Chapter 56 Royal Master Late at night, Gu Yuanqing stood at the gate of the courtyard, holding a letter and reading the information on it, frowning slightly. Zhang Zhuo bowed and said, "Mr. Gu, the letter has been delivered. I will take my leave now." Gu Yuanqing smiled and said, "Thank you for your help." Zhang Zhuo turned and left. Gu Yuanqing suddenly asked, "General, what about you? How are you going to deal with the Red Dragon Cult?" Zhang Zhuo turned around, his expression firm: "Although our cultivation is weak, as the guards of the Imperial Army, we are responsible for guarding the seal of the Demon Realm. It is common for us to die on the battlefield. Even if the enemy is extremely skilled, it is no big deal. We will die on the battlefield and report to the court." Gu Yuanqing was stunned for a moment, then said sternly: "If you really can't win by then, you can go to Beiquan Mountain." Zhang Zhuo smiled indifferently, clasped his hands together, turned around and left with firm steps. Gu Yuanqing stared at Zhang Zhuo's back. He didn't know what the court was planning, and perhaps this was all he could do. As for leaving Beiquan Mountain, he had never considered it, as this place had become the foundation of his life.
Back in the yard, Gu Yuanqing had no intention of sleeping. He stretched out his hand and the table, chair and teacup all flew over. Lying in the yard, he drank a sip of herbal tea, looked at the stars in the sky for a long time, and then slowly closed his eyes. Immersed in the mountain view, I felt the breath of all things in Beiquan Mountain. A wisp of spiritual energy seeped out from deep within the mountain, and everything in the mountain slowly changed under the nourishment of the spiritual energy. The marks hidden deep within all things gradually revived. All these changes were reflected in Gu Yuanqing's mind one by one. An indescribable mysterious feeling continued to accumulate, as if it was gradually turning into seeds hidden deep in his soul, waiting to take root and sprout. After a long time, the Kunwu sword in the house came out of its sheath, and turned into sword lights that flew through the air. After a while, dozens of blue-glowing needles flew out of the house again. These fine needles pierced through the air, making extremely sharp sounds. After a while, the emerald green bamboo obtained from Old Man Tianzhu also rose into the air. This bamboo is very hard. Gu Yuanqing couldn't leave any mark on it even when he cut it with his sword. It is unknown whether it is due to its own texture or because of the long-term cultivation and transformation by the master with his own true energy. These weapons danced in the air, cooperating with the Kunwu Sword to form a sword formation. At this time, Gu Yuanqing's ability to control objects was no longer what it used to be. He could manipulate dozens of weapons, each with its own method and without any disorder. The power of each strike was far beyond what it had been before. And this is the reason why he dares to stay here and wait for the masters of the Red Dragon Sect. As long as we stay in Beiquan Mountain and cooperate with the suppression of heaven and earth, what does it matter even if someone above the Grandmaster comes? Time passed little by little, and all the weapons were returned to the house. Gu Yuanqing immersed himself in observing the mountains and calming his mind. According to the letter, people from the Red Dragon Cult might arrive outside Beiquan Mountain tomorrow morning, and he needs to face the enemy in the best condition. Every half an hour, a letter would be sent to the royal capital to report the actions of the Red Dragon Cult. Li Haotian slept for only one hour before he went to Chengtian Palace to wait for the report. The enemy is above the Grandmaster, so even if the Daqian Dynasty has all kinds of experience, it still needs to deal with it with caution. Today, there is no morning court. In Kyoto, the incident of Nanyan Road had already spread to Kyoto, and the tragic deaths of tens of thousands of soldiers were chilling.
The bloody murders recorded in the ancient books about the Red Dragon Cult were also dug up, causing panic among the people. Even if the imperial court issued an official document, it would not be able to completely calm the people's hearts. If the city gates had not been closed, many people would have packed up and left Beijing immediately. In Prince Gu's mansion, Prince Gu was slowly boxing in the courtyard. The butler was waiting nearby. After a long time, Prince Gu stopped. The housekeeper said, "Master, several young masters and young ladies have been waiting outside for a long time." Prince Gu had a gloomy expression. "Go back, everyone. I will not see anyone today. If anyone dares to mention leaving the capital, I will break their legs. The Red Dragon Cult hasn't even arrived yet, but they are so scared that they have lost their souls. How could I, Gu, raise such a group of useless people!" The housekeeper smiled bitterly and said, "Your Highness, you can't blame the young masters. After all, he is above the Grandmaster, and he is from the Red Dragon Sect." King Gu snorted coldly, "Let them all go back and rest. They are useless. If today's incident gets to the court, how can my Gu family maintain its dignity? So what if they are above the Grandmaster level? The Great Qian Nation is not that easy to destroy." "I will pass this message to the young masters right away." The butler bowed and retreated. After a moment, turn back again. "Has everyone left?" asked King Gu. "They all left. With the master's words, they are relieved. However, I just received news that the people from the Red Dragon Cult should have gone directly to Beiquan Mountain. I don't know if anything will happen to Master Yuanqing." Prince Gu was silent, and finally said calmly: "Everything depends on fate." In the palace. Emperor Li Haotian of Daqian and Prince Qing stood on a high place, facing the direction of Beiquan Mountain. "Has the Royal Ancestor already gone to Beiquan Mountain?" "We're going. According to Third Uncle's speed, he should be almost at Beiquan Mountain by now." Li Haotian nodded slightly, looked into the distance without saying a word, with a hint of worry in his expression. "Your Majesty, rest assured. The Third Imperial Uncle has been through hundreds of battles. Even if he is defeated, he can retreat calmly." Li Haotian sighed and said, "It's our incompetence that we have to trouble the Royal Ancestor to take action on this matter. Moreover, the news that the Royal Ancestor is still in the capital cannot be concealed. I'm afraid there will be another disturbance." Prince Qing was also silent. If he could have become a master in the past, with the help of the clan's ancestral artifacts, and formed an army with himself as the core, he could still fight above the master level, and he wouldn't have to ask the royal ancestor to take action. In the final analysis, these two generations of the Li family were too disappointing. After a while, Li Haotian asked again: "Has Gu Yuanqing left Beiquan Mountain?" "He has not left. I have informed the emperor's uncle of his news. If anything unexpected happens, the emperor's uncle and Gu... the masters in Beiquan Mountain may be able to take down the Red Dragon Cult directly." Li Haotian frowned slightly. If it was a master above the Grandmaster level, he would definitely find a way to ask him to help Daqian. However, Gu Yuanqing's existence was not glorious to the royal family, and the entanglement with the royal family was related to the throne of the next generation of Li family. He was not willing to get too close to Gu Yuanqing.
Apart from the grudge that has always existed in his heart, it is also because the throne of the Daqian Dynasty must be held by a member of the Li family, and if the young child in the palace wants to inherit the throne, he cannot have a father who is not from the Li family, not to mention that this person is above the Grandmaster. …… At the foot of Beiquan Mountain, an old man in green clothes and with gray hair was walking gracefully above the treetops. His steps seemed to be normal, but each step covered a distance of dozens of feet. From a distance, it looked like he was walking in the void. When he reached the foot of the mountain, he looked up at Beiquan Mountain and murmured, "I didn't expect that after more than a decade of absence, such a master would come from outside this dynasty. This mountain... seems a little strange." (End of this chapter)