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The view from the top of the Nine Cloud Hall could cover the entire Luoyang City, especially after nightfall. The scenery was absolutely unforgettable. However, the Spirit Monarch was not looking around. Instead, he was looking at the man in scholar's robes who had been standing on top of him for an unknown period of time.
The man looked like an immortal, his long mustache fluttering in the wind. He did not show any fear when he saw the Great Earth Emperor, but he was not as unrestrained as Zhang Rang. Instead, he looked at him like a loving father.
The Spirit Monarch's current expression was even more surprising. At this moment, he did not look like a leader who was commanding all officials. Instead, he looked like a child who had not grown up and was regretting his mistakes and waiting for the adults to scold him.
"Exalted One…"
"Emperor, don't call me a superior. Emperor Ping is just a commoner!”
The Spirit Monarch was slightly startled, but he smiled and said,""Then how about I call you mister? I haven't seen you for many years, but you are still as beautiful as ever, and you have the potential to become an immortal or Buddha. On the other hand, I have entered the path of aging that I can't look back on! When the previous Emperor ascended the throne, I met you once. However, this time, my temples have turned white…On the other hand, you are getting older and older, and your appearance is still the same as before.”
"Young is young, old is old. The emperor is devoted to state affairs every day, so it is naturally not as comfortable as the emperor who does not care about the world. However, judging from what the Emperor heard today, the Emperor seems to have a will that is difficult to express and a mouth that is difficult to open. The key seems to be on that person just now. Moreover, I saw that the Emperor's facial features don't seem to be smooth.”
"No…"
"How can we not pay more attention to the emperor's golden jade body? Although I only know a little about medicine, let me help the emperor!”
The man who called himself Emperor Ping opened his long sleeves and his slender fingers reached out to grab the Spirit Monarch's wrist.
Seeing this, the Spirit Monarch spat out the two words " no " and shook his wrist to shake off the man's three fingers. The man smiled slightly as he gently tapped the numbing point on the Spirit Monarch's wrist with his thumb. Then, he used his index and middle fingers to block the Spirit Monarch's right hand. The Dragon Slaying Fist was known as the number one fist technique in the world, and it relied on the strength of his internal cultivation method. However, although the man's Qi was gentle, it was extremely dense. Even if the Spirit Monarch used the Dragon Slaying Force, it was still difficult for him to resist. In the end, he could only give up and let the man take his pulse.
After about a moment, the two of them stood like this for a moment. The man who let go of his finger said with a slightly angry expression,“... In the end, the Emperor did not listen to the previous Emperor's earnest advice and learned this martial art that hurt others and himself!”
The Spirit Emperor shook his head impatiently." The world is in turmoil. The remnants of the Yellow Turban are still everywhere. The battle between Marshal Lu Zhi and Zhang Jiao is not optimistic. Huangfu Song and the others will find it difficult to compete with Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao. Then, there were eunuchs in the court who caused trouble, and there were soldiers outside who ceded territory to become kings. How could I not be worried? If I don't have any skills to rely on myself and don't have any confidants around me, how can I have the ability to resist these rebels?”
"Although I live in the mountains all day long, I still pay attention to the news in the court…Sigh! However, as long as he could not find the Dragon Slaying Sword Technique, if the Emperor only learned the fist technique... Although this fist technique was strong and fierce, there was a fear of backlash. Once the internal illness caused by it relapsed, it would be too late for regret!”
The Spirit Monarch was speechless. After a moment of silence, he replied mysteriously,""I can stop practicing, as long as Mister is willing…"
The man understood what the Spirit Monarch was referring to. His body moved and stopped in mid-air like a cotton feather floating in the wind. He bowed to the Spirit Monarch with both hands and said,"This lowly one has long stopped asking about worldly matters. Today, I will only do this on account of our old friendship. In short, please take care of your dragon body, Emperor.”
A gust of wind blew, and the elegant scholar disappeared.
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