Chapter 70 Blood

Thunder roared, electric snakes danced wildly, and heavy rain fell down. Jidu's drainage system was very good. With such heavy wind and rain, there was no water accumulation on the street.

The large group of people marched on the street, including soldiers from the City Defense Forces, subordinates of the Fengshang Department, and even people from the Guozong Mansion brought by Yu Xuan. Along the main road on the center line of Jidu, the group quickly arrived at the palace gate of the Dayan Dynasty.

Yu Xuan came out to call the door. The heavy palace gate of the Dayan Palace, which was twelve feet thick and six feet thick, slowly opened, revealing the dark corridor behind it. The walls on both sides of the corridor were twenty-one feet high and the corridor was only two and four feet wide. Walking in the corridor, looking at the dark sky with lightning and thunder above our heads, it gave people a sense of extreme depression and uneasy solemnity and heaviness.

Every thirty feet, a bridge is placed across the walls on both sides of the corridor, which not only facilitates the exchange of soldiers on the city walls on both sides, but also is an extremely powerful defensive measure. As long as a team of crossbowmen are arranged on the bridge and the soldiers on the city heads on both sides, it can cause a full-angle and no dead corner blow to the people in the corridor.

There were sounds of hooves, and the suppressed aura became more and more intense. After walking along the corridor for seven miles, passing through a thick alloy palace gate, the front suddenly became clear, revealing a majestic group of palaces. On the thick pyramid-shaped stone platform, layers of magnificent palaces were piled up layer by layer, from bottom to top, and the palace had nine floors.

The highest palace is nearly a hundred feet above the ground, and dark clouds are almost close to the roofs of the palaces, and lightning almost shot down the black glazed tiles on the palace. The palaces are like they are built in the sky, appearing faintly in the dark clouds and thunder, which is particularly mysterious.

This palace complex is about five miles wide when Wuqi saw it. The nine-story palace is more than a hundred feet high from bottom to top. Isn’t it 20,000 to 30,000 pavilions and pavilions? Although the style of the palace is a bit monotonous, it is basically printed in the same mold with the three, six and nine bays combined with the format of tall eaves, but so many buildings are put together, the atmosphere is still hard to describe in words.

When entering the innate realm, the warrior's spiritual consciousness is more than a hundred times sharper than that of ordinary warriors. In addition, Wuqi has merged many soul particles in front and back, which has greatly enhanced his soul several times. His spiritual consciousness can basically be compared with real people at the innate fetal breathing level.

In the numerous palaces ahead, there were countless fierce murderous auras looming. Wuqi clearly felt that there were not tens of thousands of elite masters hidden in this large area of ​​palaces? Among them, there were more than a thousand acquired peak auras, and there were as many as a hundred innate auras, among which there were some subtle and unpredictable auras hidden. Wuqi did not dare to guess what realm it was.

A lightning bolt of water hit the dark clouds, and a "click" sound hit a golden statue standing on the square in front of the palace.

In front of the main hall of the Dayan Dynasty Palace, there is a huge square about five miles long and wide. On this nearly square square, there are eight rows, eight columns and sixty-four metal statues that are more than ten feet high. The statues are exactly the same, all of which are majestic warriors wearing heavy knights and holding long swords.

The lightning struck one of the golden men. A violent electric current rushed through the statue, causing dazzling blue light to erupt around the statue. The huge power surged in the statue, stimulating thousands of palm-sized talismans and runes appeared on the surface of the statue. The translucent blue runes rotated backwards on the surface of the statue, and the suffocating powerful aura faintly spread around.

What a powerful ban magic circle. Wuqi took a breath and took a cautious look at these metal statues.

Under Yu Xuan's leadership, a large group of people bypassed the palace group in front and went straight to the back garden of the Dayan Dynasty's palace from a nearby avenue. Here, Wuqi met the real core area of ​​the Dayan Dynasty.

On a small piece of green grass with several acres of radius, several old pine trees grew across and out. In the middle of the grass, there was a thatched hut made of wood, covered with thatched grass, and a length of more than ten feet wide. With this thatched hut as the center, eight smaller houses were arranged in the shape of nine palaces.

The hut in the middle is as simple as it is, and the eight rooms outside are better. Although the shape is also simple, it is at least a brick, stone, civil and wooden structure, and is covered with glazed tiles. At least there is no need to worry about a strong wind blowing the house away.

A flash of lightning struck by. With the lightning, Wuqi saw a plaque hanging on the hut in the middle, with the three words "Yan Feitian". I don't know who wrote these three words, with sharp strokes and swept into the sky. It seemed that a rare bird was really grinding his fists and palms on the ground, preparing to use the wind of heaven and earth to rush to the sky.

Lightning flashed by, and the three big words "Da green Yan Feitian" flashed in front of everyone's eyes. Wuqi and others who had enough cultivation could still stand. Other people with weaker cultivation would tremble and stand steadily as long as they looked at the three big words for a long time, and many people fell to the ground in a mess.

Yu Xuan stood in front of the hut, staring at the three big words on the plaque with broken umbrellas everywhere.

"More than two thousand years ago, my ancestor of Dayan was here, and together with many disciples and people, a piece of wood and grass, built this chamber of conferences. Two thousand years later, our Dayan Dynasty had hundreds of millions of people, countless cities, and borderless territory. This is still the true heart of my Dayan Dynasty!"

Yu Xuan slowly said the above passage to Wuqi, Lu Chengfeng, and even Tie Yuewu in a tone with a little fanaticism and religious worship. Not only him, but even Yan Jiahui, Yan Bugui and others, looking at the crude thatched hut, his body was straight, and there was an indescribable sacred and solemn appearance on his face.

More than two thousand years ago, Yan Huang Yan Dan and dozens of guests and tens of thousands of people built the first crude thatched hut here. They took this place as the starting point and built the current Da Yan Dynasty with tidy paths, one piece of wood and one piece of grass. As his descendants and his direct descendants, Yu Xuan temporarily forgot all his gold, silver and jewelry in such a place that was almost like a religious holy land.

This is the hall of Yan Dan and others more than 2,000 years ago, and it is also the residence of the State Council, which was specially used by the Great Yan Dynasty to deal with various affairs related to the royal family and vassal states more than 2,000 years later.

Qin Qingshui suddenly spoke and broke the atmosphere that was almost religious: "Duke Yu Xuan, you are busy with yours. Qingshui escorts here, and you don't care about the rest. Tuoba Qingye, the pro-democrat of the country, was killed. I would like to ask Duke Yu Xuan to give Qingshui an explanation later."

After snorting coldly, Yu Xuan glanced at Qin Qingshui and waved his hand without comment.

Qin Qingshui looked at Lu Chengfeng and Wuqi deeply, and snorted coldly, leading a large number of subordinates behind him to leave quickly. The matter tonight is not completely understood, at least he still needs to be in charge of the assassination scene.

Yan Zuohui laughed loudly: "Hey, Jicheng is not the capital of our Xifengwei. Tsk, the matter has nothing to do with us. We are just watching the fun. Hey, Lu Chengfeng, while you have not confirmed your identity, I will call you a few more boys! Haha, haha!"

Yan Jue 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 and smiled at Yan Bugui. Yan Bugui was weak and smiled at Wuqi, and looked at Lu Chengfeng with his strange eyes again.

Under Yu Xuan's leadership, everyone changed into the clean and soft straw sandals prepared here, walked into the hut, and sat down one by one on the mats made of fine straw according to their identity.

Soon, there were dense footsteps outside the hut, and one old man with an age and appearance similar to Yu Xuan came here. They changed their straw sandals silently, walked into the hut, and sat down on the ground on both sides of Yu Xuan.

There is one Guozong Mansion in the Dayan Dynasty, namely Yanxing Duke Yan Yuxuan. In addition, there are 48 elders of the Dayan Dynasty, all of whom are from the Dayan Dynasty royal family, who are of the same generation as Yuxuan. There are also several relatives from wealthy families such as the Jing family, Gao family, Tian family, Le family, and Qin family. The Guozong Mansion formed by them basically decides the affairs of the Dayan Dynasty royal family and vassal states.

After briefly introducing Lu Chengfeng's identity, Yu Xuan immediately urged everyone present to follow Yan's rule and follow the procedure of "returning home after dropping blood".

Yan Le Gong Yan Buji left a rich heritage, which is an jealous inheritance. If the Guozong Mansion handles the things left by Yan Buji, it may cause a lot of trouble. Therefore, the Guozong Mansion simply issued a warm and devoured clause. As long as the offspring left by Yan Buji, regardless of his origin, the first person to arrive in Jidu is his heir.

The many national elders present passed this clause. So although they were surprised that Yu Xuan summoned them to the Guozong Mansion in the middle of the night, since the offspring left by Yan Buji came to the door, working overtime overnight is inevitable. If Lu Chengfeng is not allowed to conduct a blood test, if another Yan Buji illegitimate child comes to the door, wouldn't it be another big trouble?

No one raised objections. According to the pre-determined process, under the supervision of all the seniors of the country, Yu Xuan and others opened a secret door underground in the Guozong Mansion and took out a test tube made of transparent crystal from the secret room with countless restrictions.

In the test tube, there is a half tube of the potion made of Yan Buzi's flesh essence.

Under the close monitoring of the forty-eight Guo Laos and Yu Xuan, the national sect, Yan Kuohui and Yan Bugui, etc., Lu Chengfeng showed his arm and carefully cut a knife on the wrist vein with a knife, dripping three drops of essence and blood into the test tube.

The light red agent in the test tube suddenly turned dark blue, and then emitted a dazzling golden light.

Yu Xuan suddenly jumped up and slapped hard: "It's done, this county... this Duke of Yan Le and the title of Zuo Guozheng have a master!"

Several other senior Guo Laos also smiled and said, "It is the child of Mrs. Rongyang. This professor since childhood is no problem. He is also the son of a noble family. He just inherits the title of Duke Le Yan!"

These old people also made it clear that Lu Chengfeng was a child of a family background, so he inherited everything about Yan Buji, and they had no objection. If Yan Buji's illegitimate son, who came to Jicheng, was born in grassroots, he might have some changes.

Having said that, how could Yan Buzi and an illegitimate child born to ordinary women know about Yan Buzi's death?

The blood returned to his hometown, and the blood was light green and the golden light shone, proving that Lu Chengfeng was indeed Yan Buji's biological son.

Yan Jiahui's face suddenly changed color. He was entangled for a while before he came up to salute Lu Chengfeng, who showed ecstasy face.

"The twelfth generation of the Dayan clan's family, Sun Yan, has met the leader of this sect, Duke Yan Le!"

Yan Jiao raised his head, smiled strangely at Wuqi, moved his lips, and said a word silently.
Chapter completed!