Chapter 363 Big Lie
"tasty!"
“This is delicious too!”
"Wow, this is so delicious. This is the best meal I have ever eaten!"
"Big brother..., can I come to your house for dinner more often in the future?"
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In Ningxin Garden, the girl faced a table full of delicious food, her cheeks puffed up, and she never stopped eating with her chopsticks.
Over the years, she has traveled all over the country with her grandfather and had to eat on the streets. How could she have ever eaten such delicious food?
Seeing the girl's expectant eyes, Li Nuo smiled and said, "Of course, if you want to eat my food, you can come over anytime and I'll ask the chef to cook for you."
Dongfang Qing nodded and said, "Thank you, big brother!"
Yiren pulled Li Nuo outside, looked back, and asked in surprise: "Why did you bring her back?"
She had met this little girl when she was in Zhao State. The Yin-Yang master at the sixth level was the little girl's grandfather.
Although she is already a master, she is still very wary of the Yin-Yang School who is one level higher than her.
With just a thought, they could turn her from her youth into an old woman.
Li Nuo explained with a smile: "I met her on the street, so I invited her to my home. After all, her grandfather is our matchmaker, so we have to thank him."
Li Nuo used to keep his distance from the Yin-Yang School of the Sixth Realm.
But if you can get in touch with them, it would certainly be a good thing.
The strength of the Yin-Yang School cannot be judged by common sense.
A sixth-level cultivator from any family has the ability to easily kill a sixth-level Yin-Yang family member.
But no strong man can bear the consequences of killing a Yin-Yang master of the same level.
The Yin-Yang family of the sixth level can forcibly empty the lifespan of a strong man of the same level at the cost of his own lifespan.
Even if they could kill the Yin-Yang family, they would only live a few days longer than them.
The most puzzling thing is that the Yin-Yang School can sense their own destiny, and any prior plan will be ineffective for them.
When Confucianists, Legalists, Warriors, Mohists and other schools of thought fight against each other in the same realm, the outcome is unknown, but as long as one of the two is a Yin-Yang school, the only way out is to die together.
The old man has only this one granddaughter.
You can't go wrong by being nice to her.
An hour later, at the gate of Ningxin Garden.
Dongfang Qing was holding a banana and a bulging cloth bag in her hands. She waved to Li Nuo and Yi Ren and said, "Big brother and big sister, goodbye..."
Li Nuo waved his hand and said, "Come again next time..."
The girl nodded vigorously, then turned and left.
Yiren was about to go back when she saw Li Nuo looking at her and asked, "What's wrong?"
Li Nuo shook his head and said, "Nothing."
The ideas of the strategists imply that they will have no effect on those who have higher cultivation than themselves.
Li Nuo's cultivation in the art of diplomacy was only at the peak of the fourth realm. He couldn't even give a hint to Yiren, who was at the fifth realm of martial arts.
Walking back to Ningxin Garden and coming to the baby room, he saw his mother-in-law holding Li Yan and Jia Ren holding Li Nian. Li Nuo walked over, took his daughter from Jia Ren's hands, and rocked her gently.
The beauty looked at Li Nuo, pursed her lips, and suddenly had the urge to kiss him on the face, but after looking at her mother, she still did nothing.
Not long after, Li Nuo walked out of the baby room. Judging from the beauty's micro-movements, mental suggestion is useful for people in the same situation, but the effect is not obvious.
He had just hinted to Yiren and Jiaren to kiss him, but Yiren did not react at all. Although Jiaren had some reaction, given her personality, she would definitely not do that when her mother-in-law was present.
It can be seen that although the diplomats can influence people of the same level, the suggested behavior must be reasonable and must comply with the original character of the person being influenced.
Song Muer was playing shuttlecock in the yard alone. She waved to Li Nuo and said, "Brother Li Nuo, let's play chess!"
As he had nothing to do at the moment, Li Nuo played Go with Mu'er for a while. After a while, Ning'er also came over to join in the fun.
When Li Nuo and Ning'er went down, Mu'er stood beside him and watched. At a certain moment, she suddenly leaned over and gave Li Nuo a light kiss on the face.
Song Ning'er was stunned and immediately asked, "Song Mu'er, what are you doing!"
Song Muer glanced at her and said, "I just want to kiss Brother Li Nuo, what's wrong?"
Song Ning'er immediately ran over and said, "Then I want a kiss too!"
Without waiting for Li Nuo's consent, she kissed Li Nuo on the other side of his face.
Li Nuo gently touched their heads and said, "You two can play. Brother still has some things to do."
Through his practice, Li Nuo came to the conclusion that the ideological suggestions of the strategists are of little use to those of the same level, but when the opponent's cultivation is far lower than one's own, it can be a dimensionality reduction attack.
Mu'er and Ning'er's strength has reached the peak of the second level of martial arts, but they still have no ability to resist this.
If they are like this, let alone ordinary people.
It's no wonder that people hate strategists. If they use this ability to satisfy their own selfish desires, there will be no women they can't pursue, and no mother-in-law they can't handle. It can even be the other way around...
A high-level strategist can use this ability to stir up trouble in the court and manipulate all the civil and military officials, including the emperor, at his fingertips.
Even the entire continent is just their chess game.
Confucianism and the School of Diplomacy, one is respected by everyone, the other is hated by everyone, but if the two are combined, it can produce unexpected results.
Li Nuo opened the books that Zuo Xiang had given him, took a piece of paper from the table, picked up a pen and began to write...
At this time, on the streets of Chang'an.
Dongfang Qing walked to the fortune-telling stall and saw that Grandpa was already sitting there. Several people were queuing up, waiting for him to tell their fortunes.
She stuck out her tongue and stood beside him. The fortune teller didn't say anything.
As if she had thought of something, she took out an orange from her bag, peeled a slice of the orange, put it into the fortune-teller's mouth, and said, "Grandpa, try it. The fruits in my big brother's house are delicious..."
The fortune-teller sighed and said, "You are so fond of playing and eating. When will you be able to inherit the Yin-Yang magic of our Dongfang family?"
The girl argued, "I didn't go there to play. My elder brother has some ancient books on Yin-Yang magic at home. I went there to learn. If you don't believe me, just look!"
As she spoke, she took out a yellowed book from her small bag.
This book was lent to her by her older brother, who said she could return it to him after she finished reading it.
The fortune teller took the book casually. The book looked very tattered, without even a cover, and there were some missing pages at the front and back. The whole book exuded an ancient flavor. He counted with his fingers and found that the book was more than hundreds of years old.
He glanced at the contents of the book for a few seconds and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
This is indeed a book on Yin-Yang techniques. It records a lot of ancient Yin-Yang techniques that even he does not understand.
This is also normal. The Yin-Yang School is passed down through the family. Many Yin-Yang families have disappeared in the long river of history, and along with them, some unique secret techniques have also disappeared.
Hundreds of years have passed, and later Yin-Yang masters have continuously improved and supplemented the ancient Yin-Yang techniques. Some of the secret techniques recorded in this ancient book have been replaced by new Yin-Yang techniques, but some are quite inspiring for current Yin-Yang techniques.
Seeing her grandfather absorbed in reading the book, the girl smiled and said, "I didn't lie to you this time, did I?"
The fortune teller did not respond to her, his eyes fixed on a blank page in the book.
It is very strange that a blank page appears inexplicably in the middle of a book.
But in the eyes of this old fortune teller, this page is not blank.
Someone has concealed the secret for this page of the book.
Ordinary people cannot see the contents of this page. Only those with the sixth level of cultivation can see through the secrets of heaven and see the contents of this page.
Anyone who possesses this kind of means must be a Yin-Yang master of the sixth realm.
This page records a secret technique of Yin-Yang School.
A method of prolonging life.
As a Yin-Yang master of the sixth level, Dongfang Xuan knew better than anyone that there was no such thing as a way to prolong life in this world. Even for them, they could only give up their own lifespan in order to prolong the lifespan of others.
Although that boy is weird, his extra life span didn't come out of thin air.
For every day he lives longer, another prisoner loses at least a year.
The life-extending technique recorded on this page is essentially to prolong one's own life by stealing the lifespan of others, but the process is extremely vicious and cruel.
The Yin-Yang School uses human essence and blood as a guide to refine longevity elixirs, which, when taken, can extend one's lifespan and return one to youth.
The essence and blood used in this longevity elixir is not from ordinary people, but from royal descendants.
The saying that the royal family carries the destiny of a country and that their essence and blood contain a special power sounds very serious.
If you are not well versed in the art of yin and yang, you may be deceived by this statement.
But as a Yin-Yang master of the sixth realm, Dongfang Xuan can be sure that this is complete nonsense!
Even the ancient Yin-Yang magic could not have such a miraculous power.
The person who compiled this book has ulterior motives!
Although we don’t know what his real purpose is, if a strong person really believes in this book, the royal children of various countries will be in trouble.
They couldn't do anything to the emperor himself, but other royal family members other than the emperor had no way to survive.
Even more so, if the deadline of the sixth realm is really approaching, in desperation, they may join forces to attack the emperors of various countries.
After all, according to the description of this secret technique, the emperor of a country is the one with the greatest luck, and their essence and blood are the best material for longevity pills.
Especially the emperors of the five dynasties. Killing them could at least extend their life by several decades and give them a glimmer of hope for a breakthrough.
Once the emperors of various countries are killed, their countries will exist in name only. In a short period of time, even if a new emperor succeeds to the throne, he will not be able to have the cultivation level of the old emperor. At that time, the continent will inevitably be in a bloody storm again...
He suddenly realized something.
Could it be that this is the reason why so many of Daxia’s dignitaries were assassinated?
He counted on his fingers, but found nothing.
There is no doubt that a strong man of the same level as him intervened in this matter.
He looked at the ancient book in his hand and always felt that something was wrong.
After careful investigation, his eyes suddenly widened.
This is not an ancient book!
Someone used Yin-Yang magic on this book, and forcibly created the illusion that hundreds of years had passed. The other party's counterfeiting method was so realistic that he almost fooled him!
How could there be such a sinister guy!
If everyone believed in this book, who would dare to be emperor?
In order to achieve immortality, royal families from all countries will become targets of hunting by the powerful.
Especially in those small countries, the monarchs have only just entered the fifth realm of cultivation.
If one person becomes emperor, the whole clan will die.
The fortune teller's face gradually became solemn. A person with this ability was definitely not an ordinary person. He took so much effort to make up such a huge lie. What was his intention?
Daxia.
The Imperial Palace.
Inside a deep and secluded palace, Emperor Xia put down the yellowed book in his hand, took out a milky white porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a blood-red pill from it, and swallowed it into his stomach.
As the pill took his mouth, a strand of white hair on his temple gradually turned black.
Jinyang.
Wang family.
The head of the Wang family hurriedly stepped into a yard and knocked on the door of a thatched hut.
"Come in."
An old voice came from behind the door. The head of the Wang family carefully pushed the door open and walked in. He said to an old man with white hair and beard, "Grandfather, a few days ago, a younger generation in the family spent a lot of money to find an ancient book. The great-great-grandson found that there was something strange about this book, so he came to ask the ancestor to take a look..."
He took out a yellowed ancient book from his arms and handed it over respectfully.
The old man opened the book, which was an ancient book describing the art of Yin and Yang. He did not understand the art and did not care about it at first, but when he turned to the blank page of the book, his eyes moved slightly.
The head of the Wang family noticed something strange about the old ancestor and asked, "Old ancestor, this book..."
The old man's eyes dimmed and he shook his head, "Nonsense, what longevity pill? I have lived for over a hundred years and I have never heard of it. How can royal blood have such an effect?"
After listening to the old ancestor, the head of the Wang family seemed to realize something. His eyes suddenly focused and he looked at the white-haired old man and said slowly: "Old ancestor, in the past six months, no less than a hundred people in the Li royal family have died..."
He swallowed and continued, "Your Majesty should have reached the end of his life, but every time he appears in the past few years, he seems to have regained his youth. Everyone knows that Your Majesty is practicing the art of immortality, but no one knows how he does it. Could it be..."
The white-haired old man's eyes flashed with two sharp rays, and he stood up suddenly: "What did you say!"
Zhao State.
The Imperial Master's Mansion.
The skinny old man put down the yellowed book in his hand, shook his head and said, "This book was made old by the Yin-Yang School. There is no such thing as a longevity pill in this world. Although there are records of longevity pills in ancient Yin-Yang techniques, it was also the Yin-Yang School that pinned their lifespans on the pills. There is no such thing as using the royal family's essence and blood to prolong life..."
The Zhao Emperor said, "How can we explain the death of the Xia nobles and the rejuvenation of the Xia emperor?"
The skinny old man's lips moved, which he really couldn't explain.
Could it be that the ancient Yin-Yang school was really able to refine elixirs with the blood of royal family, but the technique was lost?
But if that is the case, why would this person create a fake ancient book?
Looking at the "ancient book" in his hand, he smelled a strong smell of conspiracy.
If this matter were to spread widely, the royal families of all countries would be in danger. Once the royal family changes, changes would inevitably occur within the country, and it would even affect the entire continent, completely changing the continent's structure...
Although he couldn't figure out anything, if nothing unexpected happened, it must be the strategist who wanted to cause chaos in the world who made the move...
Wei State.
Capital city.
At a certain antique book stall, a nobleman picked up a yellowed ancient book from the stall and asked, "How much is this book?"
Seeing that he seemed very interested, the stall owner rolled his eyes and said, "Young master, you have good eyesight. This is an old book from hundreds of years ago. It records many lost ancient Yin-Yang techniques. It is the only one in the world. If you really like it, I will sell it to you for one hundred taels of silver..."
A moment later, in a luxurious mansion, the nobleman looked at an old man and asked, "Grandfather, does the longevity elixir really exist?"
The old man's eyes moved. Although he had doubts about the content of the book, how could he explain what happened to the Emperor of Daxia?
Could it be that...
Ningguo.
Ningguo was just a small country. Even the Emperor of Ningguo, who was the ruler of a country, had only reached the fifth level of cultivation.
However, although Ningguo is a small country, it has a good location. It is far away from the center of the continent, located at the junction of the two big countries of Qi and Zhao, and adjacent to another small country, Shengguo. It has been living in peace in a corner for hundreds of years, while paying tribute to both Qi and Zhao, and has been stable for hundreds of years.
But in recent days, the Ningguo royal family, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, has been frightened and unable to sleep day and night.
I don't know when a rumor began to spread in the country.
It is said that the blood of the royal family can be used to refine longevity pills. Ningguo is not as powerful as the five dynasties. A family from the five dynasties can destroy Ningguo. If someone believes this, the royal family of Ningguo will be in extremely dangerous situation.
No matter which family the sixth realm is from, they can easily slaughter the entire royal family of Ningguo.
In front of big countries and those strong people, the royal families of small countries have no dignity at all.
Inside the palace, Emperor Ningguo and several princes were having an intense discussion.
"What can I do?"
"It's not just our Ning State, there are also similar rumors in Qi and Zhao..."
"No one would believe such an outrageous rumor, right?"
"But how do we explain the matter of the Emperor of Daxia?"
"If it really doesn't work, I can give up the throne. If it can save my family, it doesn't matter if I give up the throne."
"If that day really comes, I'm afraid no one will dare to sit on the throne..."
"I can't care about so much. I can tell which is more important, the throne or the lives of my entire family..."
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Daxia.
Chang'an.
Two large umbrellas were put up by a river outside the city.
The two teams of guards stood not far behind the umbrella. A float in the river tapped lightly a few times and then suddenly sank into the water. Prince Chun raised his hand and raised the rod. He caught a big fish and put it into the fish basket.
He showed a happy expression on his face, walked to another umbrella beside him, and said with a smile: "I have developed a new bait. Today, I will definitely catch more fish than you..."
As Prince Chun was talking, his brows suddenly frowned, and he looked at a strand of silver hair on Li Xuanjing's temples and said, "Xuanjing, why do you have white hair?"
Li Xuanjing looked at the float that rose and fell slightly with the river water and chuckled, "Isn't it very common for people to have white hair as they get older?"
Prince Chun frowned even more deeply and said, "You are overworked. You have to take care of the Dali Temple and the Mingjing Division. I have advised you many times to share the official duties, but you just won't listen..."
Li Xuanjing smiled and said nothing.
Prince Chun stood beside him, thinking for a long time, and murmured, "I heard from people that the blood of the royal family can be made into elixirs that can make people rejuvenate. How about I draw some blood for you?"
(End of this chapter)
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