Duan Yu's Biography of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 92 The Two Emperors Meet
Yanfu Palace.

In the empty hall, the light is soft, quiet and peaceful.

There is only one incense burner, with curls of green smoke rising slowly, exuding a refreshing fragrance, light but endless.

On the futon on the west side of the incense burner, a middle-aged scribe in a light blue robe sat with his eyes closed and stilled.

He made mudras with his hands, and his sleeve robe was spread out on the carpet, motionless, as if he had merged with the earth.

Suddenly, his eyes opened suddenly, and Danfeng's eyes exuded a divine light.

Footsteps sounded hurriedly outside the hall.

After a while, Zhao Xu strode in.

"I have seen His Majesty!" The middle-aged scribe stood up and saluted.

"Huang Qing, there's no need to be polite." Zhao Xu stepped forward to help him up, very respectfully.

The middle-aged scribe still insisted on bowing.

His name is Huang Chang, and he is sixty years old, but he looks like he is in his forties.

At the age of 38, he won the number one scholar in the examination and was an official in the court. He was responsible for searching the books of Taoism all over the world and compiling the collection of Taoism.

At that time, Huang Chang was an official for the first time. He was afraid of being punished by the emperor for compiling and engraving wrong words, so he proofread all kinds of Taoist scriptures word by word and extremely carefully.

Over the past few years, he has become proficient in the Taoism of the world, and when compiling the Taoist collection, he realized that he can practice martial arts without a teacher, and created the "Nine Yin Manual".

Therefore, Zhao Xu relied heavily on him and almost wanted to be named a national master.

Huang Chang didn't dare to accept it. He lectured and discussed the scriptures with the emperor in the palace all the year round, and wrote the "Nine Yin Manual" in his spare time, revising and revising it.

"Huang Qing, please sit down!" Zhao Xu sat on the futon on the east side and raised his hand as a gesture, very politely.

Nodding slightly, Huang Chang still sat down on the futon on the west side.

"Huang Qing, did you know about the Southern Emperor Sword Immortal?" Zhao Xu asked with a smile.

Huang Shang raised his eyebrows and said kindly: "I have heard that this person is the leader of Dali. It is said that he can cast clouds and rain, fly with a sword, and has great magical powers."

"Oh?!" Zhao Xu nodded happily: "Huang Qing, do you think the rumors are true or not?"

"The world is so big that there are no wonders. There are many people who practice Taoism and know the art of longevity and long-term vision."

Huang Chang's expression was peaceful, the clouds were calm and the wind was breezy, as if he didn't care about everything in the world.

Zhao Xu smiled and nodded.

As if thinking of something, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, his expression hesitated.

Just because I heard "Longevity" once, I was sensitive for a while.

Zhao Xu stared at Huang Shang tightly and said in a deep voice: "Huang Qing, tell me the truth, how long can I live?"

"This..." Huang Chang was startled, stroking his long temples, his eyes drooping.

He knew very well that the emperor was terminally ill, his life was passing quickly, and there was no cure.

"Your Majesty, this is the elixir Jiuhua Yulu pill that I have newly refined. After taking it, it can nourish the spirit and strengthen the body, and it can prolong life."

Huang Chang took out a white jade bottle from his arms.

Zhao Xu took the jade bottle but did not open it.

His face darkened, he looked at Huang Chang's cold voice, and said slowly: "Huang Qing, I want you to give me a clear answer, how long can I live?"

Huang Chang remained silent, shook his head, and sighed leisurely.

After a long time, he raised his head and sighed softly: "I dare not deceive Your Majesty. Your Majesty is only alive for more than a month, or at most three months."

"Three or three months?"

Zhao Xu froze for a moment.

He knew that his time was numbered, and he had been relying on pills to continue his life all these years.

It's just that he didn't expect that his life span was only three months.

No, it's a month!

Don't think about this kind of thing for good.

"Hahaha"

Zhao Xu suddenly laughed out loud, with a somewhat crazy expression.

He is only 25 years old this year, and he is in the golden years of his life. He wants to make a big difference, but he wants to leave right now!
How can he be willing to do so?

The laughter subsided immediately, Zhao Xu gasped hard, his chest heaved violently, his face flushed and turned a little pale.

Huang Chang sighed: "Your Majesty, if you continue to take the pill, there may be a chance of survival."

"Huang Qing is bothering you." Zhao Xu's expression was decadent, and his energy seemed to be taken away.

Huang Chang bowed with a peaceful expression: "It is my honor to be able to share the worries for His Majesty!"

"Report to Your Majesty, King Duan begs to see you!" The guard's voice came from outside the hall.

"What is he here for?" Zhao Xu frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "Let him in."

Soon.

"Brother Emperor!"

"Brother, save me!"

Zhao Ji limped into the hall, and fell to the ground when he met him.

Zhao Xu waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "What's the matter with you? How did you become such a virtuous person!"

"Brother Huang, I was beaten! I was almost beaten to death!"

Zhao Ji spoke sadly, detailing how he was beaten and humiliated.

The desolation in his words, coupled with the manuscript written by an unknown person, can't help but make people feel great anger towards the perpetrator and deep sympathy for the victim at the same time.

Huang Chang stroked his silver beard, lowered his eyes and said nothing.

He has never been involved in royal matters.

"You mean, it was the leader of Dali who attacked you?" Zhao Xu asked.

"Yes! It's him!"

Zhao Ji nodded, with a solemn expression: "I am a barbarian chief who beats the dignified nobles like this!"

Hearing this, Zhao Xu was thoughtful.

"Brother Huang, that fellow said he wanted to kill me, you must make the decision for me!"

Zhao Ji cried bitterly.

"Let's go!" Zhao Xu slapped the dragon case with both hands: "Eleventh brother, come with me to Duan Mansion!"

Zhao Ji cheered up: "Okay, brother, let's go now and take the troops to wipe out that Duanfu!"

In the afternoon, Duan Yu was sleeping soundly with his newly married Xiang Fei in his arms.

Suddenly, Zhong Ling's soft voice came from outside the door: "Duan Lang, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty is here again!"

"Zhao Xu is here again?"

Duan Yu opened his eyes and rubbed the beauty next to him out of habit. His hazy eyes suddenly became clear.

"Linger, come in."

In response, Zhong Ling pushed the door open and entered.

Looking at the two, she didn't feel shy with her flowery face, she was already used to this kind of scene.

While helping Duan Yu get dressed, she said: "The Great Song Emperor has been here four times, Duan Lang should meet him, after all we beat a prince."

Duan Yu gave a "hmm" and nodded: "Then see you."

His spiritual sense detected that Duan Wang Zhao Ji was also there.

I just want to see what tricks they can come up with.

Zhong Ling moved neatly, and quickly helped him tidy up and wash up.

Duan Yu walked out of the house, walked with his hands behind his back, passed through the triple moon door, and came to the front hall.

But I saw dozens of men standing outside the front hall.

Their bodies were similar, their eyes were cold, their faces were expressionless, and they exuded a sense of strength.

It's like a leopard standing there. Once it moves, it will be as fast as lightning.

Seeing Duan Yu approaching, all these masters looked at him and two of them stepped forward to stop him.

Just as he was about to reach out to stop him, Duan Yu disappeared.

Look again, the person has passed through the two people and reached the front of the hall.

All the inner masters were horrified and hurriedly chased after him.With a chuckle, Duan Yu stepped up the steps. Just as he was about to step into the hall, two more figures suddenly appeared.

They were two old men, dressed in plain long gowns, with slender appearance and elegant demeanor, as if they had well-educated scholars, but possessed profound internal strength.

The two of them stood in front of Duan Yu and looked him up and down with clear eyes.

Just about to ask a question, the hairs all over his body immediately exploded.

Duan Yu had already appeared behind them, walking into the hall as if he were in a deserted place.

"I've seen officials." Duan Yu nodded slightly towards Zhao Xu, who was wearing purple robe.

Zhao Xu was taken aback, there was no one here just now, how come there is one more person all of a sudden?

A figure flashed in front of Zhao Xu, blocking his and Duan Yu's sight.

But he is an old man with silver eyebrows and no beard under his jaw.

His face was as rosy as a baby's, his shoulders were slightly arched, and his eyes were fixed on Duan Yu, as if a thunderbolt struck the hall.

It was the old eunuch from that day.

"Back off!" Zhao Xu waved his hand.

"Yes, official." The old eunuch hurriedly backed away, hiding behind Zhao Xu, bowed his head and remained motionless, as if an old monk was in meditation.

Zhao Xu stepped forward with a smile and asked, "But Brother Duan from Dali?"

"It's Duan." Duan Yu found a chair and sat down.

"Bold, don't kneel down and salute when you meet the officials of the Song Dynasty!"

Zhao Ji jumped out and shouted, very airy.

With the support of the emperor's brother, he has nothing to fear!

"Brother Eleven, why don't you kneel down and admit your mistake?" Zhao Xu snorted coldly.

He looked at Duan Yu, and smiled again: "My brother is naughty, fortunately brother Duan disciplined me, please forgive me."

"Brother Huang???" Zhao Ji was dumbfounded.

Why did you agree to support yourself and end up coming to apologize?
The reversal of singing is not that big, right?
What about brotherhood?

"What are you doing in a daze? Kneel down and admit your mistake to Brother Duan!" Zhao Xu scolded.

Duan Yu just glanced at them and didn't speak.

It doesn't matter whether they are acting or they are sincere, just ask Zhao Ji to kneel, and he will never stop him.

"Brother Huang, I am the king of Song Duan! How can I?"

"Your Majesty!"

"Oh"

Zhao Ji shrank his neck and kneeled in front of Duan Yu with great reluctance.

It wasn't the first time he knelt down, so he didn't feel too burdened.

Just very upset!
It was obviously for revenge, but it turned out like this.
How outrageous!

"Get up."

Duan Yu waved his hand and looked at the two Zhao brothers.

Needless to say, Zhao Ji is a waste.

But Zhao Xu is different, he has a sharp expression, a smile on his face, and his eyes are also smiling, but there is a hint of sharpness, which is hard for ordinary people to notice.

Duan Yu could see that Zhao Xu's body was deteriorating, and his lifespan was getting shorter and shorter, like a candle in the wind, the fire of life fluttered.

It should be using elixir to continue life, and there is no abnormality on the surface.

However, once the medication is stopped, the body will collapse immediately.

Moreover, once the same kind of medicine is taken for a long time, the medicine will lose its effect.

When the time comes, you will still have to die and you won’t be able to hold on for long.

Zhao Xu drove Zhao Ji out, and said with a smile: "Brother Duan, I came here rashly, won't I disturb you?"

Duan Yu shook his head lightly, and said to Dugu Qiubai outside the door: "Dugu, serve tea!"

Dugu Qiubai responded from a distance outside the hall, acting as a handyman.

Zhao Xu hurriedly waved his hand: "No! I brought it myself!"

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand, and immediately two big inner guards stepped in, with steady steps and solemn expressions.

One of them holds a teapot and the other holds a bag of tea leaves, making tea on the spot.

"These are all fine tribute teas. Brother Duan, would you like to try them?" Zhao Xu said with a smile and a carefree expression.

"Then it's disrespectful." Duan Yu said with a nod and a smile without any politeness.

It was steaming hot and the fragrance of tea was overflowing. He picked up the porcelain cup and took a sip.

The golden tea fell into his mouth, it was indeed good tea.

Seeing him drinking the boiling tea with a nonchalant look, Zhao Xu was already stunned.

Worthy of being a fairy!

If you drink such hot tea directly, if you are an ordinary person, if you take a sip, you will definitely jump up, scream and moan, and suffer from internal injuries.

After calming down the shock in his heart, Zhao Xu picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and asked with a smile: "I like Taoist knowledge very much. I wonder if Brother Duan can give me some advice?"
Duan Yu nodded slightly, so the two had an in-depth conversation.

Zhao Xu's speech was profound and insightful, and when he talked about the Daoist scriptures, every word was so clear that Duan Yu admired him.

As he expected.

After chatting for a while, Zhao Xu hinted at Duan Yu inside and out, asking for advice on cultivating immortals, on the grounds that he had the same hobbies.

Duan Yu ignored him.

Immortal, can everyone cultivate?
"Guan family, it's getting late."

The old eunuch's voice suddenly sounded just right, easing Zhao Xu's embarrassment.

"Oh, it's getting dark!"

Zhao Xu turned to Duan Yu and said with a smile: "I had a great conversation with Brother Duan today, I hope to have the opportunity to ask for advice in person someday."

Duan Yu said: "Duan just has some experience. Your Majesty should not be like this."

Zhao Xu hurriedly said: "Brother Duan is a genius in this world, so don't be humble with me!"

Duan Yu shook his head and smiled, and said no more, his expression free and aloof.

The two said goodbye.

"Zhao Xu, this kid, is a bit interesting."

After getting along for a while, Duan Yu felt that Zhao Xu was a pretty good person.

As a king, life and death are up for grabs, life and death are decided, like ants twisting, the state of mind is different from ordinary people.

In the past ten years, Zhao Xu invited her to see her and visited her four times. After being rejected, she came again and again.

This kind of forbearance is not something that ordinary kings can do.

It would be okay if he was allowed to live a few more years.

However, it remains to be seen how well Zhao Xu is the emperor.

With the improvement of his cultivation, especially when he was forming alchemy, Duan Yu clearly felt the power of heaven.

As the emperor, the emperor is the intersection of destiny, and his future and destiny cannot be changed at will by outsiders.

The majesty of the way of heaven, Duan Yu is awe-inspiring, and he will not challenge it easily.

But he will not follow the rules and obey the laws of heaven.

Everything is based on self-interest.

In order to avoid the annoyance of Zhao Xu coming every day, Duan Yu decided to go to the Lingjiu Palace in the near future to ask the Tianshan Child Elder for the Eight Desolate and Liuhe Sovereign Art.

He wanted to gather together the three exercises to see if he could synthesize a set of eternal spring exercises.

It's better to have one more proof of cultivating immortality skills than blindly relying on the old sixth system.

Day two.

Dugu Qiubai was still weeding, but he saw a stream of light flashing over Canglan Bieyuan.

He has been practicing swords all the year round, with deep inner strength and excellent eyesight, he can tell at a glance that it is Duan Yu Yujian flying out.

"The rumors turned out to be true."

Seeing the magical power of the Sword Immortal with his own eyes, Dugu Qiubai stood there in a daze, not moving for a long time.

(End of this chapter)