Beginning from the world of Uncle Jiu, he tricked his master into enlightening him.

It is said that Yan Chixia has joined the sword, turned into a sword light across the sky and earth, and struck hard at the neck of the dragon incarnate as Pudu Cihang.

"hold head high!"

Shenlong let out a shrill scream.

The golden light wrapped around the body gradually dissipated, and then the body fell off like ceramic shards, revealing the centipede's true body inside.

At the same time, high in the sky above the capital city, a dragon shadow flashed in the clouds, making bursts of sobbing sounds.

"This is something happened to the Imperial Master!"

In the Imperial Preceptor's house, a warrior's expression changed drastically and he hurriedly ran out of the room.

When he went out, he saw that the courtyard was full of people, all of whom were martial saints or heavenly masters!

"Everyone, the Imperial Guard is in trouble, we must go to the rescue immediately."

A middle-aged warrior took the lead in speaking out.

As soon as these words came out, everyone had different expressions.

Some nodded in agreement, some flashed their eyes, and some remained silent, not knowing what they were thinking.

There are also a very few people who have a look of gloating on their faces.

"Wang Mingxian, do you mean rescue when you say rescue?"

"We are imperial officials, not bandits!"

"How can one leave one's post without authorization from the Holy One?"

The guy who was gloating just now put away the expression on his face and spoke righteously.

His words seemed upright, but in fact they contained evil intentions.

Everyone knows how inefficient the court can be.

Although these people were nominally appointed officials of the imperial court, they were not qualified to meet the emperor alone.

Even if something big happens, it must be reported at all levels and approved step by step.

Even if all superiors open the door for convenience, it will take at least three days to complete all procedures.

At that time, the imperial master was already cold, so why did he go over there to collect the corpses?

"Shang De, you are ungrateful. If it weren't for the Imperial Master, how could you be where you are today?"

Wang Mingxian's face turned red with anger, and he looked at Shang De fiercely.

But Shang De was not afraid at all when he saw this. After arguing with him for a while, he said slowly:

"Master Wang, be careful what you say, Shang cannot bear the words ungrateful!"

When Shang De said this, he couldn't help but recall the scene when Pudu Cihang came to find him.

Just because he didn't agree on the spot, Pudu Cihang used witchcraft to brainwash his whole family in front of him.

Now his father and brothers are still working as sweeping monks in Pudu Temple. As for the female relatives, it's okay not to mention them.

Pudu Cihang did not kill people, but what he did was worse than killing people.

If Shang De himself was not a heavenly master and Pudu Cihang could not be forcibly converted, his fate would be even more miserable than that of his family.

It can only be said that Pudu Cihang is still evil and untamable, or that he is born with pride and simply doesn't bother to care about what ordinary people think.

"Huh! I won't argue with you."

"Those who are willing to save the National Master, come with me now!"

Wang Ming spoke first, then jumped up and flew towards the county where the Imperial Master was located.

The rest of the people looked at each other, and soon, people followed Wang Mingxian's footsteps one after another.

By the end, almost half of the people had left.

Half of the people who stayed behind gathered around Shang De and asked slightly worriedly:
"Brother Shang, if we don't go to save the National Master, if he comes back safely, then we..."

After hearing this, Shang De sneered and said lightly:

"The golden dragon of luck reappeared in Beijing, and Pudu Cihang's hundreds of years of planning came to nothing."

"Even if he doesn't die, he will still be seriously injured. How can he be in the mood to cause trouble for us?"

Having said this, Shang De paused before continuing:
"Everyone, there is no one in the Imperial Prefect's Mansion right now, and the treasures that Pudu Cihang has collected over the years are unguarded. How long will it take if we don't get more at this time?" As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.

Is it necessary to be so extreme?
If Pudu Cihang settles the score afterwards
At this moment, a short guy flashed towards the treasure room.

When everyone saw this, they all showed helpless expressions.

Well, now they couldn’t even wash themselves off even if they jumped into the Yellow River.

Either beat that dwarf to death and wait for Pudu Cihang to come back to ask for credit, or join him in his evil deeds.

They have already refused to save themselves, so what's the use of asking for credit?

So grab it!

Everyone followed suit and started running around the Imperial Master's Mansion.

When he met the guard, he didn't say much and just beat him to death.

Anyway, I have made it this far, so I am not guilty of this.

On the other side, in the Forbidden City, Song Huizong was writing like rain.

As we all know, Huizong of Song Dynasty was a calligrapher, artist, poet and part-time emperor.

His self-created thin gold body was still sought after by many literati even in later generations.

While he was busy, a eunuch broke in and said:

"Your Majesty, the fate of the country has changed, and the national teacher may be in danger."

Song Huizong observed his work intently, thinking about the imperfections, but did not reply.

After a while, he looked up at the eunuch and asked with some confusion:
"What are you doing in here?"

The eunuch was helpless when he heard this, but he had long been used to this kind of situation.

My master, how should I put it, is a bit unusual.

He was very focused on what he was doing, but he was only focused when he was creating art.

This guy becomes drowsy when talking about national affairs.

It can only be said that Song Huizong was sitting in the wrong position.

If he were not the emperor, but an ordinary relative of the emperor, he would not have been reviled for hundreds of years.

It is even possible that because of his artistic achievements, he is respected as the founder of the art industry.

"Qin Tianjian came to report that the lucky golden dragon has returned to Beijing."

When the eunuch said this, he didn't want to say more at first, but after seeing Song Huizong's confused eyes, he had to add something.

"This means something happened to the Imperial Master!"

When Song Huizong heard this, he suddenly realized that this was the case.

After he frowned and thought for a long time, he asked softly:
"Isn't the Imperial Master an immortal? Who dares to attack an immortal?"

When the eunuch heard this, he took out a memorial from his sleeve and handed it to Song Huizong and said:
"Your Majesty, please read this article."

"The signature is Zhuge Wolong."

When Song Huizong heard this, he showed a surprised expression on his face, Zhuge Wolong?
That Tsutenkaku Grand Scholar?

As a great writer, Song Huizong certainly knew the name of Zhuge Wolong.

I even liked to read Zhuge Wolong's articles at one time, and now the imperial study room still has Zhuge Wolong's works.

However, one day, one of his closest ministers suddenly said that Zhuge Wolong had evil intentions and was suspected of treason.

Song Huizong believed in his ministers and ordered Zhuge Wolong to be thrown into the prison.

However, Song Huizong cherished his talents and was really reluctant to execute Zhuge Wolong.

He ordered Zhuge Wolong to be imprisoned for life, but was not allowed to kill him.

Unexpectedly, Zhuge Wolong was as slippery as a loach, so he took advantage of this and escaped quietly.

However, his luck was not ordinary, and he was caught many times later.

Even the emperor lost patience and sent him to a prison in a remote county. (End of chapter)