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Chapter 447 The Great Feng Shui Master, Li Shimin!

Because it's above their heads.

A title that Fang Qingyu had never seen before was floating in the air.

The Great Feng Shui Master!
The title was red, the color of a normal human, not the pitch black or other unusual color of a ghost.

However, this job title was completely different from the martial artists and religious cults he knew.

This perfectly matches the historical legends about these two people who could predict the secrets of heaven and determine feng shui.

Fang Qingyu understood.

She slightly curled the corners of her lips and nodded gently towards the window upstairs.

I originally thought it would take a lot of effort to find the two of them.

Now that they've shown up on their own initiative, it saves me the trouble of looking for them.

Without hesitation, Fang Qingyu led the corpse demon Moss Tongue, who was shrouded in a black cloak, straight into the tavern called "Wangyunlou".

The restaurant was packed with guests, bustling with noise, and waiters carried food and drinks among the diners.

Fang Qingyu walked leisurely up the wooden stairs to the third floor and arrived at the elegant room.

The door was ajar, and a delicate aroma of tea wafted out, refreshing and delightful.

Fang Qingyu pushed open the door and entered.

The interior of the pavilion is elegantly decorated, with a pear wood tea table placed by the window.

Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng were already sitting opposite each other, with an empty seat between them. A teacup was already prepared, steaming hot.

Upon seeing Fang Qingyu enter, Yuan Tiangang looked up at him.

A peaceful smile appeared on his aged face as he gestured to the empty seat.

"Young friend, please have a seat."

His gaze was calm, and he didn't even glance at the cloaked figure behind Fang Qingyu who exuded a distinctly eerie aura.

Li Chunfeng then smiled and picked up the small red clay stove, where a ceramic pot was bubbling away.

While skillfully scalding the cup, placing the tea, pouring from a high position, and steeping from a low position.

As he sized up Fang Qingyu, his tone carried a casual familiarity, as if greeting a long-lost friend:

"Young friend, you've traveled a long and arduous journey, but you've gained a companion?"

He was referring, of course, to the Corpse Ghost Moss behind Fang Qingyu.

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu calmly sat down and nodded.

"I met him on the road and found that something was wrong with him, so I kept him by my side, thinking that I might be able to glean some insight into the nature of this kind of existence."

He spoke calmly, then looked at the two of them with genuine doubt in his eyes, and asked softly, "This monster seems quite different from the ghosts of fate I know?"

"A ghost of fate?"

Upon hearing this title, Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng couldn't help but exchange glances.

Yuan Tiangang picked up the cup of tea in front of him.

He blew a gentle breath, the rising steam blurring his deep eyes.

"Fate Ghost. That must be what people called such beings in your time."

He said slowly, "As the world turns and years pass, the names given to all things in the world also change. However, their essential core often remains unchanged throughout the ages."

He paused, put down his teacup, and looked at Fang Qingyu again, continuing to explain: "Such evil creatures have existed since ancient times. In the Xia and Shang dynasties, they were called 'Li'; in the Zhou dynasty, they were called 'Li'; during the Qin and Han dynasties, sorcerers called them 'Sha'; and in our time, because they often attach themselves to newly dead corpses and gradually gain power, they are often called 'corpse ghosts'."

Corpse Demon!

Fang Qingyu listened, his brows furrowing slightly.

So, the modern-day "death ghost" evolved step by step from the ancient "fierce spirit"?
No wonder the modern federation is struggling against the Death Demon.

The use of firearms is strictly prohibited.

The concern is that the Fate Demon might undergo unpredictable evolution.

Yuan Tiangang seemed to see through Fang Qingyu's thoughts and slowly added, "The corpse demons are filthy by nature and love blood and resentment. Battlefields, tombs, and places plagued by plagues are their paradises."

"They can devour the life force of living beings to strengthen themselves, and they can also merge and mutate with each other in some indescribable way, becoming more and more troublesome."

"We cultivators have fought against it for hundreds of years, and we can only barely suppress it, not eradicate it."

At this moment, Li Chunfeng pushed a cup of freshly brewed tea in front of Fang Qingyu. The tea was clear and had a delicate aroma.

He continued, his tone becoming more solemn: "Young friend, since you have come here and seen our remaining true spirits, you must be a person with great fortune and great opportunities."

"To be honest, the reason we have been enduring the cycle of time here is to find a suitable successor to pass on all our knowledge and experience in fighting this monster, so that it will not be lost with the passage of time and the flame of knowledge will not be extinguished."

He stared intently at Fang Qingyu: "Young friend, if you wish to inherit our legacy, you must help us, in this cycle of reincarnation projection, to completely quell this long-brewing calamity of corpses and demons that threatens to sweep across the world."

Sure enough.

Fang Qingyu thought to himself.

The trials within the Primordial Martial Arts Wall are not simply about comprehending cultivation techniques.

Instead, it is about personally engaging with this distorted history.

To accomplish a specific mission.

Upon hearing Li Chunfeng's words, Fang Qingyu did not immediately agree. Instead, he slowly came to his senses and asked a question that had been lingering in his mind.

He looked at the two venerable elders before him, whose auras were real, whose minds were sharp, and who were no different from living people, and asked softly, "Are you two still alive today?"

Fang Qingyu asked the question somewhat subtly, but his meaning was clear.

What if this is just an illusion simulated by the Martial Arts Wall based on historical information?

The Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng before us should be projections of programs without self-awareness.

Yet their words and actions clearly demonstrate independent thinking and judgment; they not only possess titles, but one can even sense that they are outsiders.

This cannot be explained by simple illusion.

If they are indeed real beings...
But how did it end up inside the Martial Arts Wall?

You should know that there has been one outside of Tang Huo from the beginning to the present.

Upon hearing Fang Qingyu's question, Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng exchanged a glance and couldn't help but reveal a slightly complicated and wistful smile.

Li Chunfeng shook his head, his tone calm, as if he were talking about something unrelated to himself: "Young friend, you follow the path of martial arts to reach the divine and temper yourself. You may not have a deep understanding of the 'Dao' that we study in the study of the Qi of heaven and earth, astrology and destiny."

Yuan Tiangang continued, his voice calm yet carrying a hint of worldly wisdom: "Naturally, it is not our true selves. Our physical bodies returned to dust a thousand years ago, vanishing into the river of time."

He raised his withered finger, gently tapped his temple, then pointed at Li Chunfeng, and finally at this world.

"What I am talking to you about now is nothing more than the true spirits of history, who have poured their life's blood and soul into this moment, and condensed a portion of our original insights and will. They exist by relying on the mystery of this primordial wall and the power of all living beings, holding fast to this silhouette of time, waiting for the day when they can hand over the heavy responsibility on their shoulders."

History is truly amazing!

A flash of understanding crossed Fang Qingyu's eyes.

It turned out to be the case.

This is not a simple illusionary copy, but a special existence that truly carries part of the will and knowledge of the sages.

The wonders of the Primordial Martial Arts Wall far exceeded his imagination.

No wonder Old Master Hong said this place leads directly to the source.

The benefits of communicating with such ancient sages and spirits, and even personally participating in the major events they faced, are far greater than simply observing and copying the texts of cultivation methods.

“I understand.” Fang Qingyu nodded solemnly, his expression serious. “In that case, what do I need to do? Please enlighten me, seniors.”

Upon hearing this, Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng exchanged another glance.

A hint of surprise flashed across their eyes.

They didn't expect Fang Qingyu to be so decisive, even seeming somewhat eager.

Yuan Tiangang's long, snow-white eyebrows furrowed slightly as he looked at Fang Qingyu and asked softly, "Young friend, you seem to be in a bit of a rush?"

Fang Qingyu met his gaze calmly and nodded:
"The era I live in is more than a thousand years ago. By then, the Shiki had evolved into the more powerful and treacherous Shiki, and the gods had descended in full force."

"The battle for the survival of humanity is about to begin."

After listening to Fang Qingyu's words, Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng...

The relaxed look on his face vanished instantly, and his eyes suddenly became extremely serious.

The air in the attic seemed to freeze.

Only the bubbling sound of the teapot boiling on the small red clay stove remained, sounding exceptionally clear.

The silence lasted for a long time.

Yuan Tiangang slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

When he looked at Fang Qingyu again, his eyes held a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

"So, this is how things have progressed in later generations."

His aged voice was slightly hoarse, "I understand, young friend."

He suddenly stood up, his wide purple Taoist robe billowing even without wind.

"In that case, we will not waste any more time. We will take you to a place."

Li Chunfeng also stood up.

Upon seeing this, Fang Qingyu immediately stood up as well.

The moment he stood still, Yuan Tiangang casually raised his sleeve and flicked it lightly.

hum!
Fang Qingyu felt the surrounding scenery suddenly blur, and the unique hustle and bustle of the restaurant came to an abrupt end.

Instead, the howling wind suddenly became incredibly fierce.

And the damp, drifting clouds that swept over me.

In the blink of an eye!
He couldn't even sense any fluctuations.

The scenery before our eyes has undergone earth-shattering changes.

Just moments ago we were in the elegant and cozy pavilion of a restaurant, but now we find ourselves thousands of feet in the sky.

Beneath my feet lie the 108 wards of Chang'an City, laid out like a chessboard.

In the distance, there is a winding river and undulating mountains.

Even with Fang Qingyu's current strength, he couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.

This method of transforming the world is a bit strange.
This was completely beyond his understanding of spatial abilities.

He didn't even realize how the other party had initiated it.

There was no question of reacting or resisting in any way.

If the other party had acted maliciously, he probably wouldn't have even known how he died in that instant.

The lineage of this great Feng Shui master
It seems to have a lot of potential.

Li Chunfeng, standing nearby, seemed to notice the fleeting fear in Fang Qingyu's eyes, and couldn't help but smile slightly, explaining in a teasing tone:

"Young friend, do not panic. This is a small trick my brother and I used to manipulate the earth's energy and celestial phenomena within a thousand miles of this place. To put it more mysteriously, it is to borrow the power of heaven and earth to change the world. It seems mysterious, but it is actually quite limited. The prerequisite is that you must relax your mind and have no wariness or resistance towards us in order to make it so subtle. If you are vigilant and resist with all your might, the effect of this technique will be greatly reduced."

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu felt somewhat relieved, but was still shocked.

Even so, this is still amazing enough.

This is not simply a matter of overwhelming force.

Rather, it is an understanding and application of the rules of heaven and earth.

I wonder how this inheritance will help his martial arts.

Yuan Tiangang didn't say much, and waved his sleeve again.

The three of them were like three immortals descending to the mortal world, riding the flowing wind and speeding off in a certain direction.

The fierce winds high in the sky could not penetrate even three feet around them.

The mountains and rivers beneath our feet swept past us at breakneck speed.

Fang Qingyu silently sensed that they were flying at an extremely fast speed. By all accounts, they should have already flown out of the territory of Chang'an City, and even crossed the distance of several prefectures and counties.

However, when he looked down, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes again.

Because the increasingly clear, magnificent architectural complex below—with its vermilion palace walls, golden glazed tiles, layered halls, and wide squares—is clearly the core of Chang'an City.

Inside the palace.

They flew for a short while, and it seemed as if they had been circling above the palace the whole time.
They haven't gone far?

Yuan Tiangang gazed ahead and explained calmly, “The Imperial Palace is no ordinary place. It is the residence of emperors throughout history, gathering the fortune of an era and possessing its own unique layout. This place was built based on an ancient array diagram and combined with the earth's energy from the dragon veins. It contains a universe within it and can be described as a ‘small paradise’.”

He paused, then looked at Fang Qingyu: "With your abilities, young friend, such 'paradise on earth' must not be uncommon in your time, right?"

Fang Qingyu suddenly realized.

That's like the modern Longyuan Martial Arts School.

However, the two present different situations.

One has only one entrance, and the other has an outer packaging.

The three of them stopped talking.

His figure slowly descended from the clouds.

The closer you get, the more you can feel the solemnity and grandeur of this palace.

Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng, as if walking on flat ground, led Fang Qingyu directly to the most magnificent hall in the palace.

The white marble plaza in front of the Taiji Hall.

The imperial guards seemed oblivious to the sudden appearance of the three of them, remaining steadfast in their posts with their eyes fixed straight ahead.

Even the eunuchs standing in front of the palace only bowed slightly.

There was no intention to question or obstruct them.

Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng were clearly very familiar with this place. Without stopping, they led Fang Qingyu straight toward the majestic main gate of the Taiji Hall.

As Li Chunfeng walked, he turned his head and whispered to Fang Qingyu, "This calamity of the corpse demons has far-reaching implications. To resolve it completely, it cannot be accomplished simply by sweeping it away with force. Many things need to be done by taking advantage of the situation and by acting in a legitimate and justifiable manner."

He spoke earnestly: “Therefore, we must first take you to see the current Emperor. With an imperial decree, you will gain a new identity. This will allow you to act freely in this place, mobilize resources from all sides, investigate the source of the disaster, and reduce many unnecessary troubles. You should know that although this place is a fragment of history, all the beings within it have their own thoughts and ideas, and all of them have truly existed. We two have spent a great deal of effort to solidify this period of time here, repeatedly recreating the cycle of reincarnation. What we seek is to restore the scene and the emotions of that time as much as possible.”

Yuan Tiangang nodded slightly and added, "Indeed. Inheritance is not a dead thing; it cannot be accomplished simply by stuffing a few scrolls of martial arts manuals into your brain. To obtain the true teachings, one must understand their actions, feel their hearts, comprehend their power, and grasp their measure. A good beginning and a suitable identity are of paramount importance. I hope that when you meet me later, young friend, you will be courteous and respectful, and not lose your reverence because of their strength. The people here are all heroes who have left a strong mark on the history of our human race. Even if they are projections, they deserve respect."

The two of them may have received some before.
People with a bad personality or poor character.

Therefore, he gave Fang Qingyu a few more instructions.

Fang Qingyu listened and said softly, "Understood."

Seeing that Fang Qingyu's eyes were clear and genuine, Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng both nodded with satisfaction.

Conversation room.

The three of them had already stepped over the high threshold of the Taiji Hall.

The interior of the hall is extremely spacious, with carved beams and painted rafters, resplendent in gold and green, and filled with a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

There were no civil or military officials on either side, making the space seem somewhat empty.

Only on that supreme throne sat one person.

The man wore a crown that reached the heavens and a reddish-yellow dragon robe embroidered with the twelve symbols of the heavens, earth, stars, mountains, dragons, and pheasants.

He was about middle-aged, with bright, piercing eyes that exuded an air of authority even without anger.

Even if it's just sitting there quietly.

An aura of imperial dominance, as if he were in control of the world, naturally emanated from him.

The moment Fang Qingyu's gaze met that of the emperor on the throne, he understood.

This person, aside from that wise ruler who ushered in the prosperous Zhenguan era, was...
Who else could it be but Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin?
(End of this chapter)