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The Imperial Master breathed a sigh of relief after receiving the report from the envoy. The Red Lotus Cult had a big appetite, but it was also within the range that he could afford. As long as the Red Lotus Cult was willing to send troops, simple matters like money and food would be easy to negotiate.

The Liao Kingdom had just suffered a major defeat and could not withstand a second full-scale war.

But he was very confused. It was obvious that Yelu Mingjing had the upper hand, so why did he act like a loser? Where was this current number one person in the world now?

He was hesitating whether he should use some means to contact Yelu Mingjing and ask him to find a way to put some pressure on Chang'an?

What he didn't know was that while he was hesitating and making decisions, a pair of eyes were hiding in the darkness, staring at him like a wild wolf. If he dared to make any unwise move, he would immediately know the consequences of offending Nei Jing.

Yelu Mingjing was standing outside the city of Dongdu.

He felt the aura of the old man's death earlier than anyone else, and he was sure that the other party was indeed dead.

Once the old man dies, no one in the world will be his opponent. Even if several teachers in the academy come together, they may be able to defeat him, but it will still be difficult for them to kill him.

And they can't stay together in the academy forever.

He was too far away and couldn't sense how many interior scenes were left in the academy. He could get closer. He had a secret method to hide his aura, so he didn't have to worry about being discovered. He just needed to get closer.

Yelu Mingjing raised his feet, but then stopped.

He didn't dare to go.

The old man must have expected me to come.

He would definitely have a backup plan to deal with me. He knew that I really wanted to see him die, then kill his disciples in front of him and destroy his academy. He was waiting for me.

Yelu Mingjing took a step back, as if by taking this step he could stay away from all danger.

He didn't want to admit that in the end, he was actually afraid of a corpse.

Forget it, death is the greatest thing. I still have important things to do. He and I only have a personal grudge. What I want to do is to benefit the world. There is no need to lose my dignity for a personal grudge.

Yelu Mingjing snorted coldly and leapt westward.

Northwest of Chang'an is the tomb of Taizu.

As the mausoleum of the founding emperor of the Tang Dynasty, this mausoleum is large enough and grand enough. Although it is not as famous as his son who is unrivaled in ancient and modern times, judging from the cemetery regulations alone, this mausoleum is undoubtedly the best in the world.

After all, if the son is capable enough, he will naturally build his father's tomb more magnificent than his own, so as to show his filial piety.

Outside the main tomb hall, there is an area specially designated for the tomb keepers to live in. It is now divided into two, with a courtyard on each side and only a sacred path in the middle.

But this sacred road, which is only a few feet wide, is like a natural moat that separates a pair of half-brothers on both sides. If possible, they probably won't speak a word to each other for the rest of their lives.

Until one person embarked on the path of Shinto.

"Li Huan, Li Jian, you two pieces of trash, get out here!"

When Li Huan heard this voice, his mind went blank, caused by the surge of qi and blood.

Although he was defeated, it was also a failure in the palace struggle, and it was a bloodless and dignified failure. Even after Li Tong ascended the throne, he never spoke ill of him. Everyone tacitly maintained the demeanor and bearing that the royal family should have. Who was the bastard outside who thought that the nine clans were too many and dared to yell at the former emperor of the Tang Dynasty? !

"careful!"

One of Li Huan's eyes turned into a vertical pupil. Li Huan was stunned for a moment. He felt the fear of the Qionglong.

"Interior scene, very strong interior scene!"

Li Huan was terrified: "Li Tong, that bitch! She wants to kill me! She is treacherous! She, she, I can't go out, I can't go out..."

Qiulong let out a long sigh, seeming to be very dissatisfied with Li Huan's confusion.

"You have to get out. If an inner scene wants to kill you, it doesn't matter whether you get out or not. Don't lose your imperial bearing."

Li Huan still hesitated.

"Li Jian has already gone out."

Li Huan couldn't hesitate any longer.

Yelu Mingjing looked at the young man who walked out from the right and was dressed like a scholar, even holding a book in his hand, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Are you Li Huan or Li Jian?"

"Junior Li Jian, nice to meet you, senior."

Li Jian bowed and saluted. He also began to understand. Although his cultivation was far inferior to Li Huan's and had stagnated since he lost the throne, he was still at the third level of the sky.

"Ahem, I, um, little Wang Li Huan, nice to meet you, senior."

After Li Huan was deposed, Li Tong casually conferred on him a title with a rather unpleasant name, King. Now he can only call himself King to external parties.

"You have a lot of skills but you still have a beast to help you. With this kind of character, you are not good enough for anything."

Yelu Mingjing sneered at Li Huan. In comparison, he was more optimistic about Li Jian, who was good at disguise.

Li Jian's apparent humility couldn't fool him, but it didn't matter.

"Who are you to dare to trespass into my great ancestor's mausoleum?"

Li Huan's face turned red due to the sarcasm. He immediately turned around and used Taizu's name to suppress the attack. If the person was really sent by Li Tong, he didn't believe that the other party would dare to admit it publicly and take action in front of Taizu's mausoleum.

"Yelü Mingjing."

"Liao people?"

Li Huan and Li Jian looked at each other for the first time and saw confusion in each other's eyes.

"Li Huan, you weren't a child anymore, you should have remembered me."

"I, I remember you? You are, ah, you are, you are not dead!"

Li Huan remembered.

At that time, he was also hiding under the table with his biological father.

Wasn't he killed by the old immortal? How come he is still alive? Why did he come to find me? Where is the old immortal? Please save him!

Li Huan and Li Jian were placed under house arrest in Taizu's mausoleum. Apart from daily supplies and some old personal belongings, nothing was delivered to them, not even the official newspaper. They knew almost nothing about the outside world.

"The old man is dead. I killed him with my own hands. Li Huan, even if you can't sense it, the beast in your body should be able to sense it to some extent."

Qiulong is a natural elf beside Taizong. It has a long lifespan, high cultivation level, and high perception.

But Qiulong did not answer. He did sense an extremely unusual fluctuation of spiritual power, but only today did he know that it was the death of the old immortal.

The old immortal is dead?

Even though almost every member of the Tang royal family wanted him dead, they had to admit that when facing foreign enemies, everyone subconsciously hoped that the old immortal would descend from the sky like a god and protect the Tang Dynasty.

"Senior, what are you doing here today?"

Li Jian forced himself to stop shaking and tried to ask the question completely.

The old immortal is dead. Does that mean the academy is finished? What about Chang'an? What about Daming Palace? What about Li Tong?

Is this the end of the Tang Dynasty's rule?

"Two things. I'll give you a chance in exchange for one of your things."

Yelu Mingjing took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, reached out to open the stopper, and a strong bloody aura mixed with majestic spiritual power penetrated the noses of the two Li Tang princes.