Chapter 330 I Want To

When Zuo Daoqi walked into the formation, no one noticed anything unusual.

He was not surprised, but he still couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the Wuji Banner was a little too overbearing.

Thanks again to Corpse Sect and Hydroxy Kong for their gifts.

When he walked into the territory, he saw Cao Fang. This former guard of the Yue Palace had been doing his duty after being sent by the Ninth Prince. He was definitely a good employee.

Zuo Daoqi smiled slightly in his heart, bypassed Cao Fang and came to the inner courtyard. His spiritual sense was unfolded, and he immediately found the imperial concubine and two other familiar auras.

Tuotuo and Su Yuchan.

Interesting, Su Yuchan didn't run away?

But he was too lazy to pursue these at the moment, just flashed into the attic where the imperial concubine was, and the imperial concubine was practicing.

She didn't sit cross-legged like ordinary cultivators, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth by meditating.

Instead, she sat in front of the documents, playing the piano with her bare hands. As the piano sounded, spiritual energy slowly flowed and turned into a kind of vigorous vitality.

The sound of the piano was lingering, with a kind of vigorous life force. It seemed that from the sound of the piano, one could hear the grass growing from the open space after the heavy rain, growing vigorously, and swaying in the wind, exuding a unique charm.

This scene made Zuo Daoqi couldn't help but marvel.

The imperial concubine's cultivation and understanding seemed to be beyond his expectations.

She actually took a different approach, venting her physical desires with the sound of the piano, but constantly attracting spiritual energy to infuse her body with the seeds of life in her desires.

This method was really something Zuo Daoqi had never seen before.

So Zuo Daoqi's heart moved, thinking of the imperial concubine's unwillingness to practice dual cultivation with him before, he understood that the imperial concubine was unable to get over some obstacles in her heart after all.

He knew in his heart that the imperial concubine had himself in her heart, and she was willing to follow him and come all the way from Kyoto, which could prove this.

But then he felt ashamed, and he felt a little sorry for the imperial concubine. He thought that after coming to Yuezhou, he would live happily with her, but because of various coincidences, he went to the Tianmo Ruins again and ignored the feelings of the imperial concubine.

He did not disturb the imperial concubine, but stood quietly behind her, using his Taoist foundation to draw the spiritual energy in the world to the attic so that the imperial concubine could absorb the spiritual energy better.

Perhaps because her cultivation was abolished in the past, the imperial concubine's cultivation speed was not fast. It has been a year since he left, and the imperial concubine's cultivation is still in the state of eating air, far from the time when she can build a foundation.

After a long time, the sound of the piano finally stopped.

The voice of the imperial concubine came slowly, still as gentle as before, with a unique maternal nature.

"You are back."

Zuo Daoqi was a little surprised that the imperial concubine could find him, but he did not ask, just walked forward a few steps, squatted down to the level of the imperial concubine, and said softly, "Well, I'm back."

Just like a family.

The imperial concubine also noticed this atmosphere, and she habitually reached out and stroked Zuo Daoqi's head.

"You have lost some weight."

"I miss my sister, and I lose weight unconsciously."

"How can I lose weight if I miss me? You talk nonsense every day." The imperial concubine seemed to be angry and happy, and patted Zuo Daoqi.

The two seemed to be in love, and the imperial concubine finally noticed this, so she slowly stood up with an extremely elegant posture, avoiding Zuo Daoqi's hand unnoticeably.

"The emperor is dead."

Zuo Daoqi had already known the news on his way back.

Last October, Emperor Yuanji died, and the whole country mourned. After that, the ninth son, King Yue, ascended the throne and became the emperor, named Zhengming!

"Well."

The imperial concubine looked into the distance, "Let's go back too, after all, he is Lingshu's father."

Zuo Daoqi's face froze, and a stab of pain came from his heart.

He knew in his heart that in the entanglement, the imperial concubine finally made a choice, not to become his woman, but to get along with him as Ji Lingshu's mother.

He squeezed out a somewhat ugly smile on his face and said softly, "Well, my sister has been away from Beijing for almost two years, and Lingshu should go back."

"Yes, I thought about it too."

The imperial concubine looked back to the south, which was the direction of Kyoto.

Zuo Daoqi stretched out his hand to put clothes on the imperial concubine, as in the past.

But the imperial concubine avoided him and said gently, "Okay, don't worry about me. I'm already a beginner in cultivation, so I'm not that fragile."

Zuo Daoqi felt even more pain in his heart, and his smile became more forced.

At this point, the two stood opposite each other, but there seemed to be an invisible crack in the middle.

A sense of nothingness almost swallowed Zuo Daoqi.

After the imperial concubine walked in, he stood for a long time, and then walked out of the attic.

"Totuo, Su Yuchan, drink with me!"

Under the moon, the three of them drank together.

Zuo Daoqi sat on the attic, his posture was wanton, with one foot hanging in the air.

"What do you think of practicing for a lifetime?"

Totuo had a good alcohol tolerance, but he just smiled reservedly, his cheeks flushed.

On the other hand, Su Yuchan, without using magic power, only relying on her flesh, was already a little drunk in Zuo Daoqi's wine at this moment. She stood up and picked up the wine pot, speaking with a big tongue.

"Of course, he is invincible and praised by the world!"

"Isn't this just like a Confucian? Seeking fame all your life, why bother?" Zuo Daoqi laughed.

Su Yuchan heard this, touched her chin, tiptoed the wine pot, and dripped a few drops of wine.

"That is for longevity and freedom, and the sword opens the door to the immortal world!"

Zuo Daoqi examined his heart and shook his head slightly, "Yes, and no."

Totuo suddenly spoke at this time, "What Miss Su said is what other cultivators want. The master is different from others. From the cold palace to the strange mansion, and now here, the master seems to be forced by others all the way."

"I know!"

Su Yuchan interrupted her somewhat rudely. "You must want to be the best in the world, no one dares to mess with you, and you can do whatever you want."

Zuo Daoqi was suddenly stunned and looked at Su Yuchan blankly.

Whatever you want to do, do it...

Follow your heart.

Practice and practice, what you cultivate is the Tao, and what you practice is your heart.

Along the way, I, Zuo Daoqi, have only practiced killing and not cultivating cause and effect. I have no knowledge of the six arts of immortality, but am I... wrong?

That’s right!

If I were refining alchemy, learning formations, and raising animals like an ordinary monk... I would be dead outside Kyoto.

I kill people to protect myself. I look straight at my heart and have nothing but myself.

Therefore, when I practice Taoism, just as Su Yuchan said, I seek to be invincible and free, but I also seek clarity of mind!

The breeze ruffled, and Zuo Daoqi unconsciously let go of the magic power protecting his body.

Under the moonlight, the wind blew the young man's figure, his black clothes billowing, and his long gray hair waving in the wind.

Suddenly, he saw a flying letter, which was sent to him using the royal secret method.

'Zuo Qing, I want to hold the Tianyuan Conference. Do you want to meet the heroes of the world with me? ’

The letter in the hand turned into the wind slightly, and the stream of light flashed across it.

Zuo Daoqi suddenly laughed.

"Hahaha."

He didn't know what the Tianyuan Conference was, but he felt inexplicably hot in his heart. The heart that was hurt by the imperial concubine suddenly became vivid at this moment.

‘Can you be a hero in the world? ’

At this moment, he suddenly felt a bold heart and understood how Li Bai wrote the sentence "Looking up to the sky and laughing and going out, how can I be a Penghao man?"

Su Yuchan held the wine bottle and looked at the young man under the moon, her rosy cheeks became hot, and her eyes gradually became filled with confusion and admiration.

She looked at Zuo Daoqi's hair, which had turned gray since the deadly battle with the Three Immortals, and felt a slight sting in her heart.

Regarding the young man in front of her, she didn't know what he had experienced, but she knew that those experiences were not all good.

The palace conspiracies are everywhere. Although they are not as good as the swords and shadows in the spiritual world, there are shocking murderous intentions everywhere!

Bang!

The wine bottle fell to the ground.

Zuo Daoqi disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Su Yuchan. He raised Su Yuchan's chin with his hands and asked with an evil smile.

"Why didn't you leave?"

The peerless genius, Leng Yue who wrote the heroine's script, has gone, but Su Yuchan, the woman he kidnapped as a maid, has not left.

Obviously…

It was obvious that Su Yuchan had magic power, and with just a slight sway, she could get rid of the smell of alcohol and break away from Zuo Daoqi's hand that did not use magic power.

But she didn't do that, she just looked at Zuo Dodge with a strange and shy look.

Zuo Daoqi laughed again and looked at Totuo, "You are really back."

He smiled a little wildly, with a touch of evil, and said to the two of them.

"Since you don't want to leave, then I will sleep with you today!"

The wind is getting stronger, but it is not Guangmo wind, but Yuexiaofeng.

Su Yuchan seemed shy and glanced at Zuo Daoqi quietly, then glanced at the moon in the sky.

The moon is a little brighter today.

Zuo Daoqi, whose eyes were a bit confused, also looked at Yue'er, "I'm just shy."

Unexpectedly, Su Yuchan suddenly raised her head, seeming to read his thoughts, and spoke in a meaningful tone.

"Nothing in this world is perfect. Just like the moon waxes and wanes, people also have joys and sorrows..."

When Zuo Daoqi heard the words, he seemed to be thinking, and then his body swayed. Feng Xu was flying against the wind, as if he was ascending to the sky step by step, and suddenly the spiritual flames surged into the sky, and the silver light shone.

His spiritual flames swept across at a terrifying speed. The spiritual energy was continuously gathered by him. A dragon gate appeared on the horizon. The spiritual energy in his hand was continuously compressed. After a moment, a brilliant... moon appeared in his hand!

"I want a full moon every night, and I want the spring scenery in the world!"

Under the moon, black clothes, white hair!

The wind became stronger.

Su Yuchan's beautiful eyes widened slightly, and Totuo was also a little horrified.

Then Su Yuchan seemed to remember something. Zuo Daoqi's frivolity made her feel uneasy. She was a little angry, shy, and also a little ready to make a move, as if she was looking forward to it.

However, when she came back to her senses, she saw Zuo Daoqi leaning on the railing, with one hand in Totu's arms, and he was already asleep.

She couldn't help but laugh angrily and snorted coldly.

I don't know whether it was to Totuo who was dodging left, or to the left Dodge.

Tuotuo was baffled. She didn't understand the unique shyness of Central Plains women under thousands of years of Confucian thought.

——

The next day, in the land of Nine Mountains, a carriage came out, pulled by dragons and beasts. The carriage was covered with pearls and jade, which was so luxurious. There was a spiritual light floating on it. When I looked carefully, I saw spiritual stones inlaid on it. It was very beautiful. .

The young man came without a name and left happily.

When he came out, he looked disgraced and slightly embarrassed.

After returning to Beijing, Zuo Daoqi naturally did not intend to wrong the imperial concubine.

Zuo Dodge was sitting on the shaft of the car, holding a bottle of wine in his hand.

Last night's hangover made him suddenly realize that wine was a good thing.

He has suppressed his emotions for too long.

The imperial concubine's alienation was just a trigger. After coming out of Kyoto, he had been suppressing his true feelings.

Huo Feng'er's shattering into the sky and Zhu Hongyan's disappearance are both bad messages.

He is not fragile, but he is not ruthless either. Of course he has all the joys and sorrows of the world.

Zuo Daoqi smiled slightly and lowered his eyebrows to see if a castle appeared in the sky.

He kicked in the air.

The fourth floor! ——

Now Emperor Zhengming of the Jin Dynasty has great talents and strategies, and his plan to hold the Tianyuan Conference has spread throughout the world.

Some people laugh with disdain...

Some people shook their heads and looked at it...

Some people even looked solemn...

Some decided to show their loyalty to the court.

There are many more.

But Ji Lingjun didn't care at the moment. At this moment, he sat on the dragon throne in Hanyuan Hall, which represented the emperor's status, and looked at Yuan Zhong below with an angry and impatient look.

"Grandmaster! How long are you going to hide this from me!?"

Yuan Zhong said nothing, just stood quietly, looking at the young and majestic little emperor.

"Zuo Qing told me that the death of my mother was related to you. Who are you hiding for? What are you hiding?"

When Yuan Zhong heard this, a slight expression appeared on his face, and then disappeared quickly, as if it had never appeared.

So Ji Lingjun became even more angry. He wanted to be a good emperor, but he also wanted to find out the real cause of death of the former imperial concubine Xiao, and he also wanted to find out who was behind the scenes, who dared to kill people in the palace in defiance of the world!

He considered himself a wise ruler and wanted to be one, so he respectfully invited Yuan Zhong to come, and asked him calmly, and then quietly waited for him to reveal the truth that had been sealed for more than ten years.

Clang!

Ji Lingshu suddenly stood up, pulled out the ancestral sword from the side of the dragon throne behind him, and pointed the tip of the sword at Yuan Zhong.

"Yuan Zhong, are you going to commit treason!?"

"I ask you, is the ancestral sword sharp?!"

Yuan Zhen suddenly shouted, "Sharp! It's the sharpest weapon in the world!"

Ji Lingjun then asked again, "What is the truth of the past?"

Yuan Zhen suddenly laughed, knelt down suddenly, touched the ground with his head, and did not move for a long time.

After a long time, Liu Xi, who had become the eunuch in charge of ceremonies in Hanyuan Hall, walked down from the stage and whispered.

"Your Majesty, the Grand Master... is dead!"

Ji Lingjun paused slightly, and the ancestral sword in his hand fell, but it did not fall to the ground, but flew back to the scabbard behind him as if it had a spirit.

'Yuan Zhong... old thief! '

Tears slowly flowed from his eyes.

"Liu Xi, pass the order down. Grand Master Yuan is a veteran of three dynasties and is highly respected. Today, he was discussing matters with me in Hanyuan Hall and died of exhaustion!"

"I am deeply ashamed and will mourn for Lord Yuan!"

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In the Shangshu Mansion.

Gongsun Wuyong looked at the swordsman who was drinking tea with Zhang Weizheng with an extremely shy look.

No one spoke, and no one made extra movements.

Like a pantomime, the two did not have a single conversation, just a cup of tea each.

After a long time, Zhang Weizheng finally looked up and put down the cup in his hand. A smile appeared on his increasingly old face.

"You have found your own way."

Zi Gudao did not answer, but put down the tea set in his hand, got up and left.

A sharp sword intent spread throughout the alley.

Gongsun Yong lowered his head until the sword intent completely disappeared, and then came behind Zhang Weizheng.

"Prime Minister Zhang, is His Majesty really going to prepare to hold that...Tianyuan Conference?"

Zhang Weizheng smiled slightly, "Yes, he is a child with ambition. I have asked people to prepare, and Chen Guanshi has also set out to help me send invitations."

Gongsun Yong heard this and hesitated for a long time, and finally asked the question in his heart.

"How many sects do you think will be willing to come?"

Zhang Weizheng laughed.

"100%!"

Gongsun Yong was a little skeptical.

"If they don't come, he will invite them."

So Gongsun Yong understood the meaning of 100% in Zhang Weizheng's mouth.

If they don't come, they won't come.

Because they are not sects.

He began to think about the Tianyuan Conference in his heart.

This is the first major event that Emperor Zhengming will do after ascending the throne, to subdue the whole world with force.

From Shendan to Yangshen, it is not limited to cultivators and warriors, and even the Confucian families in Yingchuan have sent invitations. If they are willing, they can go on stage to fight.

As a warrior, such a stage can't help but make him excited.

The real world...number one?