Cultivation No.1 Dating Agency

The imperial mausoleum, designed and built by the founding emperor Qing'an himself, contains 81 sets of formations and [-] types of hidden weapons, and it is impossible for Bai Ji to have an impression of every one of them.

And he will remember the formation just now because Emperor Qing'an mentioned it with a smile at that time.

"Borrowed an old friend's formation to play," Emperor Qing'an pinched his nose with his hands, and said to the elegant woman who was holding Bai Ji at the time, "If he finds out about this, I'm afraid it will be a big deal again." Should be annoyed."

Bai Ji always thought that this old friend was the same person as the "he" in Emperor Qing'an's mouth, but... he glanced at Hu Chi, who was smiling but obviously not in a good mood, and probably knew that Hu Chi was not what his father said that old friend.

But judging from their father's attitude, the relationship between the two has a kind of intimacy.

However, Bai Ji didn't want to ask, not just because Hu Chi would just continue to make up lies full of loopholes if he asked, but also because of the rejection deep in his heart.

His mysterious father, who had a group of strange friends, made him not want to think deeply.

"The formation just now, if it wasn't for Xiuxiu and senior brother, I don't know what the consequences would be." Luo Xin still feels a little scared when he thinks of the steps that extend into the darkness, and even has a very serious attitude towards the national teacher who led them in. Indifferently, "I don't know why the national teacher didn't say a word about this formation when he invited us in."

"The structure inside the imperial tomb is complicated, and the crown prince and I just stayed at the entrance." The national teacher did not change his expression, "Now we have to go deep into the interior of the imperial tomb to find the prince's tomb."

"Prince?" Luo Xin, who didn't expect to come out like this, stopped immediately, "Why are we so free..."

"Luo Xin, shut up." Bai Ji interrupted him with a frown.

Luo Xin still wanted to know the reason stubbornly: "Brother, this..."

"You child." Old Gui smiled and shook his head, "Don't you know that your elder brother is the prince? He is the eldest son of Emperor Qing'an."

After Elder Gui said this, except for Hu Chi and the national teacher who had known about it for a long time, everyone else present widened their eyes.When Luo Xin turned his head to look at Bai Ji, he almost turned his head off. He opened his mouth wide and looked at Bai Ji, but he didn't say a word for a long time.

Bai Ji didn't explain or admit directly, he slightly raised his chin to Luo Xin: "Keep an eye on the road."

"My senior brother, no." Luo Xin frowned, his face full of confusion, "How can my senior brother be a prince? He was adopted by my father and grew up on Wudao Mountain since he was a child..."

"Emperor Qing'an has only two sons," Gui Lao explained slowly, "The eldest son was weak and sick at the age of three, so he was accepted as an apprentice by the sword cultivator who traveled here. The second son, who was one year younger than him, died shortly after he was born."

"After the young prince died and the eldest prince left home again, the empress was worried that she would become seriously ill. At that time, Emperor Qing'an recruited famous doctors from all over the world and promised generous rewards. At that time, I was just a daring Jindan ghost cultivator. I just thought that if I could bring the prince back from the dead, maybe the empress would recover from her illness."

Remembering the absurd thoughts at that time, Gui Lao shook his head and chuckled.

"I thought all of this was too simple. It is so easy to be resurrected after death. What's more, the soul of the little prince had already entered the reincarnation and could not be found. I also used a crooked brain, causing The soul of a child who died not long ago entered the body of the little prince."

When Gui Lao said this, he paused slightly.

At that time, he thought that Emperor Qing'an was just a mortal emperor, no matter how much he was praised by the world, he was just a mortal. No one in the cultivation world could see the flaws in his technique of drawing souls into the body and bringing them back to life.

However, when he carried the crying little prince to the palace, Emperor Qing'an saw it right away.

"A fake is a fake." At that time, Emperor Qing'an lost his life in exchange for someone's life, and his face was pale.The words that came out were calm and powerful, "I can't deceive myself like this just because of a surface."

At that time, Gui Lao still couldn't understand the meaning of Emperor Qing'an's words, and he didn't really understand until after his wife passed away unexpectedly.

Gui Lao held the hand of the bone girl behind him, concealed the story, and said lightly: "Later, Emperor Qing'an found out, and he adopted the child to his brother with the same surname, and became the prince's son."

Bai Wenlin stopped abruptly.

Gui Lao didn't seem to notice, he stretched out his hand and pushed open the door in front of which the golden paint had already faded, and moved sideways to make way: "It should be here."

The prince's tomb is not with the emperor, but they are always buried with gold, silver and jasper, but the tomb that appeared in front of them is not quite like what they imagined.

Inside the huge tomb, there was only a small and exquisite wooden coffin.

"Are you still going to see it?"

It was only when Hu Chi's voice came from his ear that Bai Ji realized that he was already standing at the door of the tomb, while Bai Wenlin had already walked to the side of the wooden coffin, and the national teacher was watching quietly from a step behind him.

"Forget it." Bai Ji shook his head, "It was nothing at all."

He had wondered whether Bai Wenlin was really his younger brother before, but now it seemed that the child who died young had no idea whose family he was reincarnated into.

Hu Chi patted Bai Ji's shoulder. He didn't know why, but he always felt that Bai Ji should be uncomfortable now.Although he didn't mention it, he could guess from the excitement when he saw the identical jade pendant that he should very much hope that his brother is still alive.

"Brother who looks silly like that, we actually don't need it." Hu Chi anxiously thought about the words of comfort, "Besides, even if you don't have a younger brother, don't you still have many people who care about you? Luo Xin, who is always talking An unreliable master, a junior who raised an eagle, a bunch of juniors and sisters I have never seen before..."

"I'll see you one by one when I have time." Bai Ji patted the hand on his shoulder that he was afraid of. He didn't know whether it was on purpose or what, and said softly with some regret, "But I will never be in this world again." I have no real relatives."

"Nonsense." Hu Chi blurted out, but immediately realized something and shut up.

"Do you want to say that you are?" Bai Ji chuckled, with a small, invisible arc still on the corner of his mouth, which was smoothed out in an instant, "If I still have any relatives now, I'm afraid the only ones left are Taoist companions."

Hu Chi twitched the corner of his mouth: "... Taoist couple are talking nonsense."

Your own father is still watching jokes in the heaven, your adoptive father!Lao Tzu is the adoptive father who stood in front of you and raised you for the sixth life!

Also Taoist.

Hu Chi took his hand off Bai Ji's shoulder and hugged it with the other hand.

Taoist.

With a daughter-in-law, I forgot my mother... Bah, I forgot my father... Bah, where is the daughter-in-law!

Could it be that Bai Ji is looking for a wife... no, a Taoist companion?

Oh.

Hu Chi glanced at him sideways, and slowly adjusted his eyes under Bai Ji's gaze.

"are you……"

"I am the emperor? How is this possible!"

Before Hu Chi finished speaking, he was interrupted by Bai Wenlin's shout, and he looked over with the same doubts as Luo Xin and the others.

Bai Ji still showed his incompatibility at this time.

"What were you trying to say just now?"

"What?" Hu Chi shrugged his shoulders, "I didn't want to say anything, what happened to their master and apprentice?"

"The crown prince doesn't have the real dragon Ziqi, and he can't control the longan. The national teacher calculated that Bai Wenlin has the real dragon Ziqi." Bai Ji didn't go into the half of what Hu Chi said before, but explained the current situation, "I started to think that Because he is my brother, but now it seems that he is not."

Hu Chi thought for a while: "The national teacher also suspected that he was your brother before?"

Bai Ji recalled what the national teacher said when he met with him before, shook his head and said, "Probably not, when I talked to him before, he just said that his apprentice is the nephew of Emperor Qing'an."

This made Hu Chi even more puzzled: "Then since he doesn't know, and the real dragon Ziqi can't just catch someone casually, is it just based on calculations, how could it be calculated suddenly?"

"The Taiyi of the National Teacher is considered a state matter, and it has always been very accurate and should not be wrong." Bai Ji said calmly, "As for the reason..."

Bai Ji stopped suddenly, but Hu Chi still looked blank, "What's the reason?"

"Little nephew Bai."

Bai Ji didn't answer Hu Chi's question, but turned to look at Gui Lao who was speaking.

Gui Lao was still smiling, and he didn't feel embarrassed even when facing Bai Ji's expressionless face.At this time, he even made a gesture of 'please' to Bai Ji: "At the time of the country's rise and fall, I don't know if little nephew Bai is willing to do his part for the country that his father has conquered?"

Hu Chi popped a head from behind Bai Ji, and asked curiously, "Could it be possible that Bai Ji is still the emperor?"

"In the early years, I accidentally learned of a formation." The answer to this question was the national teacher who was looking at Bai Wenlin. "Although this formation is not on the table, it is a last resort at this time."

Probably seeing that Bai Wenlin was frightened by his gaze, the national teacher turned his head to look at Bai Ji, and said in a deep voice: "This formation is a method of borrowing luck, and it can only be borrowed by direct blood relatives, and it can only be borrowed for 30 years. After 30 years, the grandson of the emperor will be ready to take the throne."

The national teacher missed Bai Ji's cold gaze slightly, and continued, "Your fellow Daoist Bai is the most affluent guest of the real dragon Ziqi in this world."

After the national teacher finished speaking, everyone including Hu Chi was waiting for Bai Ji's reaction.

Bai Ji just said three words softly: "No wonder."

No wonder the national teacher made friends with him everywhere after meeting him for the first time.

This person he once thought was a friend, but it was only because of his identity and the messy purple on his body...

"Is that formation dangerous?"

Hu Chi spoke suddenly.

"Will people die? Will your apprentice or Bai Ji die because of this formation?"

"...I have never tried this formation." The national teacher almost exposed the doubts on his face, ruining his calm and unchanging image in front of outsiders, "but this formation is not only borrowed from some white ways The purple qi on You is not a serious problem."

"Oh," Hu Chi bumped Bai Ji's shoulder, "Then you can borrow it."

The author has something to say: I have a back pain recently, and it feels like I was cut in half with an axe. My mother must have said that it was because of me sitting on the bed typing, and asked me to exercise for an hour after dinner every night.

I just want to sleep after my workout and cover my face.

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