"Where to go?"

Qian Tomb looked at the merchant lady with some surprise.

"There are thousands of monuments on the Thousand Tombs Mountain, since you do not hesitate to use the thousand monuments left to you by your master to turn them into more effective revenge weapons, the more corpses you raise, the stronger they are. Even if these corpses can only have methods similar to those of the cultivators of the Six Realms, after all, they are dead creatures, and they are truly 'not afraid of death' when facing enemies. The eldest lady of the merchant stroked the sea of qi with her hand, slowly reconciled the vitality in her body, and instead of answering positively, she asked rhetorically, "If the number of corpses you have stored reaches a certain level, then you will no longer be able to compete with some powerful cultivators, but you will have the ability of a single cultivator to fight against a huge army." Do you think about the Great Qi Dynasty, where are the remains of many intact grandmasters?"

The Thousand Tombs shook suddenly, and his breathing paused slightly: "Ancestral Hall?"

The merchant's voice was still as soft and unhurried as usual, "Do you dare to go with me to planing it?"

Qian Tomb looked at her for a long time, and couldn't help but say, "You are different from the legendary lonely ghost in the fish market. ”

The Xiansheng Hall is not an ordinary hall, but an imperial mausoleum, the imperial tomb of the founding emperor of the Great Qi Dynasty.

This hall enshrines the statues of the virtuous emperor and the heroes who contributed to the founding of the country in that era, and records their deeds, and just below this hall is their mausoleum.

Those who are called "sages" and "sages" in the history books of the Great Qi Dynasty, whether they died on the battlefield, or grew old in the process of governing the country later, or died of illness, were buried with the great emperor by special means.

Thirty-six|The great sages, the seventy-two sages, and those saints and sages with slightly lower status correspond to the stars in the sky in the annals of the Great Qi Dynasty, and the children of the people have heard the stories of many of them, and even in the hometowns of those sages and some places where they have practiced and studied, there are ancestral halls to commemorate them.

As early as in the Night Stalker's Thousand Dust Mountain Array, Ding Ning and he imagined the possibility of controlling many corpses to form an army, so that even if they encountered an army like Bai Qi's God Killing Army, they could be defeated.

In the Thousand Dust Mountains, the Thousand Tombs also controlled several of these corpses, but his heart was not big enough, and he didn't associate this with a place like the Ancestral Church at all.

Is this as simple as digging up an imperial tomb?

How many cultivation places in the Great Qi Dynasty are related to those sages and sages?

What would the people of the Great Qi Dynasty think?

In the legend, the eldest lady of the merchant lived in the Changling Fish Market, just like a lonely ghost who borrowed a temple to accommodate her, and did not even dare to see the sun, but now the thousand tombs know what kind of power is contained in her weak voice.

"Who doesn't want to have a place to settle down, no disputes, no worries, if they are not forced into a hurry, who will jump off the wall in a hurry?"

The eldest lady of the merchant looked at the thousand tombs, and there was inexplicably more sadness in her soft voice: "The merchant's widow is lonely and weak, even if the door is beheaded, I don't dare to talk about revenge, I just spend the rest of my life in the fish market, but Changling can't even tolerate the fish market, and even the senior brother who asked for it was nailed through the sea of qi by the soul suppression, and his own life was regarded as something that threatened the Bashan Sword Field." The current Emperor Qi does not distinguish between friend and foe, treachery, what is it to dig up one of his ancestral graves? I am from Qin, and I have obtained some Great Qi cultivation methods, even if I will be scolded and hunted down by your Qi people forever in the future, it doesn't matter, but you, you are Yan Ying's disciple, if you want to go with me, it is with you. ”

In such a soft and poignant voice, the thousand tombs calmed down.

"My master even gave his life for this great qi, but what did he do?"

He said in a calm and soft voice, "I think that one of his ancestors would have slapped him with his own hands if he had known what he had done today, and if he could have jumped out of the coffin." dug up the Ancestral Hall to teach him a lesson, which just made all the Qi people think about it. ”

......

"Why does Zheng Sleeve never like Hu Hai very much, but prefers Fusu, is it because Fusu is really her and Wang Jingmeng's blood?"

"Fusu is the blood and blood of her and Wang Jingmeng, and there is almost no such possibility. In my personal judgment, she doesn't like Hu Hai very much, firstly, because Hu Hai is stupid, he once heard about some people in Bashan Sword Field when he was a child, and he was very disgusted with those people in Bashan Sword Field in words, and he didn't have any respect. Perhaps he naively thought that by viciously cursing Yuanwu and her former rivals, he would be able to win affection, but he didn't understand her complex emotions. Another point should come from Hu Hai, maybe not what she needs. She may only need a son like Fusu at all, and he is not the prince she needs to give birth to, so he will naturally not be liked by her after he is born, not to mention that Fusu's face is more like her, many people even think that he is like Wang Jingmeng, and Hu Hai is more like Yuanwu. ”

"So you mean that she actually prefers Wang Jingmeng more in her heart, and Hu Hai himself comes from a certain sleep she doesn't want to do?"

"Who can say clearly the love and hate of people like her, and as for the matter of waiting, it comes entirely from my speculation. ”

"I think that for a powerful grandmaster, the pleasure of the flesh itself is incomparable to the pleasure of the spirit, and whoever gets who gets it is like a conquest... People like them, who originally had the joy of bed, each had their own needs, and no one said who conquered whom, but it was different to have children for them. ”

“......”

In Changling, the man with a thick cloth on his face is engaged in many conversations with the doctor who is helping him remove the cloth.

This man is Zhao Gao, he was wearing a yellow robe of Jiaodong County, and he was the messenger of Jiaodong County who was closest to Zheng Sleeve.

The physician is Han Yuchun, a famous doctor of the Han Dynasty in the past, and has the reputation of a jade-faced ghost hand. However, time is the best knife to kill pigs, and his hair has turned gray at this time, especially after the fall of the Han Dynasty, in the first few years of the Great Qin Dynasty's slavery and slavery, not only his eyesight has been damaged, but even a few teeth have been loosened due to too coarse food.

As a result, his countenance became older than that of many of his contemporaries, and wrinkles even appeared early in the corners of his eyes and forehead.

The place where Zhao Gao and Han Yuchun talked was also in the depths of the underground of the medical hall, and the design of the cellar was almost exactly the same as the cellar where Shen Xuan imprisoned Hu Hai, which was also written by Shen Xuan.

In the long period of time when he disappeared from the world, Zhao Gao received many bone cutting and face shaping techniques in this place where he did not see the light of day.

At this moment, the thick medicinal cloth covering his face was uncovered layer by layer, and two identical faces appeared in this dark room.

The same gray hair, the same face, even the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes and forehead, and the missing teeth are exactly the same.

Zhao Gao's appearance and even body shape became completely consistent with this Han Yuchun.

Han Yuchun looked at Zhao Gao with emotion, he was like looking at a mirror.

Bone cutting, bone grafting, especially changing height and grinding off some different edges and corners of bones, is a pain that ordinary people can't bear at all, and this pain will accompany this person for the rest of his life, but the man in front of him can easily bear it.

It was the greatest masterpiece of his life.

"Now that even the skin color is completely the same, I have completely disposed of the scar for you, and when you get to the ground and walk in the sun for a few days, the medicine will naturally be completely lost. ”

Han Yuchun looked at Zhao Gao, and said with emotion and seriousness: "If you want to say that the only flaw is your cultivation. ”

Zhao Gao laughed.

He nodded, and then a slight strange noise sounded in the sea of air.

In the next moment, his body began to release vitality outward.

This kind of release is very violent, not the usual quick invocation of the true element, but a complete dispersion, but a complete abandonment of one's own cultivation.

Han Yuchun's eyes were instantly full of shock, "You have abolished your cultivation?"

Zhao Gao pursed his lips tightly, then regained his composure, and laughed again, "Since revenge doesn't require cultivation, then this only ill can also not exist." ”

Han Yuchun took a deep breath, was silent for a moment, and said, "In this way, it will take a few more days before the traces of you as a cultivator will not be exposed." And I've told you everything I know these days, and you should know how to use medicine to help you. ”

Zhao Gao nodded, and he bowed deeply and thanked the doctor.

Han Yuchun's face became solemn, he bowed seriously in return, and then gently bit the pill that had been embedded between his teeth.

His complexion quickly darkened, black blood flowed from his nostrils, and then he died painlessly, and his body slowly turned to black water.

In this plan of him and Zhao Gao, there is one last loophole, and that is himself.

From now on, he disappeared.

Zhao Gao is him, and there are no loopholes.

Time seemed to be frozen in this dark room, and Zhao Gao gave a salute for a long time and didn't get up.