Daqin arrests alchemists, what does it matter to me as a qi refiner?

But Yang Ling is not that kind of despicable villain. Although he has cultivated immortality, he has a very positive attitude towards himself.

He is not superior to others and does not want to bully others. As for his few words, it is due to his personality.

With a twist of his wrist, Yang Ling moved all the boxes aside.

Then he returned to the house and took out a bamboo slip, on which were engraved three large characters: "Human Emperor Decree".

The Human Emperor's Decision?
Fusu and Ying Zheng stretched their necks to look from a distance. When they saw the words engraved on the bamboo slips, their breathing suddenly became rapid!
Human Emperor Decision!!

Is this the technique that is specifically suited for the emperor to practice? !

It sounds like it's very powerful!

After handing the spell to Ying Zheng, Yang Ling spoke calmly.

"This Human Emperor Art is a simplified version of mine. The original cultivation method is simply not feasible with your current state. If you obtain other medicinal herbs after cultivation, you can exchange them here."

After taking the martial arts method and looking at the three big characters on the bamboo slips, Ying Zheng's hands seemed to be shaking!
Immortal cultivation method! Is this his cultivation method?

It's not the kind of cultivation method that can never be achieved, but the real cultivation method that belongs to the emperor! !
His heart was pounding, and Ying Zheng seemed to be able to hear the sound of his own blood surging in his veins!
After a long time, Ying Zheng slowly calmed down his excitement, wiped his hands on his clothes, and opened the bamboo slips with trembling hands.

On the other side, Fusu also came over and watched carefully.

"The cycle of the moon and the sun repeats itself. Yin and Yang work together to help the world become the emperor. The way to practice the human emperor's art is different from ordinary exercises. You must first irrigate your body with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, enter your throat from the Renying acupoint, and then exit the Yunmen acupoint and take the energy into the Zhongfu and Lingxu acupoints."

Looking at the many cultivation methods described on the bamboo slips, Ying Zheng felt dizzy!
For some reason, the moment he saw this practice method for the first time, he had a feeling that this practice method was definitely different from the previous ones!
"Excuse me, sir, is there anything I need to pay special attention to in this practice?" Ying Zheng asked tremblingly, suppressing his excitement.

He really wants to succeed!

"No. You can try it first. If you still can't practice, I can help you." Yang Ling said.

Advice from an expert?! Hearing this, Ying Zheng was so excited that he almost fainted!
But he was the greatest emperor of all time after all, and he quickly regained his composure and sat cross-legged on the ground to practice seriously!

The heaven and earth surrounded and irrigated his body. As he entered the acupoint Renying and silently chanted the profound mantra, Ying Zheng quickly entered the state of cultivation!
And not long after he started practicing, he felt a faint wisp of spiritual energy from heaven and earth!

'Ding'

The light is flowing and the aura is spreading!
Moreover, this ray of spiritual energy from heaven and earth was not just surrounding him like before!
As he practiced his skills, this ray of spiritual energy from heaven and earth actually seemed to be rushing into his body!
"It's actually possible?!"

"Is it really possible to practice?!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, and endless light suddenly burst out from Ying Zheng's eyes!

Feeling that ray of spiritual energy from heaven and earth, Ying Zheng's body was almost shaking with excitement!

I can practice now. I can practice now!!

He had been in seclusion in the imperial city for nearly a month, but the result was failure no matter what!
He failed so many times, even to the point that even Ying Zheng thought there was something wrong with him!

I didn't expect that just by seeing a master, it would be so easy to succeed?!
Ying Zheng was so excited that he almost shouted to the sky!
Upon seeing this, Fusu hurriedly tried to practice, and soon he also caught a glimpse of spiritual energy from heaven and earth that was about to merge into his body!
It really can!

With his eyes shining, Fusu suddenly looked up at Yang Ling, his breathing becoming a little rapid!
The cultivation method that had troubled him for so many days was actually corrected so easily? !
He is indeed a master, a senior, and a true god!!

Ying Zheng and Fusu looked excited, especially Ying Zheng, whose eyes were red and his breathing was rapid!

The immortal path he had longed for for most of his life was in front of him, and now he could finally practice it. How could he not be excited? !

Ying Zheng hurriedly stood up and bowed respectfully to Yang Ling with a trembling voice!
"Thank you sir for your help!"

"I will never forget this kindness and love!!"

Fusu also hurriedly stood up and bowed respectfully!
"Thank you sir for your help!"

Faced with Ying Zheng and Fusu's respectful attitude, Yang Ling did not show much reaction.

After all, they didn't take away the cultivation method for no reason, but exchanged it for medicine.

As a cultivator, Yang Ling is well aware of the importance of medicinal herbs. Even though he is powerful, he still needs to collect various medicinal herbs in the world today to assist in his cultivation.

The world is vast. If Yang Ling were to collect medicinal herbs alone, he would probably be busy running around all day and would have no time to take care of other things.

Ying Zheng and Fusu exchanged a large amount of medicine for martial arts, which was undoubtedly a fair deal for Yang Ling.

Ying Zheng thus had the hope of immortality, and Yang Ling was able to have more time to focus on cultivation without having to worry about trivial matters.

When Ying Zheng held the bamboo slips and wished he could go back to practice in seclusion immediately, Yang Ling naturally understood their eagerness and did not stay any longer.

"Since you have acquired the technique, if there is nothing else to do, go back and practice well." Yang Ling said with a hint of indifference.

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng and Fusu took a deep breath, bowed respectfully and thanked him: "Thank you for your teachings, sir! With these bamboo slips, we will definitely succeed in our cultivation! When we go to cultivate, we will definitely live up to your high expectations, practice hard, and never forget our original intention!"

Yang Ling nodded slightly, said nothing more, and returned to the room.

The little dragon also babbled and waved its little paws at the two of them, as if saying goodbye.

Outside the room, Ying Zheng and Fusu bowed respectfully and were unwilling to look up for a long time.

It was not until Yang Ling closed the door and entered the house that they retreated respectfully.

Along the way, they held the bamboo slips as if they were treasures, unwilling to take their eyes off them for even a moment.

Even after returning to the imperial city and in front of the palace, they were still immersed in cultivation and had no intention of coming down.

Time passed quietly, and in the blink of an eye it was evening, or even midnight.

The guards of the Black Ice Terrace could not help but step forward and ask, "Your Majesty, Your Highness, it is getting late. The court will soon begin. I wonder…"

However, before the guard could finish his words, Ying Zheng, who was practicing, suddenly opened his eyes and kicked him out.

"Don't disturb me while I'm practicing! If anyone comes in again, I'll hold you accountable!" Ying Zheng's voice was filled with unquestionable majesty.

The commander of the Black Ice Platform swallowed his saliva, and without saying a word, he stood at a distance and ordered the guards to block the place with layers of barriers.

Even the maids and eunuchs who came and went were driven out by them.

It was not until the sky was bright and the sun was high in the sky that Ying Zheng and Fusu finally came back to their senses from their practice.

Compared with their previous practice, their state of comprehension this time was obviously better.

Although they have not yet been able to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into their bodies, they can all clearly feel that it is only a matter of time.

"It's really possible to practice it!" Ying Zheng laughed excitedly, wearing a cloak and shouting to the sky in the carriage.

Fusu was also extremely excited and knelt down respectfully to congratulate: "Congratulations, father! Congratulations, father! From now on, you have embarked on the path of becoming an immortal!"

Ying Zheng excitedly helped Fusu up and patted his shoulders hard, his eyes sparkling: "Without you, father would not be able to obtain this cultivation method! I have decided that from today on, you will exercise the power to supervise the world on my behalf! I will practice in seclusion and live up to the expectations of you! I will not leave home until I succeed in my cultivation!" Fusu felt mixed emotions when he heard this.

He stared blankly at the mountain of memorials, feeling like crying but unable to cry.

Throughout history, how many people were forced to ascend the throne by their own fathers?
He originally thought that he went to the master's residence just to discuss martial arts and cultivation, and then let his father come out as soon as possible to take over the government again, so that he could be free.

But now, why has it become like this?

Faced with Ying Zheng's decision, Fusu argued and refuted it vigorously.

However, now that he had the cultivation method, Ying Zheng was determined to practice, and no one could stop him.

After a debate, Fusu not only failed to stop Ying Zheng from practicing, but was also carried directly to the court by the soldiers of the Black Ice Platform.

"Why should a son of mine handle the affairs of state?" Fusu scratched his head, almost on the verge of collapse.

Not only did he have to attend court, but even half of the memorials that had been previously allocated to him were returned to his hands.

He helplessly discovered that he not only had to deal with state affairs, but also had to review memorials to the emperor, while his father was leisurely practicing Taoism.

In the study, Fusu almost collapsed while complaining about the hardship of reviewing memorials.

Not far away, Zhao Gao heard all this and was so angry that he gritted his teeth in secret.

He thought to himself: If you don’t want to be emperor, just say so. His Highness Hu Hai will be the first one to come!

However, he could only think about these words in his heart and dared not say them out loud.

In the following period of time, Fusu had to continue to act as the director of the government.

Although he was extremely reluctant, the burden of the entire Qin Dynasty fell on him and he had to stand up.

Faced with this situation of Fusu acting as regent, many ministers seemed to have gradually become accustomed to it.

However, secretly, they all began to discuss and speculate frantically.

Compared to Fusu's hard life, Yang Ling's life seems much more ordinary.

These days, he has been using many medicinal materials to make elixirs, and many elixirs that have never been made before have been made one by one.

He didn't encounter any trouble during this process.

If there is any trouble, it is that chubby little fat dragon.

After Yang Ling went into seclusion to practice, he handed the little fat dragon over to the care of the maids.

The maids couldn't let go of this golden, chubby, round little dragon and took good care of it all day long.

And the little dragon can also tell who is good to it and who is not.

Xiaolong was particularly fond of these innocent and lovely maids and would play with them every day.

However, one day, a maid found some fruit wine from somewhere and intended to give it to Yang Ling, but it was intercepted by Xiaolong halfway.

After two or three mouthfuls, Xiaolong almost lost control!

The drunken little dragon head was dizzy and saw triple figures in everyone he saw. He directly transformed into a huge five-meter dragon body with sparks coming out of his mouth!
It melted large sections of the wall into pulp in one bite!
If Yang Ling hadn't sensed something was wrong and came out early, the fire from Xiaolong would have burned down the entire yard!

The maids knelt on the ground, trembling with fear.

The little dragon, who had woken up, turned into a small ball and knelt on the ground dejectedly, imitating the maid, with his head hung and not daring to speak, as if he knew he had done something wrong.

"Aiya..." Xiaolong made a sound of grievance.

Yang Ling felt helpless when he saw this scene. He could only repair the wall and sternly told Xiaolong not to drink anymore.

After hearing this, Xiaolong nodded repeatedly, and even flew behind him to please him, clenched his chubby little fists and massaged his shoulders and back.

This made Yang Ling laugh and cry: "Who did you learn this from? Just practice honestly!"

However, in the next few days, the little one showed amazing ability to destroy the house.

Although it was well-behaved and obedient, it always liked to sneak into his room, chat with him in babbling voices, and disturb his practice.

What's even more ridiculous is that it actually sneaked into the medicine storage room and tried to steal the herbs.

Once, after smelling the scent of the elixir, it tried to sneak in again, but was frozen in place by the formation. It was unable to move for two days and cried pitifully inside.

This scene made the maids feel so distressed that they even mustered up the courage to come to Yang Ling's backyard to ask for help.

Yang Ling unfroze the formation in a state of frustration, and felt a headache while holding the little thing that was like a small ball.

He recalled that when he met it in Mount Li, it was still a very well behaved dragon. Unexpectedly, after just a few days, it began to sneakily want to eat the elixir.

Hanging upside down in the air with its fate hanging by its tail, the little one seemed to know that he had done something wrong. He curled up into a ball and dared not look at Yang Ling. He scratched his eyes with his two little paws and glanced over secretly from time to time.

Yang Ling pressed his forehead and frowned. Just when he was about to scold it, Fusu came to pay his respects.

He had recently encountered a lot of trouble in his cultivation, and occasionally came to Yang Ling for advice.

"Hello, sir." Fusu bowed respectfully.

Seeing Fusu coming, the little one also babbled, as if he had seen a savior, and quickly hid on Fusu's head, babbling, and grabbing his hair with his two claws and refusing to let go.

Yang Ling was somewhat helpless. Fusu, who was grimacing as the little dragon pulled him, still asked cautiously, "Excuse me, sir, what did the little one do wrong again?"

Because of his frequent visits, Fusu and Xiaolong got along pretty well.

Yang Ling also knew Fusu's character, so he just followed the little guy.

"Ask him yourself." Yang Ling said, with his hands folded in his sleeves.

Fusu looked up and the little guy immediately turned his head away in embarrassment, then stammered and babbled a few times while gesticulating.

I don’t know how Fusu understood it, but he understood it anyway, and the corners of his mouth twitched!

Stealing herbs and looking for elixirs, but ended up being frozen in place by a formation for two days and two nights?

This little guy actually dared to covet the elixir of the master. He is so brave!

Looking at the little one babbling, Fusu suddenly had an idea.

"Oh, Master, I heard in ancient books that if a real dragon is nearby, one can be calm and peaceful during cultivation. Is this true?" (End of this chapter)