I want to embrace the moon for nine days

The moon sets and the sun rises, and the sun passes the zenith.

The sky is blue and boundless, the white clouds are faint and delicate, the distant mountains appear darker green, the green water rushes by, and the white reed flowers float in the wind.

The Glimmering Fox King and his men waited outside the Divine Reed Formation for a full quarter of an hour before they saw the scenery of Yuandao Ridge emerging from the depths of the reeds.

A small passage was opened in the formation, leading them to a place among the many hills of Yuandao Ridge, where there was only a pavilion and a forest of steles, with no grass growing.

The Six Emotions Sword Master was strolling among the stele forest, releasing many of his disciples to read the inscriptions of the predecessors.

Ma Jiugong sat in front of a broken stele, motionless, as if he was deeply contemplating something.

The mighty general, holding an inkstone in his left hand and a brush in his right hand, was writing in front of the stone tablet.

The material of this stone tablet is not those old ancient tablets, but a piece of bone from the ferocious beast Qiongqi.

During the great war in the northern border of Middle-earth, the Qiongqi tribe, which was a branch of the Tianming Sect, was attacked by the powerful void master Youshen Xuekui, but was killed by the Shenwei General.

At that time, Zhang Yannian had not yet stepped into the Great Void Secret Realm. It was quite difficult for him to kill the Ghost God Blood Leader. He caused the Ghost God Blood Leader's secret realm to shrink and collapse, and it no longer had much value. It was the place used for trials for Su Hanshan and his group of younger generations at the Divine Power Banquet.

As a ferocious and crazy person who cultivated the Qiongqi divine body, the corpse of Youshen Xuekui was more valuable than the shrunken secret realm. It was favored by the fox clan envoy at that time, and most of it was taken away and transported back to the treasure house of the pure fox clan.

Now this treasure has fallen back into Zhang Yannian's hands.

"Good stele, good calligraphy."

The Glimmering Fox King laughed and said, "The word 'virtuous son-in-law' is deeply rooted in our hearts, and the bone fragments used are from Qiongqi. After this inscription is completed, it can also be used as a new heritage of Yuandao Ridge."

Following him today were only a few fox clan celestial beings, spirits, etc. They did not take a ship, but flew here by themselves. Their attitude was very humble and kind, as if there had never been any conflict between the two sides.

"Ha, I originally wanted to wait two more days. It seems that it is just as Madam said. The Fox King is extremely wise."

Zhang Yannian was still writing on the stele, his strokes not pausing as he casually said, "We caused you such a huge loss during the early stages of the Pure Fox Clan's birthday banquet. Has the Fox King already let this go in his mind?"

The Fox King didn't mind at all and laughed out loud.

"We are all family. What difference does it make if the baby is with me or with you?"

The envoys of the Pure Fox Clan used the same excuse when they asked for benefits from the Shenwei Palace every year.

But now, with this set of rhetoric, the relationship between the two sides has been reversed.

A girl in an apricot red dress behind the Fox King said with a smile, "No matter what, our two families know each other well, so it's better for us to cooperate. We can't give away the benefits of our fox clan to others and attract more tigers and wolves for nothing, which will only make the loss worse."

Zhang Yannian paused and turned to look: "Caiwei, long time no see, you have grown into a big girl."

Saint Caiwei smiled and said, "When my uncle was fighting with that old fellow from the Dragon Clan, I was secretly wishing him a great victory."

Zhang Yannian chuckled: "Ha, I've messed up your choice of husband this time. If you're interested, your aunt will definitely not hesitate to help you find a husband in the future."

"Forget about choosing a husband. I don't like anyone who is too low, and I'm afraid I won't be able to make my own decisions if I choose a high one. I'm not really interested in this kind of thing, but I do want to visit my aunt again."

Hu Caiwei spoke fluently and directly, without any pretense of being coquettish or naive. Her speech was much sharper than that of the Fox King, and seemed more sincere.

"When my aunt was still at home, my aunt and I got along very well with Aunt Hongmei. Unfortunately, Aunt Hongmei was also involved in the chaos that day. I don't know how she is doing now..."

Zhang Yannian raised his eyebrows slightly, turned his eyes away, and continued to write on the stele.

When the Hongmei Fox Fairy was a member of the pure fox clan, she was indeed very kind to the previous saint and treated her as her own daughter, but her attitude towards Zhang Yannian was extremely bad.

The pure fox clan tried their best to extort treasures from the Shenwei Mansion. Hongmei, the old fox fairy who was in charge of the treasury, made a lot of efforts. It seemed that they wanted to use this method to threaten Zhang Yannian and force Madam Shenwei to return home.

However, she did not think that husband and wife are one body, and many of the blackmails she instigated were also the results of Madam Shenwei's hard work.

Moreover, the more the other members of the Pure Fox Clan saw the benefits they had obtained by defrauding the Shenwei Mansion, the more they wished that Madam Shenwei and Zhang Yannian had a better relationship so that they could be more easily controlled. On the contrary, it was impossible for them to let Madam Shenwei divorce and return home.

He is also not in a clear mind.

"The Red Plum Fox Fairy was suppressed by the Dragon Court Prince that day, but half of the Dragon Prince's palm was obtained by Jiu Gong. Xuanming Dragon Scale is cold and lonely, so it is also good for the Red Plum Fox Fairy to wake up her mind."

Zhang Yannian said indifferently, "And the spiritual light and secret realm of the Jade Hall Fox Fairy were all passed on to me by Hanshan."

"I will release them both before visiting the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum. I will give you one night to rest and recover."

The glimmering fox king's eyes changed slightly.

After being suppressed for so long, who knows how much the two fox fairies will be manipulated in the secret realm, plus the natal gold medal...

Alas, the ancestor created the forbidden method of the natal gold medal, and the clansmen of all generations have provided for it layer by layer, but now it is a bit like trapping itself in its own web.

However, I had some psychological expectations for this kind of thing before visiting.

The Fox King said solemnly: "The matter of the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum is of great importance. I will personally participate in it, but at least one Void Secret Realm Master must be left in our clan. Can I let Hu Buzhi stay behind?"

"Of course. My wife is still in Shenwei Mansion to take charge of the situation."

Zhang Yannian put down his pen, licked the ink in the inkstone with the tip of the pen, and said, "It is hard to say how many treasures there are in the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, but there are definitely many powerful people suppressed."

"This time when we enter, we must first rescue and subdue those suppressed seniors. If we do a good job, our numbers will naturally increase."

Hu Caiwei was a little confused: "The Mausoleum of the Qin Emperor, why did the Qin Dynasty suppress people there?"

Zhang Yannian put down the last stroke and said leisurely: "The Mausoleum of the Qin Emperor is not a mausoleum..."

The Mausoleum of the Qin Emperor was originally a small world built by Emperor Qin Yingxiang himself, specially for the great Qin masters to practice in seclusion.

Disassemble treasures and classics collected from all over the world, test new mechanisms, create secret bloodlines, explore various cultivation routes outside the ancient and modern worlds, there are countless strange ideas and inspirations, and whimsical experiments emerge in an endless stream.

Because he was too overbearing and took things without limit, the whole of the Eight Wildernesses and the Central Plains were filled with complaints. Only the Qin Emperor in his prime and the founder of the Buzhou Palace joined forces, who were almost equivalent to two True Lords of the same lineage and method, could stabilize the situation.

However, the Qin Emperor had a supreme status, with the limits of heaven above and the nine abysses below. The pressure was too great, and his lifespan ran out just over a hundred years after founding the country, so he had to pass the throne to his son.

That is the best time for many powerful people in the world to counterattack.

Ying Xiang is dead. Even if the new Qin Emperor takes over the supreme position, in their eyes he is just a stubborn stone that is destined to be smashed to pieces before the raging torrent.

This "stubborn stone" actually had some backbone. After suffering severe damage, it retreated into the capital and refused to come out.

At that time, the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum was the largest treasure house of the Qin Dynasty. Among the targets of those powerful people, it even ranked ahead of the capital of the Qin Dynasty.

I don’t know how many powerful people have rushed in, and some demons have even taken advantage of the situation to counterattack.

The countless inherited treasures looted from the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum were sensed by the masters of various schools, and they exploded simultaneously, locating from the inside, working together from inside and outside, and opening the entrance. Then...

They met Yingxiang again.

He was an old and rotten Emperor Yingxiang of Qin.

It turned out that he was faking his death, but his lifespan had indeed been exhausted, which was almost the same as being really dead.

No one could have imagined that such a dried corpse could actually reach out and grab back the supreme status that had fallen on the new Qin emperor after the ceremony of inheriting the country and the certification of heaven and earth.

He clenched the Supreme Knife in one hand and clenched a fist with the other. With the Supreme Knife, he smashed countless rebellious treasures and killed large numbers of intruders.

The blood of the strong was like a rolling river in the sky, falling in the small world of the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, blood spread across the mountains and tore through the void.

That was the period of the great demonic calamity that ended the Middle Ages. Although the total number of creatures in the world decreased sharply, the number of powerful people that emerged was one of the few that had occurred since the beginning of the world.

The Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, the largest treasure house, became the largest cemetery in the world at that time.

In that great battle, most of the strong men were killed or suppressed, and the few who escaped lived in fear every day.

They even thought that after Emperor Qin Yingxiang sacrificed all intruders with blood, sacrificed all treasures, and sacrificed the entire small world, he might be able to be reborn against the will of heaven.

But in the end, the founding Qin emperor reached his limit and died in his mausoleum without any strength left.

When the aura of the Supreme was fading, many seriously injured and suppressed strong men tried to seek help from outside. Unfortunately, the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum closed and disappeared without a trace.

The divine jade disc that could be used to search the Qin Emperor's tomb was also shattered in the war and disappeared.

"The Qin Emperor is dead. Although those survivors were suppressed, there is no risk of them being completely wiped out. After five hundred years, there should still be many who have lived to the end of their lives."

Zhang Yannian sighed, "Talent has always been the most important treasure, and grown-up talent is even more important."

"The Great Chu has only existed for a mere 500 years, and now disaster has come again. We have no choice but to dig out some ancient talents to fill the gap."

Hu Caiwei murmured, "A dignified Supreme actually faked his own death and killed so many people while dying. I have never seen such records in the clan's books..."

When the Glimmer Fox King heard this, he looked a little uncomfortable and coughed lightly.

"Our ancestor did not go there that year, but he did leave some records afterwards, praising his own wisdom, prudence, thoroughness, and longevity. After a few years, when he was about to fall asleep, he destroyed all those notes."

The Fox King whispered, "As the clan leader, I know some of the circumstances from other sources, but it's hard to guess what the ancestor meant, so the clan didn't keep any relevant records."

Hu Caiwei was speechless for a moment, and quickly said: "Recently, I heard some news from the envoys of Tiandu. It turns out that the Penglai wanderer that day is the new master of Chunyang Peak in Tiandu. I wonder if I have the honor to visit Master Su?"

"He's not in now."

Zhang Yannian said, "However, when we set off, he will naturally go in, so there is no need to worry."

Su Hanshan was indeed not in Yuandaoling at this time, or even in Dongzhou.

He had already returned to the Middle-earth and paid a visit to the Grand Tutor's Mansion of the Great Chu. At this moment, he was pulling a donkey cart out of the mansion.

The donkey had big ears and a short stature, black hair and white hooves, and was in very good condition. It moved slowly with all four hooves, pulling a cart with a coffin covered with a straw mat on it.

The coffin was pitch black, without any patterns or carvings, but there was a faint smell of copper and iron coming from it.

That day, the master reminded Su Hanshan that it would be best not to take action deep into the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum.

Su Hanshan was a little unwilling and asked if there was any other way. After thinking about it, the master gave an answer.

"This time, Fan Sheng might want to move the coffin. I'll go ask him. If he really wants to move the coffin, you might be able to sneak in."

The reply conveyed by Fan Sheng was a positive one, expressing great welcome, so Su Hanshan went to the Grand Tutor's Mansion.

It was only after he arrived that he heard the housekeeper mention it.

It turned out that Master Fan had been in seclusion often since he returned from the war with the Demon Kingdom in the East China Sea. There was a coffin placed in his secret room. Many families in the imperial capital had heard the news and had some guesses.

It is said that this Grand Master had the potential to be promoted to the ninth rank more than 500 years ago, but he was unwilling to step into that realm at the time and deliberately suppressed it.

It is possible that because he feels the catastrophe is approaching, this Grand Master is finally going to use the strange coffin as a cover to make a breakthrough to the ninth level.

But many people are not optimistic about him.

The transition from the eighth stage to the ninth stage is a sharp change in the great Dao. You can break through it if you can, and suppress it when you can. If you miss the opportunity and waste time on it, you may not necessarily accumulate deeper knowledge, but will only make the possibility of promotion smaller.

Many people sighed and felt that it would have been better for the Grand Master to have broken through earlier. If he had stayed in sleep until now, and someone could wake him up, it would have been considered a kind of heritage for the Great Chu.

It's a pity that I have been sitting in the court for so many years, hindering everyone's position and delaying my own career.

Su Hanshan could sense these messages from all over the imperial capital just by sitting in the Grand Tutor's Mansion, but his views were completely different from those people.

Although he didn't know Master Fan, this coffin was indeed magical.

Su Hanshan only needed to light a piece of Lure Incense to roughly guess the appearance of the ninth-rank ancestor of the Pure Fox Clan. However, now that he was standing next to the coffin, he could touch it with his hands, but he could not guess the deep mystery of this aura.

"... You don't have to think about exploring all the mysteries. Just rely on your Xuanyuan Wanwei Sutra to adapt to the changes in objects and sense them. If you stay next to this coffin for a long time and merge with this aura, those two guys won't notice you..."

The master also gave the same instructions at that time.

Su Hanshan looked back and saw that the housekeeper and several retainers of the Grand Tutor's Mansion had only seen him off to the door. Although their eyes were full of respect, they were obviously not prepared to follow him all the way.

"Okay, I came here to be a driver."

Su Hanshan smiled. It was his first time to drive a donkey cart. He sat sideways on the cart and raised the whip in his hand. Suddenly he remembered a classic move. It was so interesting that he shook the whip and it turned into a green bamboo.

A rope with a carrot hanging from it was hung from the top of the green bamboo, hanging in front of the donkey.

The donkey had personality and was dismissive.

Su Hanshan shook his wrist slightly, and a small Ganoderma lucidum flower grew on the top of the carrot, wafting with sweet fragrance.

The donkey's eyes lit up, and he spread out his four hooves and started running wildly.

The donkey cart galloped into the sky steadily, and in a moment it traveled a hundred miles towards the east.

(End of this chapter)