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Chapter 269: Luo Ying's abnormality, the Ninth Prince's changes, the python wants to become a dragon, and the empress joins the game
Arrived at the Longbi Square of the Dayan Palace.

Luo Ying landed on the ground and began to walk step by step, stepping into the depths of the palace without paying any attention to the people behind him.

This is a no-fly zone.

Even though she is one of the most trusted people of the new emperor, she cannot be rude.

No rules no standards.

On the way to the deep palace, on the flat stone road with various carvings, you can still vaguely see craftsmen repairing the city walls everywhere.

Standing in this square, you can still see the traces of a battle in the capital city in the past. The corners of the city have long been mottled due to the fight between Qigong practitioners and warriors.

Luo Ying took out the golden order with dragon pattern, which symbolized that she was the emperor's envoy, and passed through the layers of guards in the palace. Countless masters' spiritual senses swept over her.

After entering the hall.

Memorials were piled up like a mountain, pearl curtains were hanging down, and on the imperial desk there was a palm-sized incense burner in the shape of a Pixiu, with green smoke curling from its mouth, and the smell in the air was very refreshing.

A young emperor who looks to be in his twenties, with a face as bright as jade and a calm expression, without any embellishment on his features and naturally handsome, sits cross-legged on a soft couch with his eyes closed, resting.

There was red martial arts energy surging around his body, and a powerful aura swept out.

This aura is no weaker than Luo Ying's.

However, Luo Ying discovered that the young emperor's cultivation had actually surpassed his own.

This made her secretly surprised.

If given enough time, perhaps he could really reach the realm of Martial Saint, which has not appeared in hundreds of years?

In this case, is her choice correct?

"What's the matter?"

Just as Luo Ying's mind was wavering and hesitant, Lu Mingyuan opened his sharp eyes and looked at Luo Ying.

The Pixiu incense burner drifted away for a while.

Luo Ying looked solemn and said, "I have come to ask for your resignation, and to ask Your Majesty to allow me to resign from the position of leader of the Imperial Capital Wujian Party."

Lu Mingyuan frowned when he heard the news.

"Why?"

Luo Ying is doing fine, why does he want to resign from the leader position?
Once upon a time, wasn't this what she was pursuing?
Now is a good time for the Wujian Party to spy on the six countries, and it is also a time when people are in short supply.

Only when Luo Ying is around can he feel at ease.

After Luo Ying left, the other leaders of the Wujian Party might become disloyal.

No matter what, everything happens for a reason.

Must understand clearly.

"Because I find that the path of cultivation is long and arduous. If I don't have the heart to cultivate, I'm afraid I'll only stagnate at the eleventh level."

Luo Ying lowered his head and explained.

in her mind.

I couldn't help but start showing the conversation between me and the national teacher.

Inside the boudoir.

"So, Master Imperial Master, you don't want to leave me any chance to live?"

A scholar in white robes with wide sleeves said with a smile, "It depends on your choice to stay. Now there are only two paths in front of you: give way or die. As a member of the Wujian Party, you should know what the consequences will be when the inner demon explodes."

"Why are you torturing me like this? Why not just kill me?"

"If I kill you, won't the man on the throne become suspicious?"

"okay, I get it."

Back to reality, Luo Ying looked again at the young emperor who slowly stood up in front of the imperial desk and walked towards her.

Lu Mingyuan looked her straight in the eye and said in a deep voice, "If it is for cultivation, I respect your choice."

"I'm sure."

"but."

Lu Mingyuan's eyes became sharp, and he said in a light tone: "If you turn around and join someone else's army and go against me, no matter what the reason is, I will kill you anyway."

"Yes"

Luo Ying handed over his golden order and the seal issued by the court, then slowly turned around and prepared to leave the hall.

Her life was rough and miserable enough.

She didn't want to be anyone's pawn anymore.

"Where are you planning to go?" Lu Mingyuan asked from a distance.

Luo Ying turned around and saluted: "I don't know either, let's take it one step at a time."

Until I saw Luo Ying’s back disappear at the end.

Lu Mingyuan returned to the table, tapped the table with his fingers, narrowed his eyes and said, "Xun Yu, it seems that you haven't given up yet."

He is not stupid.

He didn't believe that nothing had happened regarding Luo Ying's unusual behavior.

The founder of the Wujian Party was, after all, the old national teacher of the Southern Zhou Dynasty.

I thought Xun Yu had learned his lesson, but I didn't expect him to dare to make a comeback.

But this time, he would not give the other party a chance to escape.

Jiangling Palace.

In the courtyard, a scholar in white with an illusory figure sat opposite Lu Yunhuang and played chess. Just a wisp of his soul and his aura was as boundless as the surging river.

The scholar in white pointed at the chessboard and said with a smile to Lu Yunhuang, "Look, in this way, the originally dead chess piece has been revived, right?"

Lu Yunhuang nodded thoughtfully: "Sir, this game is indeed brilliant. On the surface, two options are given, but in fact there is no choice at all. The only way to survive is just the next step designed in advance."

The scholar in white nodded in satisfaction: "Now that the destiny of heaven has come, how can the new emperor sit idly by? In the past month, he has been suppressing the rebellion and using various means to raise military funds. It is obvious that he wants to intervene in the affairs of the six countries. This is the best opportunity for us."

"Without Luo Ying, the Wujian Party is nothing to be afraid of. It is a pipe dream for Da Yan to win among the six nations." "Do you want to unite with the Seventh Prince this time?"

Lu Yunhuang asked.

"he?"

Xun Yu sneered and shook his head:
"Third chance is better than third chance. We still have a chance. We should try our best. A horse cannot grow fat without wild grass, and a man cannot become rich without unexpected wealth. Lu Yunwan has suffered a great setback, and his heart has long since turned into a muddy pond. How can he still have the heart to fight for supremacy? Now he is only thinking about how to protect himself. Poor fellow, his heart to fight for the truth has long been shattered. After so many years, I am afraid he has even lost the heart to fight for the throne."

Lu Yunhuang remained silent.

After a long time, he managed to utter a few words: "Sir, do you think that as one's realm becomes higher, the energy in one's heart gradually disappears, and the energy in one's heart turns into dust along the long and vague road?"

Since birth, everyone has imagined himself as the protagonist of this world.

It can accompany you as you grow up and witness all kinds of things in this world.

You will find that there are many people who are better than you.

And I am just one of the countless living beings in this world.

It is like a wisp of duckweed in the water, a small boat between heaven and earth.

Gradually, your spirit will be worn away and you will have no chance of achieving the great path.

Xun Yu glanced at him and said, "Look at your lack of ability. This sentence only applies to those mediocre talents, those middle-level cultivators who are not as good as the best but better than the worst."

He stretched out his index finger and thumb to measure a small length, and sighed: "If a person has only that much talent and dares to call himself a genius, then he is actually a useless person."

Then, he pointed a finger and said, "If one's talent is truly at the peak of his powers and his vision is high enough, he will not bury his ambitions, but will wait for the right opportunity to become a dragon."

"So, do you understand?"

Lu Yunhuang pondered: "Can talent really measure a person's achievements?"

"Luck and opportunity are also very important. If you only have talent but don't have enough luck to support it, you will fall if you are not careful and become a stepping stone for others."

"Are there no people among those so-called mediocre people who can maintain their spirit?"

Xun Yu nodded: "Yes, but this statement is very contradictory. If a person can accept his mediocrity, how can he be mediocre? There is naturally a great way in the ordinary. After all, everything is the Tao. This is the way those Taoist guys comfort the world."

After a few words.

A spot of light appeared in Lu Yunhuang's mind.

Suddenly.

A light breeze blew by.

Lu Yunhuang's aura surged, and his entire persona changed. His eyes were bright, and he said in surprise:

"Sir, I understand."

Xun Yu smiled and shook his head: "If you could realize it earlier, I wouldn't have to waste so much time talking about it."

In his opinion.

Lu Yunhuang is one of these people. His life is as insignificant as dust, but he was born into an imperial family.

Still full of energy.

Compared to the second prince Lu Guangjing, such a person, if he could attain enlightenment, would often go further.

When the storm was about to come in the capital of Dayan.

Under the gate of the imperial capital.

A cloaked woman looked up at the two ancient seal characters "帝京" and slowly stepped into this bustling city that was still in its heyday.

The flower boats under the bridge are as bright as brocade, and the sounds of hawking from all directions from the east, west, south and north are endless.

Drunken guests gathered in the inn and tavern, listening to the storyteller telling all kinds of strange and bizarre things in Middle-earth.

"This is the Imperial Capital, where the new emperor is."

The cloaked woman revealed a cold light in her eyes, and under her eyes, a devilish black light flowed.

"I didn't sense the aura of the divine pearl. Where did Emperor Yong'an hide it back then?"

In the past, she entrusted the Heavenly Demon Pearl to Emperor Yong'an as collateral for her departure from the Imperial Capital.

However, unexpectedly, Emperor Yong'an broke the contract and used the power of the Demon Pearl without authorization.

This time I came to the capital.

The first thing to do is to recover the Demon Pearl.

This thing is extremely important to her.

It is one of her important powers. Losing the Demon Pearl is equivalent to losing the ability to communicate with the direct gods at any time. She can only wait for the gods' active response.

If she wants to reshape the six realms of reincarnation, she must become a god.

The function of the Demonic Pearl is self-evident.

"At this moment, if you want to sneak into the palace, you need to find a suitable identity."

Wu Gongyu looked around, looking for a suitable candidate.

At this time, there was a lot of noise in the restaurant at the entrance of the vegetable market.

"Have you heard? The position of the current queen has finally been confirmed!"

"Really? I've been waiting for a month. I'm very curious about what kind of woman the Sixth Prince, a role model for us, will marry. Who will be the queen?"

"Of course it must be the famous and talented woman of the Qi family, Qi Muxue."

"You mean the Princess of Qi? Indeed, there is no one more suitable than her to be the queen."

This conversation happened to be overheard by Wu Gongyu.

She thought for a while and murmured:

"Qi Muxue"

"Is she the descendant of that saint? That's quite interesting. She should be a good candidate."

Her spiritual consciousness crisscrossed the capital, searching for the location of the Qi Mansion.

(End of this chapter)