The personal sycophant of the villainous empress

He held the black-robed man's hand affectionately and said, "Now that I have been invited by destiny, why shouldn't I not respond? You and I brothers are conspiring together to achieve great things, and the overthrow of the great merchants is just around the corner!"

"Master Su is sensible and aware of current affairs!" The man in black robe was not used to Su An's enthusiasm, but his tone was a little less cold: "Don't worry, we will fulfill the conditions agreed to by Master Su, and we can sign a contract .”

"Of course, of course." Su An said with joy on his face: "I don't know the name of Master Wang or where the headquarters is. I can't wait to go visit the Supreme Master and talk about my ideals with the Supreme Master."

"Master Su, don't be anxious. Sign the contract first and make an oath to heaven. I will tell you everything later." The man in black robe took out a contract.

It is somewhat similar to the true spirit contract that Su An once took out, but it contains a touch of divine power, as if it was notarized by God.

"Do you want to sign it now? Why don't you let me have a chat with the Supreme Lord first and then sign it?"

"Sorry, there are some things that can only be told to Lord Su after signing a contract." The man in black robe did not let up.

"That's right." Su An felt a little regretful when he heard this.

"Then you go die."

The next moment, a streak of blood flashed across, and the black-robed man's legs suddenly separated from his body.

Of course, dying is just talk, Su An is also preparing to extract his soul and refine his soul.

Bianhua had already received Su An's instructions, and another streak of blood flashed across her body, preparing to destroy this man's cultivation, but then she realized something was wrong.

"You...you actually refused?" The man in black robe was in disbelief.

"Su An! You will regret it!"

He seemed to feel no pain, and even when he fell to the ground, his voice did not tremble at all, but his tone was cold.

"You don't know how much opportunity you missed and how much trouble you got into!"

After saying that, he stopped moving.

At the same time, an old Taoist monk somewhere suddenly opened his eyes, with murderous intent, "Those who do not know what is good and who disturb the destiny should be killed!"

Bianhua stepped forward and opened the man's black robe. Under the black robe was a shriveled old face, without the slightest breath of soul. It was just a puppet.

"No wonder the medicine I just put in the tea didn't work."

Su An walked up to the puppet, but his eyes seemed to be looking at the long sky.

"If you want to destroy Dashang, be prepared to regret it!"

"Prepare the car, I'm going to the palace!"

…

"That's it."

In the Taiyuan Hall, Su An became seriously serious for the first time. He put his hands on the empress's knees and spoke excitedly.

"Your Majesty, these traitors are determined to destroy our great merchant!"

"Ai Qing is not attracted by his conditions?" The empress put her hand on the back of Su An's hand and said jokingly: "The new emperor of the human race! When the time comes, it will be you who lives in the Taiyuan Palace."

Judging from the empress's appearance, she was not frightened or angry by what Su An said.

"I am so loyal, how can I collude with those traitors!" Su An looked aggrieved and her lips trembled, "Your Majesty, if you don't trust me, I will crash to death on this phoenix couch!"

After saying that, he closed his eyes and hit his head recklessly.

A soft and slender hand stretched out and pressed Su An's head against her chest. The empress snorted softly and looked at her little brother: "Where are you going?"

"The pillar is there, hit it yourself."

"Hehe, aren't you making a statement? It doesn't matter where you hit him." Su An retracted his head knowingly and diligently beat the empress's leg.

"By the way, Your Majesty, where are those people from?"

From the empress's attitude, she obviously knew about the existence of these people.

"They're just a bunch of rats in the sewer, they're nothing." The empress looked somewhat disdainful, and then she told her very carefully: "But it's still a bit of a threat to you, so be more careful in the future, and don't leave recently. The imperial capital.”

"I understand." Su An nodded.

Think about it, compared to the short-lived glory of the Monster Clan, the Great Shang ruled the Middle-earth China for a full 120,000 years. After six emperors, during this period, neither the Monster Clan, the Dragon Clan, nor the Demonic Cultivator and Buddhist Cultivator were able to shake it. The ruler of the Great Shang, and Su Ruoxi was the seventh emperor of the Great Shang.

If there is a divine punishment, the great merchants will definitely have a way to deal with it.

As for those men in black robes, if they really had the ability to fight against the imperial court, they would not hide in the dark and not even dare to show their faces.

Only mice like to hide themselves in the shadows.

"Okay, you go back first, don't let this matter spread." the empress ordered.

"I understand."

"Also, don't slack off in your practice. Remember that your cultivation comes first."

"Yes! I never slack off." Su An agreed with peace of mind.

He cultivates the Yin-Yang Avenue diligently every day, but he never slacks off.

"You, forget it..." I wanted to teach you a few more words not to indulge in women, but I thought that Xiao Anzi's cultivation level has really increased rapidly recently. He was just pregnant before, but now he is at the peak of Zifu. It's really not good. What can I say.

"Go to Cining Palace, my mother misses you a little."

"yes."

After Su An left, Su Ruoxi's expression gradually became cold.

"How dare you go to Xiao Anzi!"

"Sooner or later, these rats will be hunted out and their souls will be refined, and their blood will be refined for thousands of years!"

"There are still 1,600 years left..."

…

Cining Palace,

Perhaps it is the reason why the Queen Mother has broken through the soul. This place is a little more lively and a little less serious than in the past.

But no matter how it changes, it's still almost like home to Su An.

As soon as he entered, the familiar palace maids and nuns saluted one after another, as if they were meeting the prince.

"Mother, why don't you paint today?"

Su An stepped into the palace and saw the Queen Mother holding a book and studying it.

The gentle sunlight shines on the body through the window sill. The noble Yanhua's temperament is solemn, gentle and dignified, and there is a kind of warmth and motherhood that makes people want to get close. If the word "mother's ceremony for the world" is visualized, it must be It looks like this.

"An'er is here." Putting down the book in her hand, the Queen Mother said angrily: "From what you said, it seems that I only know how to paint all day long."

"Uh..." Su An was at a loss for words. Every time he came to visit his mother, she was actually painting there.

However, he did not refute, but glanced at the book on the table: "What book is the Queen Mother reading?"

From his perspective, he could vaguely see that the book contained many mysterious words, which was obviously different from the book he seized from Sister Qingling last time.

Also, how could the queen mother read that kind of book?

"It's "Yuhua Daojun Speaks of the Great Cave True Sutra"" the Queen Mother replied with a smile.

Yuhua Daojun is a Supreme Being recorded in ancient history who achieved the realm of Taoism and Fruition. It is said that he was originally an innate god, and the age of his attainment is unknown. This "Yuhua Daojun Speaks of the Great Cave True Sutra" It is a classic written by him and has been widely circulated.

Of course, most of the ones circulated among the people are far from the original versions. It would be nice to have one or two essences.

But of course the book in the hands of the Queen Mother cannot be those folk versions. What is recorded in it is the mantra that directly points to the great road. If you can understand it, the benefits are self-evident.

"By the way, An'er, why don't I paint a picture for you today."

The Queen Mother suddenly became interested.

He looked Su An up and down, his eyes were shining, and he couldn't help but take out his pen and ink.

Seeing that her mother was so interested, Su An could only obey.

He immediately sat aside obediently and pretended to be a model.

The Queen Mother also painted carefully and was more focused than usual.

After about an hour, the Queen Mother finally stopped painting and stared at the painting in front of her with a satisfied smile.

"An'er, come and see how the Queen Mother's painting goes."

"Hey!" Su An, who had been sitting there for a long time, got the order and quickly ran to his mother's side and looked over.

"Ah this..."

His lips pursed and he hesitated to speak.

"Why, isn't the painting good?" the Queen Mother asked with a narrow smile.

"It's good...it's just that the painting is a little too small."

In the painting, a young man is nestled in the arms of a gentle woman, with a look of nostalgia on his face. The gentle woman is the Queen Mother, and the features of the young man are indeed those of Su An, but with this age in the painting, I am afraid he is eleven. Some people believe it even when they are two years old.

"Not too small, not too small. In the Queen Mother's heart, you are just that big." The Queen Mother said while gesturing in front of her.

He smiled and looked nostalgic: "The little one ran into my arms crying, calling the queen for a hug, and said Ruoxi bullied you again."

"Then, while crying, he lay on top of me and fell asleep. I couldn't even wake him up."

Listening to the Queen Mother talking about the embarrassing things in the past, Su An felt a touch of warmth in her heart.

The place that made him feel most at ease in the past was his mother's Cining Palace.

Whenever something happened, they would always be close to each other, but as they grew up, they became less close to each other.

"Then Queen Mother...a hug?"