Chapter 311 Xu Family
Lu Ye asked in one sentence.
Fan Buzhong and Li Guangshi had expressions on their faces that were hard to explain.
It turns out that after Luye disappeared, Pan Furong started to mobilize all the female battalion personnel to search for him.
She saw Lu Ye heading towards Xiaowang Mountain on the last day, and her first target was Xiaowang Mountain.
As a result, after the large group of troops entered Xiaowang Mountain, they found many traces of the aftermath of the war, which were extraordinary and human-made.
It might be as if the entire land was churned up, creating a huge pit about ten feet deep; or the boulders on the mountain peaks were split in two, as smooth as a mirror; or large tracts of woods were burned down, and the surrounding trees were burned down. Trees were completely frozen.
At that time, except for Pan Furong and Sister Hong, others did not know that this was the method of the Immortal Family. They could only secretly speculate, could there really be gods and ghosts in this world?
Xiaowang Mountain is a vast mountain range, and the women’s battalion went in without even a splash. In the end, the search was fruitless and they had no choice but to retreat.
Fan Buzhong and Li Guangshi could only comfort Pan Furong.
Thinking to the worst, the three brothers Lu Ye, Wang Hu, and Zhang Cunyi disappeared together.
Looking at the bright side, at least the three of them are together and can face any situation together.
Pan Furong and others had no choice but to accept this self-deception.
She waited for another month, and after confirming that she was not pregnant, she wanted to leave the provincial capital to find Lu Ye and his party.
At this time, the shocking news came that Chuang Potian was beheaded in the imperial capital. Soldiers from all sides were heavily deployed, and the situation was tense, so she could not leave.
This delayed it for another two years.
During this period, Lady Cao secured her position as regent, wiped out the disobedient military leaders one by one, boarded the Dabao, changed the country's name to Yan, and the reign name Yongsheng.
Pan Furong was also made the eldest princess, and Shunhe City was her fiefdom. Even the missing Lu Ye was made the King of Zhenxi.
Seeing that the turmoil in the world was calmed down one by one, Pan Furong no longer had to worry about anything. She took Sister Hong with her, and the master and servant left happily.
Before leaving, she told Fan Buzhong and Li Guangshi some secret information, such as the existence of people cultivating immortals, and the fact that breaking through the sky and dying was the work of the consort, etc.
Once he left, he never came back.
At first, there were a few letters sent back, but later, even the letters were broken, and I don’t know where the people went.
"Where is the letter?" Lu Ye frowned and asked directly.
"Your Majesty, all the letters are with me... Just a moment..." Fan Buzhong stood up in a hurry and retrieved the letters.
Lu Ye picked up the five letters and flipped through them one by one. The woman's words were just like her, free and unrestrained, and there was a sense of freedom and ease in them.
The footpaths of Pan Furong and Sister Hong are recorded here in turn.
It's just...
"Fu Rong, you are on the wrong path..." Lu Ye understood after reading the first letter that Pan Furong's direction was completely opposite to his own.
They were swept south by Mo Ruyan, while Pan Furong and Sister Hong went north, going in completely opposite directions.
A few letters briefly introduced the local customs and customs along the road, saying that they were very good friends and there was no need to worry.
The last letter was sent from Liushui County, Chu State.
Then all messages came to an abrupt end, and Pan Furong never sent a letter back again.
Fan Buzhong saw Lu Ye frowning and hurriedly comforted him.
"Your Majesty, don't worry too much."
"Perhaps the area where the eldest princess is currently is too remote and it is inconvenient to write letters, so the news is cut off."
Lu Ye glanced sideways at Fan Buzhong - you are really good at comforting people and you said it very well. Don't say it again in the future.
"Brother, Lingyun Sect happens to be located near Liushui County..." Shu Chitu suddenly said from the side.
Qi Fangfang left a jade slip before leaving, which contained a map commonly used in the cultivation world of Chu.
Luye perked up.
"Okay, dear brothers, after the matter here is settled, we will go to Chu State for a visit."
"When you enter the sect, I just happened to be looking for Furong."
Wang Hu, Zhang Cunyi and Shu Chitu shook their heads - Brother, there is strength in numbers. We must do our part to find my sister-in-law.
Fan Buzhong wanted to persuade.
Prince, eldest princess, you two are looking for him, and he is looking for you, why not stay in Shunhe City safely.
But he opened his mouth, but no words came out.
The husband and wife are worried about each other. How is it possible for them to sit back and wait for death?
Lu Ye put a few letters from Pan Furong into his storage bag and then changed the topic.
"You two, Furong and I are not here, so I will leave all the matters in this city to you."
"Is there any difficulty now?"
"I will solve it together. .”
Fan Buzhong and Li Guangshi first mentioned the matter of heirs. After all, who knew when Lu Ye and Pan Furong would come back next time.
Shunhe City is such a big city that it really needs a little master, or at least a candidate.
It’s not like we are in that embarrassing situation, and there is no one to support the facade.
Lu Ye pondered for a moment, isn’t it necessary to arrange the three roads?
Now those Lu clan members have been driven away from the palace.
His sons and daughters have been cultivating and observing them since they were young.
Just choose the best among them to be the crown prince.
If none of them are satisfied, choose their next generation.
There is really no talent to build, and there is no way to choose a tall one among the dwarfs.
Lu Ye smiled.
"He can take his place!"
The person who cultivates immortality is not willing to be a mortal emperor. A mere throne is not important to him.
However, the female camp troops who followed him and Pan Furong also needed someone to be loyal to.
Fan Buzhong and Li Guangshi smiled bitterly.
"Your Majesty, both of us are old and decrepit. We may not live for a few more years. How can we fulfill your Majesty's instructions? We are really powerless."
Lu Ye turned his hand and found two more porcelain bottles of pills.
To the cultivators, these pills are just ordinary nourishing pills, but to mortals, they are a dimension-reducing blow and have miraculous effects.
"Two elders, the elixir here can adjust your body, making you immune to all diseases, and your eyesight and ears will be sharp!"
"You can still live twenty more years. ”
Fan Buzhong and Li Guangshi were overjoyed and hurriedly took the pills and thanked them.
Li Guangshi said again.
"My nephew, I saw that you just came back with the head of Cao Qing, who was lame and a thousand years old."
"I wonder if there is a solution to the 10,000 army ten miles away from the city?"
"Cao Qing is dead, can they let it go?"
Lu Ye laughed.
"Uncle Li Shi!"
"Those ten thousand people are like chickens and dogs, and they are completely defeated."
He slapped his storage bag, and a flying sword immediately flew out. The flying sword galloped out of the hall and circled the trees outside the court, which were as thick as a human's arms.
The thick tree collapsed, leaving a wooden pile with an extremely smooth cut surface.
Then the flying sword flew across the ground like a meteor, flying all the way outside the court, cutting off countless objects along the way.
Finally, Feijian returned to the hall and floated in the air.
Lu Ye drew a talisman in the air and photographed it on the sword.
A little thunder and lightning light immediately appeared on the tip of the sword, and the blue tiles of light shone throughout the hall.
Stab it!
A series of mini-thunders twisted down from the tip of the sword and hit the ground.
The hall was paved with fine floor tiles, but now it had been smashed by thunder and turned into powder, exuding a burnt stench.
Fan Buzhong, Li Guangshi and others were stunned. Is this the method of the Xian family?
Lu Ye put away the flying sword.
"Have you seen it, Mr. Er? I just performed a trick and deliberately reduced the power..."
"This is not how to deal with those more than 10,000 people..."
It turned out that four people entered the city from the air.
Wang Hu was anxious and flew away to find Sister Hong.
Lu Ye and others followed Cao Shui all the way and listened to him and the Taoist priest next to him discussing various conspiracies and tricks in the ghost realm.
I learned that Cao Shui was just a reckless vanguard, followed by Cao Qing, a hungry wolf.
Lu Ye then ordered Zhang Cunyi to contact Wang Hu and go to the palace gate with Shu Chitu to protect the female camp and capture Cao Shui and Lu Santong along the way.
He went ten miles outside the city.
Sure enough, we saw more than 10,000 men and horses lined up in the wilderness, ready to attack the city at any time.
Lu Ye used the thunder talisman to rain down dense lightning, grabbing Cao Qing and the generals around him with a spoonful, and chopped them all into charred corpses.
Among those people, there was actually a monk who was in the late stage of qi training. He was hit by lightning and his whole body was covered in smoke. He was so angry that he rushed to the sky to ask Lu Ye for a sign.
After a few rounds of back and forth, he was beaten to a pulp by him.
Before he died, he could not beg for mercy and spoke harshly, as if he was the elder of the Xu family, the three largest families in the Yan Kingdom.
The two competed in the air, their spells colliding, and the aftermath hit the ground.
The more than 10,000 troops first saw someone fighting in the sky, and everyone thought they were seeing living gods fighting.
The aftermath of the battle between the two was hit again. Everyone was shocked and scrambled to escape. The entire elite army collapsed and fled all over the mountains and plains.
Fan Buzhong frowned and touched his beard.
"Your Majesty, Cao Qingquan, the eunuch of Yan State, has always been trusted by Emperor Yongsheng."
"My life was taken in front of everyone. I'm afraid Emperor Yongsheng will not let it go."
Lu Ye sneered.
"Then I will convince Emperor Yongsheng!"
"If she doesn't understand, then change the emperor of Yan country."
"Do you really think that you can sit back and relax after finding the Xu family to make offerings?"
He waved his hand, and soul sand flew out of the Qi nourishing gourd around his waist, and a ghost floated out of it, in the form of a light green shadow, Gao Guanbo Belt, dress up as a refined scholar.
But at this moment, this man had a ferocious face and looked at Lu Ye and roared loudly.
“It was you...it was you who killed me!”
“Just wait, the Xu family will never let you go!” You have been struggling in the soul fire for hundreds of years, and you have been suffering from the soul refining day and night!”
The ghost cursed angrily, and with his words, the soul power spread out in waves. The temperature in the hall suddenly dropped, and white frost spread on the floor tiles.
In the hall, Fan Buzhong, Li Guangshi, Zhang Biao, and Fan Buju all saw this scene for the first time.
Their mortal bodies were blown by the gloomy soul power. Their whole bodies were frozen from the inside out, and their teeth chattered.
Luye smiled when he saw this and just waved his hand.
A righteous and soft mana flowed out, imprisoning him, and all negative states disappeared at once.
The air temperature in the hall returned to normal, and Fan Buzhong returned to normal.
"Xu family?" Lu Ye rolled his eyes, "Do you know Xu Guang?"
When he committed suicide and returned to the provincial capital, Chuang Potian, if he hadn't been penetrated by Xu Guang, How could Gangzi be robbed by Mo Ruyan when he was brought to Xiaowang Mountain?
Speaking of which, the Xu family owes him a lot.
The Confucian scholar was stunned.
"Xu Guang is my cousin. He died in Xiaowang Mountain ten years ago. How do you know him?"
"Could it be that my cousin died in your hands?"
Lu Ye nodded.
"It's good to know each other. Then Xu Guang still owes me a blood debt. Since you are his cousin, you are here to pay it back!"
"Soul refining? What a good idea!"
As soon as he activated his magic power, countless ghosts flew out of the soul sand, flying up and down around the Confucian ghost.
With one pounce, he tore out large pieces of ghost soul from the opponent's soul.
Lu Ye pinched the magic again, and several clusters of rootless fire were ignited at Yinhun's feet.
The ghost of the Confucian scholar was burned until he screamed, and even his soul was roasted until it was deformed like soft mud.
So again and again.
"I surrender, I surrender..."
"Good man, spare my life..."
The ghost of the Confucian scholar finally couldn't hold it back, and he no longer looked like his original unruly self. Kneel down and beg for mercy, grovel, be extremely well-behaved, and answer all questions.
Seeing that the opponent had softened, Lu Ye withdrew the punishment method.
"Are the three great immortal cultivators in the Yan Kingdom still Xu Mayao and Yao now?"
"Which family did the royal family seek refuge with?"
"What cultivation level are the royal worshipers around Emperor Yongsheng?"
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"Is there any important news about cultivating immortality in the Yan Kingdom recently?"
The Confucian Ghost answered honestly.
Nowadays, the three families of cultivating immortals are still the three families of Xu, Ma and Yao, there is no difference.
The three families had a scuffle ten years ago, and each sent their people to Xiaowang Mountain to search for the foundation-building treasure. In the end, they all suffered a huge loss, and the treasure was not found even after people died.
Later the three parties had no choice but to make a truce.
At this time Emperor Yongsheng established the Yan Dynasty.
The three families did not rush to take action, but quietly observed on the side. A few years later, they saw that the Yan Kingdom was prospering and its power was rising steadily. They were sure that Emperor Yongsheng was not a short-lived emperor like Chuang Potian.
Only then did they decide to place a bet on Emperor Yongsheng, and entered the capital to serve as royal servants.
It’s just different from what I was used to.
In the past, the three families each protected the royal family for ten years and enjoyed the royal family's resources for ten years.
Nowadays, because the estrangement between the three families has become deep, they each sent an elder in the late stage of Qi training to the palace to serve as a royal offering, to supervise each other, to jointly protect the safety of the royal family, and to share the benefits of the country.
Emperor Yongsheng was surrounded by the three families of Xu, Ma, and Yao who enshrined and protected him in the later stage of Qi training.
This Confucian ghost was also unlucky. This time he was sent by Emperor Yongsheng to protect Cao Qing, but he met Lu Ye and was beaten to death after he couldn't move more than a few moves.
Lu Ye nodded slightly.
This all makes sense.
The Yongsheng Emperor previously rewarded the female camp troops generously, made him the king and the eldest princess of Jin, and even generously designated a city as a kingdom within a kingdom, just for the safety of his neck and head.
Now that he has found a royal cultivator to worship him, he is strong-willed, and he is not afraid of the wild men in the wild killing the emperor's dragon in anger, so he sent Cao Qing's uncle and nephew to retake Shunhe City.
Lu Ye asked a few more questions.
Seeing that there was nothing new about this ghost, it started to lose its memory, so I took it back.
Fan Buzhong frowned.
"Your Majesty, what should we do?"
"The three families of Xu, Ma and Yao worshiped each other. Now that one has died, there are two more around Emperor Yongsheng!"
"And if this little one dies, I'm afraid the elders in the family will be provoked."
"It's all trouble!"
Lu Ye clasped his fingers and shook his head.
“It’s not a trouble. From now on, the Yan Kingdom will no longer be the three major immortal cultivators.”
“You still need to join my Lu family!”
He looked at Zhang Cunyi.
"Third brother, you and your son have not seen each other for ten years. You must have a lot to say."
"Let's take a day off. Tomorrow night we will go to the Imperial City to meet Emperor Yongsheng!"
Everyone gathered together that night to support Lu Ye and others.
After three rounds of wine, the five flavors of food are over.
Fan Buzhong sighed.
"Your Majesty, ten years have passed by in the blink of an eye."
"We are all much older, but looking at you and your adopted brothers, your style remains the same, your appearance has not changed at all, and you are even younger. A little more."
He pointed at Zhang Cunyi and Zhang Biao again.
“From the outside, who can believe that they are father and son? They look like brothers!”
"In a few decades, I'm afraid Zhang Biao will look much older than his father, right?"
"This journey of cultivating immortality is really awe-inspiring and awe-inspiring!"
Lu Yehaha A smile.
“What’s so difficult about this!”
“Come and see if everyone is destined to be immortal!”
He looked at Shu Chitu, who immediately took out a few talismans from his storage bag and handed them into the hands of Fan Buzhong, Li Guangshi, Zhang Biao and Fan Buju.
This is a spiritual root talisman commonly used in the spiritual world, and can be used to roughly test spiritual roots.
The famous ones are both accurate and inaccurate.
The accurate thing is - as long as all the talismans are burned to ashes, the person being tested must have mortal roots and cannot cultivate immortality without spiritual roots.
What is not accurate is that the remaining parts of those talismans after burning can prove that the person being tested has spiritual roots and can practice, and can roughly distinguish the level of the spiritual roots.
But for those who have hidden spiritual roots and special spiritual roots, they cannot be detected by this method.
Shu red soil pinches the magic formula, and the talisman burns.
Everyone felt their palms getting hot.
Stretching out his hand again, Fan Buzhong turned the talisman in his palm into a ball of ashes. He had no immortal connection and no spiritual roots.
A corner of the talisman was left in Li Guangshi's palm, and the rest turned into ashes. It should be a Grade B spiritual root.
The most remaining part of the talisman in Zhang Biao's palm was almost half, which was about the second-grade spiritual root.
Fan Buju stretched out his hand tremblingly, but like his grandfather Fan Buju, his palm was full of ashes of the talisman, with no trace left at all.
"Mr. Fan, it's a pity that none of your ancestors and grandchildren are destined to be immortals..." Shu Chitu said, "Mr. Li and my eldest nephew, you can cultivate immortality."
Fan Bu Zhong Wenyan showed a disappointed expression. He was so old that he was almost buried in the earth. It didn't matter whether he could become an immortal or not. It was just a pity that his grandson could not follow the path of immortality.
Li Guangshi asked Shu Chitu and knew that at his age, his spiritual roots were not very good, so he might not be able to achieve any results through cultivation.
He was very free and easy, saying that his Dantian had been broken before, and he had spent his whole life looking for a way to repair it and re-cultivate it, but to no avail.
Unexpectedly, he would find the Dharma in his twilight years, but he was also tired. Since he could not gain a reputation after practicing hard for more than ten years, why bother himself? It is better to enjoy the happiness of family relationship. good.
Fan Buju was a little disappointed and patted Zhang Biao on the shoulder. The two of them had a very good relationship, he joked.
Biaozi, it seems that you will live longer than me. When I die of old age, remember to visit my grave every year.
Zhang Biao comforted his friend - don't worry, there will be no less of your favorite fat five flowers.
Lu Ye felt funny on the side.
Fan Buju can live for one hundred and fourteen years. It is a long-lived exotic species in the sky. Zhang Biao's fat five-flowered flower will probably not be used until a hundred years later, and he has to wait.
The next day.
Lu Ye and others said goodbye to Fan Buzhong, Li Guangshi, Fan Buju and Zhang Biao, saying that they would definitely return in three to five days at most, or in one or two days at the earliest.
They used Escape Light and headed straight to the imperial capital to meet Emperor Yongsheng for a while.
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Half a day later.
In the imperial city.
In a main hall of the harem, sandalwood overflows.
This is a place where Taoist worship is enshrined.
Emperor Yongsheng came here with a long team, asked the left and right to retreat, and entered alone.
Under the sun.
The appearance of Lady Yongsheng Emperor Cao has not changed much from ten years ago.
Ten years ago, she was the leader of a group of refugees. She knew practical matters and knew how to advance and retreat. She clung to Chuang Po Tian and became a concubine. She had both banditry and coquettishness in her body.
Ten years later, she is already the founding king of the Yan Dynasty. Her facial features have not changed, her eyebrows have not changed, and she has the domineering temperament of having been in a high position for a long time. She is not angry and has authority.
If Chuang Potian were to come back alive and see her, he would definitely not dare to recognize her. How could his delicate Concubine Cao be like this?
After Emperor Yongsheng held incense and worshiped the statue of Taoist God, he stood up and bowed again to the shadow.
"Two immortals, it has been a few days since my brother Cao Qing left, and the journey has already reached outside Shunhe City."
"I suddenly had a nightmare last night, my na My godbrother is left with a headless body, covered in blood and asked me to avenge him.”
“Is there something wrong over there?”
(End of this chapter)