“Where to go?”

Qianmeng looked at the merchant lady in surprise.

"There are thousands of monuments on Thousand Tomb Mountain. Since you do not hesitate to use the thousand monuments left to you by your master to turn into a more effective revenge weapon, the more corpses you raise, the stronger they will naturally be. Even if these corpses can only have methods similar to those of the sixth level practitioners, they are dead objects after all, and they are truly 'not afraid of death' when facing the enemy." The young lady of the merchant caressed the Qihai Sea and slowly harmonized the vital energy in her body. Without a positive answer, she asked back, "If the number of corpses you have raised reaches a certain level, then she will no longer be able to compete with some powerful practitioners, but will have the ability to fight against a huge army by a single practitioner. Think about where in the Great Qi Dynasty, there are many intact remains of the master?"

Qianxiao Tomb suddenly shook, and his breathing paused: "Xian Sheng Temple?"

The business lady's voice was still as soft as usual, and she was not too slow, "Do you dare to dig it with me?"

Qianmeng 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 Temple is not an ordinary palace, but an imperial tomb, the imperial tomb of the founding emperor of the Great Qi Dynasty.

This hall enshrines statues of the wise emperor and the heroes who contributed to the founding of the country in that era, recording their deeds, and below this hall is their tomb.

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

Thirty-six great sages, seventy-two saints, and those saints and sages with slightly lower status correspond to the stars in the sky in the history of the Great Qi Dynasty. Children among the people have heard stories of many of them, and even built ancestral halls to commemorate them in the hometowns of those sages and some places where they practiced and read books.

As early as Ye Xiao's Thousand Dust Mountain Magic Formation, Ding Ning and he had imagined the possibility of controlling many corpses to form an army, so that even if they encounter an army like Bai Qi's Killing Army, they can be defeated.

In Qianzuoshan, Qiantu also controlled several such corpses, but his heart was not big enough, and he did not associate this with places like the Xiansheng Temple.

This is more than just digging an imperial tomb?

How many places of practice in the Great Qi Dynasty are related to the families and those sages?

What would the people of the Great Qi Dynasty think?

In legend, the young lady of a businessman lives in Changling Fish Market, like a lonely ghost living in a temple, who dares not even see the sunshine. However, Qianmeng now knows what kind of power is contained in her weak voice.

"Who doesn't want to have a place to settle down without disputes or worries? If it weren't for being forced into a hurry, who would have been in a hurry?"

The young lady of the merchant looked at Qianmeng, and her soft voice was inexplicably more miserable: "The merchant's daughter is lonely and weak. Even if the whole family is killed, I dare not talk about revenge. I just spent the rest of my life in the fish market. However, Changling could not even tolerate the fish market. Even if you ask for a request, the senior brother was penetrated through the Qihai Sea by the soul-squeezing nails, and his own life was regarded as something to threaten the Bashan Sword Field. Now the Qi Emperor is not apart from his friends and friends, and he is betrayed his ancestral grave. What is it to be a Qin person? I have obtained some methods of practicing in the Great Qi. Even if you Qi people are scolded and chased forever in the future, it doesn't matter. But you, you are a disciple of Yan Ying. Whether you want to go with me or not is as you."

In such a soft and miserable voice, Thousand Tombs calmed down.

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

He said quietly, "I think if his ancestor knew what he did today, if he could jump out of the coffin, he would slap him with his own hands. He dug up the Xiansheng Temple to teach him a lesson, so that everyone in Qi could think about it."

...

"Why has Zheng Xiu never liked Hu Hai very much, but preferred Fusu? Is it because Fusu is really the blood of her and Wang Jingmeng?"

"Fusu is the blood of her and Wang Jingmeng, and there is almost no possibility. In my personal judgment, she doesn't like Hu Hai very much. First, because Hu Hai is stupid. He had heard about some people in Bashan Sword Field when he was young, and he was very disgusted with those in Bashan Sword Field and had no respect for them. Perhaps he naively believed that viciously cursing Yuanwu and her former opponents could win love, but he did not understand her complex emotions. Another thing should be that Hu Hai may not be what she needed. She might only need a son like Fusu, who was not the prince she needed, and naturally she would not be loved by her after birth, not to mention that Fusu has more faces like her. Many people even think that Wang Jingmeng, while Hu Hai has more like Yuanwu."

"So what you mean is that she actually prefers Wang Jingmeng more, and Hu Hai himself comes from a sleeping service that she doesn't want to?"

"Who can tell the love and hate of people like her clearly? As for the matter of sleeping, it comes entirely from my guess."

"I think that for a powerful master, physical pleasure itself is incomparable to spiritual pleasure. Whoever gets whom is like conquering... People like them originally had their own needs, and no one said that whoever conquered whom, but it is different for a child to be born."

“…”

In Changling, the man with a thick medicinal cloth on his face was having many conversations with the doctor who was helping him remove the medicinal cloth.

The man was Zhao Gao. He was originally wearing a yellow robe in Jiaodong County, and he was the Jiaodong County envoy closest to Zheng Xiu.

The doctor is Han Yuchun, a famous doctor in the Korean dynasty in the past, and is famous for his jade-faced ghost hand. However, time is the best killer. His hair was gray at this time, especially when the Korean dynasty was destroyed. During the years when the Qin Dynasty was initially enslaved as hard labor, not only did his eyesight be damaged, but even his teeth were ground and loosened because of too rough food.

So his face became older than many of his fellow men, and wrinkles appeared early on the corners of his eyes and forehead.

The place where Zhao Gao and Han Yuchun talked was also deep underground in the clinic. The design of the cellar was almost exactly the same as that of the cellar where Shen Xuan imprisoned Hu Hai, and it was also written by Shen Xuan.

For a long time when he disappeared in the world, Zhao Gao received many bone cutting and facial repair techniques in this place where there was no light.

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

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

Zhao Gao's appearance and even his figure became exactly the same as Han Yuchun.

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

Bone cutting, bone cutting, especially changing height and grinding away some different edges of bones, is a pain that ordinary people cannot bear. This pain will accompany this person's life, but the man in front of him easily endured it.

This is the greatest masterpiece of his life.

"Now even the skin color is completely the same. I will completely deal with the scars for you. When you arrive on the ground and walk in the sun for several days, the medicine will naturally disappear completely."

Han Yuchun looked at Zhao Gao and said with emotion and seriousness: "If you want to talk about the only gap, it is your cultivation level."

Zhao Gao laughed.

He nodded, and then a slight strange sound rang out of the sea of ​​energy.

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

This release is very violent. It is not to call the true energy quickly in normal times, but to completely disperse the power, but to completely abandon one's own cultivation.

Han Yuchun's eyes were instantly filled with shock, "Have you lost your cultivation?"

Zhao Gao pursed his lips tightly, then returned to peace, and laughed again, "Since revenge does not require cultivation, this only disadvantage can be avoided."

Han Yuchun took a deep breath, was silent for a moment, and said, "In this way, it will take a few more days to avoid revealing the traces of you being a practitioner. And I have told you all my knowledge these days, and you should understand how to use medicine to better help you."

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

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

His face turned black quickly, and black blood flowed out of his nostrils. Then he died without pain, and his body slowly turned into black water.

There is another last loophole in his and Zhao Gao's plan, that is, himself.

From now on, he disappeared.

Zhao Gao is him, and there are no more loopholes.
Chapter completed!