The Immortal Taoist Priest in the Martial Arts World

Chapter 101 The end of the era
"Your Majesty is critically ill. I'm afraid something will be bad this time." Li Changsheng said anxiously.

"What?" Xu Xuan couldn't hear clearly.

Li Changsheng repeated it again.

Our time has passed...

Xu Xuan was stunned for a while, and then sighed inwardly.

After being the emperor for 40 years, Qi and blood cultivation has long been abandoned. Xu Yong's survival to his current age is still due to the cultivation of insects and Qi and blood cultivation.

Whoa!
The strong wind stirred and white clouds gathered. Xu Xuan's eyes turned frightening purple, and then he walked on the clouds and disappeared from the horizon, leaving only the shocked people.

Li Changsheng originally wanted to say something, but finally gave up.

A special train was originally prepared, but I didn't expect that the Heavenly Master would not take the train.

Li Changsheng could only ride in the car with others.

Xu Xuan now has no shortage of spiritual energy. His double pupils can communicate with the spiritual energy of the void and can be self-sufficient.

Moving rapidly, the true energy flows rapidly along the meridians in the body, absorbing the spiritual energy of the void while consuming it. His eyes burst out with astonishing purple meaning, and his eyes felt faintly burning.

Xu Xuan felt the changes in his eyes while flying.

This is the sequelae of blood transplantation. It should be a flaw and the result of my own incompetence.

After all, the ancient kings were not able to do this, and they slowly figured it out, resulting in irreversible damage during the process of merging with the bloodline.

It doesn't matter now. In the future, when your cultivation level is high, it may become your fatal flaw.

But don't worry, this is something that can be easily fixed.

"The centenary age is coming soon. Let's wait a few more years. After the centenarian age, we will perform the Taiyin Refining Method to restore all aspects of our body to its peak."

Xu Xuan was not in a hurry at all. He had made a plan in advance. If the bloodline transplantation failed, he could use the Taiyin Refining Method to recover. Now that the transplantation was successful, there were still hidden dangers, so it was also possible to use the Taiyin Refining Method.

Zhongjing is called the sacred city of Yongming by the Europeans, and Tianyi by the vassal states, where the gods live.

It is the only capital city in the world without walls.

Most of the railways converge here, and the city is cut by roads extending in all directions. Most of the roads and houses are paved with cement, making it both prosperous and tidy.

Steam factories can be seen everywhere in the lower reaches of the countryside, and there are even newly invented steam cars. Most people in the Ming Dynasty have not passed away. Seeing this scene really feels like a world away.

On the street, a man supported the white-haired old man and looked at the scenery on both sides of the street. The people around him were strange, but they didn't react much.

If you observe carefully, you will find that there are at least 30 people vaguely guarding the surroundings with the elderly as the center. If there is any danger, they will draw their guns and shoot as soon as possible.

When the two came to the teahouse, the old man shouted: "Waiter, serve the tea!"

I found a seat outside and sat down. I didn't know what to see among the crowds coming and going. The old man looked at it for a long time and felt a little satisfied.

"What kind of tea would you like to drink? South Yunnan black tea, West Lake Longjing tea, Dongting Biluochun, Sichuan Bamboo Leaf Green, Huizhou Taiping Houkui... There are tea snacks... Even Javanese coffee, Japanese sake, our shop has them."

The waiter kept talking and chattered a lot.

"Is there coffee? What's the origin of your store? Just have some coarse tea to quench your thirst." The old man was very interested.

"It's not easy for us to please our customers. We have [-] branches across the country..."

The waiter said that he would make tea, and after being rewarded with a silver dollar, he smiled like a flower and thanked him repeatedly.

"Thanks to grandpa, the situation is getting better year by year. The Han and Tang Dynasties were just like this."

"Haha, that's right."

After drinking half a cup of tea, another group of people came over and persuaded the old man to go back.

"Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty, once said: I use my cloth to carry three feet to take over the world. Isn't this destiny? The destiny is in the sky, so what's the use of being a magpie! This is destiny and has nothing to do with medical skills." The old man was a little dissatisfied, but he didn't complain. The man lost his temper and immediately followed the man back.

In the ward, the old man lay down, and several doctors came forward to check his body. One doctor said: "Your Majesty, you can't go out anymore. You must eat our special food. Your intestines and stomach can no longer digest outside food."

Yes, this person is Xu Yong, Emperor Chang of the Han Dynasty.

Xu Yong is 77 this year. It is rare in ancient times for people to live seventy years, and it is even rarer for emperors to live to this age.

Even though the doctor didn't allow it, Xu Yong still sneaked out to look outside. Seeing a great country rising under his leadership, Xu Yong felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

On the night when he proclaimed himself emperor, Xu Yong asked Xu Xuan if he could achieve the scene he described; finally, he did it, and he truly saw that he could live and work in peace and contentment, and that the Han Dynasty was prosperous.

As the days passed, Xu Yong could no longer walk and could only lie on the hospital bed, unconscious for most of the day.

The number of people who came to see him changed one after another.

Today, at night, Xu Yong suddenly woke up and sat up. The doctor on duty came over immediately, and Jin Yiwei was also alerted.

"Your Majesty, what are your orders?" As the doctor spoke, he was secretly shocked in his heart. The emperor was so glorious, but something was wrong.

"Call the crown prince, chief minister, Sangong, the dean of Tiangongyuan, the prefect of Wuchang, the commander of the Beijing camp, and the general of the Royal Forest Army."

"Yes!!"

Everyone moved in a hurry, and the commander of the Jinyiwei immediately put the whole hospital under martial law, and the lanterns lit up the night.

This night is destined to be an extraordinary night.Soon, the civil and military ministers arrived.

"emperor!!"

"Father!" Xu Dezhao is already a middle-aged man in his early 50s. He has been in charge of state affairs for the past ten years.

Everyone fell to their knees.

"Stop talking nonsense and listen to my arrangements. Keep the funeral simple and keep it secret first. If the kings of Luzon, Mobei, Beitianzhu, Ao, and Yin do not come back to mourn, they will immediately send troops to attack; strictly monitor the maritime merchants and Shanxi merchants. After the funeral, the family will be confiscated and the clan will be destroyed on the grounds of not respecting the late king. De Zhao, you will take the opportunity to promulgate the commercial law at that time, and it will be settled."

Xu Yong used his last bit of fame to pave the way for his descendants. With his fame, businessmen still drank and had fun during the state funeral, and no one in the world would let him go. This would not only discourage wealthy businessmen, but also not affect business.

Businessmen still cannot be too laissez-faire, otherwise it will affect their reputation and even infiltrate officials.

Xu Yong also has a secret order, which is to see who leaks the news tonight, and then follow the clues and uproot them.

Soon, ministers from various ministries and princes stranded in the capital also came.

For a moment, the sound of crying and howling was loud. Xu Yong looked at all this with cold eyes. How much of it was sincere?
"I announce that today, the imperial authority will be handed over to the eldest prince, Xu Dezhao!"

The attendants brought pens, inks, paper and inkstones, as well as the imperial edict prepared in advance. With the seal, the eldest prince's orthodox status was confirmed and the throne was stable.

"Father!! Please take back your life!!" Xu Dezhao burst into tears.

Before this, he had wanted to be the emperor countless times, but when it was his turn, he felt a little confused. He was finally on his own. Can he really govern this huge country?
"Don't worry, do it boldly, cough..." Xu Yong kept coughing, his face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he stopped the doctor who wanted to step forward.

The ward of Nuoda was silent, and Xu Yong didn't know what was waiting for him.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind outside the window, and there was even a faint white light.

Whoa!
The strong wind blew open the door.

The Jinyiwei and Yulinjun unsheathed their swords one after another, and when they saw the man standing at the door, they immediately knelt down.

Everyone turned around and knelt down when they saw this person's face. Even if some people didn't recognize him, seeing these old ministers kneeling down, how could they not follow suit.

"See the Heavenly Master!!"

I saw the person wearing white clothes, with purple eyes, ice muscles and jade bones, black hair like a waterfall, standing there, completely incompatible with the world of mortals.

Everyone was horrified, especially the veteran.

Decades later, this god-man still looks like this, which is really unbelievable.

Everyone looked respectful and did not dare to be disrespectful.

The man in front of me is the real king.

Europe, America (Yinzhou), Australia (Songzhou), and China; from the emperors of Rome, the monarchs of China... to the dawn of the country, everyone is covered by his brilliance. The priests and warriors of the White Emperor are like His sharp sword and shield made his enemies frightened and their heads were rolling.

He is the most powerful holy king since ancient times.

"Get up." Xu Xuan looked around, a little speechless, "Why are you old guys still here? Tomorrow, all the people over 60 years old will resign."

"As ordered!"

With a single word, several well-established founding families were instantly dismantled. With Xu Dezhao's ability, all their influence could be eliminated within a few years.

"Everyone, please go out. I'll talk to Xu Yong."

Everyone quit.

A "young man" and an old man looked at each other, both of them feeling a little sad.

Xu Xuan took a look and found that all organ functions had basically failed. In medical terms, his lifespan had expired.

"Ling'er is also in this hospital. Brother, you can take the time to take a look. Xie Miao is not here. She seems to be avoiding you intentionally." Xu Yong said, without any parting words, as if he was chatting at home.

"Ahem, when you were a kid, you were given talisman water by the Li family. After that, you didn't say a word and didn't let me play with you. It scared me. Later I found out that my brother was a hidden fool. That's when I knew that my brother would definitely become something big."

"Is this the reason why you came to Lizhuang to join me at all costs? You hide it so well." The two have the same father and mother, but their relationship is much deeper than that of full brothers.

"Not really, the main reason is that I have a deep relationship with my brother. The second brother doesn't regard us as brothers at all, ahem."

"After today, I will be in solitary confinement for a long time, maybe for decades or hundreds of years." Xu Xuan suddenly said.

"Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings, brother, don't worry; I am more worried about you..."

"I?"

"Maybe it looks majestic to others, but you must be lonely, brother. Please send us off one by one."

"You're welcome."

Xu Yong felt very tired, closed his eyes and fell asleep deeply.

Xu Xuan divided his ideals into two parts, leaving the ideal of cultivating immortality to himself, and leaving the dream of Jiangshan, Sheji and Jiang to Xu Yong.

The old man, secretly called the Shadow of Light by global powers, finally rested.

(End of this chapter)