I preached in the Six Dynasties

After passing the first two treasuries, the corridor suddenly lit up, and countless night pearls were inlaid on the walls, just like roadside stones.

Going forward, it is still the organ, Li Yu is still going to test it, and it is still using the white-haired sky eye to close it.

Open the secret door on the wall, and you will see a magnificent hall, which is completely modeled after Weiyang Palace.

Xiao He presided over the construction of Weiyang Palace. Unexpectedly, Emperor Wu Liu Che built another one underground.

Speaking of prodigals, this one dares to say the second, no one dares to say the first.

"It seems that after his resurrection, he plans to hold a re-enthronement ceremony at this place." Zuo Ci was amazed, and stepped forward to take a look, a jade seal shining with green light caught his attention.

At one corner of this seal, there is some incompleteness, which was filled with gold.

"XX" Li Yu couldn't help cursing excitedly.

At this time, Bai Mao stood aside and said with a sneer, "What are you looking at, it's fake! Just like this palace, it's a fake."

"How is that possible?" Li Yu didn't believe it, neither did Zuo Ci, they held it tightly in their hands, and their palms were sweating.

Bai Mao said: "If you say you are stupid, you still don't believe it. When was this Emperor Wu buried?"

"Ah?" Li Yu said, "Of course after death, is it still buried?"

"That's right, he's dead, and his son will succeed soon, will he bury this thing?"

All four were silent.

Indeed, how could this thing be buried, even if it was the emperor's will, the new emperor probably would not obey it.

If you lose it, you will not be able to sit on the throne.

Moreover, Emperor Wu's temperament in his later years was really unflattering. People who were close to him were killed as soon as they said they wanted to. The scourge of witchcraft killed countless people, including his crown prince.

From the beginning to the end of the scourge of witchcraft, tens of thousands of people were killed. The loss of a large number of political and military talents has become an important historical reason for the decline of the Han regime.Such a prison case mainly targeting the massacre of flesh and blood in-laws is rare in history.

If an emperor achieves this step, it is difficult for his son to say how much he misses him. The opposite is his descendant Liu Xiu.

After the death of Liu Xiu, Emperor Guangwu of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Liu Zhuang, the succeeding Emperor of the Han Dynasty, often dreamed of his father and mother in his middle and old age: in the first month of the 17th year, when he visited the original mausoleum, he dreamed of the first emperor at night, and the queen mother was happy all his life. I'm so sad, I can't sleep because of sadness. ... After the meeting, the emperor lay down on the imperial bed from the front of the banquet, looked at the things in the queen mother's dowry, was moved to tears, and made Yi Zhize dress up.Both left and right are weeping, unable to look up.

This is the gap between the two, which shows how different they are in treating their relatives.After Emperor Wu's death, his children dreamed of him, probably also a nightmare.

Zuo Ci was still sighing, playing with the seal with regret on his face, suddenly there was a slight sound above his head, everyone looked up and saw a long snake flying across the sky, its ribs were open,

He propped his long and round body flat, and with the help of the flow of air, he glides in the air. The long snake tail swings and wraps around Zuo Ci's neck.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Zuo Ci stretched out his hand to hold down the snake's seven inches, and pinched it in his hand.

"what?"

Li Yu exclaimed, "It doesn't seem like a snake."

"Of course it's not a snake. It's a dragon, but it's not a real dragon. It's a flood dragon." Zuo Ci held it in his hand and looked at it, and said, "It should be good to use as medicine."

Xiaolong bared his teeth at him, but the effect of the threat was mediocre.

The royal family of the Han Dynasty and the dragon clan have a deep relationship. From the time when the great ancestor cut the white snake, to the six heroes who cut the five-clawed golden dragon to share the world, their national destiny has always been closely related to the dragon.

The cry of the little dragon quickly caused other changes. On the pillar in the center of the hall, the dragons that were thought to be decorations all opened their eyes.

Watching this scene, Li Yu's scalp became numb, "Did you stab the dragon's nest?"

He glanced around roughly, and there were dozens of dragons at least.

They have been sleeping here, perhaps waiting for the moment when Emperor Wu returns.

At this time, their eyes were not friendly, and they looked at the four benevolent people in the Central Plains. It was obvious that they were not their masters, but a group of unexpected guests.

Li Yu didn't know if these flood dragons had activated their spiritual wisdom. It seemed that they were activated, but not fully activated.

"Hey, don't you have a treasure of Fengyue, take it all in!" Bai Mao shouted.

Li Yu scolded: "You are really bad, what should I do if I take it in, will I still be able to get in in the future?"

"What are you afraid of? Before they fully wake up and wait until their bodies can move, it will be difficult to accept!"

Li Yu was cursing and had no other choice, so he had to greet Yutu first, and then took the dragon coiled on the dragon pillar into it.

His Fengyue Baojian is becoming more and more dangerous now. The Mieshi Heilian alone makes Li Yu afraid to go in, and now he has locked up a nest of dragons.

These dragons haven't fully awakened yet, and Li Yu doesn't know what their strength is.

Dragons are actually the same as people, not all dragons have the same combat power, in fact, the difference between them is very large.

Some dragons are overwhelming, omnipotent, and powerful, comparable to ancient saints.

Some are used to pull carts, mounts, and food
Now that the dragon clan is declining, it doesn't mean that there are no powerful dragons.

The old boy Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty didn't know what power he had prepared for himself to help him regain the throne quickly.

Zuo Ci touched the little dragon in his hand, and said with a smile: "I don't need this little one, I'll keep it for myself, maybe I can take in a dragon apprentice in the future."

As soon as the words fell, Xiaolong whimpered and wailed, then passed out and was wrapped around Zuo Ci's arm.

With a flick of his sleeve, he hid the dragon on his arm and continued walking.

"It's rare for you old man to have such a leisurely mood." Li Yu said.

Zuo Ci chuckled, but what he was thinking in his heart was that when Bai Mao's celestial eyes were opened and he went to another world to enjoy himself, there would be no dragons to take with him.

The Heavenly Dao of the Three Realms is overwhelming, poor Li Yu still doesn't know that this world can't tolerate a cultivator like Zuo Ci at all.

Faced with this situation, some people choose to destroy the world and start over again; some choose to join if they can’t beat it, get rid of their own humanity, and stay away from the world and live in the sky;
Of course, there are people like Zuo Ci who choose to escape.

They tried their best to escape from this place, and the more they saw, the more desperate they became.

Zuo Ci is different from Li Yu, he has lived too long, and he knows too many things, so he will make this choice.

"This is the palace, what do you think is going to be after this?" Li Yu asked.

"It's probably the school grounds." Bai Mao's tone was not as relaxed as before, and he began to get nervous.