ah?The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

Chapter 224 Farewell Ying Cangdi

Du Xinghe still doesn't know what happened in the imperial city.

The dragon vein is a matter of great importance. After thinking about it, she found that there was no one with whom she could discuss this matter.

The ones she can trust are like Shen Shui Xinyue. When the two are not around, she is afraid that the news will leak out. She is also afraid that their realm is not high enough. If they fall into the hands of bad guys and are subjected to soul-searching, even if they are loyal to her, their souls cannot be false. Telling them too many secrets beyond their abilities will put them in danger.

Du Xinghe opened the paper window, and raindrops as big as beans poured down from between the clouds and mist.

It was raining and snowing, and it was freezing cold.

She lowered her eyes. The eyes of a high-level monk are different from those of ordinary people. As long as she wants, she can see thousands of miles away. The heavy rain that broke the sky into cracks made the villagers at the foot of the mountain unable to take shelter. They hurriedly ran in all directions. With a flurry of panic and disorderly footsteps, the originally bustling streets became empty.

A pair of siblings were originally being led by a woman, but a rainstorm came suddenly and the woman only had time to pick up the younger brother. The older girl staggered behind the woman, calling for her mother.

The woman urged her to catch up quickly. The girl got anxious and slipped. She was about to fall face down on a pile of rubble, but a light breeze lifted her up gently, and the heavy rain that had been beating her so hard that she couldn't lift her head suddenly disappeared.

She thought the rain had stopped, but when she looked around, it was still pouring.

The girl raised her head.

She was the only one who was shielded from the rain.

"Is it the immortal on the mountain?" She wiped the water off her face and thanked him happily: "Thank you for helping me!"

In the village at the foot of the mountain, the villagers all know that their home is backed by the Jiuchongjian Mountain, and that the mountain is inhabited by immortals.

The sound of rain washed away the girl's words of thanks, and the woman in front urged unhappily:
"What are you mumbling about? Hurry up and catch up!"

"Mom, wait for me!"

……

Xue Ming floated beside Du Xinghe. The sword spirit shared the perspective with the host, so naturally he also saw the little spell she cast.

Sword Spirit: "Do one good deed a day."

"Now that we've seen it, we can't just watch the little girl get disfigured."

Sword Spirit: "I have been in Jiuchong Sword Mountain for such a long time, but I have never seen you look down the mountain. What happened today?"

After living together for so many years, the sword spirit has a rough understanding of his master's temperament.

The more problems Du Xinghe encountered, the more taciturn he became.

On the contrary, when things are unimportant, I would say a few more light-hearted words.

"I see more...than before,"

Just when Jian Ling thought she would not answer, Du Xinghe spoke with a little hesitation: "The left eye has seen too many things."

The eyes connected to the immortal realm, every enlightenment, tore her cognition apart.

“I don’t want to see that much,” she said.

"Is it bad to see more?"

The sword spirit was puzzled.

While staying in the underground palace, it attended Emperor Ying Cang's cultural class and learned a word called thirst for knowledge. It also knew that if a cultivator wanted to make a breakthrough, he could not just practice blindly, but had to travel everywhere, walk thousands of miles, and see enough before he could cultivate the Tao in his heart.

Du Xinghe closed her eyes, and snow fell on her black eyelashes:

"It disturbs my mind."

Without waiting for the sword spirit to ask her what she wanted to do, when she opened her eyes again, she already had an idea in her mind.

Yes, there is another person she can turn to for help.

A senior who is neither afraid of Emperor Xuan nor has anything to do with Xuan Country, and whose cultivation is higher than hers.

"I want to see His Majesty."

……

In the Galaxy Palace.

Seeing that Cang Hengzi was in seclusion in the weapon refining room, Du Xinghe did not disturb him, but instead looked for His Majesty's whereabouts.

She was seen busying herself in the Xinghe Palace, turning the soil under the tree and sticking her head into the pool. The sword spirit was puzzled: "What are you doing? Are you suddenly addicted to farming?"

"Didn't I tell you? Go find Emperor Ying Cang." "Why are you looking for His Majesty to dig up the soil? Is His Majesty buried in the soil?"

Du Xinghe remembered that he often turned himself into a white mushroom.

His Majesty, who is good at hiding himself, often doesn't want to be a human being. Looking for his trace is like playing a spot-the-difference game on a digital website.

"That's weird. The Gu silk is clearly connected here..."

Du Xinghe muttered.

One of the Gu threads attached to her wrist belonged to Emperor Ying Cang.

At this moment, the one belonging to Your Majesty was disappearing into the land beside the pool.

Did she remember it wrong?

No way!
So, there was a scene of crossing the galaxy and turning the soil.

When she loosened the slightly moist soil, the system suddenly popped up and said: [Detected that the host is farming, match the palace fighting novels with the [farming] tag and push them to the host for study...]

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Du Xinghe: [Thank you, but that’s not necessary.]

Du Xinghe: [By the way, let me use [Peek at the Emperor's Trace] again.]

It failed before because she had a golden dragon body. Now that another Majesty is nearby, it may be of some use!
The compass needle appeared in Du Xinghe's hand and pointed underground again.

Palace Fighting System: [Host, you buried the emperor alive again? ]

Du Xinghe ignored it, took a deep breath, and continued to poke down.

The sword spirit protested: "Please return my dignity as a sword for free."

If Xue Ming is not long enough, then let Chi Xiao do it instead.

Finally, when Chi Xiao was completely submerged in the ground beside the pool, the tip of the heavy sword hit a hard object.

After determining the direction, Du Xinghe dived into the ground and reached out to touch it.

She hit a hard rectangular object.

Specifically, a coffin.

Du Xinghe just found it funny. She went straight to the coffin and moved the lid away.

The crowded soil was useless in the face of the immortals' power.

Naturally, it cannot protect the person in the coffin at all.

It was dark in the ground and there was no light in the coffin, but fortunately there was no need to turn on a lamp for the two of them to see things. She could easily see the person lying in the coffin clearly. Wasn't that His Majesty whom she hadn't seen for a long time?
Emperor Ying Cang was dressed in white with a bamboo fan hanging around his waist. His temperament was like that of an ephemeral flower, cold and pure to the extreme. However, because he was born in an imperial family, he exuded a noble bearing.

People who are shy and timid will inevitably appear petty, and not as generous and decent as those who are good at dancing with long sleeves. However, Ying Cangdi is an exception. He has nothing to do with the word petty, but when he meets her, a very understandable embarrassment always appears on his expressionless face.

This blush also made Du Xinghe dazed.

It’s not that I’m seduced by male beauty.

But she thought that even if His Majesty became as powerful as him, he would not be able to change his character flaws...

It seems that no matter how high her realm is, she will probably not be able to change her bad habits.

Du Xinghe couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

"You came to see me... for something?"

While I was daydreaming, Emperor Ying Cang spoke.

Du Xinghe: "I do have something to trouble your majesty."

"Actually, you can come to me if you have nothing to do."

Du Xinghe: "But His Majesty doesn't seem to want to be disturbed."

"You didn't even ask, how do you know I don't want to be disturbed? Besides, it's not considered a disturbance if you come to see me."

Emperor Ying Cang quickly denied her words.

Du Xinghe felt that his emotional intelligence could not be said to be smooth, but a hospitable person would not stuff himself into a coffin and bury it nearly ten feet underground.