Jul 7, 2024
In a small world, Kongming sat on Wenyu, looking at the trace of purple gas in his hand, and countless thoughts in his heart were turning. After half a ring, Kongming put away a trace of purple gas in his hand, closed his eyes and began to understand the true meaning of the three scriptures, and his mind sank into a world of nothingness and darkness.
Time flies, countless times flow, and three years have passed between the roulette wheel of fate.
Zi Chu, the capital of Qin, died at this time, and Ying Zheng succeeded him as king.
When Ying Zheng sat on the throne painted with gold paint and adorned with pearls and surrounded by Kowloon, the one-horned dragon with two claws suddenly roared, and the sun and the moon emerged in the purple air. A moment later, Ying Zheng’s fate became a real dragon with five claws.
The five-claw dragon was flying over Ying Zheng’s head, and countless fortunes flocked to all parts of Qin. All these countless fortunes gathered under the five-claw dragon in Ying Zheng and condensed into a colorful Qingyun. As the dragon’s eyes scanned, the whole Yongcheng, the palace, the surrounding borders, the mountains, and so on, as long as they had the strength, all bowed their heads and dared not face up to the dragon’s eyes.
After Ying Zheng ascended the throne, all the mortals in the whole Qin Dynasty were connected with Ying Zheng. Both doctors and generals bowed down under the real dragon and contributed their own fate to the real dragon, making the five-claw real dragon expand to surround the whole Yongcheng in three days.
At night, after Ying Zheng finished his official business, he took a bath and lay down on the bed covered with black and gold silk. Just when he closed his eyes, he felt that the interest in the body was in turmoil. He hurriedly opened his eyes and looked up. At a distance of 100 meters from himself, he was standing floating.
See empty Ming after the elegant figure, Ying Zheng time exultation, a feeling of joy in the bottom of my heart, makes Ying Zheng immediately walked off the bed and stood up.
"Immortal, how come I haven’t seen the figure of Immortal for a long time? I miss it very much." When Ying Zheng taught Kongming, he regarded himself as a disciple of Kongming. He didn’t understand things as a child before, but now he is the king of a country, and his mind and intelligence have greatly increased.
At this time, when you see the immortal, it is natural to tell your feelings and then play the emotional card. In Ying Zheng’s heart, I still hope to stay in Yongcheng. Pulling at the corners of his mouth, he smiled slightly and said flatly, "I came here this time to find the king of Qin."
Ying Zheng, who had put on his clothes, did not hesitate when he heard Kong Ming’s words. He immediately said, "Say what the immortal thinks of his disciples. As long as I can do it, I will try my best to do it."
Shaking the dust and running the magic in the air, Ying Zheng conjured up the scene of the land temple in the castle. "Please also ask the king of Qin to canonize the land god inside as the God of Yongcheng."
Say that finish, empty Ming stood in situ, no longer speak. Ying Zheng after listening to the empty Ming, not dazed, looking at the scene in front of him, Ying Zheng couldn’t help but sigh that the fairy’s magical power is vast.
But after twelve breaths, Ying Zheng looked at Kong Ming with a puzzled face and said, "Immortal, how should I confer titles? Do you need to issue an imperial edict? "
Looking at Ying Zheng’s green face, Kong Ming shook his head and said softly, "White jade paper, green bamboo pen, vermilion ink, written by hand, sealed by the national seal."
Spoke, empty Ming took out a piece of white paper like white jade from the sleeve, waved out a green bamboo pen, put the white jade paper and green bamboo pen in front of Ying Zheng, empty Ming took out a wooden bowl, there was a piece of water in the wooden bowl, put the wooden bowl on the desk, and walked empty Ming to the front of Ying Zheng.
"Sit down." Reached a finger in the direction of the desk, empty Ming said softly. Ying Zheng after hearing the empty Ming, hurriedly cater to a few times, no suspicion, quickly walked behind the desk, knelt down.
Accompanied by Ying Zheng’s side, Kongming sat in front of the desk next to Ying Zheng, and the hair dragged to the heel sat down with Kongming and spread out on the ground.
Pale hands holding Ying Zheng’s left hand, empty Ming Ying Zheng’s left hand to the top of the wooden bowl. Ying Zheng looked at the empty movement with a puzzled face, but he didn’t put his arm down, letting the white and slender hands of the empty Ming roll up his sleeves and show his wrists.
The left hand was pinched into a sword finger, and a stroke was made on Ying Zheng’s wrist. At that time, a blood emerged from Ying Zheng’s wrist, and immediately the water in the wooden bowl was dyed blood red. After three breaths, when Ying Zheng didn’t feel pain, Empty Ming rowed his wrist again to stop the blood.
After putting down Ying Zheng’s left hand, the light flowed in the open eyes, and the corners of his mouth were smiling. He stretched out his right hand, rolled up the sleeves that covered the right hand, and exposed the whole right hand.
Then put the pale right hand, which can see the blue tendons under the skin, on the wooden bowl, stretch out your index finger, and stir the clear water of Ying Zheng’s blood in the wooden bowl.
Finger turn, hair hanging down, white fluttering, faint scent coming from the empty body, but a moment has already made Ying Zheng’s room full of fragrance. The fragrance of the empty body has the effect of waking up. Ying Zheng took a deep breath, returned to absolute being, raised his left hand, squinted, and there was no scar on his hand, as if the blood had just emerged from his wrist.
Look up, Ying Zheng was about to speak, only to see the hair fluttering, white roaring empty Ming is holding out a pale right hand to stir the blood and water in the wooden bowl.
At this time, there is a quiet smell circulating in the empty body, and the fragrance of filar silk floats, and 3 thousand moss hangs down. Between the clouds, the empty body is like the person in the painting, the moon in the mirror, which is not true and unrealistic.
Empty Ming ignored gawk at his Ying Zheng, stir in the wooden bowl of the index finger has now reached a critical moment, between the hands of bones, empty Ming will be a few years ago when Ying Zheng has not become a king that a little bit of purple gas perfusion.
At this time, the blood of Ying Zheng and the clear water in the lotus pond have been stirred together, leaving only the last resort.
Wait until the complete fusion together, empty Ming did not hesitate, in the hands of a mana shock, the index finger into pieces, contained in the bones that a little bit of purple gas mixed with empty Ming fingers fusion in the wooden bowl.
So, with a smile, Empty Ming, who looks even paler, took out his right hand without his forefinger. He left only his right hand with four fingers, holding a wooden bowl in his hands, and slowly handed it to the side of the green bamboo pen, next to the white jade paper. Empty Ming looked up at Ying Zheng, and his scattered hair covered his half cheek, frowned slightly. Empty Ming could feel that the whole right hand almost collapsed, and that a little bit of purple gas was completely beyond his control, what’s more.
The line of sight moved to the right hand of the empty Ming, Ying Zheng’s heart somehow suddenly emerged a feeling of heartache, and the figure that leaned slightly on the desk somehow seemed to Ying Zheng to have a feeling of weakness. Slightly turned cheeks, only can see wrinkled brows, narrowed eyes make eyes more slender.
Looking at the white jade paper, the green bamboo pen and the blood-red water in the wooden bowl, Ying Zheng thought for a moment, then picked up the green bamboo pen, stained with the so-called vermilion ink in the wooden bowl, and wrote a line of words on the white jade paper, which means to turn the land god in the castle into the city god of Yongcheng.
As Ying Zheng kept swinging the green bamboo pen, Ying Zheng’s head was covered with thick purple air, which was transmitted from Ying Zheng’s finger to the white jade paper through the green bamboo pen, and all the fonts written by Ying Zheng were dyed purple.
Half a ring, Ying Zheng stopped his green bamboo pen, picked up the white jade paper and looked at it. Then he lifted a box on the desk and took out a decree from the box. The decree in Ying Zheng’s hand was the national seal of Qin.
Hands to hold the decree, to the middle of the white jade paper, hands pressed down hard, when Ying Zheng lifted the decree, revealing the red seal mark in the middle of the white jade paper, suddenly there was a thunder in the sky, and the thunder came from it in an instant, but for a moment, it rained heavily outside.
Empty Ming ear listening to the thunder outside, the corners of the mouth can’t help but burst into a smile, looking at the white jade paper that constantly emits purple gas on the desk, empty Ming reached out and put the green bamboo pen, the wooden bowl filled with cinnabar ink, and the white jade paper written by Qin Wang was tucked up and put into the sleeve.
Stir the hair, empty Ming shook the dust, stood up, and nodded to Ying Zheng, and took out a Dan medicine with an attractive fragrance from the sleeve and handed it to Ying Zheng.
"This Dan medicine can wash menstruation and cut pulp, and it has the effect of strengthening the body." Say that finish, empty Ming disappeared, leaving only a little light with the fragrance of empty Ming floating in the air.
But don’t say Ying Zheng looked at the hands of Dan medicine in a daze, small world, sitting on WenYu empty Ming looked at the lost index finger’s right hand, there is no fluctuation in the heart, just cover your right hand with sleeves, and then leave it alone. Anyway, as long as you improve your rank once, the lost index finger will grow again, and it doesn’t matter to yourself. It’s worthwhile to exchange your index finger for the calligraphy on the white jade paper.
Take out the white jade paper and look at the purple font on it. I can’t help but laugh lightly, and I feel a burst of joy in my heart.
In this way, we are one step closer to our own layout, and it is time to close the palace when Ying Zheng truly becomes the ancestor of Nine Claws.
Turning thoughts in my heart, I sat on WenYu with an empty plate, silently closed my eyes, and all my hands were gathered in my sleeves. A galaxy-like mind in the purple mansion was slowly turning. After a while, I fell into a world of nothingness and darkness, and learned three scriptures.
Three days later, in Yongcheng, the priest of Yongcheng God, which originally belonged to Zixian, suddenly became someone else, standing outside the temple of the city god, Zixian looked around, ready to see who took over his priest of the city god when he was silent.