AI algorithm: I figured out the immortal cultivation technique

"Can."

Knowing Lord Xina's concerns, Lord Xiyin nodded in approval.

Although he prefers to prove the way forward by himself, Lord Xiyin Buddha also knows that he needs to consider the future of the mortal Buddha world.

Today, no new Buddha Lord has been born in the Xicha Buddha Kingdom. As the new Buddha Lord, he must protect the Buddha Kingdom, otherwise it will threaten the inheritance of the mortal Buddha world.

"Great kindness."

Seeing that Lord Xiyin agreed, Lord Xina smiled and clasped his hands together.

On the other side, Wang Ren, who had left the Buddhist world, stood on the sword of Xiao Qi, admiring the mountains and rivers, the customs and customs of the other world.

The first half hour was spent in this Buddhist-dominated realm.

These thousands of miles of territory seem to be divided into several countries. The decorations among the soldiers are different. The only thing that is the same is the worship of Buddhism.

It wasn't until he passed a towering mountain range that Wang Ren saw a country similar to ancient China. After scanning it with his spiritual consciousness, he knew that this was the Ming Dynasty he was looking for.

As if the same mirror has a different side, the Ming Dynasty in this world of martial arts also had Zhu as their surname, and the country lasted for more than six hundred years.

Thanks to the abundant vitality of the martial arts world, the yields of crops here are not low. Therefore, there were few famines in the Ming Dynasty, and the national power was booming, without any signs of decline in the national destiny.

"He actually used Confucianism and Taoism to enter martial arts and formed his own sect."

Less than half an hour after arriving in the Ming Dynasty, Wang Ren discovered the traces of himself from another world from some clues.

Wang Ren, the Prime Minister of the Ming Dynasty and a scholar of Zhongji Palace, was overly ambitious in his youth and repeatedly wrote letters criticizing the late emperor's mistakes. After being demoted, he guarded the border for thirty years, entered martial arts through Confucianism, and reached the ninth level of the innate world in one step.

Today, Wang Ren has served as Prime Minister for more than fifty years and is now 125 years old.

Although one hundred and twenty-five years old was considered a long life beyond common sense in ancient China, in this world of martial arts where the average life span exceeds 90 years, it is nothing.

Especially for the nine great innate masters who have a life span of more than two hundred years, there are still hundreds of years left.

Logically speaking, University student Wang was in his prime, so Qiangu APP speculated that his end was close at hand.

With this question in mind, Wang Ren, who drank a cup of tea in a teahouse in the capital of the Ming Dynasty, got up and came to the residence of the great scholar locked by his spiritual consciousness.

"Grandpa, is this worth it for you?"

In the Grand Master's Mansion of Zhongji Palace, a middle-aged man was half-kneeling in front of an old man with gray hair and a thin face, with a look of confusion and sadness on his face.

"His Majesty has been in power for twenty years now and has tolerated me enough. If he does not retreat at this time, it will not be a good story for the monarch and his ministers."

Wang Ren had a thorough understanding of the issue of his direct grandson.

"Even so, grandpa, you just resign and retire, return to your hometown, and take care of yourself until the end of your life. Why do you need to go to that bitter and cold place?"

After listening to his grandfather's words, Wang Wan continued to ask.

Just this morning, my grandfather submitted his resignation to His Majesty, saying that he was exhausted mentally and physically, and thought about spending the rest of his life in Xihaiguan to educate the herdsmen and quell the disputes that occasionally arise on the border.

Although Xihaiguan is also the territory of the Ming Dynasty, it is located on the westernmost border, four thousand miles away from the capital, and is isolated from the mainland of the Ming Dynasty.

Except for the 30,000 local garrison, there are few Ming people within hundreds of miles of Xihaiguan. It is basically cut off from the mainland of the Ming Dynasty. It can be said to be a bitter cold place, and has always been the place where officials who committed serious crimes were exiled.

"Idiot, I have been in the officialdom of the Ming Dynasty for a hundred years and served as prime minister for fifty years. My disciples and old officials are all over the government and the public. Even if I go back to my hometown to take care of my old age, I still have great influence on the government and the public. My former disciples and old officials will use my name to form cliques. , It will hinder the current imperial power of His Majesty. Once His Majesty no longer tolerates it, it will be a disaster for our Wang family. "

Looking at the legitimate grandson in front of him who could only be regarded as a handsome man, Wang Ren sighed and revealed the secret reason.

If the reason is not explained today, this direct grandson may be exploited by secret opponents and cause great trouble to the entire Wang family.

"But my grandfather is over a hundred years old, how can my grandson watch you go to a bitter and cold place to suffer?"

After receiving his grandfather's explanation, Wang Yan also understood the danger, but he could not let go of the other party.

His father was a weak scholar with no martial arts skills. He had a son in his later years. Wang Wan lost his father soon after he was born. He was raised by his grandfather since he was a child, and he had a deep and indescribable affection for him.

Moreover, Wang Yan knew that once his grandfather went to Xihaiguan, he might never come back in his life.

"Children, don't worry about grandpa. My cultivation has reached the ninth level of Xiantian. I might still receive the wedding wine from your grandson."

Understanding his grandson's worries, Wang Ren smiled and comforted him.

Although my grandson's achievements in Confucianism and Taoism are not high, his talent in martial arts is quite good. He is now in his mid-forties, and is already at the fourth level of innateness. There is no chance of being promoted to the seventh level of innateness in the future.

When he was far away from the Ming Dynasty, his grandson resigned and went into seclusion, saying that he would not be able to continue for the Wang family for hundreds of years.

"My grandson will send it to his grandfather in person at that time."

After hearing what his grandfather said, Wang Wan immediately made a promise.

"Hahaha."

While the grandfather and grandson were chatting, three edicts of rewards were sent from the palace, and many fields, real estate, and rare treasures were also given.

Knowing that this was an indirect urging from His Majesty in the palace, Wang Ren did not stay any longer and left the capital at night, without giving his disciples a chance to see each other again.

"Lao Ge, stay here. The imperial edict has arrived."

Thirty miles away from the capital, Wang Ren was resting in the pavilion when he heard the sound of rapid horse hooves and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

With his ninth-level Xiantian cultivation, he could easily detect that there were more than twenty people coming this time, and some of them had food and drinks in their hands.

"Wang Ren accepts the order."

"The edict said."

Hearing that the emperor actually asked people to bring banquets from the imperial dining room, most of which were the delicacies he had loved for many years, Wang Ren was moved and bowed towards the capital to express his gratitude.

However, when he took a sip of the wine, he discovered something was different.

As the wine blended into his meridians, it was actually melting his true energy. It took a lot of true energy to wrap up the medicinal power in the wine with the cultivation of the ninth level of Xiantian. Wang Ren's mind immediately thought of a strange poison - ——The secret is revealed.

After serving as the Prime Minister of the Cabinet for fifty years, Wang Ren also knew some of the secrets of the royal family. He knew that this strange poison was a treasure of the Ming Dynasty royal family and was specifically targeted at those martial arts masters with innate talent above the middle level.

Unexpectedly, he had devoted himself to serving the country for more than a hundred years, and when he was old, he went to Xihaiguan to educate foreigners, but he still couldn't get rid of His Majesty's murderous intention.

It seems that his existence has hindered the imperial power. If he does not leave, the imperial power and the power of the cabinet will compete, and countless people will be killed, and it will even get out of control, people will be in ruins, and the people will be in dire straits.

For the sake of the Ming Dynasty that he had protected for more than a hundred years, Wang Ren knew that he had to go.

"well."

Thinking of the joint, Wang Ren, who was free and easy by nature, happily picked up the wine bottle and poured it into his mouth.

Instead of using the power of the medicine to dispel Tianjixie with his true energy, the wine integrated into his meridians continued to dissolve the king's true energy, and his cultivation level at the ninth level of Xiantian could not stop falling.

Wang Ren, who was at the eighth level, seventh level, and fell to the sixth level, suddenly vomited blood, which started to spread from his gray temples, and the white color instantly covered his entire hair.

"Mr. Ge!!!"

Seeing Wang Ren vomiting blood, the six followers around him hurriedly stepped forward to check, and even the imperial guards in the team who conveyed the order showed strange expressions.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Wang Ge always drinks the wine given by His Majesty, which makes his cultivation unstable and vomits blood.

It turned out that His Majesty did not ask them to send the royal gifts of wine at all, but actually 'send off' Mr. Wang Ge.

Thinking that Mr. Wang Ge, who had served the country and the people for decades, ended up being killed by his cunning rabbit and cooked by his lackeys, the guards couldn't help but turn their heads to the side.

"this"

The father-in-law who had not received the order in advance was also shocked, but he pretended to be calm.

"It's okay, I'm just excited."

Waving his hand to signal his entourage not to come over, Wang Ren continued to eat the exquisite food, as if he didn't care about the blood stains on it.

Dozens of miles away in the imperial palace in the capital, the middle-aged emperor who was practicing calligraphy in the royal study said with a smile: "Xiao Anzi, do you think the teacher will like the food I sent you?"