Silence or silence.

Just when Liu Xie and others were a little impatient, a long-lost voice finally sounded in their minds.

"What are the questions of the host?" In his mind, Jin Zhong shook for a moment.

"Are you a system or something?" Liu Xie's eyes cold and he said with a deep heart.

"Is there any difference for the host?" The echoing bell of the golden bell, which was heard in Liu Xie's ears, but it could be directly listened to as language. This is not normal in itself.

"Of course there is!" Liu Xie shook his head: "I thought you were just a mutated procedure, but I never expected that you would have a soul!?"

"You and I are twins, and as the host passes through time and space, it is already a relationship between living beings. I am the soul of the instrument, you are the host, and you are the host, and you are the one who prospers and prospers and lose together." The golden bell echoed in the soul.

"How do I believe you?" Liu Xie said coldly.

"It cannot be proved, but when the host gathers the luck of the world in the future, he should know that my existence will never cause any harm to the host."

"I hate this feeling of not being controlled by me!" Liu Xie snorted coldly.

Kim Jong was silent, without answering Liu Xie's words, or there was no need to answer at all. Even if Liu Xie was reluctant at the moment, it would be impossible to obtain any confirmation unless he committed suicide. But why do people commit suicide by living well?

"So, the so-called achievement point, the dream battlefield, is simply a lie?" Liu Xie sat back on the couch and said bitterly.

"Of course not. That achievement point has now turned into a dragon energy real dragon. The host should have seen it. As for the dream battlefield, it is my natural magical power. My body has been destroyed and I can provide little help to the host."

"Can you tell me what you are?" Liu Xie sighed and finally asked.

"Telling the host too early is of no use to the host. Now that the host has awakened the true dragon talent, he just needs to continue to accumulate, and there will be a day when you and I will truly meet."

"Your ability needs this dragon energy to trigger it?" Liu Xie's eyes flashed and he asked, "Are there really ghosts and gods in this world?"

"The host has seen it before, why ask again?"

"What can I get now? Can you always say this?" Liu Xie said with some angrief.

"The Art of the Emperor."

"I naturally know these." Liu Xie sneered. The so-called emperor's art is the art of control and balance. Liu Xie doesn't know how to do it now, but he also knows how to do it. He still needs someone to teach it?

"This is a small path, the real emperor's technique, and the host has never seen it." As the golden bell continues to buzz, strange heat flows into Liu Xie's soul mind like a trickle.

The so-called emperor art of Jin Zhong is indeed different from the emperor art that Liu Xie knew. It tells more about the application and collection of luck, that is, the emperor's dragon energy. Simply put, this true emperor art is also the art of a strong country. It is not an emperor, but a country that is strong, and the king will be strong. On the contrary, if the country is weak, the king will be weak, and if the country is destroyed, the king will die. The emperor's art is also a way to go without returning.

Of course, to use this imperial art, there is also a medium, the seal of the emperor, that is, the legendary imperial jade seal. Only with it can you truly use this imperial art. Of course, it is okay to recast one, but this great Han fortune was not the luck of Liu Xie alone, but the fortune accumulated by the late emperors of the Han Dynasty and was connected to the fortune of the Han Dynasty for four hundred years. If Liu Xie recasts the jade seal, it is equivalent to giving up the fortune of the Han Dynasty.

It seems that it has achieved great benefits, but in fact, it has no effect except for some bonuses to the emperor. With a thought, Jin Zhong’s evaluation of himself appears in his mind.

Liu Xie: Emperor of the Han Empire

Force 62, Commander 61, Strategy 79, Politics 75

Luck: Dragon Qi condenses (the Han Dynasty declines, the princes rises together, the mountains and rivers are broken, as a puppet emperor, kill treacherous ministers, regain power, promote civil affairs, and reunite the dragon veins. You have all the prerequisites to become a qualified emperor, and this country will flourish because of you.)

Talent: The golden body of the emperor (benefited by the dragon energy of a country, and the national fortune will not be destroyed, all laws will not be invaded and can break all falsehoods)

Looking at Jin Zhong's evaluation of himself, Liu Xie suddenly realized that no wonder that since the dragon gathered, he could not only see the lonely soul that had been left in the palace for hundreds of years, but also see the original body of the imperial system.

After disconnecting from Jin Zhong, Liu Xie lay silently on the bed. What he saw and heard today was far beyond his cognition. This world is much different from the version he remembers. He just doesn’t know how long it will last for his vision and knowledge to be ahead of this era?

The consciousness gradually subsided, and after the tension and panic that came into contact with the new world passed, the feeling of fatigue immediately surged up, causing Liu Xie to fall into a deep sleep, but in this world, for many people, it was a sleepless thing.

...

On Jiuhua Mountain, a dilapidated Taoist temple stood alone on the top of the mountain. The Taoist temple was very dilapidated and there was not even a trace of popularity. In the entire Taoist temple, there was only one old Taoist sitting cross-legged in the Taoist temple, and the only one that was quite complete, meditating and practicing qi.

Suddenly, the old Taoist eyes suddenly opened, frowned and looked at the sky, calculated with his fingers, and quickly walked out of the Taoist temple, looked towards Chang'an, frowned and murmured: "The great man should have exhausted his energy, how can he reappear in his vitality?"

...

Jizhou, Yecheng.

Thinking of Yuan Shao driving away the envoys who came to the court for help, Ju Su always felt something was wrong. That night, he was thinking about the direction of the world next, but suddenly he felt his mind clear and his heart felt something. He looked up at the starry sky and his brows gradually frowned.

"The purple-Weapon star should be dim and dull, why is it reborn? Its glare can be vaguely fought against Bai? Could it be that the great man's energy has not yet dissipated?" Ju Su frowned and calculated, but was puzzled. He was a little worried. He quickly recruited a general and said in a deep voice: "You should quickly take people to Chang'an to check it out. Remember, don't stay in Chang'an. When you wait until the whole story is clear, you will return immediately, and you must not make any mistakes."

"Here!" The general of the family heard this, bowed and agreed and quickly left.

"I hope I'm too concerned." Looking at the extremely shiny purple stars in the sky, there were many bright or dark stars around them, Ju Su felt a little bad.

...

Compared with other fellow Taoists, Yuji is extremely arrogant. He opened a temple in Jiangdong and taught teachings. In Jiangdong, it can be said that it is a popular place for thousands of families.

Just as he was taking several disciples to meditate, he suddenly realized something was strange in his heart. He looked up at the night sky outside the skylight and frowned and said, "How strange, how strange."

"Respecting the teacher, what happened?" A disciple looked at Yu Ji in confusion.

"It's hard to say." Yu Ji shook his head: "The number of days seems to have changed. The originally chaotic astrology seems to have undergone new changes, and it actually has the momentum of repeating Qingming. How strange."

"Then will we wait..." The disciple said with some concern.

"It's okay." Waving his hand, Yu Ji said, "We Taoists just pay attention to preaching. The world has nothing to do with me. Taoism emphasizes tranquility and inaction, so don't pay attention to the secular affairs of the world."

"Disciple, remember." The disciple hurriedly bowed.

...

In Songshan, under an ancient pine tree, two old men with crane hair and childish faces were playing chess. Although the moon was bright in the sky and the cold wind was raging, the cold north wind seemed to be blocked by an invisible layer of force and could not affect the two old men at all.

At this moment, the two old men who were playing chess were stunned at the same time and looked up at the sky.

"Why has this Chinese family changed their aura?" an old man frowned.

"Since twenty years ago, Master passed down the Taoist art of peace and let the horn shake the foundation of the great man, the foundation of the great man was destroyed, and these heroes were fighting for their lives. But at this moment, looking at the celestial phenomena, it turned out to be..." Another old man frowned and looked at the celestial phenomena, turned his head to look at the other party and said, "But I don't know who has this ability?"

"How can a mortal body fight against a teacher's magical power?" Shaking his head, the old man smiled bitterly, "Maybe the teacher has other arrangements."

...

At the top of Kunlun, a magnificent atmosphere is more grand than the Ji Taoist temple and a bit more fairy-like spirit. A old Taoist, who was sitting cross-legged in the palace, suddenly opened his eyes. Two purple lightnings burst out from his originally warm eyes. He looked up at the void. His clear eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was a bit serene: "Someone actually changed the number of days without changing? And it was successful?"

After pondering for a while, the old man said in a deep voice to the void: "He'er!"

But in the sky, a huge white crane fell from the sky in a moment. After landing, it turned into a boy and bowed to the old Taoist: "I have seen the master."

"There is a change in Chang'an, and the dragon energy of the great man is reunited. Go and find the monk Pudu and see what he says?" The old Taoist said indifferently.

"Children accept the order!" After hearing this, the boy bowed to the old Taoist once, left the Taoist temple, rose up, turned into a white crane again, and rushed towards the Central Plains.

"Boom"

A sudden explosion occurred in the sky. In the old Taoist's astonished gaze, a purple thunder appeared in the sky without any warning. There were no dark clouds, as if they appeared out of thin air, but with a soul-shaking pressure. Even the old Taoist changed his face at this moment.

"Why did it open in advance?" The old Taoist frowned and looked at the sky, feeling the aura that appeared in the air accompanied by purple thunder. He was extremely surprised. Even with his magical power, he didn't know why this celestial phenomenon suddenly appeared. He looked at the Central Plains, pondered for a moment, and stepped out, and in just one step, it seemed to have the ability to shrink into an inch, disappearing. The next moment, it actually appeared at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

Liu Xie naturally didn't know what happened in the whole world this night. I don't know if it was the reason for the emperor's golden body. When he woke up the next morning, he felt extremely refreshed, as if the fatigue accumulated over the past period had disappeared overnight. Even the air seemed to be a little fresher than before. After stretching a long stretch, he felt that his whole body was relaxed. Outside the palace gate, Yu Xiu was already waiting there. Seeing Liu Xie get up, he hurried forward to serve.
Chapter completed!