Chapter 891 It’s night, and the wind is blowing
Bailian lowered his eyelashes, and there seemed to be a mist burning in his dark eyes.
Ying Ji did not notice Bailian's expression and continued: "When my whole world falls into darkness and there is no light in my eyes, I always want to find something to look forward to."< br>
Bailian raised his head: "So you create Did you marry Ying Xiu and regard him as a substitute for that child?"
Ying Ji frowned and said: "My child is naturally unique in this world and no one can replace him. I have never given birth to a child. Living with such self-deception.”
Brian's mouth was hit hard, feeling warm and dull.
Ying Ji laughed at herself: "I don't care what the world thinks of me. If I really regarded that child as a substitute, how could I name him Yingxiu instead of Hidden Sword."
< br>She chuckled softly: "Winner, hiding in the sleeves? Most people in the world like to make up things out of thin air.
Back then I took down my I carved a strand of my son's hair into a talisman to create a Kuiwu that looks exactly like my son, and placed it in the Empress's Palace. It was originally a lifeless, soulless shell, used only to see things and think about people. "< br>
“It’s just that I didn’t expect that the empty shell made of my son’s breath into the talisman would only exist in Zhongyou for twenty years.
It was actually attracted by the earthly dead souls in the Zhongyou Dynasty. Over time, the water gathered into a lake, and a 'new' life was born in that empty shell. ”
Bailian was speechless.
He never thought that Ying Xiu was born in this way.
The dead spirits of the earth are ethereal and ethereal. Objects are gathered together and dispersed after death of human beings.
It is like the invisible water mist and vapor floating in the human world. Although it is invisible to the naked eye, it can be found everywhere. It is so subtle that it cannot even support the most basic and scattered spiritual consciousness. on.
But it happens that such a small thing can be stored everywhere. For that body, it is like a energy condensed by countless microorganisms attached to it. After years of cultivation by the Zhongyou earth veins, it finally formed Yingxiu.
"Neither I nor Bailiyu wanted to announce Xiao An's death to the public. After Ying Xiu was born, I failed to calculate that he could inherit part of Xiao An's memories during his lifetime and mistakenly thought that he could It is Prince Zhongyou who condensed his thoughts when he was parasitizing Kui Ou. Consciousness has an extremely strong desire to survive, and all things have spirits.
I don’t want to kill him, so he doesn’t ask for much. I just grant him the position of prince.”
For Ying Ji, it doesn't matter whether it is the position of the prince or the Xuyin.
For her, the important thing she wants to protect with all her heart is no longer alive.
The only thing she cannot give away generously is the name Balian.
Therefore, for the past two hundred years, he has only been Prince Yingxiu, not her Bailian.
Out of responsibility, Ying Ji worked hard to support the Zhongyou Dynasty. How could she not see Ying Xiu's desire and yearning for power, fame and fortune.
If he was really capable of taking charge and succeeding Zhongyou, she would not mind training him.
In this way, she would be alone and return to her soul.
Everyone in the world said that Ying Ji was crazy all her life, but no one knew the almost cruel torment of sobriety in her heart day and night.
The candle light went out and shone on Balian's face.
He looked down at Ying Ji, his eyes a little quieter, he suddenly opened his mouth and smiled lightly, and said: "Yes, it is just the position of prince, just agree to him."
Can easily agree The things given away are naturally not worth mentioning.
Even in the hearts of the world, the identity of Prince Zhongyou symbolizes supreme power.
As long as you are willing, maybe one day in the future, with the help of this identity, half of the world's mountains and rivers can be held in your hand, which is a coveted thing.
But for Ying Ji and Bailian, this identity is just a simple title in the eyes of their mother and son.
It's just...
Bailian's eyes darkened, and he said quietly: "If Yingxiu uses such an identity to hurt the empress and deal with Zhongyou, I will not let him live. It was a great time.”
From the beginning to the end, he never felt guilty or indebted to Ying Xiu, but only sympathized with him for being a substitute in people's eyes.
But after hearing what my mother said today, I found that no one had ever considered him as his replacement.
My mother has never had this before, and Su Jing and Yin Baishuang are even more unbearable.
Some of it is just a dream of being a prince, driven away by power and willing to rely on the body of a prince.
For example, you can never wake up a person who is pretending to sleep.
Balian found a pillow and put it under Ying Ji's head. He stood up and walked toward the secret door behind the seat.
Ying Ji talked a little too much tonight, feeling extremely hurt. She squinted her eyes tiredly, watching Bai Lian disappearing into the secret door, and fell asleep without caring.
During the rainy season, she was sleepy, but her sleep was very light, and she couldn't sleep well no matter what.
I was woken up by the sound of wind and rain outside the window before midnight.
In the palace, there was a coolness and dampness. Ying Ji found that she had fallen asleep on the bed at some point, and she could still feel the slightest chill even with the blanket draped over her body.
It was a quiet night, and the desolate south wind, carrying the coolness of raindrops, ruffled the curtains, and the empty and lonely sound of pattering rain lingered in the corridor.
The room is warm with candles and lamps. The small stove on the table is simmering hot porridge and steaming several trays of dumplings. The young man beside the table is still wearing the same Tsing Yi from last night. He is holding a cattail leaf fan in his hand and is sitting upright on a chair. Shake the fan to make a fire.
Ying Ji was surprised that he came out so quickly.
Just think that this young man is smart and knows that the four seals are difficult to recover. After entering, he simply gives up and comes out earlier to save wasted effort.
Seeing her wake up, Baili'an served a bowl of hot porridge and said, "Today's food is ready. Your Majesty, please rest in the palace."
Ying Ji once dug her spiritual roots and damaged her foundation. In the past few hundred years, although she had strong support from the ghost veins, her health has never improved.
If there is nothing big to do, her body is mostly in a lazy state in her spare time.
But in recent days, there have been many affairs in Zhongyou, so how can we just rest in the palace for a whole day?
Just when Ying Ji was about to speak, Balian stood up, caught a cat from nowhere, and threw it into her arms: "Be obedient."
Ying Ji was stunned. Looking at the cat on her bed, she is...
Being treated like a three-year-old?
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Zhongyou, the Imperial City, the city gate is wide open.
At this time, Zheng Zheng, headed by Ying Xiu, led a pair of men and horses in a mighty manner, and drove straight into the interior of the imperial city, approaching the palace of government.
"Your Highness, what do you mean by this?" Yin King Sanyang looked at the immortal sects behind Ying Xiu with cold eyes.
The Guozheng Palace was filled with ministers of Zhongyou, including the six Yin Kings.
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince used his body to force the Zhongyou City Guards to open the city gate and welcome His Highness. How could Your Highness take advantage of the loyalty of the soldiers to you and lead the outside immortal monks to break in without permission? My Zhongyou Emperor?!"
Obviously, Ying Xiu did something so intolerable after not returning for three years, which has made most people in the Zhongyou Emperor feel disgusted and resentful. anger. From ancient times to the present, there are only seven foreign monks who can stand upright in the Zhongyou State Palace.
But today, there are more than a thousand people led here by Ying Xiu himself!
Above the main hall, the face of Zhongyou’s minister was so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water.
The foreign monks who followed Ying Xiu all the way to the main hall were disciples of the Tiannan Sect.
The elite disciples of the first-class immortal cultivation sects in the thousands of mountains of the Eastern countries are among them.
Although none of the disciples of the three Tiandao sects are in the team, the most impressive one is the casual cultivator of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance wearing the purple robe of the saber-toothed tiger totem.
Among this batch of casual cultivators from the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance, there are actually seventy-six who have transcended the tribulation realm.
Prince Qiaoyu, the third of the six Yin Kings, stands in front of the palace, his eyes as deep as the sea.
Seventy-six Tribulation Realm monks, so many onlookers, are all from one sect.
The Tribulation-Transcending Immortals from the three Tiandao Sects combined are not as powerful as the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have imagined that the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance, which had risen in the middle of the road and was famous for its miscellaneous cultivators, would have such a foundation.
You must know that the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance is full of plans, but it only has a history of just over five hundred years.
Seventy-six Tribulation-Transcending Immortals require so much spiritual stone resources and elixirs to accumulate, it is unimaginable.
The development trend of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance has obviously exceeded the natural laws of the human cultivation system.
Although I had known that the scattered cultivators of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance would spread all over the world, they would win with their numbers, connections, and business.
It can stand shoulder to shoulder with the three Tiandao sects, but who would have thought that it turns out that it is not just casual cultivators, but also immortals in the Tribulation Realm, and the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance can actually overwhelm the three sects.
With such a scale and background, even the Liuyin King of the Zhongyou Dynasty had to be cautious in dealing with it.
The Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance, which has been keeping a low profile for so many years, is beginning to show its prowess. The first choice target for its fangs is not the three Tiandao sects.
It is the Zhongyou Dynasty that is far more powerful than the three sects and has the power to kill ghosts and gods!
This ambition is really not small.
Ying Xiu stood in front of many external cultivators, standing straight and with a majestic body.
His temperament seems more calm and restrained than three years ago.
Outside the hall, the pale golden light of the sky shines on his face, and his features are still handsome, without any trace of the dirty and gloomy look on the bed before June.
The talisman sword he carried with him was destroyed in the White Camel Mountain. He replaced it with a fairy sword with extraordinary aura, which was fastened to his waist and shone brightly, matching the pulsation of the spiritual power nodes in his body.
Seeing this strange appearance, Qiao Yu narrowed his eyes deeply and couldn't help but look at it carefully. With a glance, he actually saw an inner beauty hidden deep in Ying Xiu's heart. The spiritual roots of the awe-inspiring sword energy.
Judging from its quality, it is actually a top-grade vision sword spirit root.
Foreign spirits are something that can only be encountered but cannot be sought. They are one-in-a-million rare treasures, and the exotic sword spirit roots are even more precious.
Throughout the past and present, there are only a few people with sword spirit roots. The current Tianxi Sword Master’s achievements and status are all based on the sword spirit roots gifted by God.
As a mediocre young master who is not favored by Tianxi, Yingxiu has excellent talent in deception, but in fact, since his birth, his spiritual root level has not been more than ordinary, and he is only qualified to practice Taoist swordsmanship. That’s all.
But the prince has been traveling for several years and has not returned. He only heard that he disappeared in Baituo Mountain three years ago. Now that he has returned, the middle-grade spiritual root with mediocre qualifications has become a rare-grade sword spirit that is difficult to find in the great road. root.
Seeing this, Prince Qiao Yudian was not at all pleased.
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.
His Royal Highness has changed so much this time, which may not necessarily be a good thing.
Facing the questioning gazes of Zhongyou’s courtiers, Yingxiu smiled nonchalantly and said: “I was born and raised in Zhongyou alone, how could I use my people in Zhongyou to spread cholera? Something happened in Zhongyou.”
Qiao Yu’s figure stood tall as a mountain, looking into Ying Xiu’s eyes. God no longer showed his usual care and love. He said quietly:
"Then why do you, Your Highness, lead others to invade our quiet loess? Your Highness doesn't know that the Palace of Government What does it mean to Zhongyou?”
Being looked at coldly by the elders whom he usually respected the most, Ying Xiu's attitude remained polite and respectful.
What he said was chilling to the bone: "I am doing this alone, just for the sake of heaven and earth, to relieve myself from the suffering of the world, and let those prejudiced people shut up and be quiet. "
As he spoke, he took a step forward and faced At the holy seat in the main hall, he bowed his hands and bowed deeply, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, I respectfully invite you to show your Holy Majesty! Sir, I have something to say!"
There is only one Your Majesty in Zhongyou. Although that Majesty is a woman, he is qualified to be in the Holy Seat. She is the only one with the qualifications of a Saint King to manifest her spirit into the world.
In front of the Imperial Palace, please ask your spirit to appear and speak to the emperor. No matter where the empress goes, you can hear her voice.
Qiao Yu heard it clearly.
The person calling in Ying’s sleeves was Your Majesty, not your mother.
Meeting the court today also reveals a ruthless and explicit ambition!
Last night, they, the Six Yin Kings, had just returned from discussing matters at the Queen's Palace, and they knew how bad the situation His Majesty was at the moment.
After they left last night, even He Xingyun was worried about His Majesty's physical condition and used pharmacological medicine to treat her. He cut off an arm and almost lost his life.
As the only medical officer in Zhongyou, Your Majesty certainly knows how precious and important He Xingyun's hands are. If she was sober and able to control herself, how could she be willing to hurt and kill such a highly skilled Fengyu.
In the past, His Majesty went crazy and fell ill and was trapped in his heart. It would take at least seven days to wake up.
His Royal Highness Yingxiu returned to Shu this time. The words he spoke in front of the palace clearly meant that he wanted to use this critical period to mess with her mind and drive her crazy.
Qiao Yu was furious: "The evil beast is so outrageous!"
Ying Xiu straightened his body again, and a strong wind came into the hall, blowing his emotionless face.
In the face of the Yin King's anger, he showed no fear, and his usual gentle and polite feeling was completely replaced by coldness and sharpness.
"Why, the Three Kings Palace still wants to attack the prince Gu!" His eyes were like swords, as if they contained electric flames!
Qiao Yu was touched by his sharp gaze, and the corners of his eyes were split and painful. It was as if he was really being passed over by the sword energy, and he actually had the appearance of a great master of sword energy.
Qiao Yu narrowed his eyes, his expression suddenly cold, and while his breath was rising and falling, a pair of pupils suddenly opened, and the dark color of the pupils suddenly spread, occupying the entire eyeball.
The extremely pure pitch black color is like a dark night falling without the light of the sun, moon and sky, easily swallowing up the dark sword energy that Ying Xiu invisibly emanates under the long night.
The next moment, the vision of everyone in the hall was swallowed up, as if they were in an extremely lightless night, and they could only hear the sound of the wind ripping through the sky.
The Qi movement was instantly chaotic. When the light came out, Qiao Yuwangdian's figure had disappeared from the place and appeared in front of Ying Xiu. A sword finger was firmly pointed between Ying Xiu's heart. .
A round of black apertures rotated, imprisoning Ying Xiu's energy to death.
The gap between the two is as big as heaven and earth. Under his fingers, life is as fragile as thin paper.
As long as Qiao Yu has a thought, he can die suddenly on the spot.
But after all, he is the prince of Zhongyou and the only son of the empress.
Of course it is impossible for anyone to dare to kill the prince in front of the palace.
(End of this chapter)