Reborn Tianlong: I practice martial arts for immortality

Wang Yuyan looked at Li Canghai and saw him nod. She said, "Senior, please do as you wish."

Zhang Ziyang bowed to Duan Siping and Li Canghai, and said to Qingyun, "Let's go."

Taoist Qingyun carried Jiang Weichen on his back, and Zhang Ziyang picked up the Immortal-Slaying Sword weighing several hundred pounds and left Bianliang.

Wang Yuyan bowed in greeting, then asked, "Aunt, you are a skilled martial artist. Could you help me guard the palace?"

Li Canghai shook his head and said, "Worldly imperial power and wealth are ultimately empty. Only one's own strength is the foundation of everything. If you are willing to listen to me, then bring your son and husband with me. I will ensure that you are safe.

If you don't want to... considering that you call me Auntie, I will temporarily help you take charge and won't let the Grandmaster interfere. I don't want to get involved in other matters."

"Thank you, Auntie!" Wang Yuyan bowed slightly, a hint of disappointment in her beautiful eyes, but then she replied firmly, "However, I want strength. I will also fight for Feng'er's supreme power in this world!"

Li Canghai stared at Wang Yuyan in front of him. Did she simply want to protect this power for her son, or did she harbor ambitions deep down in her heart to ascend the throne and rule the world like Wu Zetian?

"Have you thought it through? With your talent, if you focus on cultivation, you might be able to break through to the Grandmaster level.

It would have been much easier to do anything you wanted back then, but now it’s difficult for you to keep this legacy!” Li Canghai persuaded again.

Wang Yuyan frowned, wavering a little, but ultimately shook her head and said, "I've made up my mind."

Now there are still a group of masters converted by Murong Longcheng. Even if they cannot hold the place, they can still stay in a corner and develop slowly and wait for her breakthrough.

But if time goes on and she loses this group of converted subordinates, she will have to start from scratch.

But she did not have Murong Longcheng's means of converting people, so starting from scratch meant she had to follow Murong Longcheng's old path.

Li Canghai felt a little regretful. It was impossible to have both power and strength.

Now that Dayan is in turmoil, Wang Yuyan has chosen power, so she has no time to focus on martial arts.

But since Wang Yuyan has already made her choice, she won't try to persuade her any further.

Next, it will depend on whether her own strength and skills are enough to cope with the challenges and difficulties that follow.

Li Canghai is not optimistic about Wang Yuyan. There are no loyal ministers in Dayan. Once Murong Longcheng dies, everything will slowly collapse.

"Collect the remains, return to the palace quickly, and start preparing for the prince's coronation ceremony!" Wang Yuyan's face was solemn, and her voice was as loud as a bell. After giving orders to everyone, she signaled her men to lift Murong Longcheng's remains.

"Aunt grandma, come back with me to the palace and settle down. If you need anything, Yuyan will definitely satisfy you."

"No need. I can't get used to it, so I'll just stay in the city. Don't worry, I'll be in Bianliang during this time."

Wang Yuyan nodded and said, "Auntie, if you need anything in Bianliang, you can come to the palace to find me."

After saying that, Wang Yuyan led her men towards the city. She had to use this time to stabilize the situation in the capital as soon as possible and then quickly improve her cultivation level.

As long as there is no Grandmaster-level strongman interfering, with her current strength of a mid-level Grandmaster, together with Xiao Yuanshan, Xuan Ji and the Grandmaster eunuchs in the palace, she can quickly stabilize the situation.

"Tsk tsk tsk... She is worthy of being the descendant of Li Qiushui. She herself was a concubine dowager in Western Xia, and this Wang Yuyan is going to be the queen in Yan State and wait for her son to inherit the throne. Isn't this a perfect queen dowager?" Wu Xingyun teased as he watched Wang Yuyan leave.

Wang Yuyan is the offspring of that bitch Li Qiushui. Although she will not vent her anger on him, she still cannot stand him. Even though she no longer cares about Wuyazi, she still hates Li Qiushui.

But now that her junior sister and master have come out of seclusion, she can't rely on her strength as a grandmaster to bully that bitch Li Qiu Shui. Otherwise, not to mention killing her, she will definitely humiliate her to vent her anger.

"Alas, power has blinded our reason and we cannot see the reality clearly." Li Canghai sighed.

"Junior sister, Xixia's Li Yuanhao is not very powerful, the Liao Dynasty's high priest is dead, and Dali's Duan Siping doesn't have much time left.

I don't think Zhang Ziyang and Qingyun will intervene. Now there's only Xiang Kui with a broken arm, but with your support, I think it won't be a problem. With her strength, it shouldn't be difficult to stabilize the situation."

At the Grandmaster level, one person can defeat ten thousand troops. Wang Yuyan currently has several Grandmasters at her disposal.

"Senior Sister, is it so easy to govern a country? Right now, the people of Dayan are seething with resentment, and rebel armies are rising up everywhere.

She did not have Murong Longcheng's means of conversion, and could only stabilize the capital with the help of the few masters under her.

As for other places...if people are not united, chaos will only arise."

"Junior sister, Master must have also taught you the Life and Death Talisman. Why don't you just pass it on to her and let her control the main characters?"

"Senior Sister, the Life and Death Talisman is indeed a means of controlling people, but it cannot control people's hearts. Governing a country is different from your Lingjiu Palace. It depends on the will of the people."

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"Qingyun, you and Jiang Xiaoyou have spent the longest time together. Jiang Xiaoyou specifically instructed us to preserve his body. What does this mean?"

On the way, Zhang Ziyang was a little puzzled and asked Jiang Weichen, who was lying lifeless on Qingyun's back.

"Young man Jiang has a profound inheritance and has killed so many people. He will definitely not rest in peace after his death. That's why we are asked to ensure that he will not be disturbed after his death.

"And do you smell that strange fragrance? This fragrance will attract wild beasts in the mountains. Jiang kid just doesn't want to be eaten by wild beasts after death." Qingyun Taoist replied dejectedly.

Zhang Ziyang frowned. He always felt that Jiang Weichen was not the kind of person who cared about these things.

He always felt that this might have other meanings, but he couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

"Young Master Jiang's physique is truly extraordinary. He had been restraining his aura before, so no one noticed. Now, even after his death, his body exudes a strange fragrance. I wonder how he cultivated it."

"Zhang Ziyang, you're not planning on taking his body and inheritance, are you?"

"Humph, Qingyun, who do you think I am? Our friendship of all these years has been wasted."

Qingyun knew he had said something wrong and said quickly, "I spoke too quickly. Why are you so picky?"

Zhang Ziyang was speechless, then asked, "Where do you think we should bury Jiang kid?"

Taoist Qingyun frowned and murmured, "Neither Yunwu Mountain nor Kunlun Ziyun Peak are good places. The people of the Supreme Alliance have strength, but they cannot guarantee absolute safety.

Like this time, many branches of the Supreme Alliance were converted by Murong Longcheng, and even when Jiang Xiaozi invited Murong Longcheng to fight, no one came.

Moreover, people's hearts are fickle. Now that Jiang Xiaozi is dead, it is also a question whether his subordinates are loyal to him.

Finding a secluded place for burial is not a good idea either. Without the imposing aura, Jiang's body will attract wild beasts to dig it up, unless we smear it with deadly poison, but that's not a good idea."

"Why not bury him in my Qingyun Mountain? With me, the old Taoist priest, guarding him, there's nothing to fear from villains and wild beasts."

"Well, considering your friendship with Jiang Xiaoyou, burial in Qingyun Mountain is indeed the best choice.

But I heard that he has a younger sister. I wonder what that means? Will there be any different opinions? "

After Zhang Ziyang finished speaking, Taoist Qingyun stopped moving forward and thought of the conversation between Neijiang Weichen and the palace maid in the East Palace.

He knew that Jiang Weichen had a lost sister, but it was not Chunhua, he just recognized her.

"Could it be that the woman is Jiang boy's biological sister?" Taoist Qingyun murmured in his heart.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Ziyang asked when he saw Qingyun stop.

Taoist Qingyun hesitated whether to go back to the palace, but they had not recognized each other at that time, and now that Jiang boy was dead, he couldn't be sure.

Qingyun tilted his head to look at Jiang Weichen on his back. It would be better to bury him first to avoid adding complications when he returned. As for the woman, the old Taoist would ask her later.

"Nothing, let's go."

Chapter 416: People gather together, dragon veins are formed

At the tomb of Emperor Taizu, at the moment Murong Longcheng died, the dragon vein began to move again, and the air flow inside it suddenly began to flow violently without wind.

Xiaoyaozi and Zhao Kuangyin both noticed something and opened their eyes.

Xiaoyaozi's perception was weaker. After all, this dragon vein was formed by the national destiny of the Song Dynasty. So he turned to Zhao Kuangyin and asked, "Why is this dragon vein trembling for no reason?"

Zhao Kuangyin thought for a moment and replied, "The dragon vein is trembling, which must mean that something big has happened in the outside world.

According to fellow Taoist, Murong Longcheng seized the power of the Song Dynasty on the ninth day of the ninth month nine years ago, and the dragon vein trembled once at that time.

In the following years, the dragon vein continued to weaken, and the people must have recognized the regime established by Murong Longcheng.

In just a few years, the regime established by Murong Longcheng will form a new dragon vein, and the dragon vein of our Song Dynasty's national destiny will also degenerate and become a Feng Shui treasure land.

But in recent years, especially this year, the dragon vein has stopped weakening and is showing signs of recovery."

"How could this be? Could it be that the regime established by Murong Longcheng has been destroyed?" Xiaoyaozi was puzzled. It was normal for a country established by an ordinary person to be destroyed after nine years.

But Murong Longcheng is a powerful celestial being, he has no rivals, and his life span has increased due to his breakthrough, so the regime he established should not be so short-lived.

Zhao Kuangyin had some guesses and sighed, "People's hearts are so fickle."

"Why do you suddenly express such sentiments, fellow Daoist?" Xiaoyaozi was puzzled as to why the topic suddenly changed.

Zhao Kuangyin explained: "The dragon vein of national destiny is formed by the convergence of a nation's hearts and the interweaving of their destiny.

Therefore, the strength of a country's destiny depends not only on national strength but also on the people's hearts.

When the people are loyal to the country, the dragon vein of national fortune grows stronger; when the people are against the country, the dragon vein of national fortune weakens.

Therefore, the rise and fall of a country's destiny reflects to a certain extent the degree of popular support.

Now that the dragon veins of our Great Song Dynasty are showing signs of recovery, I think the people are no longer leaning towards Murong Longcheng, but are beginning to miss their homeland instead."

At the beginning, the Song Dynasty's national fortune weakened rapidly and reached its lowest point in almost one or two years. He felt a little sad.

Although changes of dynasties are normal, the fact that people all over the world chose the regime established by Murong Longcheng so quickly inevitably made the founding emperor a little decadent.

But now there are signs of revival in the country's destiny, and it is obvious that the people are thinking of the Song Dynasty.

Support one moment, betrayal the next, and finally nostalgia, this series of changes happened in just a few years.

It's not just a few people who are like this. It can cause a stir in the dragon vein of national destiny, so it is obvious that most people are like this.

Zhao Kuangyin looked at the imperial seal in his hand and said again, "I originally thought Murong Longcheng was a man of some importance, and that he was very capable and could win the hearts of the people so quickly.

But now it seems that he is nothing special, and the people's hearts are as fleeting as a flash in the pan and they miss the previous dynasty again.

At this rate, it won't be long before people all over the world rebel and call for the restoration of the Song Dynasty."

Murong Longcheng is now like Wang Mang, who split the Han Dynasty into two halves, and may even be worse than Wang Mang.

Xiaoyaozi seemed to be lost in thought, and replied calmly and slowly, "It seems that the aftereffects of Murong Longcheng absorbing the power of will have set in. Once he loses control of his desires, he will begin to be influenced and dominated by them.

An ordinary person controlled by desires doesn't pose much danger, but if it's a ruler, then the danger is huge."

After Xiaoyaozi finished speaking, he turned and asked, "Hasn't your Imperial Seal been completely refined yet?"

Xiaoyaozi has been here for three years. Time is limited and he doesn't want to stay any longer. The two of them have communicated what they needed to communicate, and now he needs to go out and practice what he has learned.

"Almost there." Zhao Kuangyin shook his head. "Fellow Daoist, have you perfected your method of gathering Qi and Luck through the sect to aid your cultivation?"

Xiaoyaozi looked at the imperial seal in Zhao Kuangyin's hand with a touch of envy. He shook his head and said, "We have the idea and are now waiting to put it into practice, but there's only one thing missing."

Zhao Kuangyin noticed Xiaoyaozi's gaze and said in a bad tone, "Could it be that fellow Daoist hasn't given up the idea of ​​robbing the imperial seal?"

"Alas..." Xiaoyaozi sighed, "I'm in need of a treasure that can gather my luck. But where can I find such a treasure?"

Zhao Kuangyin warned: "Then you shouldn't have any idea of ​​taking the imperial seal. It belongs to me now."