Without blood relatives, this method is considered useless.

However, the national master saw a glimmer of hope from this method. Blood relatives can do it, what about the partner?

If the national teacher is a genius, if he makes up his mind to study, he will naturally make a breakthrough.

After more than 20 days of research, the national teacher finally adjusted and modified the technique of "for life to life", and then decided to use his life to prolong the emperor's life!

"Sir, please think twice!" After knowing the national guru's plan, the attendant quickly persuaded him.

The National Master Mansion is a firm supporter of the emperor. There is no difference between whoever becomes the emperor. If you die, you will be loyal.

Even if you know the relationship between the national teacher and the emperor, the attendant still cannot understand it.

"I have lost my will." The national master's attitude was very firm. If it weren't for the formation that he needed to burn the talisman outside the formation, the national master would not even tell the attendants about this.

"But sir, if you fail..." The attendant was still a little reluctant.

"If it fails, I will admit it." The national master looked in the direction of the imperial city, his eyes deep, and he didn't know what he thought about.

"Can……"

The attendant did not give up and wanted to continue persuading, but was soon interrupted by the national master:

"This is what I owe him."

The almost inaudible volume, if it weren't for the closest to the national savage, the attendant would even think that he had heard it wrong.

Owe him?

Who do you owe?

Your Majesty?

The attendant was full of questions, but he didn't dare to ask a word.

The national master did not mean to explain it to him, so he turned around and walked into the formation that had been set up and began to set up the formation.

The national teacher was silent and calm throughout the process, as if this was not about dying, but about preparing a simple ritual.

After everything was ready, the national master turned around and looked in the direction of the imperial city. To be precise, he looked at the person in the deep palace through the layers of walls.

"When the incense is burned out, the talisman is burned at Kun position." After leaving such a sentence, the national master stopped talking.

Although the attendant refused, he moved slowly to Kun position and looked up at the incense pillar placed beside him.

The spice has been burned for half, and now there are only a small piece less than two fingers long.

From the beginning, the attendant silently recited "Slow down, slower down" and then prayed directly, "Why don't the rain stop the incense to extinguish it!"

But no matter what the servant thought, the incense burned out in the end.

Looking at the national master in the formation, the attendant finally gritted his teeth and ignited the talisman paper in his hand.

When the talisman paper in the attendant's hand burned out, the originally calm formation began to surging. It was originally a quiet secret room, but the sound of bells kept coming from all around.

The attendant knew that when the bell stopped ringing, the ritual would be over.

The attendant didn't know if the national guru's approach was worth it. He only knew that if it were him, he would not want to do so.

"Bang--"

Just as the attendant was starting to think randomly in his mind, the door of the secret room was violently broken from outside.

The originally thick stone gate became fragmented in an instant.

Before the attendant could react, a group of men wearing black brocade robes broke into the door. The attendant knew that this was a secret guard under the emperor's command.

In the past, people in Nanyuan Country had only heard of their names and had never seen them.

When this team of secret guards came here, it means that the emperor already knew what the national teacher did.

Then how would the emperor choose?

Will you choose to exchange the life of the national teacher for his life?

The attendant was thinking in his heart.

The secret guard did not give the attendant a look and went forward to bring the national master out of the formation.

When the national master came out of the battle, the ritual failed. Although the national master suffered some backlash, he would not have hurt his life.

Just one thing, this time the ritual was suspended, and the method of exchanging life for national teachers could no longer be used.

The attendant didn't know what happened later, but he only knew that the national sect followed the secret guards and went straight into the palace.

Then news came from the palace that even the Emperor, who was riding on his neck, asked about the national teacher’s crime for the first time and directly imprisoned the national teacher in the palace.

Later, the attendant never saw the "National Master" who was called a genius come out of the palace.

The waiter heard no errors in the news.

This time he was taken to the palace, and the national master and the emperor had a quarrel again, and neither the national master nor the emperor were willing to give in to anyone else.

In the end, the emperor simply asked someone to lock the national teacher up.

The national master was injured when he suffered a backlash. The emperor also adjusted ten secret guards to monitor the national master's every move. Even if the national master had excellent martial arts skills, he still had no choice.

A lover who has not had a New Year's Day in the past eight years seems to have collapsed at this moment.

Rumors spread in the palace for a moment, saying that the national guru might have completely lost his favor this time.

But the favor of a surviving emperor does not seem to be that important, so the national teacher did not receive any harsh treatment.

When I saw the emperor again, the national magistrate was even afraid to recognize him.

He could not believe that the old man lying on the dragon bed in front of him, who was dying and till the age of tranquil years, would be his wise and powerful lover.

"Your Majesty?" the national master spoke tentatively.

"Tiyu." The emperor raised his thin arm and signaled the national master to step forward.

Even though the man's voice of the word "Tiyu" was already broken, the National Master also instantly confirmed his identity:

"His Majesty!"

He hurried forward and grabbed His Majesty's hand.

The feeling of buying is no longer as warm and generous as before, and it is completely impossible to give people the sense of security it used to be.

Only the word "dry" is left, and it looks even more rough when placed with the delicate skin of the national teacher.

But the national teacher seemed to feel it completely. He only felt that his vacant heart had been filled after the last quarrel. He grabbed the man's hand and was unwilling to let go.

"I'm afraid I can't do it anymore." The emperor's body had long been filled with oil and lights, and now he was just surviving.

The national teacher wanted to refute, but seeing the person with gray hair and a haggard face at this moment, the national teacher knew that this was the fact.

"Help me up." The emperor grabbed the national teacher's hand tightly, as if he wanted to give the national teacher a smile, but he pulled the corners of his mouth but failed.

"Okay." Knowing what the emperor wanted to do, the national teacher helped the emperor up without hesitation.

Then, as before, he sat directly on the bed, and then leaned gently on the emperor's shoulder.

I dare not compact the weight, for fear that the emperor would not be able to hold on.

"I didn't want to see you again," he noticed the movements of the national teacher, and a warm current flowed through the emperor's heart, "I am not good-looking now."

After being together for so long, the emperor knew that the national teacher liked the beauty's temperament.

Everyone who serves in the palace must choose the most beautiful ones.

The emperor did not want the national teacher to recall the rest of his life, which was his ugly appearance now.

"It looks good." The national teacher choked up and retorted softly.

"I will coax me," the emperor seemed to chuckled, "In my life, I will give the world, the people, and the ancestors..."

Speaking of this, the emperor paused.

"I just want to be sorry for you."

The national master subconsciously wanted to refute, but he felt the emperor gently shook his hand, signaling him not to speak, and could only swallow the words back.

"After I left, you are the one I can't rest assured, but I have already made arrangements."

"Jing Yu's child is a filial child and will not make things difficult for you. It's just that the emperor and the ministers have to worry about Jing Yu's decency. In the future, you may not be able to make things as freely as before."

"I have someone put a double coffin in the imperial tomb. I will wait for you for a hundred years and then be buried with me."

"On the first night we were together, I lit a phoenix candle and told you that I would be married and be loving, and I should have said that I only wish to share my old age with you."

...

The emperor talked a lot of things, but there were all things, but the national teacher knew that he was reluctant to leave.

If you don’t have to be the throne, you won’t be able to bear it for the sake of the country or the throne. If you are simple, you won’t be able to bear it.

The National Master did not interrupt, but only occasionally responded in a low voice.

"Promise me something." In the end, the emperor held the national teacher's hand tightly.

The two of them had changed their postures at some point, but the emperor who was involved in this matter was already lying in the arms of the national master.

"Huh?" The national master lowered his head and looked at His Majesty the Emperor in his arms.
To be continued...