I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

Eunuch Hai didn't continue to beg, because he knew Duke Du, if he really promised to spare all his relatives, it must be a lie.

Instead, he promised to spare only one of his children and grandchildren, so there is a 20-30% chance of survival.

"Thank you, Dugong, for your mercy. Yu'er from Yecheng is quick-witted, likes to read, and doesn't like swords and guns. In the future, he may be able to pass on poems and books to the family. Let him pass on the blood for this old man."

While Eunuch Hai was speaking, he took out the book from his pocket, but there was no writing on the cover.

"Our family agreed."

Zhou Yi waved his hand to take a photo of the book, and when he opened it, it turned out to be a secret method of extremely yin and yang, and he said with joy: "The majestic master of martial arts, but he left a seed of reading. Doesn't the father-in-law have no one to learn?"

Eunuch Hai shook his head and said, "What I have learned is all from the Sutra Pavilion, so it can't be said that it has been cut off."

These words are of course an excuse, if there is a son or grandson who is good at martial arts, it may make the Duke Du feel jealous, so he will kill him casually.

"...The extreme cold contains warmth, and hair can grow at the right time...The cathode must be yang, and the yin and yang are mutually rooted. This is the way of heaven and earth...Multiple produces emptiness, and emptiness produces many..."

"The five viscera are yin, clear the void and go up, suddenly open the seven orifices, and the gods come out..."

Chanting the Book of Changes mutteringly, true qi circulates naturally, starting from the five viscera, passing through the seven orifices and passing through the gate of heaven, only to feel that the clear yang in the body rises and the turbid yin dissipates, and the lower body feels itchy like new flesh growing.

Eunuch Hai sensed the change in Duke Du's aura, and couldn't help but feel shocked.

"With one thought, how can there be such a talent for martial arts in the world?"

Although the extreme yin-generating yang secret method is not a martial arts technique, it is more mysterious and obscure than it is. It is a secret technique derived from flesh and blood that Eunuch Hai realized through reading Buddhist and Taoist classics.

As the founder, Hai Gonggong practiced for more than ten years before he recovered his male body.

Moments passed.

A long howl resounded through the long street, Zhou Yi laughed loudly, his voice was majestic and rough.

This time, it is different from imitating the voice with true energy in the past, but the real body is mixed, the energy is perfect, and the voice is no different from that of a normal adult man.

Zhou Yi didn't care about the man's body, what was really happy was another breakthrough in martial arts.

The yin and yang are harmonious, the qi of heaven and earth is close in front of you, and there is no longer any sense of hazy alienation, and it can be easily refined into true qi.

Eunuch Hai bowed and said, "Congratulations, Dugong."

"Same joy, same joy."

Zhou Yi flicked his fingers, and the sword energy pierced through Eunuch Hai's chest.

"Our family has changed its mind. We really spare Grandpa Hai and his grandson. If we win the exam in the future, we will promote one or two."

...

Pingkang eleven years.

winter.

Lu Cang, the left general of the Beijing camp, and Wei Xian, the governor of the imperial army, colluded with Eunuch Cao, the imperial horse supervisor, and led the troops into the palace under the pretext of detaining the Qing emperor.

Zhou Taishi led the army to suppress the rebellion, and killed Lu and Wei Er for rebellion.

Emperor Pingkang was lost and died.

The eldest prince ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, Jianyuan Long'an.

the following year.

Zhou Ping made the King of Chu, added Jiuxi, and ruled the government.

...

Six years in Long'an.

Longevity Hill.

The eastern half is lush with trees, and the mountain path winds up to the quaint stone house on the top of the mountain. The west half of the cliffs, from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the valley, goes straight up and down like a knife and an axe.

It was rumored that six years ago when the capital rebelled, five thousand elites from the Beijing camp surrounded Longevity Hill with the intention of besieging the world's number one martial arts master.

As a result, before seeing anyone, a bright sword light descended from the sky.

Like a waterfall like a curtain, like a river pouring from the sky, it directly splits Longevity Hill into two pieces.

The leader of the rebel army was frightened to death on the spot, and the rest either fled in all directions, or knelt down and begged for mercy. Since then, the east of Wanshou Mountain has become a forbidden area, and the broken half in the west has been enlightened by martial arts masters from time to time.

The power of the Zhou family is growing day by day, and they even became kings with civil servants, and no one in the court dares to hinder them.

today.

A group of guards of honor came to the foot of Longevity Mountain, and the king of Chu, who had power over the government and the public, stepped down from the foot of the mountain.

When he reached the mountainside, Zhou Pingping went to his left and right attendants and walked up the mountain alone.

"The child pays homage to the father."

Zhou Pingan waited outside the stone house for a while, when an indifferent voice came from his ear, he bowed to the back of the house, and saw his father, who was still young, sitting cross-legged on the edge of the cliff and fishing.

Zhou Yi held the green bamboo that was folded at random, and his true energy stretched into a line, falling from the top of the mountain to the river at the bottom of the mountain.

"What are you looking for at our house?"

"Father, it will be your birthday in a few days."

Zhou Pingan said: "My child has been prepared for a long time, collected many martial arts classics, and invited martial arts experts to perform martial arts at a banquet, and decided to hold an unparalleled birthday banquet for father."

"Are you in your first year..."

Zhou Yi shook his head slightly, still looking at the fishing rod: "Just send the classics. Our family is not interested in birthday banquets. As for performing martial arts... Has any martial arts genius appeared in the world recently?"

In the early years, I was keen on banquets, because I enjoyed the popularity at the banquets, and I was satisfied with the sense of gain after climbing up.

Now that the world is invincible and he knows how to manipulate the imperial power, it is difficult for Zhou Yi to be tempted by any flattery, and the banquet is naturally boring.

Zhou Pinganhui reported: "East Factory spies reported that there is a little sword god in the south of the Yangtze River. He has reached the peak of Houtian at the age of two decades. It is rumored that he is the second in the world."

After Duke Du broke the mountain with his sword, all warriors were proud to be number two in the world.

Zhou Yi ordered: "Watch carefully."

"His family's nine clans all have Dongchang watching. If there is any change, they will not be able to hide it from my father."

Zhou Pingan didn't understand why his father cared about the younger generation, but the rise and fall of the Zhou family depended on him, so he did as he was told, and continued after pondering for a moment.

"Father, my son has one more thing to report to you."

Zhou Yi glanced at it, and there seemed to be a bit of sarcasm in his voice: "The ceremonial guard, the nine-carriage, the golden chariot, the pomp of your boy is even worse than that of the previous emperor. Could it be that Emperor Long'an is planning to take the throne?"

The first emperor refers to the orthodox emperor, and the subsequent emperors have never been taken seriously by the duke.

Emperor Long'an was only seven years old. He was timid and weak by nature. Since he was sensible, he knew that his father, grandfather, great-grandfather, and grandfather had all died by accident. He often hid in the harem and dared not go to court.

There have long been rumors among the people that before Emperor Long'an came to the court, he would seek out magicians to predict bad luck.

Timid as a mouse, not like a gentleman.

Zhou Ping'an bowed and said: "Your Majesty said that he is young and ignorant, and it is difficult to rule the world. He also said that the world is fair and should follow the hearts of the people. Zen is located in Zhou!"

"People's hearts..."

Zhou Yi snorted coldly: "Which popular opinion?"

Zhou Ping'an replied: "Three divisions and six divisions in the imperial court, aristocratic families and sects inside, and frontier generals outside, all think that your majesty's words are reasonable!"

"Jie jie jie!"

Zhou Yi smiled strangely and said: "In our family's eyes, the secular imperial power is just a mere joke. If you want to be the emperor, you can be the emperor, but there is a saying that you must always remember."

Zhou Ping suppressed his surprise, as long as his father agreed here, the rest of the opponents were nothing more than ants, knelt down and said.

"Please teach me, father."

"Our family couldn't eat when we were young, so we had to sell ourselves into the palace."

Zhou Yi said quietly: "Was our family a citizen at that time? Does it count in the world now? Remember there are people who will come later!"

"Kid, remember."

Zhou Ping'an said: "After the child ascended the throne, the name of the country will be Zhou, and the father will be worshiped as the god of war and the ancestor, and the statue will be erected. The father of the future emperor can decide with one word."

"Father has a long life and is immortal. With you in charge of the imperial court, if it is difficult for unworthy descendants to succeed to the throne, then Da Zhou can be king forever."

Zhou Yi asked: "When will our family become interested and want to be the emperor?"

Zhou Pingan said: "The position of emperor belongs to my father."

"It's up to you. In our family's eyes, being an emperor is not as fun as fishing."

Sensing the shaking of the fishing rod, Zhou Yi slowly shortened the zhenqi fishing line, and finally caught a three-foot-long golden red carp, which was very fat when it shook its head and tail.

The majestic zhenqi came out through the body, turned into a river tens of feet long in the air, and threw the carp into the river with a swing.

The carp, which was struggling desperately, suddenly felt that it was breathing smoothly, and it swam happily in the river of zhenqi, as if it was really living in the water.

Seeing this spectacle, Zhou Ping'an became more respectful and lowered his body.

"This level of martial arts is hard for ordinary people to figure out, and it is no different from gods!"