Immortal Emperor

Chapter 124 Storm Again

Xiaohou is old and cunning, and his means are superb. He entrusted him to plan a "removing hard" plan, and An Bochen is naturally relieved.

He took Li Xiaoguan, Wuhua and Zhang Bushi to the Yiyun Inn. From the afternoon to the evening, he was accompanied by a group of friends and friends. An Bochen unconsciously drank a few more cups. When he returned to Moyun Tower, he was already drunk. Li Xiaoguan returned to the shop. Subconsciously, he had an inexplicable fear of Mo Yunlou. Even if today's Moyunlou belongs to An Wazi, he rarely stays there.

With a high autumn wind, An Bochen staggered into the Tibetan Jade Hall. He looked at the empty bed, and a trace of gloomy appeared in his eyes. The next moment, he fell on the bed with a plop and fell asleep.

Tonight, An Bochen just wanted to have a good sleep, but he didn't know that as he walked out of the Jingyi Mansion calmly, another wave of undercurrent was ready to move. The land involved was not only 70 miles of Liujing.

The wind rolled the bead curtain. After the bead curtain, the fragrant couch was beautiful. After the clouds and rain, the woman of the State of Wu finally couldn't stand it and fell asleep. The jade finger scratched Wang Xiner's concave and convex body, as gentle as touching a pet, but the owner of that hand was at a loss.

The princess fell in love with the country, and there were thousands of people under her skirt, but she didn't take a ladle. I don't know when she gradually indulged in the pleasure of conquering the beautiful women in the world. Perhaps after returning from Beijing that year, she had regarded herself as a man. Although you can't wear gold armor and armor, you can't lift long guns and axes, you can kill people and fight, and you don't need a knife.

Put on a cloak, roll up the sleeve, sit in front of the case and grind the ink in person, then take out a piece of paper and write something carefully.

After writing, blowing dry the ink stains, the glass beads sealed the letter with wax, hesitated for a moment, and still sacrificed the Yashan flying crow charm. Hand pinching the seal, the glass beads muttered the spell. When he was young, the fire crow flew out of the high pavilion with a letter in his hand, flew over the high palace wall, flew away from the city wall of Liujing, and went north.

Turning over, Wang Xiner opened her eyes, and a trace of curiosity flashed in her eyes. But the next moment, the delicate body trembled violently, and the low voice was pressed in her throat. She felt it quickly, and her expression was blurred, like a flush full of cheeks.

......

On the third floor of the Yiyun Inn, Zhang Bushi sat on the couch, with a trace of black smoke between his eyebrows, like a black spider spitting silk, dense and continuous.

Whether in Guanzhong, Kansai, or in Liujing, he looks sad. Over time, the people around him are used to it, and he is gradually used to it, as if without that little sorrow, he is not giving alms. The 17-year-old young man, even if his family is lagging behind in the world and has experienced ups and downs that his peers do not have, but now he is so.

No one knows that even his mentor, Uncle Zhao, did not realize that the reason why Zhang Bushi was sad all day was because there were two knives hidden in his forehead. These two knives are connected to the eyebrows and reach the heart. As long as Zhang Bushi is disgusted or angry, the two knives will be twisted into a ball, and even his eyebrows will curl up like insects. The pain is not painful, but it's just very chilly. It was originally a good face, but it became young and old. Every night's silence always annoys him, and the more annoyed he is, the more distressed he is.

As for the origin of these two knives, due to the absurd and strange adventure of his childhood, although Zhang Bushi was full of sadness, Zhang Bushi was able to get to this day, and the two knives under his eyebrows were indispensable.

Looking at the white paper in front of him, Zhang Bushi frowned again, and the pen in his hand was lifted and put down, hesitating.

It has been more than a month to come to Liujing, and the matter has finally been clear. This Liujing, which lives in the south of the Yangtze River, is much more complicated than expected. There are snake demons, secret spells, and an innocent practitioner who is good at dreaming. Zhang Bushi is almost sure that the innocent practitioner is the divine master suspected by the master. However, vaguely, Zhang Bushi only felt that the innocent resident and An Bochen seemed to be inextricably linked. Otherwise, how could a little servant of Moyun Tower rise in Liujing in just one month?

But the relationship between the two is not like that of a master and apprentice. Otherwise, An Bochen's cultivation would not even have a local product. At least Zhang Bushi has never heard of it. There is a master's cultivation that is not enough.

If An Bochen is also written into the secret newspaper, will it annoy him after letting the innocent resident know? At that time, Brother Ann...

Looking out of the window with a sad face, the seven layers of Moyun stood proudly in Liujing. The new teenager must have fallen asleep at this time. Zhang Bushi shook his head with a complicated look, and finally picked up the pen.

In the final analysis, because of his childhood experience, Zhang Bushi is still a rational person. After becoming the master of Zhongdu, he was forbidden and never violated the master's will. The three natural bottomless brothers and sisters are naturally close, and he is close-looking. In ordinary life, he almost never associates with people except for cultivation and tasks. Although he met the flowerless monk in Liujing, although it was very annoying, it made Zhang Bushi feel more relaxed than ever before. An Bochen was a shy and reserved teenager, but he always felt that he seemed to hide something, but he didn't know much about it. Every time the three of them were together, Zhang Bushi was motionless or sad on the surface. I always feel funny in the dark.

The pen is white paper, and the cloth construction work is written in the book: "The master is above. There is indeed a mysterious master in Liujing. The son of the family is called an innocent resident. His origin is unknown. He has the ability to dream. He is suspected to be a god, and there is no heir for the time being. In addition, there is also a snake demon and a secret skill. I want to stay in Liu for the time being to find out the original..."

After the book, Zhang Bushi took the envelope, and a wisp of black smoke flowed between his eyebrows, wrapped the letter, and in a blink of an eye, he turned into a black wind and flew north with the letter.

After rubbing his back, Zhang Bushi was about to go to bed when he heard the sound of ping-pong in the compartment, followed by another roar. With a wry smile at the corners of his mouth, Zhang Bushi shook his head and lay down. He secretly said in his heart that Wuhua must have provoked the mysterious young men and women. When drinking in the afternoon, Li Xiaoguan and An Bochen mentioned the girl, which made An Bochen blush on the spot. The Wuhua monk said that the two were lovers. They quarreled with Li Xiaoguan for a while and did not give in. Under the persuasion of An Bochen, they were just upset. Wuhua made up his mind to find out. Just now, he was found when he eavesdropped on the corner of the wall. Although the girl was weak, Zhang Bushi could faintly detect that there was a strange atmosphere in her, and the natural young man was strong. Even if he tried his best, I'm afraid he could only fight with him.

This life in Liujing is also interesting and relaxed, unlike when you have to sleep every day in Zhongdu, dealing with the troubles of the next day with trembling... When I go back, it may be difficult to forget.

A rare smile appeared on his face. Zhang Bushi turned over and closed his eyes.

He could sleep, but there was a man who didn't close his eyes until his son passed.

The night rain continued, and the crackling hit on the window lattice, disturbing people's dreams, but I don't know how long it will take to stop.

The girl put on a big cloak, lit the red fish lamp, and pulled out a bamboo-green wooden box from the dark.

This wooden box was secretly created by Simajin's men after returning. She hid it in the dark compartment. Every day at midnight, she has a well-trained flying mouse to secretly report it into the dark compartment. Until today, there are only three pages of paper, but every midnight, Sima Jin always lights candles and reads letters quietly.

In only two or three days, she developed this habit. Perhaps because she brought too much from Liujing, it was unforgettable. Although Sima Jin was worried about why she still cared about him so much, she did not dare to think deeply about it. It was rare that she could do something with her heart. Naturally, she cherished it very much.

Opening the letter, gradually, the girl's face under the light became cold, and a trace of blue fire flashed in her eyes, which darken the fire in the room.

"Li Lin, Li Jia... Don't give up."

Taking a deep breath, Sima Jin frowned and threw the letter out.

A figure emerged out of thin air, with golden armor and a dark face. He reached out to catch the letter, and then knelt down with his fist.

"Kill it."

Simajin said with a blank face.

Hei Wuchang hesitated for a moment, and then held his fist and turned around and walked out of the house.

"Wait."

As soon as he reached the door, the black impermanence was called. He turned his head and saw the veil girl motionless, as if she was thinking about something.

For a long time, Simajin shook her head and whispered, "Xiao Anzi can break through the situation and must have his own plans. Why should I intervene... If Li Lin dies, the tacit understanding between the emperors and ministers will be over, and Liujing is bound to be in chaos.

Listening to the commander's whisper, a very imperceptible smile appeared on his face hidden under the golden helmet. He bent down to salute, and his body disappeared inch by inch in a blink of an eye.

The rain was getting worse and worse. Simajin stared at the red fish lamp, her eyes flashed, and her body suddenly shook.

"If I don't kill Li Lin, someone will kill him... The chaos in Liujing is inevitable.

Sima Jin squeezed his red lips tightly, and Sima Jin looked out of the window with an inexplicable look. After all, he still did not declare black and impermanence.

.......

In the prison of Jingyi Mansion, the young man in Hua was drinking wine and his face was pale.

The jailer outside the prison door waited with fear, listening to the roar from time to time, and their faces turned blue one by one.

Once upon a time, there was such a difficult master in the prison. Even if you put him into the prison, the jailers did not dare to make trouble. They were respectful, good wine and meat, and they were more diligent than flattering their superiors. Mr. Li, that is an unattainable figure. If he is in prison today, he may have eight sedan chairs to welcome him back home tomorrow. The gaolers don't want to offend such a master who can often destroy their family.

At this moment, the footsteps sounded, with an inexplicable rhythm, hit the auricles of the jailer, like a gold stone and a knife.

Subconsciously turned around, and the jailers saw the man in gray cloth.

Familiar dress, familiar temperament, familiar gentleness, looking at the man who appeared in the prison at some point, the jailers were first stunned, and then changed color.

"Li Gongzi..."