Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

After they were seated, Ye Tian said directly: "Old Zhao should have told you that I will step down from the position of commander in a few years and prepare for the promotion to Grandmaster.

You will be the next commander."

Song Xuan nodded slightly, "Uncle Zhao has already discussed this matter, and I have no objection. The Xuanyi Guard is our foundation, and has protected our family for three hundred years.

Now that I need to step up, I will do it!"

"it is good!"

Ye Tian said with satisfaction: "In our Xuanyiwei family, over the past few hundred years, many people in the family have become lazy and have no desire to make progress. I am very pleased that you think so."

As he spoke, he lowered his voice and said, "To tell you the truth, we have already given up on the current emperor. Within a few years, the throne will change hands.

Now, I just want to hear your opinion. Among these princes in the imperial capital, do you have any favorites?"

Song Xuan shook his head slightly. "I haven't had much contact with the royal family, so I can't say whether I like them or not."

Ye Tian smiled and said, "Where is the Sixth Prince? Did he have any contact with you today?"

"Hmm!" Song Xuan pondered for a moment, "I had a brief chat with him while fishing today. I don't know much about his personality or character, so it's hard to comment on him for now.

But one thing is certain, this man is extremely powerful, and unless Taizu intervenes, the throne of the Son of Heaven should belong to him."

Ye Tian nodded, "We also received news that Ji Xuanfeng has condensed the third flower. This is not obtained by Mu Dao Ren's tricky way of using the country's destiny.

In a few years, his martial arts spirit will be fully condensed and he will enter the Grandmaster realm. No one will be able to compete with him for the throne of the Son of Heaven!"

"Grandmaster Sanhua?"

Song Xuan was a little surprised, but not too surprised.

With three hundred years of heritage, the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty naturally has no shortage of magical skills and secret techniques. With the blessing of three hundred years of royal luck, it is not difficult to understand that the Ji family can produce another Three Flowers Grandmaster.

After all, if you really want to talk about it, the real martial arts holy land in this world is actually the Ji family, followed by their Xuanyiwei family.

"Ji Xuanfeng has a great reputation, but he usually keeps a low profile. He spends most of his time cultivating in the palace and rarely interacts with court officials. If it weren't for our Xuanyi Guards' excellent intelligence, we wouldn't even know he had become a Three Flower Xiantian."

Ye Tian said in a deep voice: "Originally, I wanted you to slowly interact with several princes in the next few years and choose the one you approve of the most.

But now the situation has changed. The royal family has produced a genius like Ji Xuanfeng, and the position of the emperor has basically been determined.

Even if we wanted to replace him, Taizu would never allow it."

Song Xuan nodded in understanding. If the second perfect master of the Ji family was not qualified to sit on the throne of the emperor, who else would be qualified?

If the Xuanyi Guards dared to tamper with this matter, it would be a clear slap in the face of Emperor Taizu Zhou.

"Song Xuan, the pressure is now on you. Ji Xuanfeng, a perfect master of the emperor's cultivation, will definitely be very powerful.

If we hadn't known you were also confident in becoming a Perfect Grandmaster, we would have even considered picking a random commander and letting him down."

Song Xuan smiled and really wanted to tell them that it didn’t matter, even if I was the perfect master, I could still play badly.

As for Ji Xuanfeng, to be honest, he didn't really feel that much pressure.

You are a perfect master, and so am I. There is nothing to be afraid of.

At worst, I'll just quit. If you provoke me, I'll find myself in some deep mountains or old forests, break through to the level of a grandmaster, and wipe out your entire Ji family!

Heaven-level skills, invincible in the same realm, who is afraid of who!

"It's okay. I'm not planning on rebelling. Even if he becomes more powerful, the Xuanyiwei sword still needs to be used."

Song Xuan was very open-minded, "In fact, in my opinion, this may be a good thing.

The current emperor's cultivation is not high enough, so he has always been more wary of the Xuanyi Guards than trusting them.

But Ji Xuanfeng is different. To be able to become a perfect master, he must be a person with great courage, great mind and great luck, and he must have absolute confidence in himself.

This kind of person will not suppress the Xuanyi Guard, but will trust and make use of the Xuanyi Guard, because he is confident that he can control this sharp knife without worrying about hurting himself.

Working with this kind of person might be simpler and easier, without having to think about calculations all day long."

Ye Tian and Zhao Dezhu looked at each other.

It turns out that all true geniuses think like this?

"Perhaps, Ji Xuanfeng's promotion to the position is really a good thing for us Xuanyi Guards."

Ye Tian exhaled lightly, "The Great Zhou has been passed down for hundreds of years, and we have never encountered such a situation. How to grasp the degree of this is up to you. You can only rely on yourself to figure it out. We can't give you any advice."

"It's okay!" Song Xuan comforted the two.

In fact, he is more open-minded than the other two.

As long as the Xuanyi Guards do not rebel, there is no need to worry about Emperor Taizu Zhou taking action.

As for other people, even the great masters of martial arts, Song Xuan was no longer as wary of them as before.

As long as he is promoted to the martial arts master level, he will be able to protect himself even when facing a grandmaster.

This is the confidence brought by strength, which allows him to face any situation calmly.

.....

Imperial Palace, Imperial Study Room.

The emperor was reviewing memorials.

Eunuch Cao waited obediently by the side.

After a long while, the emperor put down the memorial, rubbed his eyes, and said, "Have you talked to Xuanfeng?"

Replying to His Majesty, Eunuch Cao bowed and said, "This old servant has already explained it."

"How did he say?"

Eunuch Cao said, "The Sixth Prince said he is willing to share your majesty's worries!"

The emperor's face relaxed, and he smiled with satisfaction, "As expected of the prince I value most, in a few years, when he has fully become a perfect master, I will gradually delegate power to him and let him deal with the issues of the Xuanyi Guards.

Once the Xuanyi Guards are weakened enough, I can abdicate and enjoy my remaining years.

By the way, you are not young anymore, what are your plans? If you are tired of serving me, I can show mercy and let you leave the palace to retire."

"His Majesty!"

Eunuch Cao knelt on the ground with a thud, "I have followed Your Majesty all my life. How can I live without you?

I hope Your Majesty will show mercy and allow me to stay by your side. I am worried about others serving you!"

"You old fellow, you can't even enjoy your blessings!" The emperor scolded with a smile, but his expression relaxed considerably. He said with satisfaction, "Alright, I know you're loyal. When I abdicate, I'll keep you by my side."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness!"

Eunuch Cao knelt on the ground and kowtowed, his expression looking terribly cold.

Chapter 217 How many sons of destiny are there in this world?

Having served the emperor for decades, Eunuch Cao knew better than anyone what kind of person the emperor was.

He is mean and ungrateful, stubborn and self-righteous, and extremely suspicious. He always feels that someone is trying to harm him.

How could such a person allow me, his personal eunuch who knew all his private matters, to leave the palace?

If he had hesitated for a moment just now, the royal officials would have taken action to capture this eunuch.

After serving the emperor back to his bedroom to rest, Eunuch Cao stood outside the door and took a deep breath.

If you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust.

Do you still want to abdicate the throne to the Sixth Prince and become the Emperor Emeritus ten years later?

Haha, you don’t deserve it!

.....

After returning home, Dad Song Yuanshan took a look at the small bucket in Song Xuan's hand and couldn't help laughing.

"I thought you were good at everything, but it turns out there are things you're not good at!"

Coming back with an empty bucket, how refreshing! It's an insult to the profession of fisherman.

Could you at least buy a couple of fish on the way to show off?

Song Xuan casually put down the bucket and lay on the bench with a nonchalant look on his face. "Fishing is all about the state of mind. As for the rest, they are all trivial matters."

"He's just a tough guy!"

Song Yuanshan was very happy. It was a rare opportunity to find something to make fun of his son. He could use this to ridicule the boy for at least twenty years.

"Dad, do you know Sixth Prince Ji Xuanfeng?"

"Ji Xuanfeng?"

Song Yuanshan's smile faded, and he asked in a serious tone, "He went to see you?"

"Hmm!" Song Xuan casually poured himself a cup of tea and said, "He accompanied me fishing all day today. Logically, he is the future emperor, so I should have gone to see him, but I didn't expect him to come to see me first.

How should I describe the feeling I get, it's like they're here to pay me a visit."

"Nothing surprising."

Song Yuanshan smiled and said, "You are the future commander. Every new emperor who ascends the throne needs the explicit support of the commander, otherwise the throne of the emperor will change.

Even if he becomes a perfect master in the future, he will not be able to hold on to that position if he cannot control the power of the Xuanyi Guards.

After all, he is the perfect master, and so are you!"

Song Xuan took a sip of tea and said, "This person is very powerful. He is the first master I have ever met who has cultivated to the Three Flowers Xiantian realm solely through his own ability."

"It's not surprising that the royal family has accumulated three hundred years of experience to produce such a person."

Song Yuanshan pointed to the sky and said in a deep voice: "To condense the three innate flowers and become a perfect master or even a perfect grand master, one needs destiny, which is often called the luck of heaven and earth.

Over the past few hundred years, there have been four people who have had this destiny.

The earliest generation is naturally Taizu.

After that, it was the Taoist Master Sanfeng.

In the past hundred years, two people with destiny, sons of luck, have appeared at once."

Song Yuanshan pointed in the direction of the imperial city. "Ji Xuanfeng is one of them. As for the other one, you should know who he is, right?"

Song Xuan nodded. He knew it. He knew it very well.

He fought desperately and killed nearly a million people in Qingzhou before he was able to condense the Flower of God. But when he returned home, he saw that his lazy sister had also reached the stage of condensing the Flower of God.

At the latest by the beginning of next month, he would be able to condense the divine flower and become a double-flower innate warrior.

Some people really cannot be compared with each other. The more you compare, the worse it gets.

Song Yuanshan sighed, "Sometimes the longer you live and the more you understand, the more helpless you become. Destiny is something that is predetermined. If you have it, you have it. If you don't, you don't. The more you force it, the faster you die."

Song Xuan pointed at himself and said, "What about me? I shouldn't be the son of destiny, right?"

"you are not!"

"But I also gained some luck. Maybe it's not much compared to those four people, but doesn't it also break my fate?"

Song Yuanshan shook his head. "You are different. You are a variable. Your fate is not fixed in this world!"

Song Xuan opened his eyes wide and stared at his father.

My dear father, you are talking about luck, fate, and variables. Please tell me, is it true that our family is not a martial arts family at all, but a Taoist family?

"Why am I a variable?" Song Xuan's heart was pounding. Could it be that his father knew about his identity as a time traveler?

Song Yuanshan shook his head and said, "When you become a Grandmaster in the future, you will understand naturally."

After a moment of contemplation, Song Xuan asked tentatively, "Dad, tell me the truth. I can accept it in my heart. Am I your biological son?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Song Yuanshan glared at him, "Of course you are my biological son! What are you thinking about all day? If your mother heard that the son she carried for ten months was thinking about these things, she would definitely break your legs!"

Song Xuan chuckled twice and felt relieved.

It seems that my identity as a time traveler has not been exposed. As for why my father said that I was a variable, it might be because he judged it in some way.

But this method is not very convenient to tell outsiders.

However, Song Xuan didn't care about this. As long as he was his biological father, it didn't matter as to other trivial matters.

"Song Qian and I are going to Songzhou next month. Do you have anything else to tell us?"