only one who can unseal the magic nail is Shenshu. He should look

for the remains of Shenshu, which will inevitably conflict with Buddhism."

Ji Xuansong commented: "What a pity."

The middle-aged man in purple robe looked at him and said in a deep voice: "Xuan'er, I

summoned you here this time for a test."

Ji Xuan bowed: "Please let me know, father."

The middle-aged man in purple robe said slowly:

"The spirit of the dragon veins fell apart and scattered all over the Central Plains. The rest of

the scattered dragon energy does not need to be taken care of, but there are nine dragon

energies that are crucial. You go to the rivers and lakes, find the people who host the nine dragon energies, and subdue them. "Of the nine people, kill four and keep five. Bring the five back to Qianlong City to enhance our

luck. The four will be refined with the formation and assisted by the blood pill to help you

enter the third rank."

While speaking, the middle-aged man in purple robe took out a red sandalwood box from his

sleeve.

Ji Xuan's eyes fell on the box and could not move away.

The middle-aged man in purple robe opened the box. On the yellow silk was a dark crimson

pill the size of an egg.

"This was left behind by one of our ancestors who was seriously injured by Emperor Wuzong

five hundred years ago and was dying. It is a shortcut for the fourth rank to be promoted to the third rank, but only people with great luck can withstand the backlash of the blood pill. "The national teacher has calculated that four dragon qi are enough for you to refine the blood pill and be promoted to the third rank. "

Blood pills are indeed precious, but as a top force with sufficient foundation, it is not difficult

to obtain them. In addition to the remains of third-grade warriors, blood pills can also be

obtained by refining living creatures.

The difficulty is that if a fourth-grade wants to take the shortcut of swallowing blood pills, it

is almost certain to die.

Either you are a third-grade warrior, not afraid of the backlash of blood pills, but can enhance

your own blood and qi; or you have great luck, and only with luck can you hope to survive the

backlash.

The representative of the former is King Zhenbei, and the representative of the latter is Xu

Qian'an.

Of course, Xu Qian'an not only has great luck, but his body has also been slightly transformed

by the divine blood essence, which is a double insurance.

Ji Xuan took a deep breath, stretched out his hands with slightly trembling, and said loudly:

"The child will not disappoint his father's expectations." What he received with both hands was not only a huge gift, but also a kind of inheritance. Although his father had never designated an heir, Ji Qian, as the eldest son, was recognized by

everyone as the strongest competitor. A group of brothers were eager to make a move and competed secretly.

Father gave him this test, and what this brocade box meant was self-evident. After Ji Xuan took the brocade box, he suddenly felt something was wrong and pondered:

"The spirit of the dragon vein is of great importance. Although the child has confidence, it is

not safe enough. Why doesn't the national teacher do it himself?"

The white-clothed man behind the curtain said lightly: "I was hit by the backlash of luck and

was seriously injured. I need to retreat and recuperate."

Backlash of luck, doesn't it mean that the luck was not extracted from Xu Qian'an?...... Ji Xuan

didn't ask much, and said:

"Ji Xuan understands."

The middle-aged man in purple robe said: "I will send several masters from the Guest Hall to

help you find the spirit of the dragon vein. We will set off in three days."

"Yes!"

Ji Xuan said.

The purple-robed man waved his hand. After Ji Xuan went down, he looked at the white-

robed sorcerer and said:

"Compared with other illegitimate sons and legitimate sons, Ji Xuan is outstanding in both

talent and gift. What's more rare is that he knows how to keep a low profile. No matter what

he thinks in his heart, he can achieve this step, and the future is promising." The white-robed sorcerer said: "He is also the most prestigious among your sons."

The purple-robed middle-aged man narrowed his eyes: "Have you chosen him a long time

ago?"

The white-robed sorcerer closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.

Ji Xuan left the attic with the sandalwood box in his arms, shook his head and sighed: "This

thing is really hot."

After walking for a while, he ran into a girl in a purple skirt. Her black hair was like a waterfall,

tied with a purple silk ribbon, simple and elegant.

"Seventh brother!"

The purple-robed girl smiled reservedly and said: "Mother invites you to come over. I have

something to ask you."

"Aunt is looking for me?

Ji Xuan pondered for a moment, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Okay, please lead the way,

cousin."