Arknights, are you a good person?

Qi Yuan asked responsibly, and for some reason, the old commander shook his head instinctively.

His power was unfathomable, yet very natural, as if the power of life and death was his innate right. Even though His Majesty the True Dragon was standing next to him, the old commander still couldn't help but listen to Qi Yuan's words.

"Um……"

Zhenlong stood aside, shook his head with regret, folded his arms, closed his eyes and felt the sharp Chixiao sword intent on Qi Yuan's body.

This is much more like me.

How could such a good person, with great talent and acting like an emperor, not be of royal blood?

Was she switched at birth?

Zhenlong thought about this possibility again, which had no possibility, just like a white-collar worker who fantasizes about winning the lottery.

As soon as Qi Yuan takes over, he should have his own mobile city as his fiefdom, and be able to play freely without any restrictions. The True Dragon can run that city into the hometown of calligraphy art in Dayan.

Well... this fiefdom should be next to Shangshu, and it would complement the ink painting masters next door.

He would never be like that foolish brother, doing so many businesses and making his mobile city full of the smell of money.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

The old reminder brought the real dragon back to reality, and he returned to the red bricks and yellow tiles filled with the flavor of pepper and aniseed.

"Ok?"

Zhenlong looked at the chaotic scene in front of him, feeling a little dazed and lonely.

"It is time to make a decision, Your Majesty."

The Grand Tutor reminded him again, and the True Dragon's gaze slowly moved. The pressure was like a mountain pressing down on the two people on the scene. The Grand Tutor could no longer speak and silently waited for His Majesty's judgment.

"Do you still want to retire and return home?"

Zhenlong's brows furrowed, and he immediately began to imitate Qi Yuan's speech.

The unfathomable divine power was suffocating, but the real dragon always felt that he was just imitating and did not have the natural feeling of Qi Yuan.

The general immediately became much more obedient, bowed his head and saluted, and his words were much more spirited than before.

"I just spoke nonsense."

"Now that the matter is settled, then leave."

Zhenlong waved his brush in boredom and calmly ordered the general to leave: "Qi Yuan and teacher, please stay. I want to know the details of some things."

The general nodded, looked at Qi Yuan, and expressed his gratitude in an unnatural manner.

"Thank you."

The general seemed to have returned to his youth, and he saluted like a warrior:

"If you can really fix this mess... with my current body, I can probably live to see that day. I will wait, but to be honest, I don't have much hope for you."

"Who asked you?"

Qi Yuan didn't want Lao Deng's hope: "Just do your job well and wait for retirement."

"it is good."

The answer was concise and to the point. As one of the Three Dukes, the Grand Commandant could not bear too much humiliation and left quietly alone. Before leaving, he stated the final matters.

"I have already stopped supporting Shanhaizhong, and it coincided with Sui Laoerhe, but it was also terminated because of his non-cooperation."

The general retreated while saying:

"But contrary to my expectations, wonderful changes have taken place over there... Qi Yuan, you might find it very interesting. You can definitely go and take a look when you have free time."

"?"

What kind of miraculous changes can come out of that motley crowd of Shanhai people?

Qi Yuan felt very puzzled. He watched the general slowly walk away and took the elevator to leave the palace above the clouds.

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After digesting the information provided by the commander, Qi Yuan turned around and looked at the real dragon whose momentum suddenly collapsed. He eagerly grabbed Qi Yuan's arm and pulled him into the deep palace.

"sit."

The real dragon stretched out his hand and pointed at the magnificent seat, which was decorated with carved beams and painted rafters, and was magnificent and golden, revealing an ancient majesty that came from the years.

"Uh..." Qi Yuan stared at the chair for a long time but still didn't sit down.

He looked at the old tutor.

"The real chair is not here." The tutor responded, his tone revealing helplessness that was beyond words.

Oh boy, so this is a 1:1 replica?

Qi Yuan sat down carefully. Although the seat was flat, smooth and hard, he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, as if there were a thousand needles pricking his butt.

The real dragon was extremely satisfied, nodding from time to time at Qi Yuan and the dragon throne under his butt.

"While studying carving and calligraphy, I also took a minor in tailoring. It's mid-spring now, and although the peach blossoms are in bloom, the weather is still cold, so I should put on some clothes."

"Qi Yuan is quite good like this. Young people wouldn't be like that." The Grand Tutor finally couldn't stand it anymore and seriously stopped Zhen Long's behavior.

"Ugh."

The real dragon sighed, revealing his disappointment that was visible to the naked eye.

"Where's my brother?"

Zhenlong changed his angle and continued to ask indirectly: "Does he, who is in Longmen, and Sister Wenyue from the East Country have any plans to have a child?"

"Neither does this."

Qi Yuanjian explained: "But he is working hard to practice swordsmanship and wants to make further progress. When that day comes, I believe he will return with the Chixiao swordsmanship that he has practiced to the [Heavenly Throat] level."

"really?"

Zhenlong didn't believe his elder brother. How could someone give up being an idle prince at the border and run back to die?

The Grand Tutor was also somewhat puzzled.

When did Xiao Wei start practicing sword skills seriously?

Seeing Qi Yuan's look, the Taifu also understood something in his mind. Perhaps it was after Qi Yuan returned to Longmen.

He pondered for a moment, thinking of the conversation he had just had with the old lieutenant, and asked, "Your Majesty, maybe... we should take Qi Yuan to that place to have a look."

Zhenlong nodded: "Okay, I'll listen to you, teacher."

"?"

Qi Yuan looked at them doubtfully and wanted to ask where that place was.

The real dragon was obviously not a riddle teller, so he started by explaining: "Would you like to go to the mausoleum of the year-old?"

518: Spring Outing to the Mausoleum of the Last Year Beast

Go, of course.

The entire Da Yan tried hard to hide the exact location of the Sui Beast Tomb. Qi Yuan had long wanted to see it, but before that, Qi Yuan still had to ask the lady hiding in his sleeve.

Xi just doesn't like to talk anymore, he's not offline.

He made an excuse to move around freely and walked into a corridor filled with calligraphy works. They were clear poems written by Zhenlong. The words were light and elegant, and the strokes were like iron paintings and silver hooks. One after another, the corridor was filled with calligraphy works.

"Is Xiaoxi here?"

"If you add another small word in front of my name, I will...ignore you!" Xi said unhappily, with great disgust.

"If you ignore it, it will be too serious."

Qi Yuan immediately responded as if he was facing a formidable enemy: "You should give yourself a nickname. I will call you by it from now on, so that you won't get angry again."

"Ok?"

"Hello, Little Motou." Qi Yuan said as if he had received an answer.

"Um?!"

Xi was extremely shocked. How did Qi Yuan know this nickname? Did she speak just now?

After thinking for a while, Xi came to a conclusion.

It must have been done during the year!

"Stop guessing." Qi Yuan's attempt to cover up made Xi's suspicion even more obvious.

"I'm going to go to the tomb of the Year Beast with them later. Will you encounter any problems? For example, resisting the summons, if so..."

"If I said there would be problems, you wouldn't go?"

Xi's tone softened a little. Seeing Qi Yuan thinking about her like this, Xi couldn't help but feel warm in her heart.

Qi Yuan is quite caring.

But when it came to his lips, Xi's little thoughts changed the meaning of the words.

"You will embark on the path of conquering the year-old sooner or later. I am also a part of Him. Are you caring about me so much to reduce the guilt in your heart? There is no need for that."

"Wake up, little inkhead."

Qi Yuan took out the painting from his sleeve and stared at her: "What I mean is, if you have any problems, I will throw you out there alone, and pick you up after I'm done."

"Ok?"

Xi in the painting suddenly stopped talking. After a long while, she said in a stern but weak voice, "Couldn't you have said it earlier?!"

"Didn't I say that?"

"..."

Ling Xi felt very embarrassed because she misunderstood Qi Yuan's meaning.

Xi in the world of the painting threw away her paintbrush early and covered her face tightly with her hands. Xi's face was very small, and her slender hands completely covered her facial features, leaving not an inch of skin exposed, leaving only a patch of green.

A wisp of red glow shone through the fingers.

"call--"

After a while, Xi let out a long breath and slowly calmed down.

"I can answer your question."

"Except for the time when I was born, I have never returned to that mausoleum since I gained consciousness. But that guy Nian, who used to be a gravekeeper for many years, left because he got bored. He was not affected at all."

Xi said calmly:

"Qi Yuan, go with peace of mind."

"Okay." Qi Yuan nodded and felt relieved.

He admired Zhenlong's works, from sculptures to fine-brush paintings, to calligraphy with silver hooks and iron paintings, and even some landscape mechanical devices of his own design. If he didn't sit in that position, he would undoubtedly be a very talented artist.

"Poor real dragon."

Xi also sighed:

"But this is fate... If that guy revives, I will die immediately. When he returns from the mausoleum, he will also kill all the true dragon bloodlines to vent his anger."

"Go and have a look."

Xi sighed quietly: "I also want to know what his current state is."

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Returning to the real dragon, Qi Yuan was surprised to find that he had changed into a full black court robe. Endless majesty emanated from behind the crown with pearls hanging from the front and back, and even his face became blurred.

The real dragon was extremely majestic, as if the souls of countless ancestors were possessed by it at this moment.

As soon as the words came out, they broke the rules.

"I've been waiting for so long." Zhenlong lifted the bead curtain in front of the crown and sighed helplessly, "This is what our ancestors have stipulated. When facing that guy, we must use the highest standards. The nine-tassel crown we usually use in court is not acceptable. We must use twelve-tassel crowns."

The number refers to the number of pearl curtains hanging from the real dragon crown. A nine-crown crown has nine tassels, and a twelve-crown crown has twelve tassels.

The latter is only worn by contemporary real dragons during solemn ceremonies of offering sacrifices to the heavens.

The real dragon shook his head slightly, and pearls of all sizes fell on a jade plate, like the sound of hitting a clapper.

"move."