I'm not immortal

Chapter 17 Yao Guangxiao's Obsession
After returning to the dormitory, Jiang Qi closed the door and locked it to ensure that no one would come in before taking out the sandalwood box and putting it on the table.

"call"

Jiang Qi let out a breath of turbid air slowly, opened the sandalwood box, and stared at the eighteen sons who were sealed by the deep blue qi.

On this object, Jiang Qi felt the same aura as a dagger at the first glance.

It was a very mysterious feeling, Jiang Qi could see a light on this string of eighteen sons.

The black and golden streamer is like a layer of silk, wrapping the eighteen seeds and flowing slowly.

The reason why Jiang Qi was so anxious to take this thing as his own was because he was afraid that it would be like a dagger, and if there was a sudden attack, everything would be exposed.

"Why did this strange thing come up again?"

Jiang Qi rubbed his forehead helplessly, a dagger made him go to fight the ghost.

Just solved it, unexpectedly, unexpectedly, I came across Yao Guangxiao's Buddhist beads again.
Jiang Qi understands that he can't run away when he touches it, instead of hiding, he should take the initiative to attack, so as not to make more moths.

Fortunately, Jiang Qi reacted quickly. As soon as he got it, he used a full [-]% of his energy to seal it. He couldn't believe that this thing could still jump.

Since you can't avoid it, then face it, but before that, when to face it is up to me!

Thinking so, Jiang Qi was about to close the box.

"Buzz!"

The black gold streamer was transpiring, easily breaking through Jiang Qi's blockade of qi, and blooming wantonly.

It's like saying to Jiang Qi: Your confidence seals me?

"Depend on!"

Jiang Qi couldn't help but swear, and the next moment, his eyes were flooded with black gold streamer.

The Eighteen Sons flew up like a spirit, and were put on Jiang Qi's hands.

At the same time, Jiang Qi fell into a dream.

"Old monk, how are these eighteen sons?"

In the antique meditation room, Jiang Qi heard a deep voice asking him.

In other words, the perspective he feels now.

In sight, is a pair of withered hands, playing with Jiang Qi's familiar eighteen sons.

"It's a very good treasure, but it's ruined by the poor monk."

With the opening of Jiang Qi's body, his voice was hoarse, and his eyes moved up, and he saw the person opposite.

It was a middle-aged man with a square face and bronze complexion, wearing a loose silk linen robe.

The man had a foot-long beard, and a few white hairs were mixed in the sideburns.

On the surface, he looks like an ordinary rich man.

However, from Jiang Qi's perspective, he saw more things.

A dragon with five claws and a golden red dragon hovered behind the man. When Jiang Qi saw this dragon, the man in front of him also showed an indescribable power.

It was a kind of terrifying power that surpassed all living beings and was higher than the sky, as if everything in the world was under his control.

Dragon Qi!

And it is extremely hot and vigorous, so powerful that it can overwhelm the world!
Counting the 5000 years in China, since the first emperor, such a dragon spirit can also be ranked in the top ten!

And the identity of the man is also ready to come out.

Emperor Yongle, Zhu Di!
As for the one who can be replaced by Jiang Qi and called the old monk by Zhu Di, it is naturally Yao Guangxiao.

"How about the dragon vein?"

Zhu Di spoke suddenly, his expression became more formal.

"In the past, the Taizu ordered Mr. Qingtian to sort out the dragon veins in the world, and then cut them off, so as to protect the great Ming Dynasty forever."

Yao Guangxiao didn't answer directly, but talked about Taizu's past.

Zhu Di was not in a hurry, and while drinking tea, he waited for Yao Guangxiao's next words.

"Now, His Majesty ordered the old monk to continue to connect the dragon veins of the Central Plains. The old monk was puzzled, why did he do this? Doesn't His Majesty want the Great Ming Dynasty to be passed on for thousands of generations?"

"Where in the world is there an eternal dynasty?"

Zhu Di asked back, "This point, you, an old monk who also practiced the three religions, should know better than me."

"The first emperor collected the soldiers from all over the world to create the Twelve Golden Men. From then on, he thought that there were no soldiers in the world, and the Great Qin could be passed on for thousands of generations, but in the end, it didn't die in the second generation?"

"Huang Kao's idea is certainly correct, but most of the dragon veins in the Central Plains have been cut off, and the luck of Shenzhou is lacking. If a descendant of my Zhu family becomes a faint king, Shenzhou will collapse in an instant."

"This is why I can't bear it."

Yao Guangxiao looked at Zhu Di in front of him, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "That's all?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Zhu Di laughed out loud, and for a long time, staring at the sick old monk in front of him, he said, "I want to surpass my ancestors!"

"But most of the dragon veins in the world have been cut off. Although my Zhu family's throne has been stabilized a lot, it also limits the aura and luck of Kyushu."

"The king of future generations is doomed to be the master of success!"

"I am unwilling!"

"So, I want to restore the dragon veins of Kyushu, even if this move may ruin the Zhu family's throne in the future!"

"But if the descendants are incompetent, even if there is only one dragon vein left, the owner will not be the Zhu family!"

"Old monk, let's start, connect the dragon veins of Kyushu again!"

Yao Guangxiao got up and saluted, and said calmly: "There are 190 dragon veins in the Central Plains, except for Fengyang, all the rest have been cut off."

"Slaying the dragon's veins is against the sky, and it is as difficult as going to the sky for mere mortals to continue to connect the dragon's veins."

Zhu Di raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and was about to speak, but saw the old monk clasped his hands together and grinned.

There was a little bit of a monk's demeanor in this smile, only rebellion and madness could be seen.

"However, the old monk wants to go to the sky to have a look!"

Yao Guangxiao stood in front of the emperor, slowly stroking the eighteen sons in his hand.

"Sages like Jiang Lu Wanggong, Zhuge Wuhou, and Zhang Zifang may be incomparable to old monks, but Mr. Qingtian is a figure from decades ago."

"The sages should not be chased, but Mr. Qingtian can cut the dragon's veins, and the old monk can catch the dragon's veins!"

"Yao Guangxiao, not weaker than others!"

Listening to that old but proud voice, Jiang Qi's consciousness gradually increased, breaking away from the spiritual illusion created by the Eighteen Sons.

Jiang Qi opened his eyes, with a tired look on his face, rubbing the center of his eyebrows with one hand, while looking at Shibazi on the other wrist, and said with a wry smile: "You are really a fool."

He is now at a loss, and his true energy is exhausted.

Just now, he entered Yao Guangxiao's obsessive illusion, and he used Jiang Qi's own true energy to maintain it!
The culprit is naturally these eighteen sons.

That's why, in the illusion just now, it ended directly before seeing what Yao Guangxiao's obsession was.

Because Jiang Qi "has no blue".

Although he didn't see the final answer, Jiang Qi guessed that it should have something to do with the dragon's veins.

Or it is related to Liu Bowen, Mr. Qingtian.

After all, it seems that what Yao Guangxiao said meant to compete with Liu Bowen through the dragon's veins.

Should I say it or not, Yao Guangxiao is really crazy, saying that he thinks he is not as good as Jiang Taigong, Zhang Liang, Zhuge Liang and other sages, but dare to compare these few, this behavior is already crazy enough.

"It seems that I can only see Yao Guangxiao's specific obsessions after I recover my true energy and go in again."

(End of this chapter)