The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 981: Are you surprised?

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I don’t know when clouds and mist fell in Guanyun City.

Fu Xiaoguan got up early this morning. He stood in the clouds and mist in the yard, thinking that he should continue practicing the Nine Yang Heart Sutra.

But just as he sat down cross-legged, he saw two people walking down from the sky in the thick fog.

At that moment Bei Wangchuan drew his bow and nocked an arrow, and the man in the air also spoke at this moment, "Don't shoot randomly, it's me!"

Bei Wangchuan drew back his bow and Fu Xiaoguan raised his head with a look of joy on his face.

Fat man!

There was another person coming with the fat man, he was Ji Yungui.

Fu Xiaoguan was slightly startled. Fatty and Ji Yun returned in front of him.

Fu Xiaoguan wasn't very familiar with Ji Yungui. Even if it was the Spring Thunder Plan this time, if it hadn't been for Fatty's handwriting, he wouldn't have believed in this unfamiliar person.

This time the Spring Thunder Plan is undoubtedly extremely successful at the national level. But from Fu Xiaoguan's personal perspective, this plan was a complete failure.

So the look he looked at Ji Yungui was not friendly, and Ji Yungui seemed to understand. With a solemn expression, he stood in front of Fu Xiaoguan and bowed respectfully:

"Slave meets master!"

Fu Xiaoguan was stunned. Ji Yungui didn't mean to meet the emperor, but his master - how did I become your master?

Ji Yungui's waist was still bent, and he added: "In the past, deep in the Minshan Mountains, the slaves were the slaves of the lady. They were then, they are now, and they will be in the future."

"The young lady has the grace to save the slave's life and to know and meet him. The young lady once said to the slave that if the young lady dies, the only person in this world that the slave will be loyal to is the master."

"What happens to the young lady is not what I want, but I am willing to accept the master's anger and any punishment."

Fu Xiaoguan looked at the fat man, who nodded slightly.

"Sit."

"Thank you, Master."

Ji Yungui sat opposite Fu Xiaoguan. Fu Xiaoguan took out the thin "Nan Ke Ji" from his sleeve pocket and threw it in front of Ji Yungui, "What's going on?"

Ji Yungui just glanced at the cover and said, "The young lady made this when she was bored in Minshan. She said... this is a historical prophecy."

"How does she know this period of history?"

"Because Miss was the great elder of Cemen at that time."

"Is the Great Elder Cemen supposed to know?"

"No, Miss became the great elder of Cemen precisely based on this prophecy."

There is no difference at all whether this is said or not. Ji Yungui added at this time: "I think...Miss has seen this period of history."

"Then why didn't she know that she would die in the border town?"

Fu Xiaoguan's voice was a bit loud and accusatory, and Ji Yungui remained silent for a few breaths, "I think that either the young lady has only seen this short period of history, or... the young lady may, maybe not be dead."

"What did you say?"

Fu Xiaoguan stood up suddenly, "She died in my arms! Can this be faked?"

Ji Yungui spoke again, "In the spring of the fiftieth year of Taihe, the young lady also died in front of a slave. Cai Xi, the old shopkeeper of Yu Fuji, can vouch for this."

"The young lady was built by the servants and Cai Xi themselves and buried it with their own hands. The young lady entered the Cemen for two things. One was the secret technique of the Cemen, the Turtle Breathing Technique, and the other was the Cemen's divine object... ...Chanyi."

"There are three pieces of cicada clothes, one of which is on Emperor Wen's body, so Emperor Wen should have died in Fan Wuxiang's hands, but he survived with the cicada clothes and extended his life by several days , it was not until the end of the Spring Thunder Project that he truly came to an end.”

"Miss is different. Miss is a saint. What's more, she also has a cicada coat... Jia Nanxing gave one to the master back then. Miss asked him to give it to you."

"Since the young lady has one on her, she can definitely withstand Fan Wuxiang's blow."

These words set off a storm in Fu Xiaoguan's heart.

He still wears that piece of cicada clothing, but he never thought that such a sacred object was given to him by his mother.

If what Ji Yungui said is true, then the mother wearing this cicada clothes can indeed withstand Fan Wuxiang's death blow.

Just... "Why did she do this?"

Ji Yungui was silent for a longer time this time, and the fat man sitting on one side had his little eyes widened.

He didn’t know. It was unbelievable to hear it at this time.

"Perhaps, the young lady has more important things, and she needs to die again."

"Let's go to the Emperor's Mausoleum!"

The most important thing now is to confirm whether the mother is really dead or faked!

The four of them left in a hurry. Since Xu Yunqing needed to die again, no one could know about it, so Fu Xiaoguan didn't even take Liu Jin with him.

After an hour's journey, Fu Xiaoguan felt as if half a century had passed.

The three of them rode in a carriage together, and the driver was Bei Wangchuan.

In the carriage, Fu Xiaoguan looked at Ji Yungui and asked, "Do you know where your mother got this poem in Nan Ke Ji?"

"I don't know, but the lady seems to know how to do it."

Ji Yungui recalled for a moment, "It was roughly in the 40th year of Taihe, when Miss was fifteen, she joined the Moon Worship Sect and served as the chief elder of Cemen. She was in Minshan at that time, and the slave personally polished the ink for Miss. I left the words "Nan Ke Ji" on the cover of this book, and told the slave that the so-called Nan Ke was just a dream, and I don't know whether it is true or not."

"I don't know, the lady said: There are always some interesting things and interesting people in the vast sea of ​​people. For example, some people are born with knowledge, and some people are resurrected through corpses."

"The slave is still unclear. The lady said that actually it is best not to know anything. Then the lady wrote the poem in this book. She said... This poem was written by her future son, which was too much. It’s so mysterious that it’s hard for slaves to understand.”

"But now I understand that since the master is the best scholar in the world, it is not surprising that he wanted to write that poem."

Fu Xiaoguan was shocked again, "But she was only fifteen years old at that time, and I was not even born. How could she know this poem?"

"Maybe this is what we are born with."

The fat man is a little strange, because his senior brother Su Changsheng once mentioned that Fu Xiaoguan probably knew it from birth.

Why is Xu Yunqing now a born-knowing person again?

Who is the one who is born to know?

The fat man felt a little confused, but Ji Yungui looked at the fat man at this time, his face was extremely serious, his voice was extremely low and very serious: "If the young lady is really not dead, please never reveal this matter to the emperor. To Su Changsheng!”

The fat man was startled and his mind came to his senses. He opened his mouth, "What? My senior brother...what's the problem?"

"In the border town, he came half a step late."

"But didn't Gao Xian say that Emperor Wen didn't tell Su Changsheng?"

"Gao Xian lied because the master is the child of Emperor Wen and the young lady. Emperor Wen's plan this time was precisely to find a big career for the young master, and he would never let the most critical part go wrong."

Fu Xiaoguan was also surprised...Master?

"What's the point of him doing this?"

Ji Yungui shook his head, "I'm afraid only Miss knows this."