Chapter 1354: The Ancestral Spirit of the Imperial Mausoleum (Part 2)
Startled slightly.
Xuanyuan Zhong thought for a moment and responded quickly: "I have an heir under my knees, and he seems to have been established as a prince. He is only about ten years old."
There was a pause.
Xuanyuan Zhong came back to his senses and said with a stunned expression: "What does the ancestor spirit mean..."
"You guessed it right."
The brilliant sword light flashed across the tomb chamber.
Xuanyuan Sword Spirit said calmly: "If it is really the last resort, we can make this son the new king, and we will have no worries."
Establish a new king to ensure peace.
For the Daxia Empire, this was a good way to temporarily stabilize the situation.
The only problem is.
Xuanyuan Hong, the prince among the princes, is only about ten years old. It is undoubtedly a foolish dream to want to ascend to the throne and govern such a huge empire.
Frowning tightly.
Xuanyuan Zhong, who was kneeling in front of the sword spirit, hesitated to speak several times, and his shoulders were trembling violently.
"I understand your concerns."
The sword in mid-air had a profound brilliance and murmured: "The prince is young and is embarrassed by the heavy responsibility. The important matter of governing the country is by no means a child's play overnight."
He pondered for a moment.
Xuanyuan Sword Spirit continued: "The Great Xia Empire has continued to this day and has been in turmoil for hundreds of years. It does not rely on the merits and demerits of any one person."
"The throne of Daxia is actually just a symbolic totem."
Xuanyuan Sword Spirit said bluntly: "As long as they are of the Xuanyuan family's bloodline, anyone can sit in this position. There is only one thing this country really needs..."
There was silence in the vast and far-reaching hall, with only the whisper of the sword spirit constantly echoing in my ears.
"Then, it is relatively stable!"
As soon as these words came out.
Xuanyuan Zhong, who was lying on the ground, was speechless.
Issues such as the economy, people's livelihood, and even the right to inherit the throne, these things are simply innocuous details for Xuanyuan Sword Spirit.
As a national freak of the Daxia Empire.
This being who fought with the first ancestor of the Xuanyuan clan, what he really cared about was the so-called "relative stability".
Everything is unimportant, ensuring the Xuanyuan clan's dominance is the most important thing.
"So, do you understand?"
The huge coffin was motionless.
The sword floating on it floated in the wind, and he spoke silently.
"You also have the blood of the Xuanyuan family flowing in your body, and your personal strength is even stronger than that little baby. If necessary, you can replace it..."
"That's not necessary."
Get up slowly.
The old man bent down and saluted, but his face no longer had the pious expression just now.
"How could Xuanyuan Zhong be so capable, how dare he do such a heinous and unethical thing?"
He waved his sleeves violently.
The old man's back slowly straightened up, not caring about the astonishment of the sword spirit in mid-air above his head.
Xuanyuan Zhong narrowed his eyes and said resolutely: "The national unification of Daxia is certainly important, but the well-being of the people in the world is by no means something that can be sacrificed casually."
"If this king really covets this throne, he could have done it many years ago..."
More than thirty years ago.
The previous emperor of Daxia died suddenly, and the young Xuanyuan Longcheng was helped to ascend the throne.
In that situation, it was Xuanyuan Zhong who presided over the overall situation and prevented the empire's regime from immediately collapsing.
If he really wanted to seize power, then would definitely be the best time to do it.
"This great river and mountain is by no means a plaything in the hands of our Xuanyuan clan..."
Arch your hands high.
Xuanyuan Zhong lowered his head and said decisively: "Daxia is the Daxia of all people in the world!"
bass......
High-pitched sword chants were emitted continuously.
The sharp sword energy in mid-air turned into inexplicable winds one after another, raging towards the motionless Xuanyuan Zhong in the hall.
Enduring the wrath of the town's freaks.
Xuanyuan Zhong's expression was solemn, and he still maintained his standing posture, letting the majestic sword intent pass over his body, and his exposed skin suddenly felt stinging.
"Daxia is the great summer for all people in the world..."
Repeat what Xuanyuan Zhong just said.
After half a while.
Xuanyuan Sword Spirit smiled instead of being angry, and couldn't help but sigh: "Two people have said this to me a while ago, and you are the third one..."
Frown slightly.
Xuanyuan Zhong looked up at the sword, his eyes full of surprise.
"Let me ask you."
The sword in the sky slowly fell down and came directly to the huge coffin.
"Is that brat named Beigong Mu still working in Longdu?"
Startled suddenly.
After a brief moment of astonishment, Xuanyuan Zhong's expression gradually dimmed, and he shook his head silently: "He died in battle outside Longdu City two years ago..."
There was a sudden silence in the hall.
The sword chant that had been whistling in mid-air suddenly stopped, and the gust of wind that originally wrapped around Xuanyuan Zhong also disappeared without a trace.
"What a pity."
The tone was full of regret, Xuanyuan Sword Spirit sighed sadly.
"He is the only human being I have ever seen who can compare with that guy..."
A bitter smile.
Xuanyuan Zhong looked at the huge coffin in front of him, knowing clearly in his heart that "that guy" that Sword Spirit was talking about was the first generation ancestor who was sleeping in the coffin.
"Go ahead, boldly let go and do what you should do..."
He took off again and returned to hovering above the coffin.
The sword in mid-air trembled slightly, and the voice became calm and solemn again.
"In the final analysis, I am just a weapon to protect the Great Xia Empire. How to govern this country requires you, the younger generation, to think and explore for yourselves."
"No matter what the final result is, there is one thing, you can let down your guard..."
There was a pause.
Xuanyuan Sword Spirit continued: "If someone dares to do harm to the Great Xia Empire and threaten the fundamental existence of this world."
"I will definitely spare no effort to take action and fight side by side with you until the end!"
The strong aura is undoubtedly revealed.
The Xuanyuan Sword Spirit shined with powerful light in the void, instantly illuminating most of the mausoleum, as bright as day.
Feel the oncoming intimidation.
Xuanyuan Zhong couldn't hide the excitement in his heart. He quickly leaned over and saluted again, saying respectfully: "My descendant Xuanyuan Zhong, on behalf of the millions of people in Daxia, I thank my ancestors for their kindness in protecting me!"
Just say it.
The old man in front of him stopped lingering. He stood up and turned towards the entrance of the mausoleum. He already had his own thoughts in his mind.
A bang——
The huge door slammed shut.
The candles in the underground mausoleum were extinguished one after another with the cold wind, and everything in front of them returned to the original boundless darkness.
A faint gleam of light shone in the darkness.
The golden sword light swayed gently, and the Xuanyuan Sword Spirit landed on the coffin from high in the sky, and the little lights flickered continuously.
"You little lunatic, you just left when you said you wanted to, leaving such a big mess for me to deal with..."
Xuanyuan Sword Spirit's tone was slightly sad, full of inexplicable memories, and he smiled bitterly: "I don't know, in the dimension that originally belonged to you, how are you doing now, and there is that thing called "mortgage"
Son, have you paid it off in the end..."
The sharp sword flashed.
The huge coffin cover slowly began to move, revealing the dark bottom of the coffin.
There were no bones at all in the coffin.
In addition to a set of golden brocade clothes, there is also a well-preserved book.
There are four big characters on the cover of the book - "Zizhi Tongjian"!
"Alas, more than five hundred years have passed."
Xuanyuan Sword Spirit sighed and murmured to himself: "I really miss the happy days when I was killing everyone with you..."