Xixia, the imperial capital.
The Royal Palace, the lowest level of the ice cellar.
Li Qinglu briefly introduced Li Xianyu...it couldn't be simpler, her understanding of Li Xianyu was extremely limited.
Although, the two have confirmed their relationship.
Li Liangzuo was very keen and accurately grasped the key points of Li Xianyu's identity:
He knew his mother's arch-rival, and he was from the same school, and his strength was unfathomable.
Now, the young man was injured, seriously injured.
And this man's blood has extremely magical effects.
"I just drank a few drops, and the pain in my body completely disappeared."
Li Liangzuo's eyes moved slightly, and a look of greed flashed in his eyes.
As the son of Li Qiushui, Li Liangzuo knew some things about Xiaoyao Sect.
He knew that his mother's master, Xiaoyaozi, was a strange person of his generation, and he had most likely pursued the path to immortality.
Immortality has the most fatal temptation for any emperor.
Feeling his body silently, Li Liangzuo's greed became stronger and stronger.
He is calm and decisive as a leader of a country.
"As long as I drink his blood, my injuries will definitely be fully recovered."
"His blood has such a magical effect, and it may even enhance my power."
"Perhaps, by drinking his blood, I can live forever."
"Even if I can't live forever for the time being, my lifespan will definitely be greatly improved."
“……”
The stronger the greed, the calmer Li Liangzuo's heart became.
Li Xianyu was silently paying attention to Li Liangzuo, and clearly heard the strange beat of his heart, and couldn't help but smile to himself.
"I'm so bad."
"This probably belongs to... fishing law enforcement."
Li Xianyu secretly criticized himself.
In fact, he really felt that he was getting worse and worse.
This was the first time he met Li Liangzuo. Before that, the two had no interaction at all.
However, during this first meeting, what he was thinking about was how to design the Xixia Emperor to take the initiative.
I am still thinking, after the Xixia Emperor dies, should he take over and be the emperor of the Xixia Kingdom, or should he find an opportunity to destroy the entire Xixia Kingdom.
When he first came to this world and knew that this was the Northern Song Dynasty, Li Xianyu actually had the idea of "scheming to usurp the throne" in his heart.
He understands this era.
I know how miserable the Northern Song Dynasty was later.
After that, the mighty Central Plains was divided into pieces.
It was not until Zhu Yuanzhang of the Ming Dynasty that he was able to recover his vitality.
During the ten-year cold window, Li Xianyu's idea was actually very simple: if you are poor, you can benefit yourself; if you are prosperous, you can help the world.
The popular translation is: if he is just getting along, then he just needs to take care of himself; if he gets messed up, then he doesn't mind sitting on the dragon chair.
Ever since he came into contact with martial arts, Li Xianyu's thoughts have become less focused on martial arts.
Coming to Xixia, to the palace of Xixia, Li Xianyu's worldly ambition sprouted.
Of course, he doesn't necessarily do it.
Li Xianyu's current mentality is to act casually.
Time passes.
"It's too boring to just sit there, let's give him some more stimulation and end this as soon as possible."
Li Xianyu thought secretly, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spat out on his face.
His whole face instantly became depressed.
next moment.
Under Li Qinglu's worried gaze, Li Xianyu staggered and finally fell to the right.
“Yumuro…”
Li Qinglu exclaimed, and in desperation, she was the first to call out ‘Menglang’.
"fainted?"
Li Liangzuo was shocked.
Li Qinglu helped Li Xianyu, who was pretending to be faint, with worry on his face.
“Yumuro.”
“Yumuro.”
"Menglang, wake up."
Li Qinglu kept calling and was so anxious that she almost cried.
"Let me take a look."
Li Liangzuo spoke, walked slowly to Li Xianyu, squatted down, and grabbed Li Xianyu's wrist with his right hand.
"Father, we must save Meng Lang." Li Qinglu said tremblingly.
Li Liangzuo said nothing and quietly felt Li Xianyu's pulse.
Weak, powerless.
This is Li Liangzuo's only feeling.
"I really fainted."
Li Liangzuo secretly thought, recalling in his mind the scene where Li Xianyu received the slap from the Tianshan Child Elder in order to save him, and he suddenly felt reassured.
That woman was so powerful that she could split mountains and rocks with one palm!
"If you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed later."
Li Liangzuo was so excited that he felt that this was an opportunity given to him by God.
"Father, how is Meng Lang doing?" Li Qinglu looked at Li Liangzuo eagerly, looking worried and uneasy.
Li Liangzuo ignored him. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the green dagger exposed in Li Xianyu's arms, with murderous intent blazing in his eyes.
He reached out and picked up the dagger, and with a warm hand, he knew it must be a treasure.
"Father, what happened to Meng Lang?" Li Qinglu asked again. Seeing her father pick up the dagger in Meng Lang's arms, she felt a little uneasy for a moment.
"Just now, you saved me, and I will help you avenge her in the future. I must get that woman and torture her a thousand times."
After Li Liangzuo said something silently in his heart, he struck decisively and ruthlessly, stabbing Li Xianyu's heart with the dagger in his hand.
"don't want!"
Li Qinglu immediately exclaimed and pushed Li Liangzuo subconsciously.
An evil spirit flashed across Li Liangzuo's face, and his movements were inevitably affected.
The dagger struck crookedly.
Moreover, it did not penetrate Li Xianyu's body.
Li Xianyu opened his eyes at the right time, his eyes filled with indifference.
…
Nakahara, Shaolin Temple.
With the death of the first Xuanjie of the Discipline Academy, a series of murders occurred in Shaolin Temple.
The victims are basically eminent monks of the Xuan generation.
Suddenly, the whole Shaolin people were in panic.
Xuanci suffered even more. He knew very well that all these brothers and sisters died because of him.
He wanted to make his crimes public, but every time he thought about it, one of his brothers would be killed.
This is driving Xuanci crazy.
"This man must have a more terrifying conspiracy to treat me like this."
On this day, Xuanci sat cross-legged alone in the main hall, silently repenting and thinking.
He thought of a solution to all problems.
Kill yourself here.
Xuanci clasped his hands together and wanted to dissipate all his power.
Abruptly.
A gentle breeze surged into the Mahavira Hall.
A Buddha statue at the front and center of the palace suddenly glowed with blazing golden light.
"Amitabha."
A voice without any emotion sounded from the Buddha statue.
Xuanci's pupils suddenly shrank, he raised his head and stared at the Buddha statue in disbelief.
"You have sinned so much that you deserve to die."
The Buddha statue seemed to come alive.
Xuanci's lips trembled slightly, and he was too shocked to speak.
Although he is the abbot of Shaolin, he actually has no idea whether there is a Buddha in the world.
The current situation was too unexpected for him.
"You learned this skill from Shaolin, so naturally you should return it to Shaolin."
The sound of the Buddha statue comes back.
Xuanci felt that his power was flowing out uncontrollably, and his expression couldn't help but change.
"No."
"You are definitely not a Buddha."
Xuanci wanted to roar, but he couldn't make a sound.
"Amitabha."
"I am indeed not a Buddha."
"but……"
"The one who taught you your skills was not Buddha, but Shaolin..."
