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Chapter 192 Dragon Instructor Always Repays Money

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Should we run away?

A wise man doesn't suffer a loss he can't avoid; as long as the green hills remain, there's always hope for a comeback.

Yang Silang instantly had this thought.

pity.

The vanished demonic aura instantly returned to the room.

The nine-tailed fox sneered repeatedly.

"I was so angry with you that I almost forgot to leave you a restriction."

"If you run away, I'll have to spend time looking for you again."

"I'm cutting off your escape plans now."

Nine illusory tails swayed behind her, and then one of the tails detached and transformed into a beam of light that shot towards Yang Silang.

Yang Silang hurriedly dodged to avoid it.

The surrounding air froze, his movements were already restrained. As the blue light landed on him, he felt a burning sensation on his arm. Looking down, he saw a blue fox had appeared, like a tattoo.

The nine-tailed fox waved her hand.

"This is an avatar of mine, and I have already issued a prohibition."

"As long as you stay within a hundred miles of the capital, it won't flare up."

"But if you dare to run more than a hundred miles away, it will immediately wake up and resurrect, swallowing you whole."

"Of course, your life belongs to me. If anyone tries to kill you, it will appear. Consider it a life-saving charm. Consider it an advance payment for listening to your storytelling."

"Alright, I'm leaving..."

After she finished making the arrangements, the eight illusory tails disappeared, transforming into a cloak that draped behind her. With a flick of the cloak, she departed, satisfied.

Yang Silang's eyes lit up when he saw her wave her cloak.

He finally realized why the nine-tailed fox looked familiar; it was the same woman he had met on the street earlier that day, the golden phoenix woman surrounded by a crowd of admirers.

They had the same fair skin and the same high nose and deep-set eyes, but the color of their pupils was different.

But for a demon immortal, changing one's appearance is just a minor skill.

No wonder I always felt that the woman on the street was staring at me; it wasn't just my imagination.

Bitter...

The nine-tailed fox followed the two for only a dozen days before leaving. It turned out that she was certain that they would come to the capital and had been waiting for them there all along.

Yang Silang looked at the fox pattern on his arm, but he was at a loss.

This thing isn't a magic weapon, but it's even more troublesome than one; it's actually an avatar of the nine-tailed fox.

hiss……

Putting aside the question of whether it's about saving one's life or not, doesn't that mean that if she has the intention, every word and action of one's will be under her watchful eye?

What secrets could there possibly be?

But what is the identity of this nine-tailed fox?

The Golden Phoenix could be either a princess or a concubine.

If Mo Xinlian is right, her great enemy has not been reincarnated as a human to cultivate again, and should still be a demon. In that case, wouldn't this nine-tailed fox be Emperor Yongchang's concubine?

Yang Silang's head throbbed even more at the thought.

He looked at the black ring and tried to call out to Mo Xinlian.

"Wife... Oh no... My husband has been targeted by another thieving woman, and she even left a mark on my body."

"Please help me untie this..."

Unfortunately, Mo Xinlian did not respond and disappeared again.

Undeterred, Yang Silang sent another portion of his soul power from his Niwan Palace to carefully probe the fox pattern, trying to determine whether it was a real clone or just a bluff.

boom!

The moment his soul touched the fox pattern.

whoosh...

In a flash, I found myself in a void.

He was as small as a mustard seed, but opposite him was a blue fox as large as a mountain, with eyes like the sun and moon, five fox tails waving behind him, and four other tails appearing as phantoms.

The blue fox was fast asleep, because her body was covered with many crisscrossing wounds, like claw marks, and the wounds were quite deep. As she slept, her demonic power flowed through her body, repairing the wounds on her skin.

Yang Silang peered into the distance with his divine sense.

The blue fox did not wake up, but its tail seemed to react.

hum!

Its tail swung down with incredible speed, like a mountain covering half the sky, accelerating and pressing down. Yang Silang's last shred of soul didn't even have time to react or cry out before it exploded on the spot.

Yang Silang let out a muffled groan.

Two streams of blood flowed from under his nose, and he felt a sharp pain in his head, which had already damaged his spirit.

Bad news—this fox tattoo is indeed an incarnation of the nine-tailed fox, and it's now hanging on my arm.

Good news—the fox clone was seriously injured, perhaps due to its previous battle with Mo Xinlian, and has fallen into a deep sleep.

Unless something important happens outside, he probably won't wake up.

Yang Silang felt somewhat relieved.

I just hope that this green fox clone will stay asleep forever and never wake up.

After being tormented by the nine-tailed fox tonight, how can I possibly have the energy to practice martial arts and cultivate Taoism?

Yang Silang simply turned over and went to bed, but thinking about this hidden worry, he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. He tried to contact Mo Xinlian several times without success, and finally gave up hope. He didn't know when he finally fell asleep.

The next day I got up.

Yang Silang was wondering whether he should send Da Niu back first to avoid trouble, as he was surrounded by thorns.

To my surprise, someone came to my door early in the morning.

The other person wore a slanted eye mask, had a bulbous nose, and a large, round belly, but walked with agile steps and shouted loudly before even entering.

"Yang Silang, Wang Daniu..."

"How did you two manage to pay off that gambling debt?"

"They tricked me; I can't accept this debt..."

The visitor was none other than Instructor Long. He had received the gambling debt note he had signed yesterday and knew that Yang Silang and Wang Daniu must have paid off his debt.

It was already late when he thought about it and then turned to take care of something. So he got up early the next morning to look for the two of them at the Fu Family Inn.

"Master Long, please sit down."

Yang Silang hurriedly welcomed the old man in and served him tea.

Even drinking tea couldn't shut him up. He kept complaining about how low the restaurant's scheme was, how they were openly robbing people, and how their behavior was so unseemly.

Although Yang Silang was preoccupied with his own affairs, he listened attentively.

Suddenly, a thought struck him.

He looked at Long Yiyan and said.

"Instructor, you're a fifth-rank official, where are you on duty now?"

"You said someone is plotting against you. Is it related to your location?"

"If you urgently need money, isn't there anyone who can bribe you to give you some money to do you a favor; or let you take sick leave and rest for a while? In short, something related to your job?"

Long Yi was taken aback upon hearing this, stood up, and muttered to himself.

"Hiss... I've had too much to drink, my head isn't working properly."

"Now that you mention it, it all seems to make sense..."

"It does seem to have some connection to my current job."

Long Yiyan said that he was currently on duty as a guard at the mausoleum.

The so-called imperial guards were garrisons that guarded the tombs of deceased former emperors. Of course, the tomb of the current Yongchang Emperor, which had been under construction for decades, was also within their protection area.

The Imperial Guard was a super-large unit with nearly 20,000 soldiers.

According to ancestral rules, during the reign of Emperor Taizu of the Great Shun Dynasty, a sacred site surrounded by mountains and rivers outside the capital was selected to build the mausoleum. The mountain was renamed Wanshou Mountain, and all the emperors who passed away there were buried there.

The so-called imperial mausoleum is not just where emperors are buried.

Empresses, concubines, and even the emperor's most trusted civil and military officials, and even eunuchs, may be buried in the mausoleum.

The standard is simple: it is simply the four words "Sacred Heart".

If the emperor says you're qualified, you can be buried there and enjoy the nourishment of the dragon vein, with incense burning continuously throughout the four seasons.

He served as a fourth-rank commander in the garrison, responsible for guarding the mausoleum of the late Emperor Jinghe, the father of the current Emperor Yongchang. To be precise, he led a patrol team inside and outside the Jinghe Mausoleum.

Of course, his position as a deputy commander was only at the Iron Bone Martial Master level, far from enough to command respect. The main reason he was able to obtain this position was that he was a member of the imperial clan, and of course, most of the guards were members of the imperial clan.

The entire mausoleum guard was under the command of two martial saints, the Commander-in-Chief and the Deputy Commander-in-Chief, who were in charge of the entire Wanshou Mountain Imperial Mausoleum.

The commanders of each mausoleum below are Grand Masters of the Golden Marrow, each responsible for one mausoleum. Below them are the Commanders and Deputy Commanders in charge of secular affairs, all of whom are Grand Masters.

Next are the commanders, who are basically at the level of a Steel-Dirty Grand Martial Master, in charge of patrolling.

To put it bluntly, because of his status as a member of the imperial clan, Long Yi's job was to lead a patrol team to Jinghe Mausoleum, taking turns on night shifts every three days, which was hardly a desirable job.

After all, although the imperial guards were closest to the emperor, the emperor had lost all his power after his death, and they would not issue an imperial edict to promote anyone just because they were close or cried the most.

Therefore, the Imperial Mausoleum Guard was a typical clean and honest government office, used to settle down the imperial clan members who had no connections. They were just waiting to guard the tombs of their ancestors, and there was no need to doubt their loyalty.

According to him, he got into a street fight with a prince consort over a prostitute because he was drinking and carousing.

Little did the princess know that he was being kind by taking the prostitute away to test her, thus preserving the prince consort's chastity and preventing him from indulging in brothels so that he could have a one-sided love for the princess.

As it turned out, the princess was easily swayed. After being served valiantly in bed by the prince consort for several nights, he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. Not only did she not blame her husband for drinking and frequenting brothels, she even went to Emperor Yongchang to complain that her husband had been beaten and that he had disrespected the imperial authority.

Fortunately, she was confused, but Emperor Yongchang was not.

With just a glance from the emperor, his subordinates investigated the matter thoroughly.

With a wave of his hand, the emperor sent the prince consort who dared to gossip in the princess's ear to the palace to be castrated and made a eunuch, and then married a new prince consort to the princess.

When the new prince consort and the princess were deeply in love, he ordered the former prince consort's eunuch to serve as an official in the princess's residence.

Hmm... This move is said to have caused the princes and princesses to develop feelings for each other so intensely that they were like newlyweds.

Since he was the one the princess complained to, Emperor Yongchang dismissed Long Yiyan from the capital and sent him to Jiangdong Province to become an instructor at the martial arts academy. If it weren't for his status as a member of the imperial family, he was supposedly initially prepared to go to the front lines to join the suicide squad.

Long Yi thought that this was how his life would be forever.

As a result, the princess, because of her good relationship with her new husband after her second marriage, often beat and scolded her former husband, who had become a eunuch.

Unable to bear it any longer, the former prince consort resorted to poison, taking them all with him. Thus, the two men and one woman perished together, continuing their complicated love story.

It turned out that the former imperial son-in-law was a bad person, while the dragon who fought with him was a good person. His branch of the family was also able to speak with the royal family, so he was transferred back to the capital to serve as an official in the Imperial Guard.

The person who had deliberately gotten Long Yi drunk and caused him to incur gambling debts was also his colleague, a commander named Long Shuji. He was in the same squad as Long Shuji and was also a member of the imperial family, but he was responsible for patrolling Jinghe Mausoleum during the day.

After the incident, he approached Long Yiyan to say that it was unintentional.

Although he was short of money, he gave Long Yiyan a suggestion: he could give up his position on the grounds of old age and poor health and take a lower-ranking position as a flag officer.

If Yang Silang and Wang Daniu hadn't happened to pay off their gambling debts, Long Yi would have been prepared to take this path.

The Imperial Guard was known as a clean and honest department, so Long Yi had never thought of it this way. Now it seems to be a conspiracy.

"Hmph, what audacity! You actually dare to plot against the imperial tombs?" Long Yi sneered. "You've even dared to scheme against me."

"I'd like to see what tricks they're up to."

Long Yi refused to mention being framed again.

He turned to Yang Silang and said earnestly.

"Si Lang, you spent money yesterday, and I'm so worried that I can't sleep or eat. I drink alcohol like water, and I can't even poop. I'm about to die from holding it in..."

"I've finally figured out how to repay you..."

Yang Silang was speechless. This damned obsessive-compulsive disorder.

If you gave Long Yi ten thousand taels of silver, he'd probably try to snatch a princess back to warm his bed.

"Coach, you're being too kind. I don't expect anything in return from you."

"Whether you want to or not is your business, whether I do it or not is not my business," Long Yi said firmly. "You've only recently become a grandmaster, so you probably haven't developed your own fist intent yet, have you?"

"Coincidentally, there's something in Jinghe Mausoleum that can help you break through!"

Yang Silang was so frightened that he waved his hand.

"Brother Long, Instructor Long, we shouldn't go that far for a thousand taels of silver!"

"You've desecrated the current emperor's father's grave; even as a member of the imperial family, you can't escape death!"

"If you have such a plan, you might as well pretend to be confused, do as Long Shuji wishes, and give up your position."

"Brother Long, you need to think this through! You also have the surname Long, you can't dig up your family's ancestral graves!"