I don’t know when clouds and fog began to fall in Guanyun City.
Fu Xiaoguan got up early this morning. He stood in the mist in the yard, thinking that he should continue practicing the Nine Yang Heart Sutra.
But just as he sat down cross-legged, he saw two people walking down from the sky in the thick fog.
Bei Wangchuan drew his bow and arrow at that moment, and the man in the air also spoke at this moment, "Stop shooting randomly, it's me!"
Bei Wangchuan put away his bow, and Fu Xiaoguan raised his head with a look of joy on his face.
Fatty!
There was another person walking along with the fat man, his name was Ji Yungui.
Fu Xiaoguan was slightly startled, and the fat man and Ji Yungui came in front of him.
Fu Xiaoguan was not very familiar with Ji Yungui. Even if it was the Spring Thunder Plan this time, if it weren't for the fat man's handwriting, he would never have trusted this unfamiliar person.
From a national perspective, this Spring Thunder Plan was undoubtedly a huge success. However, from Fu Xiaoguan's personal perspective, the plan was a complete failure.
So the look he gave Ji Yungui was not friendly. Ji Yungui seemed to understand. He stood in front of Fu Xiaoguan with a solemn expression and bowed respectfully:
"The servant greets the master!"
Fu Xiaoguan was stunned. Ji Yungui didn’t say "see the emperor", but "master" - how did I become your master?
Ji Yungui's waist was still bent. He continued, "Back in the deep Min Mountains, I was your servant. It was then, it is now, and it will be in the future."
"My lady saved my life and gave me a chance. She once told me that if I passed away, the only person I would be loyal to in this world would be my master."
"My lady's death is not what I wish for, but I am willing to accept my master's wrath and any punishment."
Fu Xiaoguan looked at the fat man, and the fat man nodded slightly.
"sit."
"Thank you, Master."
Ji Yungui sat across from Fu Xiaoguan. Fu Xiaoguan took out the thin copy of "Nan Ke Ji" from his sleeve pocket and threw it in front of Ji Yungui. "What's going on?"
Ji Yungui only glanced at the cover. "The young lady wrote this when she was bored in Minshan. She said... this is a historical prophecy."
"How does she know this history?"
"Because the young lady was the Grand Elder of Cemen at that time."
"Should the Grand Elder of Cemen know this?"
"No, it was because of this prophecy that the young lady became the Grand Elder of Cemen."
There was no difference between saying it and not saying it. Ji Yungui then added, "I think... Miss has read this part of history before."
"Then how come she didn't know she would die in the border town?"
Fu Xiaoguan's voice was a little loud, full of accusation. Ji Yungui was silent for a few breaths, "This servant thinks that either the young lady has only read this small piece of history, or... maybe the young lady is not dead."
"What did you say?"
Fu Xiaoguan suddenly stood up and said, "She died in my arms! How could this be fake?"
Ji Yungui spoke again, "In the spring of the fiftieth year of Taihe, the young lady also died in front of me. Cai Xi, the old shopkeeper of Yu Fu Ji, can testify to this."
"The young lady was personally built and buried by Cai Xi and I. She joined Ce Sect for two reasons: one was the sect's secret technique, the Turtle Breathing Technique, and the other was the sect's sacred artifact... the Cicada Cloth."
"There were three of these cicada clothes, one of which was on Emperor Wen's body. Therefore, Emperor Wen should have died at the hands of Fan Wuxiang, but he survived by using the cicada clothes, extending his lifespan by several days. He finally died at the end of the Spring Thunder Project."
"Young lady is different. Young lady is already a Saint. Moreover, young lady has a cicada robe on her body... Jia Nanxing gave one to the master back then. Young lady asked him to give it to you."
"Since the young lady has one, she can definitely withstand Fan Wuxiang's attack."
These words caused a storm in Fu Xiaoguan's heart.
He still wears that cicada coat to this day, but he never imagined that this magical object was given to him by his mother.
If what Ji Yungui said was true, then my mother could indeed withstand Fan Wuxiang's dying attack by wearing this cicada skirt.
It's just… "Why would she do that?"
This time, Ji Yungui was silent even longer, and the fat man sitting on the side had his eyes wide open.
He didn't know, and it was unbelievable to hear it now.
"Perhaps, the young lady has something more important to worry about. She needs to die again."
"Let's go to the Imperial Mausoleum!"
The most important thing now is to confirm whether the mother is really dead or just faking her death!
The four of them left in a hurry. Since Xu Yunqing needed to die again, this matter could not be known to anyone, so Fu Xiaoguan did not even take Liu Jin with him.
The one-hour journey felt to Fu Xiaoguan like half a century.
The three of them rode in a carriage, and the driver was Bei Wangchuan.
Inside the carriage, Fu Xiaoguan looked at Ji Yungui and asked, "Do you know where my mother got this poem from Nan Ke Ji?"
"I don't know, but Miss seems to be able to do it."
Ji Yungui recalled for a moment, "It was around the 40th year of the Taihe era. When the young lady was 15, she joined the Moon Worship Sect and became the Grand Elder of the Ce Sect. It was in Minshan at the time, and I personally ground ink for her. She wrote the words 'Nan Ke Ji' on the cover of this booklet, and told me that Nan Ke was just a dream, and I couldn't tell whether it was real or not."
"I don't understand. The young lady also said: In this vast sea of humans, there are always some interesting things and interesting people. For example, some people are born with knowledge, and some people are reborn."
"I still don't understand. The young lady said that knowing nothing is best. Then she wrote that poem in this booklet. She said... this poem was written by her future son. It's too mysterious for me to understand."
"But now I understand. Since my master is the best writer in the world, it's not surprising that he wrote that poem."
Fu Xiaoguan was shocked again. "But she was only fifteen at that time. I wasn't even born yet. How did she know this poem?"
“Maybe this is innate knowledge.”
The fat man was a little surprised, because his senior brother Su Changsheng once mentioned that Fu Xiaoguan might have been born with knowledge.
How come Xu Yunqing now seems to be born with knowledge?
Who the hell is the one who is born with knowledge?
The fat man felt a little confused, but Ji Yungui looked at him at this time, his face extremely serious, his voice very low and serious: "If the young lady is really not dead, please don't tell Su Changsheng about this matter!"
The fat man was startled, and then his mind cleared up. He opened his mouth and said, "What? My senior brother... is there something wrong?"
"In the border town, he was half a step late."
"But didn't Gao Xian say that Emperor Wen didn't tell Su Changsheng?"
"Gao Xian lied because the master is the child of Emperor Wen and the young lady. Emperor Wen's plan this time is precisely to create a great empire for the young master, and he will definitely not let the most crucial link go wrong."
Fu Xiaoguan was also shocked...Master?
"What's the point of him doing this?"
Ji Yungui shook his head, "I'm afraid only the young lady knows."
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