Food rights and wine beauty: turn a god to farm

Chapter 171
As the aura was channeled, Kangkang's struggle became smaller and smaller until he slowly fell asleep again.

Temporarily easing the crisis, An Ning reached out to touch the little guy's face, and the temperature had recovered.

She frowned.

Although Kangkang's dantian has only a rudimentary form, it is already a fact that it has been condensed, which means that he did not just draw qi into his body today.

But she didn't realize at all when the little guy introduced the air into the body, it was still so silent, and he obviously didn't know how to operate when the air was introduced into the body, but there was no accident.

As for today's situation.

Thinking of Lin Qing's side, he basically guessed something.

It should be that Lin Qing led the aura to gather when he introduced the qi into his body, and the little guy absorbed it unconsciously in his sleep, which caused the aura to inflate excessively.

Wei Sichen was not there at this time, and the rest of the people didn't know Xianxiu, nor did they know whether Kangkang's situation was good or bad.

Suddenly, I thought that Kangkang had already drawn Qi into his body, which meant that he had awakened his spiritual roots.

She turned around and took out the spirit test stone from the space, then put it in the palm of the little guy, and closed his palm.

The next moment, the colorless and transparent Lingshi Fei began to be smudged with gray light from the inside to the outside, and then the light became thicker and thicker, and finally turned black.

The whole spar is like a pure black black jade without any variegation.

"This, is this the Dark Spirit Root?"

Her heart beat violently, then slowly calmed down, and she frowned.

Didn't it mean that dark spirit roots are very rare and hard to come by? Why did two of them appear around her at once?

Wei Sichen is, and now Kangkang is also, and judging from the purity of the black, it is estimated that the purity of the spiritual root is very high.

The cultivation of the Dark Spirit Root is different from the Five Elements Spirit Root, and she doesn't know how to cultivate it, and she never asked Wei Sichen how he cultivated it before.

Moreover, the worst thing now is that Kangkang doesn't know how to control the cultivation of spiritual energy, and just blindly absorbs spiritual energy according to the body's instinct. If this continues, his dantian will not be able to bear it.

It seems that we can only wait for Kangkang to wake up, and try to teach him to control, absorb and control the aura.

At this time, there was a slight movement in the room.

An Ning got up quickly, walked over, and saw Lin Qing walking out, her spirits improved a lot.

"Congratulations." Seeing him like this, he knew he had succeeded.

"Master, I succeeded." Lin Qing rarely showed a smirk, but he soon noticed that something was wrong with An Ning's mood, and immediately asked, "Master, what's the matter? What happened?"

Thinking about Kangkang, An Ning had a headache, but she shook her head, "It's nothing, then you should familiarize yourself with it, and the aura that controls the body will work and practice."

"Yeah." Lin Qing nodded.

Seeing that the end of the year is approaching, big dramas are staged one after another.

This year is destined not to be a peaceful year. The sky over the imperial capital is filled with a strong murderous atmosphere, like a overwhelming black cloud. Even the common people can smell the uneasiness in the air. The next year is approaching, but the bustle is getting less and less day by day.

Many stores can’t help but close their stores and leave the city to avoid the limelight. No matter what happens, the 36 plan is the best policy anyway. It’s always right to avoid it. If there is no accident, you will lose a little money at most. Little life.

As a result, more and more people are leaving the city recently, and fewer and fewer people are entering the city.

But today, on the tenth day after the imperial decree was issued, a thunderbolt suddenly exploded in the inner courtyard of the palace.

In the Xuantian Palace, the monarch sat silently on the couch, looking down at a booklet in his hand, his hands were trembling slightly, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging.

The hand placed on the Kang table next to it unconsciously exerted force, pressing the Kang table until it rattled, as if it would shatter at any moment.

Inside the hall, a strong killing intent began to spread, like snow and ice blowing up, causing the waiters in the hall to tremble slightly.

After a long time, the monarch slowly raised his eyes and looked at the person kneeling on the ground, holding the booklet tightly, but his expression became more and more calm.

But this calmness is like the calm before the storm.

"Where is the man?"

"Return to Your Majesty, the person is in a dark prison."

There was silence in the room for a while, and then the monarch's dark and cold voice sounded, "Show me."

In the dark cell, the silence was so great that only the cold wind whistling outside the window and the crackling of coals in the indoor charcoal basin could be heard.

Then, the sound of neat footsteps sounded with the sound of iron chains knocking.

People in the prison who heard it struggled to open their eyes, wanting to see which unlucky guy was sent in again.

A group of people passed through iron gates and arrived at the innermost iron gate.

The prison guard hurriedly bowed forward, quickly untied layers of iron chains, pushed open the heavy cell door, and then bowed back.

The monarch in the black dragon robe behind waved his hands. Except for the people who were kneeling in the Xuantian Temple before, the rest of the people stepped back three meters and guarded the sides.

The monarch walked in with his people, and the iron gate was closed again.

In the cold dungeon, a thin and old man curled up in a corner and seemed to be asleep, but the surrounding temperature was too low, and he was still shivering even in his sleep.

The guard stepped forward quickly, reached out and grabbed the old man by the collar, dragged him over and threw him directly at the monarch's feet.

The old man in his sleep was startled awake. When he fell to the ground, before he could yell out, he saw the black boots embroidered with the Nine Dragons pattern in front of him, his face was instantly white as snow, and his body trembled even more.

But he also reacted quickly, got up very quickly, knelt down on his knees, and slammed his head heavily on the cold ground, "Minister, please refer to Your Majesty."

The monarch looked down at the people on the ground expressionlessly, raised his hand and threw the booklet on the ground, "I need you to explain it yourself."

The killing intent contained in the cold made the old man tremble like chaff. When he raised his head, he saw the booklet on the ground. His face became even paler, and then he kept kowtow.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the common people deserve death..."

"Say." The monarch raised his foot and kicked him away fiercely, his expression was terribly sinister, and a storm had gathered in his eyes.

The old man struggled to get up, knelt down straight again, and then began to talk about the booklet.

This thing started ten years ago.

This old man is the chief imperial physician in the palace, he is regarded as left over from the late emperor, and he only treats the emperor, he is very respected.

However, eight years ago, it was said that he accidentally fell at home and broke his legs. After a long time of treatment, he finally resigned and returned home.

So did the king.

Now he appeared here to deliver this booklet, which is why he is now locked in a dark prison.

This booklet is the original copy of the monarch's case from the time he succeeded to the throne to his resignation. What was left in the palace was a forged copy before he left to avoid suspicion.

The reason why this pulse case makes the monarch so angry is because it hides a secret that he can't even believe.

It is recorded in the pulse case that because of the assassination ten years ago, the monarch was physically damaged. Although he recovered after recuperation, he lost his fertility.

(End of this chapter)