That’s it!”

Lanmasanti's eyes turned cold, and she threatened again: "According to the viewer's intention, are you preparing to return from the lost path? A person pretending to be a fortune teller, Yuan Tiangang, falsely preaching martial arts decrees, suddenly transformed into a loyal minister of the Tang Dynasty?

"

"Yuan Tiangang" said: "You don't need to worry about this. Pindao is indeed not Yuan Tiangang, but Pindao also has some unique identities, so he is safe."

Ranmasanti snorted, with a face full of disbelief: "I would like to hear the details!"

"Yuan Tiangang" had a narrow-minded look in his eyes that was very inconsistent with his temperament: "Before Pindao became a monk, he had a secular name, Murong, with a single compound name. This was because his home country of Tuyuhun was destroyed by the Tubo people, and my father and mother were determined to restore the country.

, that’s why I took this name.”

Lanmasanti was stunned, and after a moment she said in disbelief: "King Tuyuhun who abandoned his country on his own initiative? How could it be you?"

The last king of the Tuyuhun Khanate, the youngest son of Princess Honghua of the Tang Dynasty and Murong Nuohebo, Murong Fu.

Princess Honghua was Li Zhi's biological sister. According to blood relationship, she was also a cousin to the current Emperor Li Hong of the Tang Dynasty.

Of course, his most important identity is that person's disciple.

Xiao Hei has already figured it out through his appearance, and even though he has grown up, he can still recognize it.

I really ignored it before, I didn’t expect it was you!

The good King Tuyuhun misbehaved, became a Taoist priest, and finally came to pretend to be Yuan Tiangang?

No wonder Wan'er felt comfortable letting her be the Master of Zhenwu Temple. Apart from her, the closest person in the world was Li Yan's second disciple when he was on an envoy to Tibet.

"But if 'Yuan Tiangang' is Murong Fu, could there be something behind this complicated case..."

Xiao Hei left the two confronting people behind and floated out, looking for Yang Zaiwei.

However, when she met Yang Zaiwei, she discovered another acquaintance.

Yang Zaiwei's anger was connecting with someone from a distance.

That person was not among the officials, nor among the imperial guards, but among the people of Chang'an who entered the palace.

The people who watched the ceremony were not randomly selected. In addition to the names from major cities and towns, there were also elderly people who were very old and in their 80s, celebrating their holy birthdays together.

Especially for the elderly over ninety years old, it was a living auspiciousness in ancient times that they could be summoned by the emperor.

At this moment, a one-armed old man was sitting in a wooden wheelchair, filled with divine light.

"Uncle Dumb?"

When he was in Liangzhou before, Xiao Hei went to Li Yan's former residence and found that there was no tomb of Uncle Mute under the tree. He speculated that the man might still be alive, but he never expected that he would see him in Qianqiu.

This man is no different than Yuan Tiangang, he is truly a centenarian.

Only the power of consciousness has the effect of preserving the appearance. When he was seventy or eighty years old, Uncle Dumb looked like a middle-aged man. Now his face inevitably has wrinkles, indicating that he has reached the end of his life.

Even so, Uncle Dumb's lips moved slightly, conveying something.

Yang Zaiwei listened, first shocked, then hesitant, and finally nodded.

When Xiao Hei sent a message to ask again, this person with a cold face and a warm heart, who had been pursuing the truth, actually whispered: "Sorry, I can't help you anymore!"

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Uncle Ya, Li Hong, Shangguan Wan'er, and Murong Fu, the four people who were closest to Li Yan back then, gathered together on the Qianqiu Festival after twenty years.

What to do?

An incredible but seemingly reasonable guess came to mind, and Xiao Hei blurted out: "What impressed you was the road to becoming a god, and then starting to ascend?"

Now that the other party had guessed it, Yang Zaiwei did not hide anything: "The road to martial arts is over. This is the most tempting invitation for me. If there is anyone in the world who can accomplish this, it must be them!"

The purpose of returning to the Tang Dynasty this time is to confirm the secret knowledge with Shangguan Wan'er, the most powerful leader of the inner guard, to break through the obstacles on the road ahead, and to activate the power of heaven and earth to recreate the feat of ascension in the past. This is undoubtedly the best choice. Without it,

one!

"It's really so! It's really so!"

Xiao Hei was shocked by the ambition of this group of people, but was even more worried that they had fallen into a demonic barrier: "Twenty years ago, in front of envoys from various countries, the Zhenwu Saint ascended to heaven and became a god. Twenty years later, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty and the Zhenwu disciples wanted to follow suit.

This way... but have you ever thought that the road to heaven may be an achievement that only belongs to one person, and that no one who comes after you can imitate it? Once it fails, what serious consequences will it have?"

Yang Zaiwei replied: "This road to ascension involves nine deaths without regrets. The saint has the courage to try, but of course he has also considered the possibility of failure!"

"That's why the great food dancer Ji Ranmasanti was able to carry out her conspiracy all the way to this point..."

All the clues came together, and Xiao Hei finally understood.

The prince was obviously an insider, and Prime Minister Di Renjie was also an insider. Jia Sibo probably saw the clues, but neither of them could stop Li Hong.

Because as the previous Zen position said, your talent has been exhausted and your life is about to go downhill.

When a person reaches middle age, it is when his energy and blood are at their peak. Once he delays further, his chances of success will only become smaller and smaller.

It has to be now.

Only now.

Complete the obsession that has become deeper and deeper in recent years!

Fortunately, Li Hong was not willful and had even considered the consequences of a failed ascension.

The Zen crown prince ensured the stability of the political situation of the Tang Dynasty.

But it's not enough.

If the ascension fails, in the worst case scenario, you may die on the spot, causing huge turmoil.

If you want the country to stabilize as quickly as possible, you need not only an heir, but also a sinner who can be the target of the people of the Tang Dynasty to vent their anger.

And this goal is not to make unnecessary enemies, it must be consistent with the strategy of these years, and it must be the object of the main war faction's sharpening their swords.

In the whole world, there is only food.

Connected to this goal is the sinner of the Tang Dynasty and the first dancer of the Dashi.

From the case of the death of a dancing girl in Damascus, the imperial capital, to the envoys traveling thousands of miles to the Tang Dynasty, to the various behind-the-scenes events of the Qianqiu Festival in the capital of Chang'an, the truth has been revealed since then.

Xiao Hei looked at Li Hong, who was smiling with a toast and looking relaxed, and then at Lan Masanti, who was bent on revenge in the secret passage on the stage: "It turns out that from the beginning to the end, you and Dashi were the substitutes for the Tang Emperor's dream of ascension.
Chapter completed!