The rooster crowed crisply, and the sky gradually became brighter, and another day passed.

Ling Xi meditated on the bed, quietly opened her eyes, and looked out the door.

The old man quietly pushed open the door and instructed the two servants to move a large box into the room. The large box touched the ground silently, and then the servant opened the box cover.

Ling Xi was wearing a mask on her face and was sitting quietly. The old man couldn't guess whether Ling Xi had slept, so he came to him and shook his hand.

Ling Xi didn't want to pay attention to this guy and continued to rest and practice. His body was quiet for five hundred years, and it was no longer as flexible as before. He had to adapt to his body again.

Seeing that Ling Xi did not respond, the old man breathed a sigh of relief and asked the servant to take out all the boxes and place them in various parts of the room.

Ling Xi could see clearly that the box was full of all kinds of strange things, wooden flying birds and moving mechanisms, all of which were strange and interesting things.

The servant carefully placed the things and was about to retreat, Ling Xi finally spoke: "What's the matter with you?"

The old man was so scared that his body trembled, and he quickly turned around and said, "Guarding the king, are you awake?"

Ling Xi stood up silently, stretched her body, and her bones all over her body were like thunderous sounds, stretching her body.

"I saw you like these strange things yesterday, so I specially asked the servants to get some." The old man quickly explained. He found Ling Xi staring at the golden bead yesterday, and he was determined to find similar things to please Ling Xi.

"You think Ling Li wanted me to live here." Ling Xi waved his hand and asked him to come over and pressed his shoulder.

The old man was frightened and couldn't tell why. The palace was so big that it was impossible for Ling Xi to live. Judging from the Supreme Emperor's attitude towards Ling Xi, even if Ling Xi wanted to live in the bedroom, he would agree.

"I don't know why the Supreme Emperor arranged for you to live in Xiaguan."

Ling Xi laughed, which made the old man secretly shocked.

"The mansion you live in is quite beautiful."

When the old man heard this, with his sophisticated experience for so many years, how could he not know what Ling Xi wanted to say and quickly knelt down: "Protecting the king, this mansion is a reward from the Supreme Emperor, and the treasure is a gift from bureaucrats at all levels. The subordinates are indeed diligent and have never formed gangs to usurp power for personal gain, and they are not against their will."

"The king protects the king, just an empty name given to me by Lingli. It is nothing, and I am not a spy beside Lingli. You don't need to be afraid of me."

After Ling Xi said that, as if he had remembered something, he asked, "Can the old house of Ling's family be there?"

"I am gone. I have been demolished by the Supreme Emperor, and there is no left at all."

"Not left at all?"

"It's true that there is nothing left. The Supreme Emperor demolished the Ling Mansion and ordered all the remaining items to be burned out. The official is not aware of this fact. If you want to know, it's better to ask the Supreme Emperor."

Ling Xi then remained silent, looked at the box and said, "Take all the things in the box back. Take me out for a walk."

The horse's hooves were clattering, and a four-horse carriage carried Ling Xi aimlessly on the street market. Ling Xi looked at the buildings on both sides of the street market, reflected in the darkness of the mask.

When the carriage passed by a downtown city, Ling Xi suddenly said, "Stop."

The old man looked at Ling Xi in confusion for some reason, but he still asked the coachman to stop.

"Just stay in the carriage, don't go down." Ling Xi said this, lifted the curtain and walked slowly. Pedestrians in the downtown market froze, shouting and hawking everywhere, a peaceful and grand occasion.

Ling Xi ignored it and walked straight through the crowd, arrived at an open space where no one was, squatted down, and touched the floor tiles.

The green floor tiles are closely arranged to form the ground in the downtown area. Occasionally, passers-by cast a strange look at the man in black.

His behavior and clothes were completely different from those around him, like people from two worlds.

Ling Xi stretched out his hand and gently stroked the floor tiles. The textures of the floor tiles are simple, but they are strong and durable enough. They can be bonded together intact after dozens or hundreds of years in time.

Ling Xi activated the Earth-Cracking Shenling to separate the floor tiles under his feet.

The floor tiles made a crackling sound, moving for no reason, lifting the ground. The pedestrians around them exclaimed and came over curiously.

There happened to be someone who was performing arts on the side. Seeing that all the spectators were led away by Ling Xi, they hurriedly shouted: "Come on, come and see! The sword is broken with bare hands!"

The audience heard the shouts of selling arts, turned around and went to see the performance of selling arts.

Ling Xi did not react at all and grabbed a handful of soil under the ground. The soil was pale and red, and flew away along the gaps at Ling Xi's fingertips.

No one remembers the things brought in this soil except Ling Xi. More than 500 years ago, Ling Li ordered millions of people to be buried alive for the Ling family and for his own career. Five hundred years later, the red soil was covered with blue bricks, and no one knew what happened that year.

Someone around him had a sharp eye. When he saw this scene, he quickly opened his mouth and shouted: "Look! The soil is red! The soil is red!"

Everyone turned around and looked at the red soil. There were even a few more bold ones. They simply squatted beside Ling Xi, imitated him, and opened a handful of soil and said in confusion: "How could this soil be red? It's so strange."

Even the knowledgeable old man didn't know how the red clay came from, and frowned while stroking his white beard.

The red soil in Ling Xi's palm stood up silently and walked towards the carriage.

"Stop! Who are you? Who asked you to lift the floor tiles!" A team of patrol officers and soldiers saw a group of people here and followed him.

Ling Xi didn't look back and didn't even look at these officers and soldiers.

A soldier was angry. When Ling Xi was about to board the carriage, he reached out and grabbed him: "Stop, who told you to leave! Take off your mask and let me see if you are a wanted criminal."

"Wait!" The old man heard the movement, poked his head out of the carriage, and shouted in panic: "Let go of this adult."

The officers and soldiers and many people all changed their faces and retreated in fear. In this Haoxi City, who doesn’t know the old man? I didn’t expect that the old man would come here, which is related to this masked man.

"Minister, Master Shi?" The officer and soldier who grabbed Ling Xi said stutteringly.

The old man didn't care about the officer and soldier, so he pushed him away and greeted Ling Xi respectfully: "Protect the king, please get in the car."

When everyone heard the title of protecting the king, they all knelt down with a loud bang, not daring to look up.

After hearing the name Guru Jun for five hundred years, they had already placed the same position as the Supreme Emperor in their hearts. It is said that it was with the help of Guru Jun that the Supreme Emperor could end the tyranny of the court and establish the Qiu Kingdom.

Just as Ling Xi was about to board the carriage, he heard a rapid sound of horse hooves. A man wearing a golden bird suit and a straight knife came quickly and showed a golden token to Ling Xi and said, "Mr., your old friend has arrived. The Supreme Emperor asked you to return to the palace."

Ling Xi nodded, and the man immediately stopped his horse and returned without saying a word. Ling Xi glanced at the sign on his waist. The sign had the word "Che Palace" written on it, which was the same size as the former Longwu Pavilion, and the two were quite similar.

Ling Xi let out an unknown smile, withdrew her gaze, boarded the carriage and rushed to the palace with the old man.

In the palace, a half-year-old boy knelt down in fear and fear, constantly wiping the sweat on his forehead.

"The king of the country, this is the great-grandson of the Unintentional Emperor of the Ya Kingdom, and now the king of the vassal state of my Qiu Kingdom. The Emperor of the Wuyi Kingdom is the one who was with you back then." The young man stood aside and introduced to Ling Xi.

Ling Xi looked at the boy's face that was somewhat similar, remembered the little emperor back then, and asked, "How long have you lived in Grandpa Zeng?"

"Return to the king." For some reason, the young man was extremely scared and trembled and told his own situation: "My grandfather Zeng was in power for eight years and died of illness at the age of twenty-six. My grandfather, who was in power for more than four hundred years, naturally returned to heaven at the age of four hundred and eighty," the young man choked up and said: "I have been in power for fourteen years and died in battle at the age of fifty-two."

"His father died while fighting us." Ling Li interrupted at this time, raised his eyes and looked at the boy.

No wonder the boy was so scared. It turned out that this is why.

"Your Grandpa Zeng, grandpa, and your father are both good emperors." Ling Xi paused: "But you can't be a good emperor."

The young chicken nodded like a pecking rice: "I understand! I understand!"

Ling Xi had no intention of caring about him, so he stood up and looked at Ling Li.

He smiled sharply, then coughed twice, and said in a hoarse voice: "I have another place to take you there."

Ling Xi followed him up to the platform, and under his feet was a dark ocean that could not be seen. Every drop of water in the ocean was composed of a soldier.

This entire sea is full of a vast army.

There were only Ling Li and Ling Xi on the stage. Ling Li was wearing bright yellow dragon robes and wearing dragon crowns. He walked to the front of the platform and looked down to ask: "This is the defenders of Haoxi City, with a total of 800,000, and there are 8 million troops in each state and region. There are no strong enemies outside and the internal affairs are clear and clear. I, the country of thousands of miles, how many generations do you think can be continued?"

"Five generations."

"Why?"

Ling Xi shook his head: "Your country has reached its peak, and then it will decline."

He laughed twice as sharply as if he was looking back, lowered his head and coughed up bleeding. He stretched out his arms and was still blowing on his body by the bitter cold wind: "Then guess again, why did I let you meet those old friends."

"In the past, people were confused, so they had no return day by day. You and I have changed a long time ago."

"Yes, we have all changed." Ling Li staggered back a few steps, sat on the dragon throne, with his head down, and his breath as silk.

Ling Xi stood in front instead of Ling Li and looked down: "I borrowed 600,000 people from me, I want to avenge Yingxi."

"Okay." I could only hear this word. I lowered my head sharply, and I had no rest, and I walked through his life of perseverance.

A subtle sigh came from under the mask and dissipated with the wind.
Chapter completed!