In the imperial city and the Forbidden City, the vermilion walls support the heavyness of the historical smoke, and the tiles of the majestic palace tell the sway of the rise and fall of the wind and rain.

Hu Ziming entered this majestic and majestic imperial city through the side gate of the Forbidden City.

At this time, this place where emperors of the three dynasties became more and more mysterious and unpredictable.

The golden Taoist texts engraved on the ground inside the city wall appear and disappear from time to time, and the hazy fog rises from nowhere. Under the low sky of the imperial city, the Forbidden City is like a sleeping dragon, as if it will wake up from the earth in the next second.

"This is what the Forbidden City looks like, and it deserves the identity of Emperor Chengzu of Ming at that time."

Hu Ziming passed the rubble palace building and walked from the side gate to the central axis of the Forbidden City. He couldn't help but sigh as if he was fluctuating at any time.

The earth under Hu Ziming's feet, under the expansion of endless spiritual energy, the short space shows endless breadth.

Looking up, the Palace of Supreme Harmony seemed to be in the sky.

It's like a fairy palace in mythology.

In the vast and vast square, Hu Ziming walked on the central axis of the square in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Single.

There is a large formation in the Forbidden City where Yi Xu controls the Forbidden City, and all the extra manpower is unnecessary.

However, at this time, Hu Ziming discovered something extraordinary in the Forbidden City.

In the dark, Hu Ziming could feel something invisibly staring at him.

"This feeling?"

Hu Ziming murmured.

This feeling was like having a pair of huge eyes looking at Hu Ziming.

Hu Ziming suddenly turned around, but there was nothing.

The dark sky, the majestic palace in the distance, and there are no living people on all sides except him.

"Is it an antique in the Forbidden City?"

Beard guessed to himself.

But then he gave up the idea that the formation was left by Emperor Chengzu of Ming and the imperial seal was left by Emperor Qin Shihuang.

Hu Ziming really couldn't imagine what antique could fight against it.

“But that feels.”

Hu Ziming could feel the meaning of calving and condescending.

It makes people feel humble.

It's like peeking at Hu Ziming's life itself is extremely noble.

"At the feet?"

Hu Ziming stared at the marble slab under his feet.

The marble pattern is more charming at this time due to the erosion of time.

Through the soles of his feet, Hu Ziming seemed to feel the whole earth as if it was alive, and it was breathing.

Frequency fluctuations are extremely regular.

Along with the whole earth, people can't help but feel their own insignificance.

“It feels strange.”

Hu Ziming frowned, and then his steps under his feet became faster.

He wants to ask what the situation is.

Could it be that something happened in the Forbidden City?

Hu Ziming couldn't help but guess.

He walked all the way through the stone bridge on the central axis and walked into the Hall of Supreme Harmony on the white marble steps.

On the stone bridge and carved railings and jade bricks that were walking by, Hu Ziming felt that the stone sculptures and pavilions in the entire Forbidden City seemed to have come alive.

It seems that the entire Forbidden City is in a state of vitality and majesty.

As soon as I entered the hall, a familiar voice came from the hall.

"General Hu, long time no see."

Yi Xu, who was sitting in the center of the Taihe Palace, was still wearing a Taoist wardrobe with Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram on his back. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the beard Mingdao who was stepping in.

This voice made Hu Ziming feel a little relieved.

Since Taoist Master Yixu is fine, there should be no problem in the Forbidden City.

Hu Ziming probably didn't realize that he had trusted this Taoist priest from a poor and remote place.

Walking into the hall, Hu Ziming looked up.

Compared to Yi Xu, who had exhausted his efforts with the ancients in the Forbidden City, Yi Xu is now sitting calmly on the ground in the center of the Supreme Hall.

impartial.

Countless Taoist scriptures sat down and surrounded Yixu, and they seemed to be integrated with the entire hall.

The flashing golden light reflects the hall like a temple in mythology.

Hu Ziming stood here and seemed to feel the close connection between Yixu and the Forbidden City.

Invisible and tangible, it seems that you have entered the Forbidden City Yixu, which is the center of this world.

All the Tao was coiled around him.

"Master Yixu seems to have benefited a lot from here."

Hu Ziming smiled. Even if his level of practice in Taoism was very shallow, he could still feel the transformation of Yixu.

It's like being reborn from a cocoon.

Hearing Hu Ziming's words, Yi Xu supported the land in the Hall of Supreme Harmony where the ministers worshipped a hundred years ago, stood up and said with a smile:

"There are many useful things that Chengzu left me, otherwise how could I make progress."

Yi Xu stood there, but Hu Ziming felt a feeling similar to the immortality of the feather.

However, this feeling is mixed with a hint of domineeringness.

"By the way, why did I feel that the entire Forbidden City seemed to have come alive when I came in? It seemed that the whole city was different."

Hu Ziming asked about his doubts.

In his feeling, the entire Forbidden City was like a lie-down dragon, which was entrenched on the earth and was always watching the people coming and going.

But he couldn't say what exactly was.

Hearing Hu Ziming's question, Yi Xu smiled and said:

"That is the dragon vein gathered in the underground of the Forbidden City, it has woken up."

"Dragon Vein? So I just felt that the breathing of the underground like the entire earth is the dragon Vein?"

Hu Ziming didn't know the dragon vein. He had heard of his mother Dezhong. The ancients called the powerful earth vein the dragon vein, and the dragon vein could control the rise and fall of the dynasty.

But what does it mean to wake up with the dragon vein?

"Yes, the emperor lives on the dragon vein and controls it in all directions. Everyone observes the dragon and is afraid of it. They are threatened by its power and are threatened by the ground, and they dare not refuse to follow."

Yi Xu shook his Taoist robe and was still in a natural and free state. He just didn't know if it was because he hadn't seen anyone for too long. Hu Ziming felt that the less popular he was, but his majesty and immortality became heavier.

He casually replied to the ancient text that Hu Ziming had never heard of at all.

"Will the dragon vein wake up?"

"The dragon vein will wake up and even give birth to will. The Yellow River is the dragon vein with its own will."

"The Yellow River is the dragon vein?"

Hu Ziming became more and more confused.

"Yes, senior Huanghe Old Man knows the secrets even more about this."

“Good or bad?”

Hu Ziming asked directly.

He understood, so he shouldn't have asked the bottom line.

Yi Xu turned his head and looked at Hu Ziming, and smiled and said:

"In this era, as long as the dragon veins recover is a good thing."

The resuscitation of the dragon vein means that more spiritual energy will be nurtured.

This is what the ancients said about outstanding people and powerful places.

Now, no one in this world doesn’t want to stay in a place where they are rich in spiritual energy.

Even the demon clan needs to find a wonderful place for spiritual mountain.
To be continued...