fake prince

Chapter 392 Yulong

Only then did Mr. Chu say: "My lord, something happened to the monster clan. The monsters in the monster clan who are in contact with us sent a letter, saying that it was... that Lord Long had awakened!"

"What do you mean?" King Qi's heart sank, he knew it was wrong, but frowned in confusion.

After wiping the blood, Mr. Chu's face was still a little pale: "The so-called Dragon King doesn't just refer to dragons, and it doesn't mean to use force to suppress thousands of monsters."

"Back then, the Dragon Lord was able to command all demons, not only because of his strength, but also because he had a power that allowed him to call the wind and rain, and truly dominate the dry land."

"Now that this power has reappeared, although it is less than one-tenth of what it used to be according to the monster clan's perception, it also means that the little dragon in Panlong Lake has gradually been recognized and has begun to become the Dragon Lord."

"Don't dragons be able to call wind and rain..." King Qi said casually, and after half a sentence, he immediately came to his senses.

The dragon calling the wind and calling the rain is a legend, but once this kind of existence really exists in reality, it is too scary.

The lifeblood of the imperial court depends entirely on agriculture, and the ability of Lord Long to influence it directly affects the destiny of the country.

"Why did this happen?" King Qi was shocked and furious, walking in the room, he turned around and looked at Mr. Chu: "But as far as I know, neither the monster clan nor the imperial court want the young dragon to become the dragon king. It didn't wake up for a long time before, and it never left the Water Palace, and it wasn't conferred by the court, so how could it suddenly have such authority and be recognized by the heavens?"

"It's both emotional and reasonable, and it doesn't make sense."

It is reasonable to say that this young dragon, who is a genius in the sky, has the right time, place and people, can rise in a short time after waking up.

But the monster clan is full of malice towards the young dragon, and there are only a small number of monster clans who support the young dragon Jackie Chan. Most of them have long been accustomed to doing their own thing, and they are united with a royal family like themselves, and they plan to be awarded in the future.

This kind of alliance with human forces, just King Qi guesses that there are more than one group, and the monster race also likes not to put their eggs in one basket. I am afraid that besides themselves, there are other supporters secretly.

The imperial court has never canonized the young dragon, let alone built new shrines in various places to increase incense.

The above is enough to show that the young dragon is in a very bad situation after waking up.

Under such circumstances, it is not active, it seems to be a coward, no matter how tempting it is, it has never been out of the water mansion. In this case, it seems to have accepted the inheritance, and it is useless. How did it get the recognition of the heavens?

King Qi was full of unwillingness and couldn't figure it out no matter how he thought about it.

Mr. Chu saw that his face was showing anxiety again, so he didn't dare to interrupt at will.

After all, whenever King Qi was in such a state, his temper was very bad, and he couldn't listen to the words.

"My lord, Mr. Shen is here." At this moment, people outside suddenly reported.

This Mr. Shen is an alchemist who was won over by King Qi.

Due to his status, he would hardly appear in front of the King of Qi and his courtiers at ordinary times. He would only come when he encountered some very important matters involving the monster clan.

King Qi had already thought of calling this person over for a discussion just now, but he didn't expect him to come directly.

"Ask him to come in." To such a person, King Qi tends to have a better temper.

After a while, a thin, tall man with a somewhat slender figure came in from the outside.

A green shirt, over [-] years old, white face and short beard, ordinary appearance, walked in at this time, saw that King Qi still had a bad expression, and saluted: "I have seen the prince."

"Mr. Shen, since you are here, you must have also heard the news of the appearance of the Wan Yao Ling and the awakening of the Dragon Lord?"

"Go back to the prince, this is why I came here."

King Qi didn't bother to go to the study to discuss matters anymore, so he simply asked them to sit down on their chairs. He also sat on a chair and asked, "Mr. Shen, is our plan about to be cancelled?"

"My lord, since Lord Long has awakened, it will be very difficult to kill him. Unless we do it immediately, there is still a chance."

"Not only must it be done immediately, but since it is awakened and has been approved by the heavens, if it is to be removed, I am afraid that the prince will have to go there in person. Only in this way can it be successful, and it can also take advantage of the opportunity to get the favor of the heavens on it."

"My lord, this may still be an opportunity."

Mr. Shen's words moved King Qi's heart.

He naturally knows and believes in the importance of the Heavenly Fate. If he can be reincarnated as a prince, he is the Heavenly Fate. If the Heavenly Fate can reach a certain level, he can succeed in rebelling immediately, because there is some kind of help in the dark.

But if you go to Panlong Lake, you have to go out of Beijing, and it is not easy for the kings to go out of Beijing. Not only will they be opposed by some courtiers, but my father may also become suspicious.

But if this is done, the benefits are too tempting.

King Qi thought for a while and said, "Then I will ask my father to leave Beijing tomorrow."

Royal Palace

In the heavily guarded palace, a man in Taoist robes was frowning and looking at the fire. He was the alchemist who checked Su Ziji's blood that day.

The raging flames swayed, and the firelight set off his face even more indifferently.

When he smiles, he feels cold, and when he doesn't smile, he is indifferent, but this man is not a lonely person. There are two disciples who followed him into the palace. They are both teenagers, orphans. When he was young, he took it with him and brought it with him. When facing them, this Taoist's expression is often a little softer.

Although the difference is not that big in the eyes of outsiders, the two Taoist boys are also very afraid of their master.

"Do you know what the master is practicing now?" He turned his gaze away, seeing the two disciples staring at him, he asked suddenly.

"Disciple doesn't know."

"Also ask Master to teach!"

The two disciples immediately said respectfully.

The Taoist nodded and pointed to the alchemy furnace: "The master is refining the Fujiwara pill, which nourishes the middle and nourishes the Qi, and the essence and marrow that ordinary people take. Yuli, you must use the demon pill to refine it..."

"It is one of the three effective prescriptions that have been explored."

"With it, alchemists such as us are not like wild witches in the countryside, but can enter the palace and be respected by the emperor."

"Crack!" Just as he was speaking, there was a sudden crisp sound in the hall.

Not only the Taoist stopped after hearing this, but the two Taoist boys were also taken aback and hurriedly looked over.

"Not good!" The Taoist glanced over, suddenly landed on a spot, and immediately walked over in a hurry, not even caring about the alchemy furnace.

At the source of the sound, there was a statue of a jade dragon holding a bead, and there was a crisp sound just now, it was the bead held in the jade dragon's mouth that suddenly fell to the ground.

The bead and the dragon are carved in one piece, not to mention the sudden drop of the bead, even if there is an earthquake, most likely the whole body will be broken, and it should not be a single bead that should be firmly held in the dragon's mouth. Falling.

"This jade dragon is originally the Dragon King. Could it be that this kind of vision is..." Although Taoists are not proficient in this way, alchemists with real skills are naturally not like rural swindlers. People, and this is the statue of the Great Wei corresponding to the Dragon Lord, which has its own magic.

Just a moment of concentration can take up the content.

(End of this chapter)