"Little bastard, don't talk nonsense, can you pretend to be the Emperor Taizu?" the yin and yang sage scolded.

"But obviously there is a black dragon up there? Isn't it true that only the emperor can be matched with a real dragon? Master, do we have to kowtow to the emperor according to the rules?"

"Can you knock your head randomly? You really don't have gold under your knees!"

The sage Yin-Yang walked up to the statue and lowered his head to observe his honor carefully, and then collapsed after only one glance.

"Kneel down! Gongyao!" He didn't let Wu Gongyao kneel to worship the black dragon coffin but let him kneel down on the clay sculpture, which made Wu Gongyao a little confused. Could it be that the status of this clay sculpture is more noble than the master in the black coffin?

His seniority is low, although he is dissatisfied, he can only obey the old man's order and kneel down, but it is expected that even the sage of yin and yang will kneel down to worship, it must be some great fairy or god.

"Which kind of god is this master? Doesn't he look like the Four King Kongs? This is clearly dressed as a general of our Jurchens!"

The Yin-Yang Saint turned his head, with muddy tears in his eyes. "This is Aixinjueluo Shuerhaqi, he should really be the king of our Manchurians!"

"Shuerhaqi? Nurhachi's younger brother? He...he is the real king of Khan?" Wu Gongyao's head grew dizzy when he heard it. As a Manchu, he naturally knew a little about the history of his ancestors, but after listening to the master I am still a little puzzled after Shuerhaqi's recognition and praise.

At this point in the story, Meihui's hand holding the brocade book trembled slightly, she looked at me, not only him, even I was dumbfounded.

"Brother, is it possible that the Hai family has something to do with Shuerhaqi? Could it be Shuerhaqi's slaves at the time?" She asked me.

I exhaled and handed the mouse a cigarette. "There is no explanation for this in the official history, and I can't say it well. There are very few records in the official history about Shuerhaqi's descendants. After Emin Baylor's death, this family has been in ruins since then, and they will no longer ask about the government. , perhaps living a hidden life now?"

"No, old iron, I think the descendants of Shuerhaqi are probably extinct now. Think about it, if there are still descendants alive, why would they hand over the Haidongqing topaz finger to Cuigong for safekeeping? If there are descendants I'm afraid I've come to you for this treasure a long time ago!" said the mouse.

Now my muddy head is finally a little clear. The dots of Shuerhaqi, Haijia, and Captain Mojin merge into a line. I have an intuition that the end of this line may be me or Meihui.

I asked Meihui to continue talking. What I am most concerned about is what secret the Yin-Yang Saint discovered in the Yilhuli Mountain, so that the leader of the bandit who is a powerful group can put down his butcher knife and sit down on this cliff.

Mei Hui stared at the brocade book with straightened eyes, wondering what secret she had discovered.

"Hey, stupid? Keep reading!" I urged her.

"Brother, in the suicide note of the Yin-Yang Sage, it is said that the black coffin in the mountain contains...is..."

"It's Bai Longzi, right?"

"No, no, he said, it's a black snake with a small brocade box in its mouth! My God, did he get it wrong? Or we got it wrong, it's obviously a baby? What happened? Black snake?" Meihui was afraid that I wouldn't believe it, so she handed me the suicide note, but I didn't understand Manchu.

I said: "That world is not on the same plane as ours. The biggest question now is whether the baby in the black coffin is a black dragon or a white dragon? And what is hidden in that brocade box?" Secret!" I said, looking at the mouse.

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