Starting from the Valkyrie, pushing across the ages

Chapter 53 Overseas
Yang Zongxian is already at the Yuan Condensing Realm, and he is still practicing the Yuan Devouring Jue handed down by the royal family, which is far superior to the martial arts mentality spread in the world today. Although it is not as good as the ancient Qi refiners, his lifespan is still more than three hundred years old.

As for Yang Zongxi, he is just a congenital martial artist, now he is over [-] years old, and if he loses another [-] years of life, he will not have a few years to live.

"Is there no other way?"

Hearing the method of reducing Yangshou, Yang Zongxian hesitated for a while, no one would think that he lived for too long, he has only lived for more than 30 years, and now it is inevitable to think about cutting [-] years of Yangshou.

What's more, that thunder talisman hurt his vitality, and he lost decades of life.

"Your Majesty can also choose to gamble, betting that King Qing has no other cards in his hands, and when he arrives at the palace, he will be killed with the help of the relics of the Yang family."

After saying that, the Taoist in Tsing Yi stopped speaking and remained silent, letting Yang Zongxian make his own choice.

Yang Zongxian did not hesitate too much, and soon made a decision:
"When will the altar start?"

The Taoist in Tsing Yi lowered his eyes, and after a little deduction, he said, "Wait for another half a month, when the three evil spirits will open the sky, it will be the time when this year's fierceness will be at its peak. When His Majesty's injury improves, it will just start."

"Please trouble the national teacher to prepare." Yang Zongxian nodded slightly.

"I have one more thing to say, Your Majesty, please think twice." The Taoist in Tsing Yi was not in a hurry to leave, he bowed and said.

"National teacher, but it doesn't matter."

"The many fairy islands overseas are disasters after all. It seems that there are still remnants of heavenly stems. Now that there is civil strife in Great Xia, Your Majesty should take some precautions. There may be old ghosts in the Gangsha Realm hiding in those fairy islands. "

Speaking of this, the Taoist in Tsing Yi's expression became more and more cautious: "There are also evil stars rising from the north, and we have to guard against it. It is best to invite the 'Anode Sword' as soon as possible, lest there will be too many accidents and it will be too late in a hurry."

"I will consider this matter." Yang Zongxian closed his eyes and waved his hands.

"Wei Chen retire."

Not long after the Taoist in Tsing Yi left, a report from the servant came from outside the hall:

"Report to Your Majesty, Prime Minister Liu Kunnan asks to see you."

Yang Zongxian opened his eyes, and frowned imperceptibly:
"Xuan."

A middle-aged man in a red official robe held a wooden box, walked slowly into the hall, and bowed:
"Weichen entrusted someone to accidentally find a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum from overseas, and I am here to offer it to His Majesty. May Your Majesty's dragon body recover soon."

After getting up, with a smile on Liu Kunnan's white and warm face, he opened the wooden box, and in the box lay a cluster of Ganoderma lucidum carved from white jade, about the size of a cattail leaf fan, full of fragrance:

"There were so many courtiers just now, and the ministers didn't want to provoke criticism for His Majesty, so they didn't offer this treasure. This disturbed His Majesty's purity again. I hope His Majesty will forgive me."

Yang Zongxian raised his hand and took the wooden box into his palm. After looking at the spiritual ginseng, he couldn't help but nodded: "I have a heart."

Thousand-year spiritual roots are rare in the world, but they are even more precious in today's state where the spiritual energy is exhausted.

"Resignation." Liu Kunnan bowed.

"Hold on."

Yang Zongxian put the wooden box aside casually, and said lightly:
"The position of Taiwei is still vacant, so you can choose someone to report."

"Yes."

Liu Kunnan lowered his head slightly, blocking the expression in his eyes, and turned to leave.

On the dragon chair, Yang Zongxian was reclining, propping his chin with one hand, watching Liu Kunnan's leaving back, his murderous intent looming.

The person who assisted Shen Lie in entering the palace to assassinate that day has not yet been found, and Liu Kunnan is also under Yang Zongxian's suspicion.

The night he killed Shen Lie, Zhao Sheng came too fast, even faster than the great master of the Shenhun Division.

Zhao Sheng was from Liu Kunnan, originally Yang Zongxian guessed that this Liu Kunnan might be the same as Yang Zongxi.

But Yang Zongxi's move to directly kill Zhao Sheng made him a little bit confused for a while.

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In the blink of an eye, it was three days.

At noon, a wooden box containing Gu King's head was delivered to Yang Zongxian's case on time.

A mountain fire in southern Xinjiang burned for five full days, causing countless deaths and injuries. If the heavy rain did not extinguish the mountain fire, the entire southern Xinjiang would be burned to the ground.

At the same time, a Taoist platform with a height of more than thirty feet was slowly erected in the palace.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi sat on the Taoist platform, exposed to the wind, the sun and the rain, without moving. He did not enter the rice water for more than ten consecutive days, as if he had turned into a sculpture.

Suddenly one day, at three o'clock in the morning, the Taoist stood up suddenly, took out a jade cup filled with blood, and immediately immersed the two talismans into the blood.

boom--

In the clear sky, there was a sudden thunder.

There was a thunderbolt from the blue sky, dark clouds were densely covered, and the stars appeared on the sky, almost like day and night turned upside down.

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The boundary between Yuanzhou and Xuanzhou.

In a military camp, there is a large tent of the Chinese army.

bell--

The bright yellow copper bell trembled crazily, tinkling unstoppably.

Yang Zongxi stood up abruptly, covered his heart, beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead, and his complexion was extremely pale.

puff--

After a few breaths, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which stained the handsome desk red, and fell on his back, as if he had aged ten years in an instant, his head was stained with silver threads, and the wrinkles on his face deepened, covered with Traces of the years.

"My lord!"

"Come on! Tell the military doctor!"

When the people stationed outside the tent heard the movement, they immediately went into the tent to check. There were exclamations all over the place, and they helped Yang Zongxi onto the couch.

A moment later, the military doctor rushed to him, and after carefully examining the pulse, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he said in a trembling voice:
"My lord has been exhausted for a long time, but now he is suddenly depleted of energy and blood, and his life expectancy is greatly reduced. I'm afraid... I'm afraid there will be three to five years of life left."

As soon as this remark came out, the complexions of everyone in the tent changed drastically. Yang Zongxi's only son was dead, and there was no successor, and now it has become this situation again. The consequences are too serious.

"It must be the damned demon way, hurting people with witchcraft!"

Someone immediately thought of Daxia Guoshi.

Losing one's life span through the air is such a tricky method, only that kind of warlock can do it.

"enough."

Yang Zongxi let out a deep drink, calmed down his breath, looked at the silver thread hanging from his ears, his eyes dimmed, and his expression remained calm: "I'm fine, everyone returns to their duties."

"I have a way to help the prince prolong his life."

When the generals looked at each other, a great master of martial arts standing quietly in the corner said in a deep voice:
"As long as someone can make medicine with the blood of someone's devil's heart, and find a refreshing pill, so that the prince can step into the realm of a great master in the past few years, he can prolong his life for a hundred years."

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of all the generals brightened, but Si Kongyuan who rushed to hear the news stopped outside the tent, with a calm expression, waiting for Yang Zongxi's answer.

"Don't bring this up again."

In the tent, Yang Zongxi was expressionless, directly rejected the proposal, and shook his head slowly:
"Drinking human blood to practice kung fu, how is it different between me and that beast Yang Zongxian?"

The biggest reason for his rebellion was that he didn't want to see innocent people die in vain because of the selfish desires of the Yang family.

If he was willing to rule the country by cannibalism, he would have taken the Xingshen Pill directly in the early years. It is still unknown who is sitting on that dragon chair now.

"With this method, Yang Zongxian must have paid a big price."

Yang Zongxi sneered: "He was afraid... he didn't dare to face me directly, so he used this method..."

Since there are only three to five years left, he will press Yang Zongxian to death on the blood-stained dragon chair within three years, so as not to cause harm to future generations.

(End of this chapter)