Wanderer of the whirling world

Zong Jing was wearing a moon-white brocade robe, and he was shaking an exquisite folding fan in his hand. There was no oppressive sense of official authority on him, but instead gave people a vague sense of immortality.

Every movement he made when walking revealed a natural and calm beauty, as if he did not belong to this world and had no trace of earthly fireworks.

The actual head of the Supervisor Tiansi has a faint smile in his eyes. Although he is relaxed, anyone who pays attention to him can feel that he has absolute control over this capital and even the entire alien world.

When James saw Zong Jing, he quickly lowered his body and saluted, saying:
"Zong Shaoqing, this Ding... oh, no, I mean Xiao Zizai. He is involved in a major case. I am about to take him back to the Tiantian Division for interrogation."

Zong Jing nodded slightly, turned his head to look at Xin Ziqiu, and said gently:

"After all this time, I finally have the honor to see your true face. I don't know whether I should call you Xiao Zizai, or some other name?"

Xin Ziqiu smiled slightly and responded:
"Zong Shaoqing, your name is just a code name. If you want, you can call me Xiao Zizai, or even Ding Si."

Zong Jing suddenly closed the folding fan with a "pop" sound, turned to James and said:

"I will take him away now. You should go back to Jiantiansi first and wait for news."

James was stunned, and he asked subconsciously:

"Sir, is this...?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Zong Jing's eyes glaring over.There was a hint of sternness in his calm eyes, as if a basin of cold water was poured on his head, making all the hairs on his body stand up and he quickly shut his mouth.

Zong Jing waved his hand impatiently, signaling James to step back.Then, he looked at Xin Ziqiu with a smile, took out a roll of yellow tissue paper from his sleeve, shook it in his hand and said:
"In that case, I will boldly call you Brother Xiao. There is a distinguished person who wants to meet you. Please come with me."

Before he finished speaking, the Jiaren from Mipo Cult suddenly jumped out from the crowd and shouted loudly:

"Zong Shaoqing, this person killed Ding Si of our Mipo sect. He has committed a serious crime. He must be brought to the Supervisory Office to investigate and get to the bottom of the matter and seek justice for my nephew!"

When Zong Jing heard this, he frowned and a cold light flashed in his eyes:

"Insolent! Supervisor Tiansi is carrying out the emperor's order, how can you get the chance to speak nonsense here!"

As he spoke, he pointed the folding fan in his hand, and a blue flame as thin as a hair shot out and went straight to Jiaren's chest.

As an elder of the Mipo Sect, Jiaren was well-informed, and he recognized it at a glance as Zong Jing's signature skill "Netherworld True Fire".

Although this flame is small and seemingly harmless to humans and animals, as long as it is burned a little, it will be like gangrene attached to the bones and cannot be shaken off until the person is burned to ashes.

Knowing how powerful the flames were, Jiaren quickly dodged regardless of his identity, but he didn't expect that the Netherworld True Fire turned a corner in the air as if it had eyes and continued to chase his chest.

Jiaren never expected that Zong Jing would take action at the slightest disagreement, nor did he expect that the Supervising Secretary Shaoqing would be so powerful. Seeing that he could not escape, he widened his eyes and waited unwillingly for death.

But at this critical moment, the Netherworld True Fire suddenly swirled again. It did not hit Jiaren's vitals. Instead, it brushed against his broad cloak and shot straight into the sky. It drew a beautiful arc and then disappeared. .

Zong Jing snorted coldly:
"Has Jian Tiansi killed too few people in recent years? Actually, even a little bitch dares to scream in front of me."

As he spoke, he pointed at Nailen with his folding fan and said sternly:
"Get away from me. If I see you screaming again in the capital, I will have to cut your tongue."

Jiaren's face turned pale. He didn't know whether he was angry or frightened, but facing the mainstay of the Tiantiansi in front of him, he did not dare to resist at all. He could only swallow his resentment back into his stomach, saying nothing, gray and gray. Turn around and leave.

Zong Jing turned to look at Xin Ziqiu and said apologetically:

"Brother Xiao, let me laugh. That person just now is an elder of the Mipo Sect. He has been acting tyrannically. I can't bear it today."

Xin Ziqiu shook his head. He saw that Zong Jing was not really angry, but was taking the opportunity to give him a step down.

He smiled slightly and said:
"Master Zong Shaoqing said that is too serious. I am also a nobody in this capital. There is nothing to laugh about."

Only then did Zong Jing smile, and he led Xin Ziqiu towards the depths of the capital.

The two walked leisurely and gradually drifted away, and soon they disappeared at the intersection of the street.

James stood there, looking at their backs. Only when they disappeared from sight did he let out a long sigh of relief and touched his chest with lingering fear...

……

Deep in the Yuqing Palace, the doors and windows are closed, as if hiding secrets that cannot be seen.

Although it was already broad daylight, the sunlight was unable to penetrate through the heavily obstructed curtains. Only the dim candlelight danced on the walls in the room.

As the flames danced, the shadows throughout the palace also swayed, as if some hidden existences were wandering inside, adding a mysterious and strange atmosphere.

The second prince Zhu Xiaojun was reclining on a bench inlaid with exquisite carvings, his posture was lazy, but his face was full of gloom.

His eye sockets were slightly sunken, and his face looked slightly haggard, but his eyes were extremely bright, staring closely at the door in front of him, as if expecting the arrival of some important person.

Outside the palace, the breeze blew gently, carrying a hint of autumn, gently blowing up the curtains, as light as a ghost.

After a while, the incense burner on the east side ignited by itself in a windless environment, and the curls of green smoke rose slowly, forming a vortex. There seemed to be some indescribable power hidden in it, making people feel an indescribable feeling. Depressed.

At this moment, a figure suddenly emerged from the green smoke, curling up and down in the void. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be driven by it, and the heat wave rolled in, as if it was going to swallow up all the vitality of this world.

"According to what you said, everything is done."

The second prince Zhu Xiaojun spoke calmly, with a hint of fatigue and imperceptible heaviness in his voice, but his eyes did not really focus on that person, more like mumbling to himself.

The visitor didn't seem to care about his cold attitude. He walked up to him with a graceful figure and light steps, and casually pulled up a carved chair and sat down.

She smiled lightly and said in a leisurely voice:

"Why be depressed? Our plan will be successful soon. Once tomorrow passes, these vast mountains and rivers thousands of miles away will completely belong to you. By then, these beautiful mountains and rivers of the Ming Dynasty will be under your control. "

Zhu Xiaojun's eye muscles trembled slightly, but there was still no smile on his face, and he snorted coldly:
"You make it easy. Anyway, once the plan fails, your Lama Temple will not suffer any losses. I am the only one who will really bear the consequences."

He suddenly stood up from the bench, grabbing the visitor's shoulders with his hands like eagle claws, a trace of madness flashed in his eyes:
"No, Hanba, if the plan fails, I will never die alone. Even if I am a ghost, I will drag you to the Lama Temple to be buried with you!" Hanba still had a faint smile on her face, and there was something strange and gentle in her smile. It is unpredictable and has not changed at all due to Zhu Xiaojun's impulse.

She said softly:

"If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't catch the tiger's cubs. Your Highness wants to go upstream, how can you look forward and backward? Don't forget, if this is not the case, what chance do you have of winning the throne? When the prince comes to Dabao, I am afraid Yuqing Palace will not be spared. Now we can only find a glimmer of hope by joining hands with Yonghe Lama Temple."

Hanbao gently pushed away Zhu Xiaojun's hand tightly on her shoulder and continued to say softly:

"But please rest assured, Your Highness, everything is under the control of Yonghe Temple and there will never be any mistakes."

Zhu Xiaojun's expression finally calmed down a little, and he smiled bitterly:
"How can there be an absolutely successful plan in this world? My father is extremely skilled in martial arts, and he has been a soldier all his life. He has gone through countless assassinations and plots on the battlefield. How can we succeed so easily?"

Hanbao nodded, his tone still calm:
"Zhu Cixiang is indeed not an ordinary person. His powers are unfathomable. Even until now, no one can truly understand the depth of his power. The reason why the Lama Temple is willing to surrender is also because of its deep fear of him."

When Zhu Xiaojun heard this, his expression changed and his whole body began to tremble slightly:
"What? You said my father is a stranger? How is this possible?"

Emperor Guangxi controlled the Tartars externally, controlled foreigners internally, and controlled all the ghosts and monsters of the Ming Dynasty in the Lama Temple. His political and martial arts skills were impressive throughout the ages, but no one knows how he did all this.

Even the second prince, who grew up next to Zhu Cixiang, only knew that his father relied on his extraordinary strategizing skills to achieve what he is today, but Han Ba's words made him unbelievable.

As the emperor, my father has no taboos and no need to avoid taboos. If he is a strange person, how come he has never shown any supernatural powers?

Hanbao smiled faintly, and her voice revealed an indescribable confidence:

"That's right, and not only that, Zhu Cixiang is not an ordinary stranger. Even if you look around the world, I'm afraid no one can compete with him."

After Zhu Xiaojun heard this, a trace of shock flashed in his eyes:
"Are you crazy? If so, wouldn't our plan be to throw ourselves into a trap?"

A cold light flashed in Han Bao's eyes:
"Don't be afraid, any stranger has weaknesses, even Zhu Cixiang, the Lama Temple has ways to deal with him."

Zhu Xiaojun’s hands were still trembling:

"What weakness?"

Hanbao smiled slightly, an imperceptible edge flashed in her eyes, she pressed Zhu Xiaojun's cold hand with her hand, and said softly:
"Don't worry, Your Highness. Don't worry. Tomorrow is the day when Zhu Cixi will die. When His Highness is crowned a great treasure, don't forget your promise to the Lama Temple..."

……

Xin Ziqiu followed Zong Jing closely, his steps mixed with heaviness and doubt. There were ripples in his heart, and his thoughts were like a chaotic spider web.

Although Zong Shaoqing was smiling and speaking softly, there was a sharpness and dexterity hidden deep in his eyes that was difficult to ignore. Obviously, he was not as easy to deal with as he appeared on the surface.

The pace of the two top masters was loose and fast. It didn't take long for them to arrive in front of a small seemingly inconspicuous courtyard.

Zong Jing pushed open the door and entered, followed closely by Xin Ziqiu.The small courtyard was very quiet, with only their footsteps echoing around. It seemed that there was some unspeakable weirdness hidden in this quiet environment.

Xin Ziqiu felt this strange atmosphere, and he couldn't help but stop, with some doubts in his tone:

"Zong Shaoqing, is this really the residence of a noble person?"

When Zong Jing heard this, he suddenly stopped and turned around to stare at him with an almost penetrating gaze. There was a hint of mystery and depth in his voice:

"The noble man has great powers of transformation. Is there any land in the Ming Dynasty that is not his royal land?"

Although Xin Ziqiu had doubts about his words, he knew that before he met Zong Jing, he had already agreed to return to Jian Tiansi, and there was really no need for Zong Jing to expend so much effort on scheming against him.

However, this did not change the doubts in his heart.

Why did Zhu Cixi choose this place to meet him?Is it to hide from the eyes and ears of the world, or is there another hidden agenda?He couldn't be sure.

But Xin Ziqiu still maintained confidence and a smile on his face. He nodded with a hint of playfulness in his voice:

"Zong Shaoqing is absolutely right."

Zong Jing smiled slightly, with a glint in his eyes. He pointed to a small door and said mysteriously:
"I'm waiting here. Mr. Xiao, please come in. The noble man is inside."

Xin Ziqiu was full of curiosity and immediately stepped into the small door.

Behind the door is a long and dark corridor, the light is dim, and there is an unsettling atmosphere in the air.

As he walked through the corridor, his eyes suddenly opened up, and he saw a small courtyard full of exotic flowers and plants, fragrant and fragrant.

Xin Ziqiu couldn't help but secretly admire that there was such a mysterious and elegant place hidden in this imperial city.

He continued deeper, passed through several long corridors, and finally came to a majestic three-story attic.

Two mighty guards stood in front of the building. When they saw Xin Ziqiu, a look of scrutiny flashed in their eyes, and then they immediately performed a military salute.

Xin Ziqiu nodded, and the guards slowly opened the door. A powerful breath rushed to his face instantly. Xin Ziqiu felt that his soul seemed to be shaken by this breath.

He looked up and saw an outstanding middle-aged man sitting in the hall. He was slender and had an extraordinary temperament, but the shocking scar on his face added a bit of majesty and mystery to his overall image.

It is today, the Ming Emperor Zhu Cixiang.

He was not wearing a dragon robe, but a plain white robe, simple yet noble, and the majestic aura exuding from him made people dare not look directly at him.

His gaze was like two sharp swords, piercing straight into Xin Ziqiu's eyes, as if he wanted to pry out all the secrets from his eyes.

Xin Ziqiu was overwhelmed by the opponent's momentum. Although he felt nervous in his heart, he tried his best to stay calm and bowed deeply to Zhu Cihong:
"I have seen Your Majesty."

Zhu Cixiang nodded slightly and motioned for him to sit down. At the same time, he waved his hands to set up an invisible barrier. There was a hint of mystery in his voice: "No need to be polite. My time is limited and I don't want to go around. How many of you have come to the Floating Life Realm this time?"

... (end of this chapter)