Chapter 70 Blood Drop
Thunder roared, electric snakes danced wildly, and torrential rain fell madly. Jidu's drainage system is very good, such a big wind and rain, there is no water on the streets.
The brigade marched on the street, including the soldiers of the City Defense Army, the subordinates of the Patrol Division, and even the people from the Guozong Mansion brought by Yu Xuan. Along the main road on the central line of Jidu, a group of people quickly came to the gate of the imperial palace of the Dayan Dynasty.
Yu Xuan came out to call for the door, and the heavy palace gate of Dayan Palace, which was twelve feet thick and six feet high, slowly opened, revealing the dark corridor behind it. The walls on both sides of the corridor are 21 feet high, and the width of the corridor is only 2 feet and 4 feet. Walking in the corridor, looking at the dark sky with lightning and thunder, gives people an extremely depressed and uneasy sense of chill and heaviness.
Every thirty feet, a bridge is built across the walls on both sides of the corridor, which not only facilitates the movement of soldiers on the two sides of the city walls, but is also an extremely powerful defensive measure. As long as a team of archers and crossbowmen are arranged on the bridge, together with the soldiers on both sides of the city head, they can cause a full-angle blow without dead ends to the people in the corridor.
The sound of hoofs is bursting, and the suppressed breath is getting stronger and stronger. After walking along the corridor for seven miles, and passing through a thick alloy palace gate, the front suddenly became clear, revealing a majestic palace group. On the heavy pyramid-shaped stone platform, layers of grand and grand palaces dominated by blue and black are stacked on top of each other. From bottom to top, the palace has a total of nine floors.
The tallest first-level palace was nearly a hundred feet above the ground. The dark clouds were almost clinging to the roofs of those palaces, and lightning almost shot down the black glazed tiles on the palaces. Those palaces seemed to be built in the sky, looming in the dark clouds and thunder and lightning, and were extraordinarily mysterious.
This group of palaces is about five miles wide from east to west just from what Wuqi sees. The nine-storey palace is more than a hundred feet high from the bottom to the top. I am afraid there are 20,000 to 30,000 pavilions and pavilions. Although the style of the palace is a bit monotonous, basically three, six, and nine rooms printed in a mold with high eaves, but with so many buildings together, the atmosphere is still difficult to describe in words.
Entering the innate realm, a warrior's spiritual consciousness is more than a hundred times sharper than that of an ordinary warrior. In addition, Wu Qi has fused a lot of soul particles before and after, so that his soul has been strengthened several times, and his spiritual consciousness can basically be compared with a real person of innate fetal level.
In the heavy palace in front, there are countless fierce murderous auras looming. Wu Qi can clearly perceive that in this large palace, is it not possible that there are tens of thousands of elite players hidden? Among them, there are more than 1,000 people at the peak acquired aura, and as many as a hundred people at the congenital level. Among them, there are some subtle and unpredictable auras hidden, and Wu Qi does not dare to guess what realm exists.
A bolt of lightning the thickness of a bucket crashed down from the dark clouds, and hit a golden statue standing on the square in front of the palace with a 'click' sound.
In front of the main hall of the Imperial Palace of the Dayan Dynasty is a huge square with a length and width of about five miles. In this nearly square square, there are 64 metal statues with eight rows and eight columns standing more than ten feet high. The statues are all the same in style, they are all majestic warriors wearing heavy katana and holding long swords.
The lightning struck the body of one of the golden figures, and a violent current surged through the statue, immediately causing a dazzling blue light to erupt around the statue. Huge electricity surged through the statue, causing thousands of palm-sized talismans and runes to appear on the surface of the statue. The translucent blue runes swirled on the surface of the statue, and the suffocating and powerful breath spread out to the surroundings.
What a powerful forbidden magic circle. Wu Qi took a deep breath and carefully glanced at the metal statues.
Under the leadership of Yu Xuan, the brigade bypassed the palace complex in front, and went straight to the back garden of the Great Yan Dynasty Palace from a side avenue. Here, Wu Qi saw the real core of the Dayan Dynasty.
On a small piece of green grass with a radius of several acres, a few crooked old pine trees have grown up and down.
In the middle of the grass is a thatched hut made of wood and covered with thatched grass, more than ten feet long and wide. With this hut as the center, eight smaller rooms are arranged in the shape of nine palaces.
The hut in the middle was as simple as it could be, while the eight houses outside were just fine. Although the shape is the same as the simple route, at least it is a masonry and civil structure, and it is also covered with glazed tiles. At least there is no need to worry about a strong wind sweeping the house away.
A flash of lightning struck, and by the light of the lightning, Wu Qi saw a plaque hanging on the hut in the middle, with the words "Yan Feitian" on it. I don't know who wrote these three words. The strokes are sharp and the strokes are soaring to the sky. It seems that there is really a rare bird on the ground rubbing its fists and palms, ready to use the wind of heaven and earth to rush into the sky.
Lightning slashed one after another, and the three big characters of Yan Feitian in pale blue flashed over and over again in front of everyone's eyes. Wu Qi waited for those with sufficient cultivation to be able to stand. Others with weaker cultivations, as long as they looked at the three big characters for a long time, trembled and stood unsteadily, and many people fell to the ground in embarrassment.
Holding a tattered umbrella with holes everywhere, Yu Xuan stood in front of the hut and stared blankly at the three big characters on the plaque.
"More than 2,000 years ago, my ancestor of Dayan, was here, together with many disciples and subjects, a piece of wood and a piece of grass to build this council room. Two thousand years later, our Dayan Dynasty has billions of dollars. The people, with countless cities and boundless frontiers, this is still the true heart of my Dayan Dynasty!"
Yu Xuan slowly said the above words to Wu Wu, Lu Chengfeng, and even Tie Yuewu in a tone with a little fanaticism and a little religious worship. Not only him, but even Yan Qiuhui, Yan Bugui and others, looking at this rough thatched hut, their bodies were straight, and their faces were filled with an indescribable sacredness and solemnity.
More than 2,000 years ago, Yanhuang Yandan, together with dozens of guests and tens of thousands of people, built the first crude thatched cottage here. They used this place as their starting point. The current Dayan Dynasty was established. As his subjects, as his direct descendants, Yu Xuan temporarily forgot the gold and silver jewelry in his mind in a place that was almost like a religious holy place.
Here is the meeting hall of Yan Dan more than 2,000 years ago, and it is also the seat of the Guozong mansion that the Dayan Dynasty used to deal with various affairs related to clans and vassal states more than 2,000 years later.
Qin Qingshui suddenly broke the atmosphere of a religious ceremony: "Yu Xuangong, you are busy with your work, Qingshui will escort you here, and the rest will be ignored. Tuoba Qingye, the proton of the country, was killed, and he will return later. Please Yu Xuangong give Qingshui an explanation."
With a cold snort, Yu Xuan glanced at Qin Qingshui and waved his hand noncommittally.
Qin Qingshui gave Lu Chengfeng and Wuqi a deep look, and also snorted coldly, leading a large group of subordinates behind him to leave quickly. I still don't fully understand what happened tonight, at least at the scene of the assassination, he still needs to sit down and deal with it.
Yan Qiuhui laughed loudly: "Hey, Jicheng is not the seat of our West Wind Guard, tsk, it has nothing to do with us. We are just here to watch the fun. Hey, Lu Chengfeng, before you confirm it. Identity, I should call you a little more boy! Haha, haha!"
Yan Qiuhui smiled proudly, but Yan Bugui's face was extremely strange. He just looked at Lu Chengfeng up and down, and suddenly sighed softly. Wuqi nodded towards Yanbugui and smiled, while Yanbugui returned a smile weakly to Wuqi, and looked at Lu Chengfeng with that strange gaze again.
Under the leadership of Yu Xuan, everyone changed into the clean and soft straw sandals prepared here, walked into the thatched hut, and sat down one by one according to their identities on the mats also woven from fine grass.
Not long after, there were dense footsteps outside the thatched hut, and one after another old people with the same age and appearance as Yu Xuan came here. They silently changed their straw shoes, walked into the thatched hut, and sat down on the left and right sides of Yu Xuan.
There was one Guozong in the Guozong Mansion of the Dayan Dynasty, that is, the Duke of Yanxing, Yan Yuxuan. In addition, there are also forty-eight national elders, all of whom are members of the Great Yan Dynasty clan of the same rank as Yu Xuan, and a few from such wealthy families as Jing, Gao, Tian, Le, and Qin. relatives. The Guozong Mansion formed by them can basically decide the affairs related to the clan and the vassal states of the Dayan Dynasty.
After briefly introducing Lu Chengfeng's identity, Yu Xuan immediately urged everyone present to follow the Yan's Law and go through the procedure of 'returning to one's home after a drop of blood'.
Yan Le Gongyan unruly left behind a rich legacy, which is an enviable legacy. For the things that Yan Buzhi left behind, if the Guozong Mansion did not handle it properly, it might cause a lot of trouble. Therefore, the Guozong Mansion simply issued a clause on swallowing water. As long as it is a descendant of Yan Buzhi left behind, regardless of his origin, the first person to arrive at Jidu is his heir.
The many national elders present are the passers of this clause. So although they were surprised why Yu Xuan called them to the Guozong Mansion in the middle of the night, but since it was the son of Yan Buzhi who came to the door, it was inevitable to work overtime all night. If we don't conduct blood test for Lu Chengfeng now, if another illegitimate son of Yan Buzhi comes to the door, wouldn't it be another big trouble?
No one raised any objection. According to the pre-agreed procedure and under the supervision of all the elders of the country, Yu Xuan and the others opened a secret door in the basement of the Guozong Mansion. made of test tubes.
In the test tube, there is half a tube of medicine made from Yan Buzhi's flesh and blood essence.
Under the strict surveillance of the forty-eight national elders and the imperial clan of Yu Xuan, as well as Yan Qiuhui and Yan Bugui and other patrolling divisions, Lu Chengfeng showed his arm and carefully cut a knife on the vein of his wrist with a knife. Three drops of blood essence were dropped into the test tube.
The reddish potion in the test tube suddenly turned dark blue, and then released a dazzling golden light.
Yu Xuan jumped up suddenly, and slapped his hands vigorously: "It's done, this county... Duke Yan Le's title and the post of Zuo Guozheng have masters!"
The other senior nationals also clasped their palms and laughed: "It's Mrs. Rongyang's child. This professor since childhood is not a problem. He is also the son of an aristocratic family, who happens to inherit the title of Duke Yan Le!"
The words of these national elders also made it clear that Lu Chengfeng was a son of an aristocratic family, so he inherited everything from Yan Buzhi, and they had no objection. If Yan Buzhi's illegitimate child who first came to Jicheng was born from grass roots, something might have happened.
Then again, how could the illegitimate son of Yan Buzhi and ordinary people know the news of Yan Buzhi's death?
The blood was pale blue and the golden light was shining, which proved that Lu Chengfeng was indeed Yan Buzhi's biological son.
Yan Qiuhui's face suddenly changed color, he struggled for a while, and then he came up and gave a salute to Lu Chengfeng, who was ecstatic.
"Sun Yan, the twelfth generation of the Great Yan clan, has met the master of the clan, Yan Le Gong!"
Yan Jiu raised his head back, gave a strange smile to Wu Qi, moved his lips, and said a word silently.
"Eighteen generations of ancestors!"
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