Longevity begins with slaying demons and eliminating demons

Chapter 589 Sir, times have changed ()

Gu Xu put his fingers on Luochuan's Neiguan point and quietly transferred the true energy to heal his injuries.

Tianxing Emperor's killing blow should not be underestimated.

Even though several days have passed, the influence of the Tao still exists in Luo Chuan's body, constantly hindering the healing of his injuries, and even continuing to cause new wounds.

The person originally responsible for taking care of Luochuan was Shangguan Jin who was proficient in medical skills.

However, she soon discovered that as soon as new flesh and blood grew from Luo Chuan's wound, it would be immediately scorched by the fire of the sun; just as the meridians recovered, they would immediately be frozen by the cold air of the taiyin...

So Gu Xu had to take action himself.

After all, only his "subversion" method can completely eliminate the influence of the principles left by Emperor Tianxing and ensure that no hidden dangers are left.

For Gu Xu, the process of helping Luo Chuan heal his injuries can be regarded as a silent debate with Supreme Haotian.

He can study Taishang Haotian's authority in detail, study their characteristics, how they operate, their strengths, and their flaws...

Half an hour passed quietly, and the treatment came to an end.

Gu Xu stood up from the couch and prepared to leave Luochuan's mansion and return to Zichen Palace to deal with matters.

At this moment, Luochuan seemed to slowly wake up from a deep coma, his eyelids trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes with difficulty.

His vision was a little blurry, but he vaguely caught Gu Xu's leaving figure.

He tried to gather some strength and said in a weak voice: "I'm sorry, Emperor... During this period, I am ill and can no longer share your worries..."

"Have a good rest and don't think too much," Gu Xu turned around and said in a gentle tone, "Take good care of your body as soon as possible. That is your most important task at the moment."

The place Luochuan lives in right now is his old residence when he was the head of the Daqi Exorcism Department. When Gu Xu stepped out of the gate of the mansion, Shangguan Jin happened to meet him.

She was still wearing a light green skirt today, her long hair was delicately pulled up, her face was bare, and she didn't wear any makeup.

A pair of willow-leaf eyes are as cold as mirrors, reflecting the hustle and bustle of the outside world, but not the inner turmoil at all.

"I've met the emperor!"

She made a fist with her left hand inside and her right hand outside. She followed the rules and meticulously raised her hands in a salute. The angle of leaning forward is precise and decent, neither too much nor too little.

Gu Xu nodded slightly in response.

The two passed by each other without saying another word.

…………

Recently, Gu Xu has been living in Zichen Palace.

However, he did not live in the Qianyang Hall, the palace of the previous Daqi emperors, but in the Jiangyun Hall to the west of the Qianyang Hall.

The location here is not right, not on the central axis of Luojing, and the area is not spacious, but it is better than the layout is exquisite, and the decoration is simple yet elegant.

The front hall is bright and open, suitable for handling state affairs; the back hall is warm and comfortable, enough for sleeping and resting.

Whenever night fell, after Zhao Yan had finished handling matters in the army, she would sneak in quietly and spend the night with him.

"You really know how to choose a place," she once commented while lying in his arms. "The layout of this courtyard is very similar to the Liangzhou magistrate's mansion. It feels like home."

However, this was not the most important reason why Gu Xu gave up the luxurious Qianyang Palace and chose this small courtyard instead.

There are too many traces of Emperor Tianxing left in Qianyang Palace.

Especially in the past few days, Emperor Tianxing has been tossing up the sacrificial formations in the palace, giving the Qianyang Palace a lingering gloomy feeling.

At this moment, Gu Xu was sitting in the study room of Nuange in Jiangyun Palace, holding a red pen and lowering his head to review memorials.

The dusk sunlight filtered through the carved window lattice and dappled onto the desk, coating his focused figure with a golden glow.

The room was quiet, except for the occasional sound of turning pages and writing.

Although his face remained calm, the pile of memorials on his desk made him feel irritable inside.

Without Luochuan as his right-hand man, he had to work overtime to deal with national affairs. He had to weigh the pros and cons and make decisions in person on every matter.

Seeing that the enthronement ceremony is approaching, Gu Xu becomes more and more tired of the position of "emperor".

To be honest, he never wanted to be the emperor.

This is not because he regards fame and fortune as a cloud.

But simply because he is lazy by nature.

Before traveling through time, his biggest dream was to live a carefree life after achieving financial freedom.

After time travel, if he had not had to practice hard in order to extend his life, he might have become a wealthy idler who was just waiting to die by cooking for Shi Fu Po every day.

It's just that in this world, many things are out of your control.

Not to mention that he shoulders the heavy expectations of all living beings in the wilderness.

To put it simply, the people under him all took him as their banner and rallied closely around him. They eagerly look forward to his ascension to the throne of God as soon as possible so that they can share the cake of victory as soon as possible.

If he shows any reluctance, someone will put a golden dress on him early tomorrow morning.

Gu Xu had also considered whether he should follow the example of Emperor Tianxing and leave these complicated worldly affairs to others to handle, while he became a carefree and hands-off shopkeeper.

But when he carefully examined his subordinates one by one in his mind, he regretfully found that during the days when Luo Chuan was injured and recuperating, he could not find a suitable candidate to take on this important task——

Wang Jian is loyal and pure, but sometimes he is too pedantic and does not know how to adapt.

Xu Man has only one way to solve the problem - to chop with a sword.

Both father and daughter of the Zhao family were brave and skilled generals, but they were slightly lacking in political wisdom.

Master Jueming had already gone back to Lingshan Temple to practice meditation.

Shangguan Jin is a good executor, but she is not good at making decisions, and her relationship with him has been a bit tricky recently.

Shen Qiu, on the other hand, is prone to accidentally getting into money. He thinks about how to save money for the national treasury all day long, but often ignores more important things.

……

Only Luochuan, with just a few words, could understand Gu Xu's deep meaning, handle all the complicated matters on his behalf, and make decisions that satisfied him.

This is undoubtedly due to Emperor Ziwei's words and deeds day after day when he was in the upper world, which made the concept of "everyone is like a dragon" deeply imprinted in Luo Chuan's heart.

Just when Gu Xu was feeling irritable, a pair of cold and soft hands gently touched his head, soothing his tight temples.

Gu Xu didn't need to look back, just by the familiar touch, he knew that Zhao Yan was behind him.

I heard her chuckle and say: "My Majesty looks very haggard!"

Gu Xu smiled bitterly, sighed, tapped the memorials on the table with his fingers, and said helplessly: "The enthronement ceremony is coming soon, and everything is complicated, beyond my imagination. Moreover, these memorials are really long and lengthy, and most of them are very lengthy. Some of them are just eulogizing nonsense, which makes me upset and gives me a headache.”

"Do you need my help?" Zhao Yan asked.

Before Gu Xu could respond, she had already approached and sat on the armrest of his chair.

Her black hair poured down like a waterfall, her body leaned forward slightly, and her bright red skirt clung to her round buttocks, outlining her perfect curves. Gu Xu could clearly smell her unique fragrance.

She gently picked up a memorial from the desk and began to read its contents to him.

What she read was not the lengthy original text, but the condensed version that she had carefully refined. She could summarize each memorial into a few concise sentences.

Her voice was like gurgling water, pleasant to the ear, which slowly washed away the irritability in Gu Xu's heart, and even made him feel that reviewing memorials became a kind of enjoyment. He picked up his ink pen and carefully made annotations on the memorials that Zhao Yan had read. The two of them cooperated tacitly, and their efficiency instantly improved a lot.

At the corner of the table, a cardboard box stood quietly, containing purple grapes.

Zhao Yan's slender green onion fingers poked into the box from time to time, gently picked up one, and then used her true essence to peel off the purple outer skin, revealing the crystal clear flesh. She could either put it into her mouth to taste it carefully, or stuff it playfully. Enter Gu Xu's mouth.

By the time Zhao Yan gently took out the last grape from the box, the sun had quietly hidden behind the mountain, leaving behind a gradually dimming afterglow.

In the palace, as night falls, the lamps are lit one after another, and the warm yellow light flows to every corner of the palace like a stream.

At this time, Zhao Yan turned to Gu Xu and said: "I have reorganized all the surrendered troops in Luo Jing City according to your request. Among them, most of the elite forces have been dispersed and organized into different units of the Xia Army. And those I have also properly placed the temporarily recruited personnel and let them engage in production work such as farming and construction.”

"Well done." Gu Xu praised.

It has to be said that as a monarch who knows nothing about running an army, Gu Xu's ability to marry a wife like Zhao Yan really saved him a lot of trouble.

However, Zhao Yan seemed not very satisfied with his simple compliment.

She turned around, stretched out her hand to gently lift a strand of Gu Xu's hair on the temples, frowned slightly, and said in a feigned annoyance: "Your Majesty, my concubines are working hard to take care of Daxia's army now! It’s enough that you don’t want me to become a general, but why are you so perfunctory about praising my concubine?”

As she spoke, she narrowed her eyes slightly.

The waves in his eyes were like a pool of spring water being blown by the breeze, filled with thousands of emotions, which was intoxicating.

Gu Xu stared at her, feeling an indescribable throbbing in his heart.

At this moment, he finally deeply understood the profound meaning contained in the word "eyes as charming as silk" - it was a beautiful picture intertwined with endless charm and tenderness.

He stood up, took her into his arms, and whispered in her ear: "Thank you for your hard work, General. I wrote a poem specifically for the general today."

After hearing that Gu Xu wrote a poem specifically for her, Zhao Yan's eyes suddenly lit up and her heart was filled with anticipation.

Ever since she learned that Gu Xu had given Shi Xiaohan the song "Searching for Him Thousands of Times" in the Lantern Festival Competition, although she never expressed it on her lips, she secretly felt a little jealous in her heart.

As the wife of Gu Xuming, Zhao Yan has always been looking forward to having a poem of her own.

However, the poem Gu Xu whispered was far beyond her expectations.

"On the day when the imperial edict comes back, I will take off my shirt with the general." Gu Xu's voice was a bit joking.

As he spoke, he picked up Zhao Yan and walked towards the bedroom next door.

Although Zhao Yan pretended to shout a few words, "The bastard robbed a common girl," she couldn't help but hug Gu Xu tightly with her arms.

Gu Xu put her on the spacious bed and skillfully untied her red skirt.

Zhao Yan's delicate cheeks were flushed, her black hair spread out on the pillow like dark clouds, and her skin was dazzlingly white against the backdrop of the fiery red bellyband.

She lifted up a long snow-white leg and put it lazily on Gu Xu's shoulder.

Her legs are not slender, fleshless chopstick legs.

On the contrary, due to her martial arts training since childhood, her thighs are round and plump, her calves are well-proportioned and tight, smooth to the touch and extremely elastic, and her flexibility is far beyond ordinary people.

Gu Xu often couldn't put it down.

…………

The night is dark.

Zhao Yan's body had become limp, as if it was about to fall apart, and she leaned lazily in Gu Xu's arms.

Chest to chest, legs entangled with each other.

"Your Majesty really doesn't know how to show mercy to women!" Zhao Yan said weakly.

Her voice at this moment had a broken feeling, which reminded Gu Xu of rose petals scattered on the ground after being blown by the violent storm.

"Who was shouting harder just now?" Gu Xu looked down at her, half-smiling.

Zhao Yan snorted softly, as if she was cheating.

Gu Xu lowered his head and kissed her delicate lips.

Zhao Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes blurred.

"Thank you."

After their lips parted, Zhao Yan buried her head on Gu Xu's shoulder and whispered as if she was dreaming.

Gu Xu didn't respond, he just hugged her tighter, as if he wanted to transfer his body temperature to her.

He knew that she was thanking him for killing Emperor Tianxing and avenging her dead mother.

Over the years, Zhao Yan has been secretly tracing the truth behind her mother's death and planning a revenge plan.

Now that the great revenge has been avenged, the knot in her heart can finally be untied.

…………

The governor of Luojing—to be precise, the former governor of Luojing, Yang Jiong, was lying on a tattered straw mat.

It was pitch dark inside the cell, with only the faint moonlight shining through the narrow window slits and mottled on the rough stone walls. The walls were wet, as if water could be squeezed out, and they were covered with moss, exuding an indescribable smell of dampness and decay.

The air was filled with a disgusting stench, a mixture of sweat, musty and excrement that was almost suffocating. Occasionally, mice can be heard rustling in the corners.

In the corner of the cell, a rusty iron bucket stood alone. It was the only place for prisoners to solve their physical problems. The walls of the bucket were covered with traces of filth, which was unbearable to look at.

Yang Jiong has been imprisoned in Luojing Prison for two full days, but he still cannot adapt to the dark and depressing atmosphere.

As the highest official in the capital, he always sent prisoners to prison in the past. How had he ever thought that one day he would become a prisoner and be imprisoned?

In the past few years, Yang Jiong's life has been extremely luxurious.

On the dining table every day, there are all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas, all of which are carefully cooked; his clothes are all made of silk and satin, with gold and silver threads intertwined in them; his residence is even more magnificent with carved beams and paintings, showing nobility and style. .

However, all of this disappeared in an instant when Yang Jiong was taken to Luojing Prison. The simplicity and filth of the cell were in stark contrast to his past life.

The daily meals were nothing more than clear soup, little water, and simple meals. For Yang Jiong, who always had a big appetite, it was simply a drop in the bucket. He tasted the taste of hunger. In just two days, he felt that his weight had dropped sharply and he had lost several kilograms.

"Gu Xu, you are such a tyrant who doesn't distinguish between good and evil, and doesn't know right from wrong," Yang Jiong stared at the ceiling and muttered cursingly, "I, Yang Jiong, am really blind. I used to think you were a humble and thrifty person. Young man, I didn’t expect you to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing, full of ambition and viciousness.

"You have thrown away the kindness given to you by the imperial court of Da Qi in the blink of an eye. You have repaid kindness with hatred. You are really a shameless guy.

"You are more cruel than a beast and more hateful than a demon! You keep talking about benevolence, justice and morality, but you don't even spare the officials of the previous dynasty. It is really despicable and shameless to the extreme.

"Your rule is destined to be a disaster. Your new dynasty is just a short-lived dynasty built on blood and lies. You think you can cover the sky with one hand, but you don't know that the sky net is vast and sparse. Your dynasty is destined to be... If you die, your descendants will pay a heavy price for your crimes..."

When Yang Jiong was scolding him happily, the old cell door suddenly creaked and slowly opened.

A gust of cold wind carried the unique damp and rancid smell of the prison and hit my face.

Yang Jiong slowly sat up on the straw mat and squinted his eyes, trying to catch the figure of the visitor in the dim light.

I saw that the man was holding a candle in his hand, and the weak candlelight flickered in the darkness, creating a hazy and mysterious light and shadow on his face.

As the man approached, Yang Jiong finally saw clearly that he was a young eunuch with a fair face. He wore a long robe with a large collar, wide sleeves and embroidered flowers on the chest and back, making him look luxurious yet solemn.

"What were you talking about just now?" The young eunuch smiled slightly, but his eyes were very cold and there was no smile at all. "To call the monarch by his first name is a crime of 'disrespect', do you know?"

Yang Jiong was so frightened by this question that he trembled and secretly regretted it.

He quickly adjusted his emotions and blurted out: "I was just saying that the Great Xia Dynasty will last forever, and my emperor will live forever..."