He Xianzun's Centennial Itch

Qi Hanzhi ate half of the candied haws, and the carriage drove into the main city.

The voices of people around gradually increased, and Qi Hanzhi's strong desire to explore the old things fell silent together with his core, and he didn't poke his head out any more, and kept fighting with the candied haws in his hand who didn't know when it would melt.

But something big seemed to have happened in the capital today, and the voices of pedestrians kept coming in through the window sash.

Qi Hanzhi didn't want to listen, but the street was full of the same discussion, so he understood after a while.

The Great Chu Dynasty just changed its emperor more than a year ago, and now the new emperor who reused the national teacher and built the Wanmin Pagoda is the third son of the first emperor, and the one who competed with him for the throne at the beginning was also the first emperor whom the people aspired to The eldest daughter - people don't mention her name, but only call her "Emperor Ji".

And today is the day when the new emperor chooses a son-in-law for the emperor concubine.

The way of choosing a son-in-law is not decent, and even insulting, throwing a hydrangea.

"I heard that the city's dudes, ruffians, and even beggars have all gone there," a young voice was filled with righteous indignation: "The guards not only didn't stop them, but instead led the group of people to that good place."

"This... is unforgivable! This dog emperor is really unforgivable!" The person chatting with him didn't care about the crowd around him. My hometown was in a disaster, and at the time of the crisis, if it wasn't for the emperor and the right minister to help, we would not be where we are today! The emperor and I are the grace of rebuilding!"

Qi Hanzhi was passing the candied haws to his mouth when he was interrupted by this earth-shattering wail.

The man cried louder and louder, probably because he knew he was going to die and didn't care at all: "The dog emperor reused traitors to build the damned Manmin Pagoda, wasting money and wasting money. Why would he want to live forever? With the bones buried under the Manmin Pagoda !"

No one around dared to make a sound, only the crying of that person continued, and after a while, low sobs sounded, and soon became a group of crying.

People's livelihood has accumulated grievances, and the country's fortune has declined, which is the origin of the black air in the capital.

Qi Hanzhi bit off the last hawthorn ball, cleaned his hands, and suddenly heard the commotion outside the window again.

Some people shouted "The Forbidden Army is coming!", followed by bursts of cursing, accompanied by the sound of weapons colliding, and after a brief commotion, the crowd dispersed to reveal young Confucian scholars kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly.

"Take it away!" The little commander of the forbidden army waved his hand, and two armored soldiers behind him stepped forward and supported the man from both sides.

The young Confucian scholar knew that his death was imminent, and his words became more and more violent. He quoted the classics first, and then the common sayings in the market.

"Looking for death!" The little commander drew his saber out of its sheath, intending to execute the offender on the spot, the saber was raised high, the sound of breaking wind was not clear from the young man's scolding.

The next moment, two thick branches appeared out of nowhere, one tied the knife, and the other strangled the little commander's throat. The thick branches dragged him all the way back. It was flushed red, and there was a "ho ho" sound in the throat, and the limbs were flailing and kicking wildly.

"Commander!" The subordinates shouted anxiously, for a moment they could no longer care about the rebellious criminal, and chased after the little commander.

"Let's hide for a while." A gentle voice appeared next to the Confucian scholar's ear, faintly familiar: "Don't be so impulsive again, and Diji probably doesn't want you to die for nothing because of her."

"Right...right..." The Confucian scholar remembered where he had heard this voice before, his lips trembled twice, and he muttered for a while, but he returned rationally and did not say the address, but his expression of despair and sadness before turned to joy, and he sternly headed towards the direction of Wangcheng After kowtowing hard, he got up and ran away quickly.

"Right and right?" In the carriage, Qi Hanzhi looked at Rong Yang who consciously inserted himself into the pure gold flowerpot on the other side.

Ordinary things have their own causes and effects, and it's inconvenient for a cultivator to intervene. Qi Hanzhi didn't intend to take care of them, but he didn't expect Rong Yang to take action.

The branches of the small bonsai were gathered together, looking a bit cute, but Rong Yang's tone was the same as before, without any embarrassment: "It's not too late to tell the demon king, the younger generation has been practicing for several years after leaving home, and his cultivation is stuck in building a foundation and he can't make any progress. I traveled here a few years ago, just when I was disheartened, I wandered into the mortal world for a few years."

Rao Qi Hanzhi didn't know much about ordinary people, and he also knew what the status of "right minister" was, so he secretly praised him and nodded his head to show his understanding.

He didn't care about Rong Yang's identity and purpose, as long as he could suppress Xie Yun's demons, it would be a good tree.

The commotion outside subsided after a while, the crowd dispersed, and order was restored, but it was not as lively as before.

The carriage drove into an alley, and after a while, Qi Hanzhi and Xie Yunlian came out side by side. The two of them changed their appearances, coincidentally, just like "Lin Ji" and "Sky" in the secret realm that day.

Followed by Qi Ranshuang, she didn't change her appearance, she just used a little trick to make herself less conspicuous, but it was obviously not easy - after all, even if it was the capital of the king, she held a pure golden flower in her arms The person with the pot is also the focus of pedestrians' eyes.

Apart from past events and inner demons, the purpose of everyone coming to this king's capital is the Wanmin Pagoda.

The past is difficult to get started for a while, but the Wanmin Pagoda is particularly eye-catching.

"That place used to be the 'Zhen Guo Pagoda'." The "bonsai" held in Qi Ranshuang's arms, as the person who is most familiar with the capital, consciously said: "It was built when the country was founded, and it was a forbidden place for the royal family. It is only for worshiping ancestors. When it was opened, there was an Jindan cultivator who wanted to break into the tower to search for treasure, but he was strangled by the formation when he failed to enter."

"What's so special?" At this moment, everyone was still half a king's capital away from the tower. With such a distance, Qi Hanzhi's core suddenly moved, and with a gentle rhythm, it seemed to be urging him to go. Find something there.

"That tower seems to have some magic." Rong Yang recalled after hearing the words: "My cultivation base is limited, I only vaguely feel that the spiritual power seems to be slightly more active, and others can't see it."

"Merits and virtues." Xie Yunlian said.

Qi Hanzhi tilted his head when he heard the words, and the sharp lines of the immortal's side face were a little tense, as if he was not very happy, so he continued: "The original profound meritorious aura complements the dynasty's dragon veins, and someone has made changes. The two are constantly being eaten away, and they will be integrated into the black air in Beijing in at least ten years."

The spirit of merit and virtue can be obtained by helping the world and saving the people. Generally, those who have done these great deeds will inevitably pay some price. Merit and virtue are the compensation given by the way of heaven.It is also because of this that the only ones who will put their minds on the merits of others are evil cultivators who have offended the way of heaven to death and have no hope of ascension.

"Go and have a look." Qi Hanzhi said.

The Wanmin Pagoda is in the north of the city, and everyone entered from the south gate to hide their identities. In addition, it was a revisit of the old place, and with the idea of ​​picking up some memories, Qi Hanzhi was not in a hurry and planned to walk over.

In this way, it is necessary to pass through most of the capital.

As soon as he walked, he saw a dense flow of people, gathering in the same direction. Rong Yang, who was wearing a bonsai, suddenly said, "Devil Lord, I want to go over there and have a look."

He didn't say which side, but the branches unconsciously moved towards one, completely different from the calm tone of urgency.

The Demon Lord became a little interested. He asked himself that he has always been an easy-going king, and he would not hesitate to satisfy the small wishes of his subordinates. Although Rong Yang is not his subordinate, but the cooperation relationship is similar, he nodded naturally.

Di Ji threw a hydrangea ball to choose a husband, such a big event almost alarmed the entire capital, even the surrounding towns also had a lot of people to join in the fun, the scene was far more crowded than the surrounding crowds.

At noon, the gong hammer tied with red silk slammed on the surface of the gong. After a few times, the sharp voice of the little eunuch came from both sides of the high platform: "The auspicious time has come, please the eldest princess!"

Qi Hanzhi said in his heart that this is really an auspicious time, and he joined the beheaded ones at the entrance of the vegetable market next door, and they were all red and lively.

This new emperor is really surprisingly small.

I saw two little maids opening the gauze curtain, and a woman in red came out slowly, standing on the high platform, looking down at the bustling crowd with a calm expression and no trace of humiliation.

The woman's appearance is bright and beautiful, but the stretched brows are neither glamorous nor dignified. If you want to talk about it in detail, perhaps it is more appropriate to call it the calm and unpredictable appearance of an emperor.

This is the first emperor's eldest daughter, Emperor Ji Mingxu.

The surroundings were silent for a while, and Qi Hanzhi was also stunned. His eyes fell on Ming Xu's face, and a brief image appeared before his eyes again.

"Who is that?" The young man Qi Hanzhi tugged at the sleeves of the people around him: "Why did Miss Wang kneel?"

The two seemed to be hiding in a certain corner. The man was standing behind him, slightly taller than him so that he could look out. He only heard the man say: "It's the owner of the city. A few days ago, some cultivators captured people in the city. Miss Wang His younger brother was among them, and the city lord paid a lot of money and hired even more powerful practitioners to rescue him."

"Abduct people?" The young man Qi Hanzhi turned his head back, his eyes showed doubts, and he quickly understood: "A few days ago, you didn't let me go out, and you went out to buy things secretly, because there are practitioners who are abducting people everywhere?"

The man was silent for a while, then gently pushed his head back: "Don't look at me, let me think about how to make it up."

……

The city lord in that picture was born exactly like the emperor concubine.

Is it reincarnation?

Qi Hanzhi suppressed the lingering pain in his heart, and thought hesitantly, logically, after the death of the Silk Opera performer, the puppet should be able to be reincarnated. If the city lord is reincarnated as Ming Xu, then... what about that person?

While in a trance, a "hidden weapon" suddenly struck from a distance, the Demon Lord subconsciously flashed, and a layer of aura was attached to his hand to catch the "hidden weapon".

The next moment, there was an uproar in the surroundings, and Qi Hanzhi came back to his senses. The crowd turned their heads in his direction. On the high platform, the former city lord and current Emperor Ji also looked over, looked at each other, and nodded slightly at him .

Qi Hanzhi bowed his head, the "hidden weapon" in his hand was golden red, covered with down feathers, it looked pretty good, but if you read it right, maybe, probably, it was indeed... a hydrangea.

With a "bang", Qi Hanzhi heard something break on his right.

If I remember correctly, the one standing on his right...is his former Taoist companion.