Chapter 499: My Mother’s Great Imperial Talent, My Son’s Great Imperial Talent
Chapter 499 – My Mother’s Great Emperor’s Capital, My Son’s Great Emperor’s Capital
“Rumble ……”
Thunder and lightning cut through the gloomy sky, the torrential rain finally got a little smaller, and the golden glazed bricks and tiles of the collapsed palace around them were bright and dazzling from the rain.
Dozens of corpses of the top Martial Pyramid Earth Immortals who had shaken one side of the country were lying horizontally and vertically, and a deep pit and the blades that were still flashing with a stern aura seemed to be telling of the loftiness of their lifetimes.
Xin Zhuo was still holding Ji Ying Yue’s corpse.
People have already died, all the grudges and rights and wrongs return to dust to earth.
He just couldn’t figure out whether Ji Ying Yue had bad intentions when she started to contact him, or whether her temperament had changed drastically during those months when she was suddenly imbued with the Dragon Qi of Bad Luck.
Frankly speaking, those months were the first time he was interested in a girl since he was reborn in his two lives, and the only warm time during his years as a mountain bandit.
Until a pair of feet stepped aside, he looked up and saw Empress Ji, the original Crown Princess Hui Rulan, dressed in white mourning clothes, with a slender figure, a few more points of maturity and gracefulness than when he was in Voltron Mountain, only her face was complicated and incomparable.
“She used to be spiteful and capricious, but simple-minded is a good girl!”
Empress Ji held up the umbrella for him to cover the rain, “just the hearts of the people are easy to change, body can not help, as when I was deeply Buddhist church, vowed to benefit the people, the results of the emperor and the first emperor wasted a few years, and now locked up in the palace courtyard, nothing; also as you, when just a small thief, who can think of now a few times to sway the empire’s life and death?
The creation of mankind! Since Ji Jingyue has passed away, everything has gone up in smoke, right?”
Xin Zhuo nodded his head and handed Ji Ying Yue’s corpse to her, no longer speaking.
His figure fluttered, passing through the rain curtain and heading straight for the Servant Immortal Hall.
The tall and majestic pavilion of the Hall of Serving Immortals still revealed a hint of solemnity and heaviness in the rain, and at this moment, Bai Xuanqi and Cicada Yi led dozens of Jiang Clan’s martial practitioners armed with blades, surrounding the hall’s door.
They had come to the Immortal Servant Hall to invite out Ji Jiwei’s trio according to prior agreement.
It was just that there were still dozens of people waiting in the hall, clear of Divine Daolord Zi Daolord, from the aspect of talent selection, the Servant Immortal’s vision was still very unique.
Seeing Xin Zhuo arrive, Cicada Yi immediately arched his hand in salute: “Your Highness, this Serving Immortal Hall has formation organs, it is impossible to break in.”
Xin Zhuo looked inside the hall, there were vaguely some intricately modeled wooden gears, bows and crossbows, poisonous mist boxes and other things, and it seemed that the entire Servant Immortal Hall was a small formation layout.
He knew too little about the art of formations and organs, but this was indeed not something that Cicada Yi and Bai Xuanqi and the others could enter.
Looking towards the group of Servant Immortal Hall martial artists in the main hall, he raised his hand and made a gesture to behead and shock them, then grabbed out one person to force them to ask about the method of entry, when a gentle voice suddenly came from the distance: “Yu Qing, wait.”
Jian Jiuzheng lapel still stained with bright red blood, hair is also slightly messy, but still does not lose the demeanor of the Nine Revolutions Earth Immortal, a step to the door of the temple: “Serving Immortal is dead, this Serving Immortal Hall do not need to guard, retreat!”
The crowd of Servant Immortal Hall disciples glanced at each other, looked alarmed, and retreated to the sides.
Only then did Jian Jiuzheng turn back to look at Xin Zhuo, although the other party was a disciple and grandson generation, but the expression was full of constraint and respect, martial realm high and low, the one who reaches the top is the first, the generation will be said later.
A group of people entered the Hall of Serving Immortals, only to realize that the hall was extremely wide, and the wooden loess and stone moments were intricately arranged, with organs everywhere and traps every step of the way.
The Immortal Servant not only cultivated the Jindan Avenue, but was obviously also an expert in formations!
Into the inner hall, the inside is even wider, like a vertical well hive building, no wonder it can be stationed in many sons and daughters, a suspended pulley wooden ladder on the left side, which can go straight to the top floor, like an …… elevator?
Jian Jiuqing invited a few people to enter the wooden ladder, tapping the mechanism dark shadow, the wooden ladder straight to the sky.
“Worried about your mother?” Jian Jiucheng carried his hands behind his back, looking at Xin Zhuo, a slight smile.
Xin Zhuo frowned and said, “I’m curious as to what she’s doing?”
The old mother is voluntarily entering, her person is definitely not stupid, there is a fear of life definitely will not go in, so she is inside …… to enjoy the happiness? This imperial city in the movement so big, she also never appeared.
Jian Jiucheng laughed: “You will know when you arrive, it is safe.”
Saying words, has arrived at the eighteenth floor, out of the wooden ladder, to a strange gossip array heart secret room before, Jian Jiuzheng fumbled a bit, once again shoot open a mechanism dark shadow.
Heavy stone door “creak” open.
The crowd looked in, but could not help but stay as if they were wooden chickens.
Inside is a similar sacrificial altar hall, the center is a huge cloud pattern tripod, sitting north to south on the wall is a pair of Immortals running to the moon carving, carving there is a slightly smaller furnace, at the moment the light smoke. In the cloud pattern incense burner, there is a short table, a white dress, elegant and cold and arrogant mother Ji Jiwei and elf-like appearance of the bear paw, yam is eating chicken legs, manually a hand, I do not know where to get, eat full of hands, full of mouth is greasy.
Hearing the stone door rattling, the three coldly looked over, then ……
“Splat!”
The chicken leg fell to the ground, the three people were equally dumbfounded, eyes wide open, looking at Xin Zhuo dead on, like they had seen a ghost.
Jian Jiuqing slightly shook his head and turned around to leave.
Xin Zhuo pondered for a moment, suddenly not knowing how to greet in this situation.
Just then, he saw Bear’s Paw and Yam lifting the sleeves of their clothes and swooping in like the wind, hugging him and crying out in pain: “Your Highness! The slave girls must be dreaming, Your Highness!”
Xin Zhuo made a gesture to step back, pretending to be serious: “Too much oil, stay away from me!”
“No!”
The two women hugged even tighter, and their hands full of oil stains rubbed all over him.
Waiting for the two women easily calmed down, the old mother Ji Jiwei came to the front again, hands cupped his face, complex color: “for my mother really do not understand, son you actually still alive, where have you been these years?”
Xin Zhuo endured the strong smell of chicken legs on his face and scanned the surroundings: “I don’t quite understand, what are you guys doing here?”
The atmosphere could not help but stagnate a bit.
After a while, Xin Zhuo lightly recounted the matter of the Sea of Bitterness, and then talked about the Servant Immortal, Ji Ying Yue, and the experts of the various sects.
Bear Paw and Yam’s eyes were wide open, obviously not reacting.
It was Ji Jiwei who frowned as she looked her son up and down, seemingly incredulous, completely confused as to how she had given birth to such a son!
Although her son spoke easily, the ability to turn his hand to the clouds and his hand to the rain in an instant was beyond her understanding.
It took a while before she sighed leisurely and did not comment, she just turned around and pointed at the Immortal Running to the Moon mural and said, “This mural was carved by the Servant Immortal’s own hand, it was also Mr. Zhuge’s mind martial arts at the time, they are of the same lineage, and their cultivation methods are extremely special!”
Xin Zhuo’s heart stirred, Jindan cultivation method?
Just heard Lao Niang turn back to point to that huge stove tripod again, lowered his voice: “Do you know what this is?”
Xin Zhuo reached out and flicked the furnace tripod, emitting a heavy buzzing, melodious and long, it seemed to be something from the ancient times, shaking his head: “Lao Niang say something!”
Ji Jiwei looked serious and said: “The purpose of Ji Inviting Moon, Immortal Servant and those old monsters like Gong Yunzi and Xiao Jiutong is to create an empire, and secondly, it’s for this tripod.
This tripod is called Shennong innate tripod, is your ancestor Jiang Yuan, the Great Zhou Emperor Ji Xiaobai and Mr. Zhuge when the three entered the nineteen realms together, after a lot of painstakingly do not know where to find. The Immortal Servant studied it painstakingly for hundreds of years before vaguely discovering its secrets.
Only this secret, need a key person to open, this key person and the three people need to have a connection with Emperor Taizu can be.
It just so happens that my mother is a direct descendant of Emperor Taizu, Jiang’s daughter-in-law and a disciple of the Taiping Palace, who else can I be?”
Xin Zhuo was stunned for a moment: “In that case, my mother is the Chosen One!”
“It’s not unreasonable for my son to say so.” Ji Jiwei smiled blandly and said: “That’s why Auntie brought in the bear paw and yam, one for the study of the cauldron, and two, for the coming of the martial arts heyday, when Auntie grasps the cauldron and opens the ancient bloodline, who in the world will be Auntie’s rival?”
This was said in a serious and overbearing manner.
Xin Zhuo lightly laughed and casually said, “My mother is extremely intelligent with the qualifications of a great emperor!”
Ji Jiwei was stunned for a moment, she didn’t seem to be used to comparing great emperors, and she still didn’t understand what a great emperor was, so she patted her son on the shoulder: “My son is gifted with demonic talent, and he also has the potential of a great emperor!”
(End of chapter)