"Little bastard, don't talk nonsense. How can you pretend to be Emperor Taizu?" the Yin Yang Sage scolded.

"But there is obviously a black dragon up there? Isn't it true that only the emperor can match the real dragon? Master, do we two have to kowtow to the emperor according to the rules?"

"How can you bang your head? You kid really doesn't have gold in your lap!"

The Yin Yang Sage walked up to the statue and lowered his head to take a closer look at his honor. After just one glance, he collapsed.

"Kneel down! Gong Yao!" He didn't let Wu Gongyao kneel down to the black dragon coffin but asked him to kneel down on the clay sculpture. This made Wu Gongyao a little confused. Is it possible that the status of this clay sculpture is more noble than that of the man in the black coffin?

He was a junior, so even though he was dissatisfied, he could only obey the old man's instructions and kneel down. However, he expected that even the Yin Yang Saint would kneel down to worship him, and it must be some great immortal or god.

"What kind of god is this Master? He doesn't look like the Four Great Vajras. This is clearly the general dress of our Jurchens!"

The Yin Yang Saint turned his head, with tears in his eyes. "This is Aisin Gioro Shuerhaqi, he is the one who should really be the king of our Manchus!"

"Shurhaqi? Nurhaci's younger brother? He...he is the real King Khan?" Wu Gongyao's head was pounding after hearing this. As a Manchu, he naturally knew something about the history of his ancestors, but after hearing this from Master

I'm still a little puzzled by Shulhaqi's recognition and praise.

At this point in the story, Meihui's hand holding the brocade book trembled slightly. She looked at me. Not only him, but I was also dumbfounded.

"Brother, is it possible that the Hai family is related to Shuerhaqi? Could it be that he was Shuerhaqi's domestic slave at the time?" she asked me.

I exhaled and handed Mouse a cigarette. "There is no explanation for this in official history, and I can't say for sure. There are very few records about the descendants of Shuerhaqi in official history. After Emin Beile died, this lineage of people

From then on, my family fell into decline, and I no longer care about government affairs. Maybe I am living a secluded life now?"

"No, Lao Tie, I think the descendants of Shuerhaqi are probably extinct now. Think about it, if there are still descendants alive, why would they give the Haidong Qingyang Jade Ring to Duke Cui for safekeeping? If there are descendants alive.

I'm afraid I've come to you for this treasure a long time ago!" said the mouse.

Now my mushy head is finally a little clearer. The points of Shuerhaqi, Haijia, and Mojin Xiaowei are gradually forming a line. I have an intuition that the end point of this line may be me or

Grace.

I let Meihui continue. What I am most concerned about is what secret the Yin Yang Saint discovered in the Ilehuri Mountains that made this all-powerful bandit leader put down his butcher knife and sit on this cliff.

Meihui's eyes went straight as she looked at the Jinshu, wondering what secret she had discovered.

"Hey, are you stupid? Keep reading!" I urged her.

"Brother, the suicide note of Saint Yin Yang said that the black coffin in the mountain contained... it was..."

"It's Bai Longzi, right?"

"No, no, he said, it's a black snake, and the black snake has a small brocade box in its mouth! Oh my god, did he see it wrong? Or maybe we saw it wrong, it's obviously a baby? How did it happen?

Black snake?" Meihui was afraid that I wouldn't believe it, so she handed me the suicide note to read, but I didn't understand Manchu.

I said: "That world is not on the same plane as ours. The biggest question now is whether the baby in the black coffin is the black dragon child or the white dragon child? And what is hidden in that brocade box?
Chapter completed!