I became a mentor to the villains

Chapter 35 Establishment of the New Dynasty

However, he was still a little reconciled, and said: "Then, Master Immortal, if I perform well this time, you can bring me back to the original era in the future, let me arrest Liu Xuan and that Liu Xiu, and all Beheading?"

"Uh, well...let's talk about it later." Le Buqun hemmed and hawed perfunctorily.

The two walked into the palace hall while talking.

Wang Mang was surprised to see that on the special extra-large dragon chair, there was actually a fiery red grass chicken, which was as big as a carriage.

"My God, there really are monsters in this world."

This was the first time Wang Mang saw this kind of exotic bird, and his jaw almost dropped from shock.

Butianji stared at Le Buqun and Wang Mang who walked in with his small eyes, as if he knew the other party's intentions and seemed very angry.

Especially when looking at Le Buqun, its chicken face is very dissatisfied, with resentment and anger.

"Butian chicken, come down, don't be stubborn."

Le Buqun said indifferently: "Your emperor's career is extremely poor, which makes me very dissatisfied. As the saying goes, 'Emperors take turns, and this year is Lao Wang'. It's time to let your junior brother, Lao Wang, try."

However, to Le Buqun's surprise, Butianji turned a deaf ear to his own words.

It didn't move, it was still sitting on the special enlarged dragon chair.

What's more, what surprised him even more was that the fiery red big grass chicken actually spoke, slurred, and only uttered one word - "No!"

Le Buqun's pupils dilated slightly, how did Butianji start talking?

It was mutated from a grass chicken, and it had no potential at all. It was only because the ancestral land of the fire clan was so extraordinary that it could grow to this day.

And this plane is just a world of mortals, with poor aura, far inferior to the ancestral land of the Fire Clan.

However, it has undergone some kind of evolution, and it has begun to speak human words. How is this possible?

No, there must be something strange!

"Stunt—the character recognition of the heavens, activate!"

A circle of colorful light burst out, and in Le Buqun's eyes, the whole world changed drastically.

He was surprised to see that on the top of Butianji, there was actually a faint black halo, although it was only a prototype, it was slowly condensing.

"What's going on here? Is the emperor's position really so magical that he can make a chicken smart?"

Le Buqun murmured to himself, and denied this conjecture.

"No, it should have nothing to do with the throne. It defeated Zhang Yiyin and Wang Yuanqing, the two protagonists of heaven and earth, and seized some heaven and earth luck, so did some changes occur?"

He speculated that the ability of Butian Chicken to open up its intelligence and spit out human words should be related to defeating the protagonist of Heaven and Earth.

"You guessed it right, Master Mentor."

A crystal ball suddenly appeared, which shocked Wang Mang beside him.

It spun and explained patiently: "After the villains of the heavens and the earth kill the protagonist, there is indeed a chance to capture part of the protagonist's luck and undergo some special evolution."

"Well, that makes sense."

Le Buqun nodded, and said to himself: "After all, the villain is the nourishment and stepping stone of the protagonist. After killing the protagonist of the world, it can be regarded as changing his own destiny. This is not easy."

Having said that, when he looked at the Butian chicken on the dragon chair, his eyes were a little gentler.

Le Buqun persuaded him: "Butianji, although you have started to learn to speak now, it can be regarded as an improvement in your cultural level, but it is just... a baby level, and it is still too reluctant to be an emperor."

"Gugu, Gugu." Butianji still didn't move at all, and blurted out a word——

"No!"

This made Le Buqun angry, he rushed up and kicked the big grass chicken.

"Okay, your wings are stiff now, don't you even listen to me?"

However, he was surprised to find that the mending chicken didn't move at all.

"In this plane, the power level is too low, can't you even find a villain who is stronger than a chicken?"

Le Buqun frowned. In this low-level martial arts plane, the Butian Chicken from the Transformation Spirit Realm is considered the biggest villain boss.

And as a lv3 villain mentor, he can project 3% of the power of the strongest villain on his plane.

In other words, even Le Buqun's own strength comes from the Butian Chicken.

Therefore, Le Buqun is very weak now, and only has the fighting power of moving blood.

Although it is more than enough to deal with those great masters, but facing this self-raised chicken in front of him, he is a little helpless.

It was bad, and it took a hit to his ego as an interdimensional god.

Moreover, Le Buqun also saw that after being kicked by himself, the big fiery red grass chicken had a faint anger in its small eyes, with a tyrannical aura.

"Could it be possible, do you still want to rebel?" Le Buqun scolded angrily.

"Goo!" Butianji croaked angrily, but under the backlog of the past mentor's remaining prestige, he could only reluctantly leave the dragon chair.

Le Buqun felt very humiliated, he never thought it would be so troublesome to get a chicken he raised.

But in front of the new student Lao Wang, you can't show it.

So Le Buqun calmed down, and said as calmly as possible: "Okay, old Wang, don't be afraid, your senior brother... it is now in the rebellious stage."

Wang Mang stood aside, looking at the fierce bird that was bigger than the house, still staring at him viciously, couldn't help shivering.

However, he is not an easy character.

I saw that Wang Mang gave a deep salute to the chicken, quite like a great Confucian, I really can't tell that he is a generation of heroes with blood on his hands.

"Senior brother, I am also following the order of Master Immortal Master to ascend the throne. I am really sorry."

"Gu!" The Butian Chicken screamed in grief and anger, it actually flapped its wings, crashed through the ceiling of the palace hall, and flew away directly.

"This pheasant could not fly very far, but after becoming an emperor, it actually learned how to fly."

Le Buqun's eyes widened, and he was full of emotion: "It seems that this ninety-five-year-old is really extraordinary."

Wang Mang on the side was a little embarrassed. He pointed to the large dragon chair with a troubled expression on his face.

"Master Immortal, look, this..."

I saw that the huge dragon chair several feet wide was actually full of chicken feces.

Each ball is the size of a watermelon, which is simply sensational.

Seeing this scene, Le Buqun was also stunned, immediately pinched his nose, and cursed angrily: "Your brother is too rude!"

"Master Immortal, can I change to a dragon chair?" Wang Mang asked helplessly.

However, Le Buqun ignored it.

He pointed to a gap where there was no chicken feces, and said to Wang Mang earnestly: "Old Wang, you see there is an empty seat here, so you can just sit down for a while, let's be emperors, don't be too particular."

Seeing that Wang Mang was still hesitating, Le Buqun went ahead and pushed him onto the dragon chair.

He waved his little hand, and said impatiently: "The soldiers are coming in soon, the enthronement ceremony is about to begin, time is running out, old Wang, don't pick and choose."

Hearing this, Wang Mang was puzzled. The enthronement ceremony is about to begin, shouldn't we pay more attention to the image and clean up the dragon chair?

But seeing the serious expression of the little fairy master, he was suddenly startled, so he had to sit down obediently.

Could it be that Shangxian is deliberately tempering his own mind?

However, when Wang Mang turned his head to look for it, the little fairy master who had seen the head and tail of the dragon had disappeared.

At this moment, the soldiers of the rebel army poured into the palace one after another, all of them looked excited and excited.

"We saw just now that the fierce bird broke through the roof of the palace and flew out. Did it escape in embarrassment?"

"My lord Wang is brave and crowns the world. He is already over fifty years old, and he can still defeat a demonic bird that even the grand master can't deal with!"

And when all the soldiers saw Mr. Wang sitting on the magnificent dragon chair with extraordinary demeanor, they were even more overwhelmed and fell to their knees.

"My lord Wang is the reincarnation of the son of the White Emperor, a man of heaven, destined to restore our Daqing River and Mountain!"

Seeing that everyone lowered their heads and didn't notice the chicken feces on the dragon chair, Wang Mang was very pleased besides being thankful.

"I ascended the throne today because of the invitation of all people, and according to the decree of the temple, I did it as a last resort."

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" All the soldiers shouted the tsunami.

Hearing this familiar voice, Wang Mang enjoyed it very much, and immediately regained the dignity of the superior.

"Everybody loves you, calm down."

Wang Mang's heart was unavoidably excited at this moment, thanks to the promotion of Master Xianshi, his career as emperor has not ended, and he has turned a new page!

……

A few days later, in the capital city, in a certain official residence.

A historian was forced to wear a woman's skirt and kneel in front of a child, trembling all over.

"Master Ruler of the temple, what are your orders." The official's voice was full of fear.

This old man not only occupies a high position, but also records the history of Daqing, and knows many secrets that are unknown.

Just now, he was horrified to learn that the child in front of him was the master of the temple, the hero behind the scenes leading the people of Daqing to overthrow the tyranny.

What's frightening is that the demon boy who came to the capital three months ago to murder the former emperor and support the demon bird to usurp power is also the one in front of him!

No matter whether the other party is willing to admit it or not, the appearance of the two is exactly the same. Now that the veil has been taken off in a grandiose way, is it already disdainful to cover it up?

"Just write as I told you." Le Buqun said majestically.

The historian tremblingly picked up the pen, still hesitating.

The humiliation of being forced to wear a woman's skirt made his old face turn red.

"Why, have you forgotten what I said?"

It was clearly an innocent and innocent child's voice, but the historian felt as if a demon was whispering in his ear.

His back was drenched in cold sweat all of a sudden.

"No, no, no, the words of the Lord Master, the officials will never dare to forget!"

Trembling, the historian picked up the pen and wrote a line crookedly on the history book——

"In the summer of the fourth year of Qingli, the Qin Emperor was tyrannical and innocent. Wang Mang, the Tianmai, came out of the temple, defeated the violent bird, obeyed the destiny, and ascended the throne as emperor... From then on, the name of the country was changed to "Xin"."

When the word "new" was written, the hand of the historian holding the pen trembled violently, and he hesitated for a long time before writing.

"What's wrong?" Le Buqun frowned.

"No... nothing."

The official historian bowed his head in humiliation, with tears in his eyes, and continued to write: "Since the establishment of the new dynasty, the whole world has celebrated together, and all peoples have rushed to tell each other..."

"Wait, why are you crying? This is what Old Wang asked you to write, and I didn't force you to."

Seeing the tearful cheeks of the official historian, Le Buqun was a little dissatisfied.

However, he added another sentence: "Okay, okay, the old king promised you that there will be no shortage of land, gold, silver, and beautiful servants."

Hearing this, the historian's eyes lit up, and he burst into laughter immediately.

However, he immediately felt bad, and wanted to make that tragic expression again.

An old man with a wrinkled face was crying and laughing, and he was still wearing a woman's skirt, which was a bit funny no matter how he looked.

So, Le Buqun leaned on the chair, smiled slightly, and sighed softly:

"History... she is really a little girl who can be dressed up by others."

(End of this chapter)