Holy Son is so arrogant

Chapter 36

"Emperor Ziyang's tomb is in Qingshenzhou, and he will be born after nine days."

Dugu Nansheng sat cross-legged beside Su Ping, raised her hair by her ear, and said calmly.

"Nine days of suspension?"

Su Ping groaned, flipping through the memories in his mind.

The nine-day suspension is one of the many miraculous celestial phenomena in the Three Thousand Daozhou.

On this day, there will be nine suns parallel in the sky, scorching the earth.

All the flaming things in the world will become restless, fall into madness, and attack everything around them crazily. For the people at the bottom of the three thousand Daozhou, it will be a big catastrophe.

According to legend, the day of Emperor Ziyang's birth was a nine-day period, and when the emperor died, it was also a nine-day period.

Su Ping touched his chin and asked, "How long will it take?"

The nine-day hanging statue is extremely rare. The last time it appeared in this world was the day when Emperor Ziyang died hundreds of thousands of years ago.

He didn't want to wait hundreds of thousands of years for a royal treasure.

"Just recently, it is estimated that there are only a few years left before the emperor's tomb will be fully revealed." Dugu Nansheng saw Su Ping's worry and replied.

With that said, Dugu Nansheng took out a token made of ancient purple gold from his arms, and handed it to Su Ping.

"This is one of the keys to the emperor's tomb. Holding the Emperor Ziyang Token, he can be protected by Emperor Ziyang."

"A few years? The time is very suitable." Su Ping nodded with satisfaction. The time is neither long nor short, which can be said to be very suitable.

In a few years, he is sure to grow into a great power. At that time, even in the emperor's tomb, he can have the power to protect himself.

He took over the order from Emperor Ziyang and began to examine it carefully.

The imperial order is made of special materials, exuding an ancient atmosphere, giving people an extremely extraordinary feeling.

It should be an ancient magical metal, but under Su Ping's careful observation, he found that it seemed to be nothing special except that it was extremely hard.

"System, help me identify this Emperor Ziyang Token."

"Under identification"

The pleasant sound of the system came.

"The identification was successful."

"Emperor Ziyang's decree, there are twelve pieces of ancient holy soldiers. They are one of the keys to Emperor Ziyang's tomb. If you get them, you will be protected by Emperor Ziyang."

"If you are lucky enough to get twelve pieces together, you can use the shocking array to kill the sage and resist the full blow of the sage."

"It's still an ancient holy weapon, what Dugu Nansheng said is true."

Su Ping nodded slightly, very satisfied, glanced at Dugu Nansheng, and encouraged:

"In the future, if I get a lot of rewards from the trip to the emperor's tomb, I can give you the status of a beauty."

"Is it Hongyan?"

Dugu Nansheng frowned slightly, thinking in his heart:
"One emperor's tomb only changes the status of a concubine. It seems that it is a bit difficult to become his imperial concubine."

Dugu Nansheng hesitated for a while, thought for a long time, and said: "At that time, the Holy Son may still need to guard against one person."

"Oh? Beware of who?"

Su Ping put away the imperial order, stretched his waist, put his legs on Dugu Nansheng, and said casually.

"Nangongtian."

Feeling Su Ping's movements, Dugu Nansheng frowned slightly, but soon stretched it out and kneaded it carefully.

Although the technique was blunt, after all, it was the aloof Dugu Nansheng. It was the first time for someone to pinch someone's legs, but he was careful, and his movements were delicate.

Su Ping still felt very comfortable.

That's how life should be.

It is time to find more goddesses who are in the hearts of secular monks to be handmaidens.

One plays music, one dances, one beats legs, one squeezes shoulders, and finds one who feeds grapes.

Just don't get too comfortable.

It seems that in the future, I will work harder to practice, and strive to capture a group of holy goddesses and bring them back to be maids, so that it will be more comfortable.

"What happened to Nangongtian?"

He glanced at Dugu Nansheng, smiled and asked back.

In fact, Dugu Nansheng is not bad, her appearance, temperament, temperament, and figure are all outstanding, but her background is not good, she was not born in a remote ancient family, otherwise she would be a goddess.

Make do with make do, in fact, barely usable.

Feeling Su Ping's admiring gaze, Dugu Nansheng was in a happy mood, and smiled lightly:
"Nangongtian is the sacred body of Ziyang. It is said that he has the same physique as the Emperor Ziyang who once suppressed him. If Nangongtian also participates in the competition for the emperor's possession, there may be many changes."

Not only will there be many changes, Nangongtian, as the direct disciple chosen by Emperor Ziyang, can be said that most of the emperor's burials are prepared for Nangongtian.

Once Nangongtian is allowed to enter it, outsiders may not be able to take away even a hair.

"It doesn't matter."

Su Ping waved his hand very arrogantly.

"He will soon be the Son of God, and the day he leaves the customs is the day he surrenders."

"So, if there is change, it will be good change."

Su Ping chuckled, very charming.

Suppressing Nangongtian was already in the plan, and now everything is ready, just waiting for the opponent to leave the customs.

"It's just that Nangongtian has always been aloof. Nan Sheng guessed that he would not be willing to submit to this."

Dugu Nansheng sighed quietly, secretly hating in his heart.

I put so much effort into Nangongtian, and I hoped to make him the emperor, but I didn't expect Fuyao Sect to suddenly kill Su Ping, the son of Fuyao who looks like the heavenly emperor Linchen in the fairy world.

Everything you bet on is instantly wiped out.

Emperor Nangong Tiancheng had no hope, so she was also forced to become a maid.

"If you don't surrender, then beat him until he surrenders. Under strong suppression, there is no room for his disobedience."

Su Ping didn't care much. Dugu Nansheng's slender hands were as soft as boneless, pinching him like a stream passing by, very refreshing.

Dugu Nansheng shook his head and said: "I'm afraid, even if the Holy Son really kills him, he won't surrender."

From the moment she surrendered to Su Ping and became Su Ping's personal maid.

The relationship between Nangongtian and Su Ping is already like fire and water, and it will never end.

No man would just sit back and watch his fiancée serve other men.

Fearing that Su Ping would become suspicious, Dugu Nansheng added: "He has been famous for a long time, has an aloof personality, and has a very deep obsession with Emperor Cheng. Even if he dies, he will not submit to others."

"Then kill him." Su Ping said without changing his expression.

The road to becoming emperor is destined to be blood red.

All who stood in the way surrendered or died, there was no other choice.

When it comes to Emperor Zang, Su Ping doesn't want any accidents in the middle, even if it breaks the rules of the sect.

A little Nangongtian, if he knows the fun, it's okay, if he doesn't, then don't blame Su Ping for being ruthless.

"I hope I didn't press the wrong treasure again this time." After hearing this, Dugu Nansheng sighed in his heart.

To this day, she still feels that she is dreaming.

Because everything that happened today was just a dream.

In one day, it seems to have experienced the sky and the earth, and the gap is so big that it is unbelievable.

She is a high and mighty daughter of the Dugu family, a goddess in the hearts of millions of men, and she is even expected to become an imperial concubine, but she just came to the Fuyao Sect and turned into a humble maid.

If this is a dream, it must be a nightmare.

The dream never wakes up.

Dugu Nansheng could only accept his fate.

He was thinking about how to conquer Su Ping, who was like a born emperor, and pave the way for the future emperor.

Days passed.

For the past few days, Dugu Nansheng lived in Fuyao Holy Palace in Suping.

Her job is very simple. She just squeezes Su Ping's legs, shoulders, back and so on after Su Ping's daily practice.

Even so, Yuexi and Li Rudao were envious for a while.

"Miss, how did things turn out like this?"

The treatment Xiao Lan received for her daughter was very unfair.

"Even the holy son of Suyue Holy Land wanted to marry you, but you refused."

"Why did you choose to be Mr. Su's maid? It's still personal."

"Although, he is indeed very good-looking. Almost anyone, no matter men, women, young or old, will fall in love with him."

"But no matter what, miss, you can't be his maid. Try to fight for it, and you can be a concubine!"

"If you are like this, if the family finds out, the ancestors will beat me to death!"

Xiaolan sat next to her young lady, said brokenly.

"How many times have you said this, aren't you bothered?" Dugu Nansheng asked impatiently, frowning slightly.

"But." Xiaolan lowered her head, feeling aggrieved.

"There's nothing to complain about. Being a servant girl for Mr. Su is treated better than at home, and her status is no less than that of the noble daughters of the Huanggu aristocratic family."

Dugu Nansheng brushed her hair by her ears, and comforted her.

"Besides, I'm not an ordinary maid. If I can make immortal achievements for him in the future, he will leave the imperial concubine position to me."

When he said this, Dugu Nansheng was full of expectations, although the hope was slim, but at least he still had hope.

Xiaolan shook her head. Although she didn't know what happened that day, she knew the helplessness in her young lady's heart. Otherwise, she would never have made such an unwise decision.

She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, didn't ask any more questions, but murmured: "What about Nangongtian? Do you want to find a way to kill him?"

Dugu Nansheng looked surprised: "Why did you kill him? Does Nangongtian have anything to do with me?"

Xiao Lan understood, blinked her eyes, "Of course it's to help Uncle Su clear the obstacles."

When Dugu Nansheng heard that Xiaolan became Su Ping as Mrs. Su, a ray of joy appeared in his peach blossom-like eyes, and he said with a smile:

"It's just a small Nangongtian, Mr. Su will raise his hand to suppress it, it doesn't take much effort."

At the same time, Su Ping, who was practicing cross-legged in the practice room, preparing to reshape the secret realm of the Dao Palace, suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of light flashed, and he got up and looked towards the south.

That was the direction where Nangongtian lived.

At this moment, the spiritual power fluctuated violently there, and there seemed to be the resonance of the voice of the Great Dao. The clouds in the sky gathered, and there was a faint tendency to achieve thunder disaster.

The power is extraordinary, it seems that there are nine days of thunder.

"Nangongtian finally left the customs."

Su Ping smiled, like a harmonious spring breeze, "I really made my son wait."

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