"Didn't Emperor Yonghuang want to lure the snake out of the hole, why did they escape again?" When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, he was angry, and he angrily reprimanded Lao Jia. A hint of bitterness appeared on Lao Jia's dark face, and he explained to Ding Xiaoyi: "Your Majesty has his own ideas, and the masters in the palace have already been dispatched, so they may want to wipe out all the lamplighters in the palace."

"A master in the palace?" Ding Xiaoyi's face showed a touch of disdain, he knew that there were strong people in the palace, but he didn't think that the strong people in the palace could leave those lamplighters. Li Hongying's strength is too strong, even if he can't kill with one blow, and Li Hongying has also cultivated the power of the realm, he doesn't believe that the palace master can catch Li Hongying and other lamplighter powerhouses.

Don't talk about Li Hongying, even the strength of the legendary sword god Fang Bai Yu can beat all the palace powerhouses, not to mention that the lamplighter is a transformed powerhouse. Thinking of this, Ding Xiaoyi knew that his mother's revenge still had to be avenged by himself, relying on the palace, and there was no hope at all. He didn't expect to beat the watchmen, after all, there were not only lamp lighters in the palace in Dayong, they should have met other lamp lighters.

The credibility of the Dayong royal family has already collapsed, Ding Xiaoyi no longer believes in the Dayong royal family, and everything still has to rely on himself. Lao Jia silently withdrew, and Ding Xiaoyi was the only one left in the huge room, he was lying on this bed, surrounded by the breath of his mother's life. He greedily breathed in the air that remained of his mother's breath, happiness came too late, but happiness was too short. Before he could enjoy his mother's love, his mother was forced to death by Li Hongying, which made him feel unable to calm down for a long time.

Three days later, Ding Xiaoyi saw Emperor Yong, and he also saw Feng Qingwu, his face was gloomy and silent. He just glanced at Emperor Yong coldly, then turned around and walked towards the coffin, which contained the body of his mother. Ding Xiaoyi wore a white ribbon around his arms, and he did not wear a filial piety hat on his head. Behind him was a long sword wrapped in coarse cloth, and he escorted the coffin to the Imperial Tomb.

Emperor Yong's face showed a touch of bitterness, he looked at Ding Xiaoyi, who was gradually moving away, and the phoenix light dance beside him was the essence of the phoenix's eyes flashing. Seeing that the spirit sending team was out of his sight, Emperor Yonghuang put his hands behind his back, and he turned around and walked towards the palace. Feng Qingwu's beautiful eyes revealed a touch of beautiful light, and she finally sighed and walked towards the inner courtyard of the palace. Ding Xiaoyi silently rode his horse to guard the coffin, and there were not many Praetorian Guards who sent the spirit.

There was no huge funeral gift, only dozens of people who were silently moving forward, and the coffin of Princess Dayong was placed on the carriage, and Ding Xiaoyi rode a horse to guard the side. The procession slowly drove out of the palace, and then slowly drove out of the imperial capital, heading north

of the Imperial Mausoleum. The Imperial Tomb is not an imperial tomb, and only the truly dead royal family will be buried in the Imperial Tomb. The imperial tomb is a mausoleum of the Dayong Emperor of the past dynasties, and they did not die because of the blessing of the national fortune.

From the rising sun to the arrival of the spirit sending team to the imperial tomb, the sun was already setting, Ding Xiaoyi rode his horse and stood up, and he saw a towering mountain peak appear in his sight. The spirit sending team walked very slowly, for fear of disturbing the Dayong Gongsheng lying in the coffin. There was a eunuch in the palace who presided over all affairs, and this eunuch was extremely familiar with such things.

"Ding Gongzi, please dismount", when he came to the entrance of the majestic mountain, the eunuch whispered to Ding Xiaoyi. Ding Xiaoyi rolled off the horse, he stood next to the coffin, he let go and touched the coffin, he seemed to feel his mother's breath. An indescribable sorrow surged through his heart, and he wanted to howl loudly. Several burly Praetorian Guards carried the coffin and walked swiftly towards the majestic mountain.

Ding Xiaoyi followed closely, and the chief eunuch sighed, and he waved the dust in his hand and followed behind Ding Xiaoyi. Several Praetorian Guards silently followed the eunuch, and they were silent. They came halfway up the mountain, where several weather-beaten veterans watched in amazement as a brand-new red coffin was lifted. They couldn't help but have a look of excitement in their eyes.

Ding Xiaoyi looked around, this is the location of the imperial mausoleum, and saw that there were already people who had buried the royal family around the imperial mausoleum. There are princes, county lords, and few princess tombs. The Imperial Tomb is guarded by special royal guards, and these weather-covered armor are

Tomb guards sent by the royal family. It's just that Ding Xiaoyi was puzzled why these royal guards showed excited expressions on their faces as soon as they saw a new coffin coming.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Dayong's Jade Princess, who is troubleshooting to open a feng shui treasure land." The eunuch said very politely to the weathered royal guards. And the royal guards just glanced at the eunuch coldly, and their eyes fell on Ding Xiaoyi, who had a white ribbon tied around his arms. "There are more than 900 feng shui treasures in this imperial mausoleum, which are divided into heaven, earth and people. I don't know what kind of wind and sand treasure you want," said one of the royal guards, speaking out of the eunuch in a haughty manner.

Ding Xiaoyi didn't negotiate, he looked at the mausoleums in the mountains, and saw that there were countless mausoleums in the mountains, and some had not yet become mausoleums, which was called a treasure of feng shui. Only those who have buried the dead are called mausoleums, and those who have not buried the dead are called longevity tombs, or they are called feng shui treasures. Ding Xiaoyi doesn't know much about such rules, so one

Che let the eunuch negotiate.

"That Ding Gongzi, there are three levels of Feng Shui treasure land here, I don't know which level Ding Gongzi wants to choose", the eunuch turned to Ding Xiaoyi, he asked cautiously. "Then choose the best", Ding Xiaoyi frowned, this imperial tomb is divided into three, six, nine and so on, which makes him very unhappy. "Okay, minions, let's do it," the eunuch began to negotiate with the royal guards again.

After some negotiation by the eunuch, the last few royal guards came to Ding Xiaoyi's side, and they stretched out their rough palms and looked at Ding Xiaoyi with burning eyes. Ding Xiaoyi was stunned, he didn't know what the other party meant. "Boy, don't you know the rules, this is the wine money for my brothers, and I will take more care of the Jade Princess's mausoleum in the future", a veteran A showed Ding Xiaoyi a smile that he thought was very innocent.

Ding Xiaoyi patted the Qiankun bag, only to see a dazzling white glow in his hand, and several spirit stones appeared in his palm. He put the spirit stone in the hands of those royal guards, but those guards didn't expect that Ding Xiaoyi would be a spirit stone as soon as he made a move, which made them overjoyed. Although they are the mausoleum keepers here, they are also cultivators, so they naturally recognize the spirit stone.

"This prince is really arrogant, the brothers will definitely take care of the Jade Princess's mausoleum, and they will definitely not let the Jade Princess be disturbed in any way." A veteran patted Ding Xiaoyi's chest and reassured, and hearing the veteran's assurance, Ding Xiaoyi said calmly, "Then it's troublesome for everyone."

Subsequently, Ding Xiaoyi chose a condescending and unique feng shui treasure as his mother's mausoleum. When the coffin entered the mausoleum, Ding Xiaoyi felt an inexplicable tingling pain in his heart. The mausoleum was completely sealed, and only a stone tablet was left in front of the mausoleum, which introduced the life of Xiahou Yu. Ding Xiaoyi raised the long sword in his hand and engraved "Unfilial son, Ding Xiaoyi stands" next to the stone tablet.

The spirit sending team left, and Ding Xiaoyi was the only one left in the huge imperial mausoleum, he sat quietly next to his mother's mausoleum, and he patted the bag. A wine gourd appeared in his hand, and he looked up in a binge of drinking, the spicy liquor rushing to his chest. Two lines of tears had slipped from his eyes, he finally found his mother, he had a sense of home, who knew but it was still empty.

A figure slowly walked from a distance, Ding Xiaoyi tightened, and he already felt that the figure was contemplating with majestic sword intent. He fixed his gaze, and he saw an old man in a sixtieth armor walking slowly. Ding Xiaoyi's eyes were slightly open, and an angry expression appeared on his face, and the killing intent in his eyes was undisguised.