Others' eyes couldn't help but stagnate.

Looking like a slave, the powerful commander of the carriage with a flattering face.

Although I don't know the identity of the people in the carriage, just by the performance of the commander, I know that the identity of the people inside is extremely noble.

Ma Liang, who was hidden behind, couldn't help but stagnate, and there was an indescribable strangeness in his eyes. There is a fighting spirit, there is curiosity, and there is a feeling of this chess opponent...

Sitting in the carriage, his face was like a crown of jade, and Hong Xuanji, who couldn't say the elegance, seemed to feel this kind of fighting spirit, and his eyes couldn't help but open.

But when he tried to find the source of this feeling, he found nothing.

Hong Xuanji's brows couldn't help frowning slightly, although he didn't find anything, but he couldn't help but have a bad feeling in his heart.

It's as if something bad is about to happen.

"Hongzi!"

"It's already here!"

Looking at the commanding man with a respectful face and standing groveling like a slave, the chariot driver hurriedly stopped the carriage, turned his head to look at the carriage with the curtain lower, and whispered instructions.

"Yes!"

With a soft voice full of majestic consent, Hong Xuanji, who was dressed in Confucian clothes and looked not much different from ordinary middle-aged Confucian students, slowly stepped down from the car.

Hong Xuanji's appearance seems ordinary, without any momentum, he looks like an old peasant scholar in the mountains, but no one really dares to take him lightly.

No one really dared to regard him as an old farmer in the mountains.

Although Hong Xuanji looks ordinary, he is a rare great master in the world.

In the past three hundred years, he is the most promising person to impact the existence of the Void Realm.

Don't talk about the realm, just talk about the combat power.

Hong Xuanji launched a rage, one person can be the enemy.

It is precisely because of the existence of Hong Xuanji in the court that the outer regions and the wilderness can be so stable.

What's more, as the saying goes, the country has saints, and there are no demons.

It is precisely because of the existence of a great master like him, suppressing luck, that the court will be with the light and dust.

It is precisely because of this that although Hong Xuanji is obsessed with learning and is not in the court, his influence is everywhere.

Under his influence, the White Deer Academy and the Donglin Party occupied a place in the court.

In recent years, there has been a faint trend of becoming the mainstay of the DPRK and China...

Thinking of this, the expression on the face of the commander became more and more respectful, and the eyes of the Confucian people were even more indescribably hot, like lights, and many emotions such as worship, excitement, and longing for faith were fused together to form a look that was almost crazy.

It seems that Hong Xuanji is no longer a human being, but a saint who can be compared to Confucius and Mencius and walks alive in the world.

Hong Xuanji looked around calmly, as if in this world, there was nothing that could make his expression fluctuate a little.

His gaze softened over each one.

I don't know whether intentionally or unintentionally, his gaze paused on Ma Liang for a few breaths, and a trace of undetectable suspicion appeared in the depths of his eyes.

His smooth brow twitched slightly.

However, this expression did not last long, and was very cleverly hidden by him. Whether it was the powerful commander who was close at hand, or the Confucian who was still burning in his eyes, like a mad Confucian, he didn't even find anything.

But Ma Liang, who deliberately stood in the distance, hiding his body behind everyone, couldn't help but stiffen, and his ears trembled slightly, as if someone was whispering in his ear.

With the fluttering of the ears. His face became more and more strange, and his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

But the amazing thing is that everyone present, whether it is the powerful commander of the Legalist family, or the many masters of Confucianism, Legalism, and Mohism, are unaware of this.

Obviously, the person who transmitted the voice to him was far beyond everyone else's cultivation realm.

。。。

"Everyone!"

"In front of me is the tomb of the former emperor!"

"After the Taizu of this dynasty won the world, lest future generations disturb the rest of the emperors of the previous dynasty, and specially ordered people to completely seal the entire imperial tomb with a major broken dragon stone, without the cultivation of martial arts saints, don't want to open this imperial tomb!"

Looking at the huge incomparable, carved with a whole stone, like the stone wall of the gate, the eyes of the powerful commander couldn't help but reveal a trace of amazement.

Such a huge stone is hard to find even today!

In order to close the imperial tombs of the previous dynasty, Taizu must have worked hard.

"Yes!"

Hong Xuanji looked at the huge, like a broken dragon stone wall, and couldn't help but bow his head slightly, and his eyes revealed a trace of understanding.

To be able to stand here, the identity is special.

Naturally, he is qualified to know the truth of what happened back then.

Daqian Taizu was designed by the sect and lost the national fortune for 300 years.

But Taizu is not a simple person, after listening to the opinions of the princes in the court, he actually found another way, sealed the imperial tomb of the previous dynasty, and used the formation to gather the remnants of the dragon qi of the previous dynasty to warm up, waiting for the future needs.

Unexpectedly, the white horse passed by, three hundred years passed in a blink of an eye, and the current Daqian Dynasty was about to end.

Emperor Qianpan then remembered that as long as the dragon vein of the previous dynasty was opened, the imperial tomb was opened and a special method was used to absorb all the dragon qi of the dynasty, so that the national glory of the Great Qian could be extended for a hundred years.

Thinking of this, even Hong Xuanji had to secretly admire Taizu in his heart.

Although Daqian Taizu was born recklessly and has not read many books, in terms of pattern and means, he is no less than the Taizu of any generation of Kai Dynasty.

Even in his opinion, it is above the Taizu of other dynasties.

After all, they are either from a wealthy family, or they are meritorious in the court, or they are supported by powerful sect forces, and there are very few people from humble backgrounds like the Taizu of the dynasty, almost nothing.

The more this is the case, the more rare it is.

It's just a pity that his vision is narrow after all, otherwise, he would not have been calculated by the sect and buried the 300-year-old national honor of Daqian in vain.

However, he still subconsciously turned his head and looked at the Nine Princes, who was weak and seemed to be sick at any time, and a trace of pity and sympathy couldn't help but appear in his eyes.

I'm afraid that the Nine Princes still don't know that his fate has long been doomed.

That is to serve as a carrier to supplement the dragon qi of the previous dynasty to the national fortune of the Great Qian.

Even if, in the process, there were no accidents. I'm afraid that Emperor Qianpan won't keep him.

After all, before, for him, he was just an idle prince who did not pose any threat and his body could collapse at any time.

And after receiving the dragon qi infusion, his body will not only improve greatly. The luck will also be much stronger, and it will even threaten the status of the Qiandi Pan.

With such a person, how could Emperor Qianpan keep him?

Therefore, the fate of the Nine Princes has been predestined since he was born.

Sorrowful!

It's sad!

The Ninth Prince, Yang Yan, didn't know what Hong Xuanji was thinking at all, his eyes were full of confusion and incomprehension, I don't know why the little eunuch brought him here.

No matter how much he wanted to break his brain, he couldn't think of it.

His birth was originally a conspiracy...

And this conspiracy has been planned for more than three hundred years.