Chapter 775 The Imperial Advisor is Stunningly Beautiful (Part 2)
"Oh my god, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please come down quickly, be careful not to fall."
Yuan Yan's personal eunuch cried out anxiously, "Grand Preceptor, come down quickly! Release His Majesty!"
Before he could finish speaking, Ning Yan had already picked up the emperor and placed him on the sword that was already hovering. "Why did you come up here too? Should I put you down?"
At this moment, Yuan Yan's heart was pounding. He had previously doubted the Grand Preceptor's abilities, but today she had personally witnessed a miracle. The Grand Preceptor was truly a divine being!
"No, I won't go down. Imperial Advisor, take me with you!"
Ning Yan said helplessly, "Alright, let's go then."
After saying that, the great black sword shot off like a meteor towards the southwest and disappeared in the blink of an eye from the sight of the palace servants.
"My God, am I seeing things? The Imperial Advisor can fly!"
"The Emperor has flown away with the Imperial Advisor!"
"They won't fall from the sky, will they? Will they be alright?"
Eunuch He was more anxious than anyone else.
He was the emperor's personal eunuch, but now the emperor had been taken away by the imperial advisor without even a guard. If something happened to the emperor, his head might not be enough to be chopped off!
Many people in the palace witnessed what had just happened, and they discussed it amongst themselves, whether they knew them or not. Even the Empress Dowager, who lived deep within the Cining Palace, heard about it.
"What? Say it again."
"I heard from the palace maids below that the Imperial Advisor pulled the Emperor onto a black sword that could grow larger. After exchanging a few words, the two of them vanished in a flash!"
The Empress Dowager is actually only forty-two years old this year, not old at all. It's just that the late emperor passed away last year, and she had to observe mourning for him, so she dressed in an older style, making her look ten years older.
"I remember the old Grand Preceptor didn't have such great abilities."
The Empress Dowager's personal nanny exclaimed excitedly, "Who says otherwise! No wonder the old Grand Preceptor insisted on recommending his own daughter before his ascension. It turns out the new Grand Preceptor is even more capable than the old one!"
"Ha, it really does prove the saying 'the student surpasses the master.'"
The two of them were so preoccupied with their fantastical abilities that they completely forgot to care about the emperor's safety.
Ning Yan controlled the flying sword to fly in the sky. Occasionally, people on the road below would look up and see a large bird, or two large birds, flying overhead. Yuan Yan was very excited, but he tried hard to control his emotions, afraid that he would lose control and shout out the next second.
“If you think it’s too fast, I can slow it down a bit. The sword is big enough, and you don’t need to stand all the time. You can sit down.”
She added an isolation array to the two of them, so they wouldn't be blown away by the wind no matter how fast they went; they were very stable.
Yuan Yan: ...He doesn't want to.
He was, after all, an emperor, and he still had to maintain his image.
"No need, you can be even faster."
Ning Yan: "Really? Then I'll speed up, otherwise at this speed we won't be back for an hour."
"...Really! Go as fast as you want, I'm fine!" He said this, but his hand secretly grabbed Ning Yan's white Taoist robe.
The black sword's speed increased several times over, and in a flash, it flew dozens of miles.
Yuan Yan narrowed his eyes. He could still look at the scenery below before, but now he suddenly felt dizzy and dared not look down anymore.
About 15 minutes later, Ning Yan's flying sword finally stopped in the side room where the original owner of the body lived in Baiyun Temple.
There are three people in this Taoist temple: an old abbot who took care of the original owner of the body as he grew up, the original owner of the body, and an orphan whom the old abbot took in and who is responsible for cleaning the temple every day.
The two should be having lunch at this time. Ning Yan didn't intend to scare them, so she didn't go to see them.
After the two disembarked from their flying swords, Ning Yan quickly unlocked the study. The original owner had rarely entered this room, and had only flipped through a few books before abandoning them.
Ning Yan originally thought that the old Taoist priest left behind books related to physiognomy and fortune-telling, but that was not the case. Most of the books here were classics from various schools of thought, with only a small portion being books related to physiognomy and fortune-telling.
I picked up a copy of Mencius and flipped through it. The book was quite old, and every page was covered with densely written annotations in small characters.
No wonder he served as the imperial advisor for decades without being beheaded by the old emperor; he truly has a wealth of knowledge.
Ning Yan was beginning to understand what the old man meant.
If she truly understands the contents of these books, even if she doesn't know how to predict fate, she will be more than capable of protecting herself.
The emperor was very surprised. "Is this all you want? What books can't I find in my study?" And how am I supposed to carry so many books?
He found out very quickly.
"Yes, these are the most precious things my father left me."
With a wave of his hand, all the books, along with a bookshelf the size of an entire wall, vanished from sight.
emperor:……
Ning Yan quickly finished packing her things. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"
"Hmm, is the Imperial Advisor calling me?"
“I said, we can go back now. If we linger any longer, our lunch will get cold.”
It's late September, and even at midday, the temperature is still quite low.
"Okay, let's go then," Yuan Yan replied, his mind still foggy.
Half an hour later, the two landed safely in front of Ning Yan's palace.
Meanwhile, the area was filled with palace servants and guards, some in the light, some in the shadows, some partially hidden. As soon as Yuan Yan jumped off his flying sword, Eunuch He rushed over. If he hadn't been intimidated by the Emperor's imposing presence, he would have been ready to hug the Emperor and cry his heart out.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you're finally back! This servant was so worried!"
Yuan Yan flicked his sleeve and put one hand behind his back. "Look at your pathetic self. With the Imperial Advisor by my side, what do you have to worry about?"
He Gonggong thought to himself that he was worried because he was with the Imperial Advisor.
The Imperial Advisor is so powerful; if she were to strike the Emperor, they wouldn't know where to find his body.
"Yes, yes, yes, I was just worrying unnecessarily. The Imperial Advisor is incredibly powerful. With her around, His Majesty is naturally very safe."
"Alright, Grand Preceptor is hungry. Quickly send someone to serve him a meal. Now that the excitement is over, let everyone disperse."
After he finished speaking, he carefully glanced at the Imperial Advisor's expression. Seeing that she did not object, he secretly felt a surge of joy.
"Yes, yes, I'll go right away."
Soon, palace maids carrying the food filed in, and one exquisite dish after another was placed on the table.
The emperor's meals consisted of more than forty dishes each time, and with the original owner's twelve dishes, one table simply couldn't hold them all.
At the dinner table, Ning Yan, who always believed in not speaking while eating or sleeping, was frequently asked questions.
"Imperial Preceptor, what is the name of the flying technique you used today?"
"That's not a cultivation technique, that's a skill called flying on a sword."
"What about those bookshelves that disappeared?"
"That's called 'a universe hidden in one's sleeve'."
"May I learn the Taoist techniques used by the Imperial Preceptor?"
Ning Yan said, "That depends on whether you have spiritual roots. If you do, then it's fine; if not, then it won't work." This world has spiritual energy!
Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to fly on a sword.
"Then how can we tell if I have spiritual roots?"
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