Chapter 134 My Dad Said...

There has been a legend about Feng Shui dragon veins in China since ancient times. Although no one has confirmed whether dragon veins are really useful, Feng Shui is in line with the laws of nature to a certain extent. For example, the bow evil star has been scientifically confirmed to be a phenomenon reaction.

The founders of Feng Shui discovered this pattern and recorded it down.

This Qing tomb does not follow the geographical location of Feng Shui, such as the presence of dragon or phoenix veins.

Because they needed to hide and maintain the mixed-race blood in the blood pool, the blood of their own people was simply not enough to supply it. They also quietly destroyed many mixed-race families.

"Did I succeed?"

The originally skinny body in the coffin had become plump again. He regained consciousness and could feel his body growing wildly.

The powerful heartbeat was thumping, and the sound even echoed in the tomb, as if it contained great power.

Lying in the alchemical coffin is the ninth emperor of the Qing Dynasty - Emperor Xianfeng Aisin-Gioro Yizhu, who was the last emperor with real power in the Qing Dynasty.

The legend of transforming into a dragon was circulated in their family, but no one had ever succeeded. He had to choose this path out of necessity, otherwise the Qing Dynasty would have been on the verge of collapse.

The first industrial revolution in Britain was launched in the 18s, but the prelude to the industrial revolution was already in the 60th century. In 17, Watt improved the steam engine, and workshops began to turn into factories.

By the 18th century, the Industrial Revolution was on track. Anyone with eyes and ears could see that the efficiency brought by industrialization was the trend of the future.

By 1840, industrial production factories in Britain had largely replaced manual production workshops.

At that time, trade between the East and the West was extremely frequent, and the Qing Dynasty's vast territory, economic scale, and population size were enough to be called a great power.

The Qing Dynasty earned a huge trade surplus by exporting tea and porcelain to the West and making a lot of silver from the West.

But it was a trade surplus for the Qing Dynasty and a trade deficit for the West.

A large amount of wealth flowed out, so Britain, the "Empire on which the Sun Never Sets", had to find a way to make the money back. After a British delegation visited the Qing Dynasty, some people in the delegation discovered the corruption beneath the Qing Dynasty's bloated body, so they turned around and started trading in opium. The Sassoon family, a Jewish family, was able to rise rapidly thanks to this huge market.

Later, Lin Zexu destroyed opium in Humen, and Britain took the opportunity to launch the First Opium War.

The Qing Dynasty was completely defeated.

On the water, British warships reached Nanjing, and at this time Emperor Xianfeng Yizhu found that the world had changed.

Thus, the Qing Dynasty signed the first unequal treaty in China's modern history.

After careful consideration, he decided to take a risk. Only by turning into a dragon and gaining the dragon's powerful strength could he have the power to change all this.

Otherwise, choose to follow industrialization? After industrialization, it becomes easier to make guns. If enough guns are obtained, the vast land of China will definitely be in chaos.

It's not like he didn't know what was going on. He was not an emperor without anyone under his control. It had only been a few years since he purged the Grand Council, promoted his own people to power, and promoted Han officials on a large scale to quell the Taiping Rebellion.

If they really industrialize, by then the heads of the Manchus will not be enough to be divided among all the other ethnic groups.

The Second Opium War further strengthened his resolve, so he began to prepare, massacring some mixed-race families to gather the necessary materials. Six years later, he launched the plan, then entered the coffin under the pretext of death and began his journey to becoming a dragon.

"I don't know how much time has passed, and I don't know what the Qing court is like now." He thought while lying in the coffin.

The two Opium Wars had greatly dampened the Qing dynasty's spirit, and the launch of the Dragon Transformation Plan had also cost many powerful hybrids. When he entered the coffin, he, who was well-read, could already see the end of the Qing dynasty.

If he had not succeeded in transforming into a dragon, the Qing Dynasty would have undoubtedly perished, and all members of the royal family would have been sent to the guillotine.

“But I succeeded!”

If he succeeds, the Qing Dynasty will be restored again! The mixed-blood royal family will become a royal family that truly owns dragons!

And this path has been proven to be feasible, they can create dragons continuously!
Yizhu could feel that his body was trying to grow. He could feel that his body was pressing against the coffin lid, but he was unable to move. He was now like a baby in the embryonic stage, unable to control his underdeveloped body.

"Will the coffin not be crushed?"

He was a little worried. This alchemical coffin was passed down from his ancestors. If it was crushed by him, he didn't know if he could build a new one.

Lying in the coffin, he felt that time passed very slowly. The coffin was gradually squeezed to the extreme by his growing body. After a crackling sound, it broke open and the coffin lid pressed on his face, but he had no way to get it off.

Until he was able to move his "fingers", control the wing claws and flick them lightly, the coffin lid weighing dozens or hundreds of pounds flew out.

"A tremendous strength!"

He was delighted in his heart, for he was considered an excellent mixed-race, but the strength of this one finger was equivalent to the strength of his arm.

This made him even more determined to restore the glory of the Qing Dynasty!
The weather in the capital changed suddenly. Wind and clouds that even the weather station could not detect came almost instantly. In just a few minutes, strong winds blew up and dark clouds covered half of the capital.

The weather caught everyone off guard. People working at heights were instantly shaky, and the disaster had already occurred before the weather station even had time to issue a warning.

With a loud thunder, raindrops as big as beans fell from the sky, hitting people's faces and causing pain.

Ordinary people thought it was a thunderstorm, but were surprised at the speed at which the wind and clouds came, as if their butts were on fire, so fast and so suddenly.

But the hybrids in the capital could sense that this was no ordinary thunderstorm.

"Success."

Xia Mi looked towards the place where the cemetery was.

The Qing emperor still had some strength after he transformed into a dragon, but compared with the orthodox dragon clan, he was like a one-piece cast part and assembled parts.

There is no problem with light use, and it is also okay with moderate use, but under heavy use and overload use, when the quality is really tested, this thing will fall apart.

This is why she called him a pseudo-dragon. He has everything that the original first generation has, but he can't make it to the end.

"Exceeding the elemental turbulence caused by the next generation."

Chu Zihang was not with Xia Mi. He returned to the hotel by himself, waiting for the fake dragon in the tomb to be born.

He immediately figured out the cause of this elemental turbulence.

Comparing the memories in the holy remains, he felt that the visions caused by the other party exceeded those of the second generation. He just didn't know whether this pseudo-dragon evolved by alchemy would produce a dragon bone cross.

Finkel and Zhang Baiqing also stayed in the hotel. Lu Mingfei went out again early in the morning, but no one knew whether he went to the Internet cafe to play or really went out to investigate clues.

Lu Mingfei did run out to investigate clues, but he didn't know that he ran from Haiding District to Xinyang District. Mobile phones didn't have such convenient maps to see where you were these days, and he hadn't read much information about the capital.

Lu Mingfei sat on the bus and felt like he hadn't gotten off the bus for a long time. He got off the bus and looked at the bus stop sign. He scratched his head and said, "Panjiayuan? Am I still in Haiding District?"

A young man nearby heard him and said, "Panjiayuan is of course not in Haiding District. This is Xinyang District. You want to go to Haiding District, why are you here? You are going the wrong way."

This is a very long and crooked route, with the east and west urban areas separating it.

"Ah? Thank you."

Lu Mingfei thanked him a little embarrassedly. Actually, he was not that bad at directions. He just didn’t know which area was which.

"Are you here for tourism?"

The young man felt that he didn't look like he was here to work. He could go to such a crooked place. If he had a job, he would have been fired long ago.

"That's it."

"Then you've come to the right place. Panjiayuan Old Market is a famous antique market."

The young man kindly said to him, "You can come here to find some small items you like, but don't buy expensive ones, most of them are fakes, just listen to the legend of finding a bargain. If you see a small item you like, bargain and spend a hundred or so yuan to buy it. If the stall owner brags to you that it is from the Eastern Zhou Dynasty or the Western Zhou Dynasty, don't believe it, because the item may be newer than you, maybe it was from last week."

"By the way, if you like jade bracelets, vases, or other fragile things, when someone hands them over, you must not reach out to take them. Let them put them down first before you take them. Otherwise, when you take them, if they let go of the things and they break them, they will insist that you broke them, and you will be in big trouble." "Oh, thank you."

Facing this enthusiastic young man, Lu Mingfei thanked him repeatedly. Under his gaze, he felt embarrassed if he didn't go in.

He could only walk in.

This market is indeed just as the young man said, it sells antiques, and the stalls and shops are full of antiques.

Lu Mingfei thought, maybe he could find something in a place like this?
You can look for it anywhere anyway, and it’s the same here.

So he started walking around, and finally stopped in front of a stall in the corner and took a look. The stall owner ignored him and smoked his pipe calmly.

Lu Mingfei was attracted by a small, exquisite bronze sword on the stand, about 20 centimeters long. He thought it would look good on the table, so he asked the stall owner, "Can I pick it up and take a look?"

The young man's advice to him made him a little cautious.

"Whatever you want, just don't break it." The stall owner said casually. There were no antiques on his stall, only industrial products, so he put them on the shelves.

Lu Mingfei then reached out and picked up the bronze sword and placed it in his hand. There were exquisite patterns carved on the bronze sword. Since it was made of metal, it felt a bit heavy in his hand.

A little boy ran over and said to the stall owner, "Dad, Mom wants you to go back."

"Oh." The stall owner put away his pipe, but did not close the stall. Instead, he said to the little boy, "Then look here."

"Okay dad."

Then the stall owner left, leaving the little boy here.

After Lu Mingfei looked at the bronze sword, he put it down and picked up a dark golden metal skull. He felt that the skull could be placed next to the sword on the table, which was not bad. So he held the skull and said to the little boy, "One hundred."

These two items can be considered semi-artworks, and since this is an antique market, Lu Mingfei feels that one hundred yuan per piece is enough.

The little boy hesitated and said, "My dad said..."

“Just one hundred.” Lu Mingfei shouted out the price firmly again. It was obviously a modern industrial product, and one hundred was the maximum price. It was impossible to go any higher.

If the price is over 100, he might as well look online to see if it's for sale, but he doesn't know if he can find a style that suits his taste.

But he didn't know when he would go abroad and return to Kassel College, so he was willing to bid 100.

The little boy blinked his eyes, still a little hesitant: "But my dad said..."

"200 for two pieces." Lu Mingfei directly took out two red bills and stuffed them into the child's hand.

He saw that his aunt always did this when bargaining for vegetables. She would just stuff the money into the other party's hand, and the other party would usually accept it and not continue bargaining.

Seeing that the money was in his hands, the little boy no longer insisted on what his father said and took the money.

When Lu Mingfei saw the child accept the money, he took the skull and bronze sword in his hands and asked casually, "What did your father say?"

"My dad said, I'll sell it for fifty." The stall owner was actually quite confused.

Maybe he was still young and it was the first time he encountered such a thing, so he told it honestly.

Lu Mingfei: "..."

He hesitated whether to ask the little boy to return the hundred yuan, but he felt it was embarrassing, so he turned around and left.

As he walked, he muttered quietly: "Luckily I didn't come out with others, otherwise it would be so embarrassing..."

"Hahahahaha, burp!"

But after walking a few steps, he heard the little devil's happy laughter, and it seemed that the little devil was almost laughing out of breath.

Everything around him stopped. He turned around and saw the little devil Lu Mingze talking to himself in a pretentious manner:

"one hundred."

"My dad said..."

"Just one hundred!"

"But my dad said..."

"200 for two pieces."

"My dad said, sell it for fifty."

"Hahahaha!" After talking to himself, Lu Mingze laughed out loud again.

Lu Mingfei's face turned dark. He felt that the dark gold skull and bronze sword in his hands were not so attractive anymore. He wanted to throw them away immediately.

"What's so funny?" he asked with a sullen face.

"It's really not funny at all." Lu Mingze tightened his face and put away his smile, but Lu Mingfei felt that he could hardly suppress the smile at the corners of his mouth and eyes.

Lu Mingfei asked: "Why did you come to see me? You didn't come just to make fun of me, did you?"

Lu Mingze said: "Of course there is something wrong. I have received special training and I will not laugh no matter how funny something is."

"What's the matter?" Lu Mingfei didn't want to discuss the matter of laughter with him anymore.

"A dragon is about to revive, and it's time for you to get to work, brother." Lu Mingze said.

"Dragon? The king of the earth and mountains?" Lu Mingfei did not forget why he came to the capital.

Lu Mingze said: "No, the King of the Earth and the King of the Mountain are also here, but they didn't come out to cause trouble, so you can't find them."

"What kind of dragon is that?"

Lu Mingfei wondered why he couldn’t find the King of Earth and Mountains. Could it be that they were the younger brothers of the King of Earth and Mountains?

"A pseudo-dragon, a dragon that evolved from a human."

"A dragon evolved from humans?" Lu Mingfei was stunned.

In his limited knowledge of mixed-bloods, there was no mention of such a thing.

"Yes, that's right, so brother, you need to go to the battlefield." Lu Mingze looked serious.

"But I can't use any of my spiritual words."

Lu Mingfei got angry when he talked about this. He suspected that the word spirit he possessed was swallowed by the little devil.

“You can use it.” Lu Mingze said with a smile, “It’s just that you don’t know how to use it correctly, brother.”

"What is the correct way to use it?" Lu Mingfei asked him.

"Call me to use it for you." Lu Mingze said.

"..." Lu Mingfei asked him: "Can I punch you twice?"

(End of this chapter)