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Chapter 11: Three Thousand Years of Great Dreams (Part II)

"Your Majesty, the queen gave birth to a dragon son! Great joy! Outside the imperial study, the old eunuch's shrill laughter came from.

In the imperial study, the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, wearing a golden dragon robe, sat behind the dragon case and wrote the folds. Hearing the old eunuch's annunciation, joy and sorrow flashed on the noble face, which was very complicated.

"Your Majesty......" The old eunuch ran to the emperor's side in small steps, and when he saw that the emperor's face was not happy, his originally cheerful voice sobbed.

"Quande." The emperor stared at the fold and said.

"The minions are here." The old eunuch's stooping bent bent deeper.

"Title the seventeenth prince as the king of Fukang." The Emperor's icy voice came.

The old eunuch's pupils shrank suddenly, and he bowed down and answered, "No! ”

"What? The emperor made the son of the palace the prince! The woman wearing the phoenix crown reclined on the phoenix couch with her phoenix eyes wide open, and her cherry mouth opened subconsciously because of shock, which had a unique charm.

The palace maid felt the anger of the woman in front of her, bowed down and said, "Back to the queen, yes." The emperor's Chrysostom. ”

The queen only felt angry, and jumped up from the phoenix couch in a fit of anger, wanting to smash, smash, and tear everything in the palace to pieces......

"The eldest prince, there is news from the palace that the emperor has made the seventeenth king!" The feather fan shook gently, and the Confucian robes said happily.

"Sir, I've been with you for a long time, and it's the first time I've seen you so happy. You have been sullen since your mother was pregnant with a dragon, why are you so happy today? Come! Talk to Xiao Wang! A young man wearing a golden crown with a golden crown of hair, dressed in a Kowloon yellow-edged costume, and wearing python-patterned boots stood up to greet him.

"Hey! The eldest prince didn't know. The emperor crowned these seventeen princes as kings, which means that the newly born seventeen princes have no chance to be on the throne. Do you know the title of these seventeen princes? The Confucian robe asked mysteriously.

"Zihe, don't sell it!" The eldest prince pretended to be displeased and said.

"Okay, the king of the seventeenth prince is Fukang!" The Confucian robe scholar didn't say much more, and directly informed the eldest prince.

The eldest prince was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then laughed and shouted, "Okay! Good! Good! What a blessing! ”

The Confucian robe scholar shook his feather fan lightly, looked at the big prince who looked up to the sky and laughed heartily, and smiled without saying a word. ……

"Back to the emperor, there is news from the queen." The old eunuch bowed ninety degrees to report to the emperor.

"Speak!" The emperor's voice is like a bell.

"The queen recruited her uncle, and the hussar general Yang Bo came to see her." The old eunuch Quan De bowed and said.

"Quande, I grew up with me since I was a child, I ask you how many years have I been on the throne?" The emperor lifted his high head, and saw the white hair hanging down his temples.

"The master has been the emperor for thirty-five years." A trace of nostalgia flashed in Quan De's eyes, and he replied lightly.

"Oh, it's been so long, I think it's time for me to choose a worthy monarch for this country." The old emperor squinted at the jade steps outside the imperial study, the phoenix carved railing, and the dragon pattern school field had a deep nostalgia.

But he's really old......

...... "Great prince, you can't hesitate any longer, the hussar general has already gone to the camp outside the city to mobilize military horses!" The Confucian robed scholar led a group of burly armor warriors to kneel down in front of the eldest prince and shouted anxiously.

The great prince's face was full of entanglements and contradictions, but those eyes were full of light.

"Good! For the lives of all my brothers! Xiao Wang fights! The eldest prince's eyes were shining and he said resolutely.

"Swear to defend the Great Prince!" A group of armor soldiers shouted under the leadership of the Confucian robes.

The pinnacle of this power will be stained with blood tonight......

"The eldest prince, the jade seal is located in front!" The Confucian robe said in a low voice, stretching out his hand to point to the imperial study.

"Let's go!" After a night of fighting, the eldest prince's hair was scattered and his robe was bloody, but there was no trace of exhaustion, but he became more and more energetic.

"Write down the holy decree and make the prince the prince!" The old emperor sat in the imperial study and said.

"Yes." Quande wept and drafted the will.

Listening to the sound of armor coming from outside, the old emperor looked at the written edict.

"Let's go." The old emperor leaned his back lightly on the back of his chair and said hoarsely. A line of black-red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth and dripped against the dragon's head on the yellow robe.

"Master!" Quan De's tears fell like rain, and he shouted bitterly, and his shrill voice pierced the sky......

"Bang-"

The door of the imperial study fell unwillingly with a loud bang, and Quan De slammed his head into the dragon case to follow his master......

A group of armor soldiers rushed into the imperial study. The eldest prince and the scholar in the Confucian robe then walked into the imperial study together under the escort of the armor.

"Father?" The eldest prince shouted tentatively. When he approached carefully, he finally found a line of black-red blood flowing from the corner of the old emperor's mouth.

"Father--" The eldest prince threw himself at the dead old emperor and cried...... Soon, the eldest prince became the new emperor with the support of the Manchu civil and military forces.

"The emperor has an order, the hussar general and the queen are in the harem to die, and King Fukang is raised by the palace attendants!" After this decree was issued, the hussar general was hacked to death in the army, the queen jumped into a well and died, and King Fukang was assassinated by an unknown person......

In this country, the new emperor will lead his people to live a happier and better life. Who will remember that there was once a hussar general who set up for the people of Li and died tragically in the army, and a baby in a swaddling robe died in his sleep and never saw the sun tomorrow again......

"Apprentice, it doesn't matter if your natural posture is not good, as long as you work hard, you can become a strong person." On the top of the mist-shrouded mountain, a kind old monk touched the little monk's little bald head and said.

"Yes, master, the apprentice must be diligent in his cultivation!" The little monk clasped his hands together and said firmly. It's just that for some reason a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Well, okay, in a few days, I'll go outside the mountain to collect some elixir for you, and come back to help you break through the realm of Dao Qi Cultivation and Great Perfection." The old monk said kindly. There was a chill in his eyes.

"It is really uneasy for the apprentice to let the master run around like this, it is better for the master to tell me everything he needs, and let the apprentice go down the mountain to find it and hand it over to the master." The little monk rolled his eyes and said briskly.

The old monk smiled strangely and said softly: "Don't be uneasy, you will have the opportunity to repay the master in the future." ”

The little monk's body trembled, and he responded obediently: "Yes, take care of the master." ”

The old monk touched the little monk's head and jumped down the mountain.

"Phew! You old thing with a kid and no asshole! Look at the master so closely! The little monk was sure that the old monk had really left, and he scolded loudly, his words were rude and embarrassing.

"Brother Chonglou, it's good to meet you, otherwise I will become the elixir in his mouth and the aura in his belly." The little monk smiled at the ground.

"Is the old monk gone?" A cold voice came from underground.

"Don't worry, Brother Chonglou, that old immortal is very positive for me to be able to make a blood baby pill as soon as possible!" The little monk was quite excited.

A burst of black gas rose from the ground, and after a while, a burly and domineering young man appeared in front of the little monk.

"Brother Chonglou, how should we deal with him. The next time the old bald donkey comes back, I will break through to the Great Perfection of Qi Training, and he will practice the Blood Infant Pill to help him break through to the realm of the Great Perfection of Foundation Building. The little monk looked at the man in front of him as if he had a backbone, and said sadly.

"Don't worry, you and I will do our best to obey the fate of God, if you really can't escape death, it can only be fate." Chonglou comforted the little monk, and then said in a deep voice.

"Nope! Brother Chonglou! I'm not going to accept my fate! Whoever wants me to die, I want to die! The little monk's eyes showed a fierce light, and he roared at Chonglou with a hideous face, like a wounded beast.

Chonglou quietly watched the little monk roaring in front of him unmoved, until the little monk's heavy breathing slowly stabilized.

The little monk sat slumped on the ground, thinking about how to face the future from his kind master......

For some reason, the old monk left for an unusually long time this time, which made the little monk who was ready to burn the jade with the old monk a little tired. To use an analogy, it's like you're tied to a tree, and a big man with a knife keeps slashing at your chest without stabbing into it. The feeling is ********.

"! Why hasn't the old thing come back after three months? The little monk stood on the top of the mountain, built a pergola with his hand, and looked at the green mountains and green waters in the distance.

"Don't worry, it's time to come sooner or later, how long do pigs take to kill or not!" Chonglou floated out of the ground and said indifferently.

The little monk's wild and uninhibited momentum was destroyed in this way.

"Brother Chonglou, don't you have to pour cold water on me every time I cheer myself up!" The little monk slapped his sleeves and shook his bald head and complained.

Chonglou stood aside and ignored the little monk and looked down the mountain alone.

"I suddenly felt like I could break through." The little monk came to Chonglou's side, scratching his bald head and said uncertainly.

Chonglou's eyes instantly became cold when he heard this, and a cold aura emanated from Chonglou's body.

"Brother Chonglou! What are you going to do, big brother? "I felt the cold and biting momentum of the heavy building. The little monk kept watching the heavy building retreat vigilantly.

"I don't do anything. I just thought that the old monk might have calculated the time correctly and would be back soon. As he spoke, Chonglou put away his momentum.

The little monk was still vigilant, but he was finally relieved.

"A monk who has built the foundation of the Great Perfection is enough for me to regain some strength." Chonglou thought silently. Under the vigilant gaze of the little monk, the heavy building turned into black smoke and sank into the ground.

Three days later.

"The apprentice knelt down to welcome the master back." The little monk knelt in front of the old monk and said respectfully.

"Good apprentice—" The old monk raised his hand and touched the little monk's head. The amiable tone turned into an eerie roar.

"Brother Chonglou save me!" The little monk shouted bitterly.

The old monk sealed the little monk's dantian, looked around cautiously, and found that there was no one at all.

"Humph! Dog stuff! When death is dying, you still want to play tricks! As he spoke, the old monk slapped the little monk's mouth to pieces, and his tongue and teeth were shattered into powder.

The little monk burst into tears, his eyes full of pain. Brother Chonglou, why? …… The little monk kept thinking about the days when he and Chonglou were together, turning into pills in the old monk's Dan furnace......

"I've finally broken through!" The old monk shouted excitedly.

"You too can die! Building the foundation of the Great Perfection will allow me to regain some strength! Remember, this heavy building! In the frightened eyes of the old monk, Chonglou turned into a black mist and shrouded the old monk in the black mist, draining the old monk's essence and blood.

In this way, the future demon god re-emerged here, just because of a little monk who foolishly trusted him......

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