Ten days later.

A message shocked the dynasty twelve channels.

The emperor of the dynasty was granted the title of "King" of Taiwan and was awarded the title of "King".

King's name - Longwu.

King Longwu, these three words became mysterious in an instant and swept the world.

It seems that neither the emperor nor the Longwu King themselves concealed anything. Soon someone found out that the Longwu King was named Xia Ji. He was once a disciple of Wudang. He once had a righteous spirit and was incomparable with his unbearable righteous spirit...

Unfortunately, Xia Ji was like a flash in the pan, but he died just as he was rising like the sky.

But the dead man has now been resurrected and has become the Dragon Martial King of the current dynasty.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see what is happening. Now is the dynasty in a turmoil, and the Dragon Martial King emerged. What is his intention? So what can he do?

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At this time, on Wudang Mountain.

"It must be my junior brother..."

"It must be my junior brother!!!"

Yuhezi's eyes were shining. He had long speculated that it was confirmed at this time, and a feeling of clearing the clouds and seeing the sun in his heart.

He even vaguely guessed that Pangu was either the junior brother or was related to the junior brother.

In this way, the master will definitely be free.

Other Wudang disciples still looked disbelief and were discussing whether they had the same name and surname.

However, all the disciples of Wudang's ninth generation knew that King Longwu was Xia Ji and Xia Ji was Longwu King, because Xia Ji's true identity was indeed a royal person.

However, everyone was worried that in such an era when mountains and rivers were broken and human life was like floating catkins, why did Xia Ji suddenly appear?

He has been hiding for so long, and now he shows his true body and real name. Is that the only way out is to leave no way out?

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In the small town at the foot of Wudang Mountain, the message of being crowned kings was also conveyed.

In a neat house, the peasant woman was washing dishes.

Behind her was a tall fairy-like woman mopping the floor with a great temperament.

The peasant woman muttered casually: "Xiao Yuer, why do you think this Dragon Martial King has the same name as Xiao Ji?"

The woman smiled and said, "Mom, my brother has traveled all over the world. This should be the same name and surname... Don't worry, maybe my brother will come back after a while."

"Well, too." The peasant woman muttered, and suddenly said, "Xiao Yuer, Xiao Ji was picked up by Taoist priest. Do you think he is a royal family member... After all, Xia still has not many surnames..."

"Mom, don't think too much." Zhuang Yu stopped mopping the floor and smiled, "If it's him, I'll take you to find him."

"No, if he becomes the Dragon Martial King, we should not disturb him..." Zhuang said slowly, "I would be very happy with you, my daughter, to accompany me. But, my daughter... you are not young anymore..."

"Mom, I understand..."

"Many young men like you very much, and they asked the matchmaker to come."

"It's all back." Zhuang Yu's eyes flashed with a confusing and mysterious light, "I'll just stay with my mother."

It is rare to have such warmth. Even the witch in the Palace of Drunken Life and Dreams enjoys this kind of daily life.

It’s like a person who is used to eating big fish and meat, but he rarely tastes simple food, but feels a different style.

The fish in the village are having fun.

Because, this is just one of many "hers".

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In addition to Zhuang Yu, Zhenniang, Taotie and others naturally knew about it.

But the demons were not surprised, because Xia Ji had already revealed his identity before, and Zhenniang had seen him in Kongtong Mountain.

As for the method of "using Wudang to restrain Xia Ji", the witch really doesn't know how to use it.

Because Xia Ji clearly had already jumped out of Wudang.

If you really want to deal with him, you have to take action on a larger level.

The Demons and the Witches are not interested in this for the time being. Their target has never been Xia Ji, but it was just a by-password before.

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at this time.

In the palace.

The quiet golden pillar of Tenglong supports the dome of the Golden Palace, which is extremely majestic, but the carved gilded dragon head is hidden in the darkness, showing a bit of coldness that is not in line with the royal majesty.

The emperor's handsome and extraordinary side face, sitting on the dragon throne, was also immersed in the darkness.

He supported his elbow and cheeks, his expression was far less cheerful than usual, and he seemed to be in a state of uncertainty, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

Soon, the sound of rushing footsteps came from afar.

The old eunuch carefully lowered his head, then knelt to the steps under the dragon chaise, holding some files with both hands.

Emperor Xia Hai raised his hand and grabbed it, and the several volumes of the files soared, as if dragged by invisible force, flying between the five fingers that were caught.

Emperor Xia Hai opened the file and looked carefully.

These files all record detailed information about Xia Ji.

As the lord of a country, there are naturally such information networks and routes.

At this moment, his expression became more and more cold, as cold as a crazy beast that was angered in the darkness.

"It's actually Concubine Zhen's son..."

"And, he is still twenty-five..."

"Twenty-five years ago, near Wudang Mountain... I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it..."

Xia Hai's expression became colder and colder, and suddenly said, "If I remember correctly, in the winter twenty-five years ago, Concubine Zhen should have settled her baby in Luoyan City, right?

And her fetus was born in summer, right? Not long after her birth, the fetus died of congenital deficiency and weakness, right?

So...where did my younger brother come from?

Xiao Fuzi, tell me, what's going on?!!”

The old eunuch crawled on the ground and said, "Old slave...I don't know..."

Xia Hai said sternly: "Say! I ask you to say it immediately!"

The old eunuch was in the palace for a long time, so he naturally understood the emperor's nature. He was sweating profusely and then said: "Old slave... The old slave suspected that Concubine Zhen was mixed with fish eyes... The real son was born in winter, but then pretended that the fetus was not born until spring."

Xia Hai continued to ask coldly: "Why did Concubine Zhen pretend? Why did she suddenly disappear?"

The old eunuch's eyes were rolling and trembling, ready to turn the topic in a very shallow direction. Anyway... he must not mention that matter.

But he hasn't spoken yet,

Xia Hai said directly: "Because that bitch Yan Zhen wants to show evidence of absenteeism, she wants people to be unable to doubt her.

Yes... When the white peaches were stolen, she was still in Luoyan City to settle her baby, so how could she participate in the theft?

White peach...If the white peach is still there...

Hey, Xiao Fuzi, then do you think if that bitch really stole the white peach, where will the white peach be? Will it be..."

The old eunuch was very lucky, and two blood flowed slowly in his ears...

He made a quick decision and broke his ears.

He would rather become a deaf than listen or speak again.

Xia Hai looked at him, "You are smart, you know what to listen to and what not to listen to. You know that I need someone to speak now, but after I finish speaking, I don't want to leave someone to listen to me."

After the emperor said this, he realized that the old eunuch could no longer hear what he said, so he waved his hand casually without any worries.

The old eunuch understood the gesture, hurriedly kowtowed, and then crawled away.

As soon as he left, a black shadow rushed out from behind the emperor and left with the old eunuch like a shadow.

The emperor's fingers were closed, his head was slightly lowered, his face was cold and distorted, and his expression was flashing with a strong and vicious look...

This is his nature, otherwise, who would have to do the same as him if he had the last emperor?

When the black dragon was sleeping and the situation was over, he could still set up a "Thousand Old Banquet" to compete with the Qinglong, and then turn around and commit suicide, so that the forced King Liu would ask Lu Zhi to use a curse to force him to kill him.

To some extent, he is the protagonist.
To be continued...