Chapter 423 The Other Side of Xuanmiao Zhenren

The Feng Shui treasure land that the Demon Slayer Mansion found for Empress Dowager Xiaozhuangxian was a place called Inu Rong Mountain, which was almost the farthest suburb of Kyoto City.

Of course, the current name is Xianhou Mountain, and the name Quanrong is not a good name at all.

Picking such a name naturally has its origin.

This mountain was originally unknown, but it was once the territory of a barbarian five hundred years ago. The barbarian monk took refuge in Jiulin, and later turned to Ji Wuji after Taizu of the Jin Dynasty raised an army.

He was born in Quanrong, a now-extinct tribe of the barbarians. Because Ji Wuji served well in leading the way and his identity was too sensitive, slaves with three surnames were always disliked by others.

So Ji Wuji casually rewarded him with a mountain.

This third-grade strongman from the Quanrong tribe has always stayed in this mountain.

Zuo Daoqi held the secret letter Mo Tu had given him in his hand and read it word by word, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

A third-level master of the Quanrong barbarian tribe, has been living on Quanrong Mountain outside the capital?

Are there any such honest people among the barbarians?

He didn't know much about Jin Taizu, but in order to open up the treasure house of the Emperor of Heaven, he was naturally a decisive and ruthless person. Wouldn't such a person know that those who are not from my race would be punished?

Or does this so-called third-grade barbarian tribe have some other effect on Jin Taizu Ji Wuji?

Thinking that Quanrong Mountain was the location given by Chen Guanshi of the Demon Slayer Mansion, and that Emperor Ji Lingjun must have known that there were third-grade barbarians in the mountain, but still wanted to have the Queen Mother's Mausoleum built in the mountain, Zuo Daoqi couldn't help but have some complicated feelings in his heart.

Sure enough, nothing related to the court was simple.

Zuo Daoqi said softly, "Do we need to meet this third-level expert from the Quanrong Barbarian Tribe?"

Mo Tu shook his head slightly and said, "His Majesty said that he will send a letter to Lord Pingyuan. We only need to complete the construction of the Queen Mother's Mausoleum."

Left Dodge was silent.

What happened after that had nothing to do with him. Naturally, Mr. Wen planned to set up camp and distributed tasks to each team of the Tiger Guard.

There's something strange about Left Dodge.

"The people who built the mausoleum were the soldiers of the Tiger Guard?"

Mr. Wen smiled and said, "Your Majesty said that he will accomplish nothing after taking office. If he continues to do things that waste people and money, the officials in the court will have gossip again."

These seemed to be Ji Lingjun's original words, but Mr. Wen's eyes were somewhat meaningful.

Zuo Dodge could see clearly.

Unlike the late Emperor Yuanji, I have never been afraid of being an official at all. I even said it myself in the court hall, "The merits of what I have done will last forever, and I will leave it to you as an official..."

How could he let the military officers and soldiers build the mausoleum because he was afraid of Yanguan?

This is not to alienate the sergeants in the army.

Zuo Daoqi naturally understood that Ji Lingjun was worried about the clan mansion.

Quanrong Mountain, no, Xianhou Mountain is indeed a geomantic treasure land calculated by Chen Guanshi himself. Walking into the mountain, it is true that birds are singing, flowers are fragrant, and fruits are abundant, but the branches are covered with clear frost, and the red sun is not burning.

It's even better than the scenery of Zuo Daoqi's own palace.

After all, it is the secluded place of a third-level barbarian, so it is not strange to have such a scenery.

After everything was arranged, the construction of the Queen Mother's Mausoleum began the next day.

Zuo Daoqi was quite idle, and the strong Quan Rong warrior did not appear. It seemed that he and Ji Lingjun had already reached an agreement.

It is naturally a good thing that no third-grade strong person appears.

Three days passed in a flash.

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Outside the city of Kyoto, the sky was bright and still a bit dark.

Ji Lingshu sat in Changyi's carriage with a happy face, which was in sharp contrast to Changyi who looked sleepy.

She muttered with a hint of dissatisfaction, "Xiyuan, you pulled me out of bed so early in the morning. Zuo Qing told me that women will become ugly if they don't get enough sleep."

Ji Lingshu was in a good mood today and was too lazy to argue with Changyi. Instead, she poured her a cup of tea very tenderly.

"Okay sister, you are naturally beautiful and you won't become ugly if you sleep less. Don't listen to uncle's scares. He likes to scare you."

"Hmph! Does she dare?"

Changyi looked disdainful.

Ji Lingshu smiled and said nothing, "I heard from my uncle a few days ago that my sister wants to practice Xuanmen?"

Mentioning this matter, Changyi couldn't help but feel waning, "What's the use? I don't even have a spiritual connection..."

Then she looked at Ji Lingshu with envy, and lowered her voice a little, "They all said that Taizu won the national destiny, which backfired on us and other descendants, so that we no longer have the opportunity to practice. I really don't know why you You can practice."

Ji Lingshu smiled lightly, noncommittally, and did not answer the question, "My aunt is coming soon. I'll ask her to help you take a look. Maybe there is a way for you to practice."

A flash of joy flashed through Changyi, and then quickly disappeared, "Forget it, you won't achieve much if you can practice, and you probably won't even be able to build a foundation."

"Then let uncle help you find a solution when the time comes." Ji Lingshu leaned a little closer and lowered his voice and said in Changyi's ear, "If he can't solve it, then sister, don't let him go to bed."

Instantly, two blushes rose up in Changyi's face, as if she was about to bleed. She had never thought about what would happen after marriage.

She had always regarded getting married as Zuo Daoqi becoming her personal guard, but at this moment, Ji Lingshu exposed it, but it suddenly made Changyi feel a little uncomfortable. She hesitated, thinking about what she had seen in the Imperial College before. Those banned books…

A mist of water slowly rose in his eyes, and he quickly woke up again, as if he was hiding his ears and stealing the bell.

"Who... who is going to sleep with him, but sister, you are right, he can't let me become a monk, so I won't go with him... Anyway, I really want to marry him."

Ji Lingshu smiled half-heartedly and reached out to pinch Changyi's cheek.

very hot.

"Yeah~ What are you doing? No one is big or small." Changyi pretended to be angry, but the blush on his face was even worse. She could naturally feel the heat on her face, but when Ji Lingshu noticed it, she was still a little angry.

Ji Ling felt comfortable enough, and let out a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly seemed to feel something, and quickly stood up and walked out of the carriage.

There are auspicious clouds in the sky, which look like a dream. Standing in the clouds is a young Taoist nun wearing a golden Taoist robe. There is a lotus mark between her eyebrows. She has a plump and tall figure, a bit of free and easy air, but there is an unusual charm between her eyebrows, which is similar to The imperial concubine is somewhat similar, with a calm face.

It is Xuan Miao Zhenren.

Ji Lingshu was naturally a little happy when she saw her aunt, standing on the carriage shaft and waving her hands upward.

The auspicious cloud slowly fell, and Master Xuanmiao looked at Ji Lingshu, with a flash of heartache in her eyes. She knew how much Ji Lingshu suffered in front of her, just like in Taihuang Mountain, even if she had her face, she would become a saint. The girl convinced the ancestor that she could clearly see how much the little girl had suffered.

So when the imperial concubine said that she wanted to come to the capital to see Ji Lingshu, she agreed without hesitation.

Master Xuanmiao stretched out his white and crystal-clear jade hand and touched the girl's head, "Lingshu, why are you still out of the city?"

Ji Lingshu smiled slightly and said, "I just miss my aunt."

Master Xuanmiao paused slightly with his palms.

"Auntie also misses Lingshu. No one will bully you here, right?"

Just like all elders are concerned when they see their juniors, Master Xuanmiao is also worried that Ji Lingshu will be bullied in the capital.

"Xuanmiao, do you look down on me? As long as I'm here, who dares to lay a finger on this little girl."

Above the head, Master Changmei raised his eyebrows. His long eyebrows looked a bit weird and funny, and he spoke to Master Xuanmiao.

Master Xuanmiao seemed to have realized that Ji Lingshu was protected by three immortals sent by Taihuang Mountain.

The way Ji Lingshu smiled was very similar. She smiled slightly and said to Changmei, "Uncle Changmei, please forgive me."

Changmei knew the relationship between the two, but after saying these words, he disappeared again.

Ji Lingshu smiled lightly at the side.

Master Xuanmiao raised his eyebrows, perhaps because he was with his relatives, which allowed Master Xuanmiao to reveal some of his true nature, which had almost closed his worldly heart.

"You little girl, how dare you laugh at me."

As she said this, she hugged Ji Lingshu and walked into the carriage, but kept tickling Ji Lingshu's itchy areas.

This scene made Changyi in the carriage look astonished.

Of course, no matter who saw the play between the two, they would be surprised. After all, Master Xuanmiao has always been known for his aloofness.

Is the person in front of me being teased in the arms of a grown woman really Xiyuan?

Fortunately, when Master Xuanmiao saw someone in the car, he returned to his cold demeanor and let Ji Lingshu go.

Ji Lingshu's face was slightly flushed after being tickled, and her voice was a bit delicate, "Sister, let's go, let's go back to Beijing."

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Xianhou in the mountains.

Pingyuan Hongxiu, the last third-level barbarian strongman from the Quanrong tribe, looked at the visitor with an indifferent expression.

Pingyuan Hongxiu is a Western barbarian. He is not tall and has the unique totem of the barbarians. He is a monster with a human face, a wolf body and six tails.

This is the Quanrong Totem. In the wilderness, there is a mountain called Rongfu Mountain, which flows along the river. Some people call him Quan Rong.

I don't know how many years ago, the Quanrong were once the largest tribe among all the barbarian tribes.

The person who came was a man covered from head to toe in a loose black robe. He was not tall and a little thin, but he had a sinister aura about him that made people feel unhappy when he saw him.

"Lord Pingyuan is well."

"I never feel well when I see you."

Pingyuan Hongxiu had no intention of greeting the person in front of her and said coldly.

The man in black robe did not retort, nor was he angry. He just looked at Pingyuan Hongxiu and said softly, "I know you don't like us, but do you really think it's fair? Have you ever regretted your past choices over the years?"

"Look at this mountain. Ji Wuji used this mountain to get rid of you, and now he sends people to build the so-called mausoleum. Are you really voluntary?"

Pingyuan Hongxiu's expression remained unchanged, but what was in her heart was unknown.

"So what? What happened in the past is a done deal. Now I only ask for help. The rest of the things have nothing to do with me, so don't look for me. Don't forget, the Jin Dynasty is still looking for you."

As she said that, there was a hint of sarcasm on her face, "What you should be more worried about is yourselves, right?"

The man in black robe said coldly, "Whether you are worried or not, Mr. Pingyuan does not need to care."

The words between the two were full of gunpowder, but there was a wonderful atmosphere, as if no matter how fierce the two people quarreled, there was no need to worry that they would fight.

After a few breaths of silence.

The man in black robe finally spoke, and he finally revealed the purpose of looking for Pingyuan Hongxiu.

"I am not here to quarrel with Mr. Pingyuan. I cannot investigate the cause and effect in the past. I am here today just to make it easier for Mr. Pingyuan."

Pingyuan Hongxiu didn't speak, but looked at the man in black robe coldly.

"The clan has received news that the people who came to Quanrong Mountain to build some bullshit Queen Mother's Mausoleum this time are the current emperor's die-hard confidants, the most trusted troops and people. Especially one of them named Zuo Daoqi, who is extremely qualified and is Ji Lingjun. My future right-hand man."

"I will take action to get rid of this group of people later and restore peace to Lord Pingyuan's Inunrong Mountain."

Pingyuan Hongxiu had lived for nearly six hundred years and was a third-level barbarian. Naturally, he was not a fool. He sneered.

"You killed people in our Quanrong Mountain, or you killed the emperor's cronies. Do you think I can get away with this?"

"Then what if Master Pingyuan is no longer in the mountains?"

Pingyuan Hongxiu's face softened slightly, as if he had thought of something.

The man in black robe said softly, "We have been operating in the Western Frontier for many years and have had many dealings with barbarians. After all, Mr. Pingyuan is the last member of Quanrong's tribe. We naturally understand your thoughts. Three hundred young barbarians with high qualifications, It’s up to you to choose, Guangda Quanrong.”

Pingyuan Hongxiu fell silent.

Guangda Inurong is indeed her wish.

The silence lasted for a long time, and Pingyuan Hongxiu finally spoke.

"In three days, I will go to Beijing in person to accept the reward from the current little emperor."

The face of the man in black robe, which was covered by black robe, was filled with joy, "Thank you, Mr. Pingyuan, for making this happen."

However, Pingyuan Hongxiu had no intention of talking to him. The dog-rong totem on his body flickered slightly, and there seemed to be a roar of a ferocious beast, blowing on countless old trees and making a rustling sound.

The man in black robe stood there for a long time, then turned and left.

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Another three to five days passed.

Zuo Daoqi and Mo Tu stood on the top of the mountain, watching the soldiers at the foot of the mountain quarrying boulders and digging tombs, with somewhat relaxed expressions on their faces.

"It seems that the construction of the Queen Mother's Mausoleum is not that dangerous."

Mr. Wen said with a smile on his face.

Mo Tu looked serious, but after Mr. Wen spoke, he nodded slightly in agreement.

Only Zuo Daoqi had some doubts in his eyes.

Is it really safe? Would the people in the Zongren Mansion really allow the emperor to build a mausoleum of the Queen Mother that was independent of the imperial mausoleum?

But judging from the current situation, as Mr. Wen said, everything is going smoothly.

The soldiers of the Tiger Guard are all warriors, and they are all at least eighth-grade warriors. Building a mausoleum, except for some key links that require skills, is mostly hard work. For three thousand warriors, it is naturally simple.

boom! !

A huge roar sounded, and the ground shook slightly.

Zuo Daoqi rubbed his ears and looked at Mr. Wen, "Mr. Wen, will such a big movement really not disturb the third-level barbarian in the mountains?"

Naturally, not all of the huge stones in the mountains meet the standard for building a mausoleum. Some are too large and difficult to mine, so it is naturally necessary to use some unconventional means.

But this movement is too big.

Mr. Wen smiled bitterly, "Who knows? But His Majesty is pressing hard, and we have to make progress."

Zuo Daoqi shook his head speechlessly, "Then let's go according to the plan."