The news of Zheng Xiu's death is still spreading further and further.

Even in the barbarian kingdom outside the border of the Yan Dynasty, many tribes were worried when they heard the end of the mistress of Daqin.

Whether it is the Great Qin Dynasty or the Yanqi Dynasty, the remote kingdoms or tribes that make a living by peasant, hunting and fishing are collectively called the Central Plains Dynasty.

The Central Plains dynasty means prosperity and enlightenment. In fact, most of these remote kingdoms or tribes want to lead their troops to break through the territory, get a piece of the pie from these Central Plains dynasties, or become part of them.

In a sense, Jiaodong County has always been looked down upon by the old powerful people of the Qin Dynasty because in their eyes, Jiaodong County is no different from those fishermen tribes full of fishy smell.

Jiaodong County and Zheng Xiu are actually vaguely the targets of successful counterattacks in the hearts of these barbarian tribes.

Especially when Zheng Xiu became the mistress of Changling and many battles with them were her hands, Zheng Xiu was even more like a god in the minds of many barbarian tribes.

Fear, respect, worship.

Many barbarian tribe leaders who are enemies of Zheng Xiu are actually looking forward to seeing this legendary queen who combines beauty and strength one day.

Many people are inexplicably in a bad mood.

Especially some barbarian kings who used to lend soldiers to the Yan Dynasty, although they knew it was impossible, they kept saying that they would invade Changling and capture Zheng Xiu to be their concubine.

Now that Zheng Xiu died, there was no topic of conversation for his daily imagination and fun, just like an important program in his daily life, which would never happen again in the future.

A tribe king angrily broke his favorite wine glass.

A tribal king burned a set of brocade clothes that he wore when he was about to enter Changling.

......

The atmosphere in many palaces is very cold and weird.

However, the coldest atmosphere and the weirdest one is naturally the imperial palace in Changling.

After being injured, Emperor Yuanwu left the port, but did not return to the Qinhuang Palace in Changling, but went directly to the newly built Afang Palace at the foot of Mount Li.

The palace there is indeed very new, spectacular, and larger.

Some official residence institutions are also relocating there in 6 consecutive times.

However, at least before this, there was no decree to abolish the Changling Palace.

Most palace ladies are still in Changling Palace.

So this is the deserted sides.

There are very few people in the palaces on both sides.

They all look like a dead city, with a tremendous sensation.

Among the kings in the world, the most intriguing thing is naturally Yuan Wu’s mood at this time.

But except Yuan Wu, who can know his emotions at this time?

......

Yuanwu is in a bedroom at the deepest part of Afang Palace.

All the utensils in his bedroom were made of strange black jade. Even though the bed was covered with the softest cushion in the world, it was still too hard for Yuan Wu at this time.

He was very tired at this time and fought against his evenly matched opponent, which consumed too much energy. This battle caused his mental damage to his mind even more than when he met Lushan League.

What he needs most is rest, but he can't fall asleep.

No sleep can be done in any position.

His injured arm was placed on the cushion of the bed and did not dare to make any moves, but even so, the pain still made his body tremble gently.

If the bones are broken and the meridians are broken, it will be difficult to maintain.

For a long time, he could only lie quietly.

But in his perception, the most painful thing comes from the true essence flowing in his body.

For a practitioner like him, the true essence is to provide his entire body with qi and blood. During countless years of practice, he integrates the essence of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, constantly removes impurities, condenses, and changes. The true essence flowing in his body has long been the best spiritual medicine in the world, and the most suitable spiritual medicine for himself.

These elixirs promote the continuous enhancement of his physical functions, give him more energy, and even continuously stimulate his potential.

However, the true energy flowing in his body is no longer like this.

When Zheng Xiu fought with him, he suddenly triggered the star energy that he could not even notice. Even in the eyes of outsiders, he forced all the star lights out of his body at once.

However, there is an essential difference between the power of vital energy and the essential impurities.

Just like the countless ox hair steel needles that penetrate into the body can be easily removed, but during the practice of many practitioners, the medicinal properties of some medicines that quickly improve spiritual energy have long been fused with the blood, and it is impossible to separate each other and it is difficult to remove them.

The true energy and sea of ​​qi in his body have become completely different from all places where these star energy walk, shine and penetrate.

In his current perception, his true energy makes him feel a little strange.

Strangeness is unfavorable.

Even though the power of the true energy has not diminished at all, the true energy flowing in his body is like a chronic poison.

This is a real tangle of nostrils and endless entanglement... Although Zheng Xiu is dead, her unique power, her vitality, is still constantly eroding his body and will, including his confidence.

Even if you can't peel off Zheng Xiu's shadow from your mind.

"So vicious!"

He became angry with hysteria for no reason, his face was distorted, and he cursed in a low and shrill voice in his bedroom where no one else was.

He couldn't even remember how many times it was.

But deep in his mind, there seemed to be a Zheng Xiu standing vividly, smiling at him with contempt and mocking him that those spiritual lotus seeds belonged to her and that they were originally wanted to take them.

In Zheng Xiu's sarcastic voice, the clearest and most common sentence was, "Your cultivation will only decline from today and will not rise again."

"Does I really want to be defeated by you like Wang Jingmeng back then?"

Yuan Wu's face went from twisted to muddy. He finally temporarily pulled Zheng Xiu's shadow and Zheng Xiu's voice from his mind, and then issued two orders, "Summon Bai Qi back to Changling" and "request Zhao Gao to Afang Palace."

An old man heard Yuan Wu's voice in Afang Palace.

He is Xu Fu.

He couldn't help but sigh softly.

At this moment, he suddenly thought that Yuan Wu had always seemed to be alone, and there seemed to be no friends around him.

At this moment, footsteps sounded outside his door.

An official sent a letter.

What shocked him was that the first time he received this letter, he knew that the letter came from Bashan Sword Field and from Ding Ning.

He is very familiar with the handwriting on the letter, which is exactly the same as the handwriting of Wang Jingmeng in the past.

But the content itself made his body tremble slightly.
Chapter completed!