Song Simiao's expression was stunned, the iron blade on the paper fan fell into Jiang Changan's hand one step earlier, and it was piercing Song Simiao's heart, and new blood splashed on the fan, he was the first to see his blood stained on the fan, it turned out to be ...... It's no different.

Dying under one's own Dharma weapon is the most humiliating thing for a cultivator.

But Song Simiao didn't have time to care about this, he just wanted to know, how did the knife net break, and when did it break?

His face turned pale, and he wanted to choke Jiang Changan's neck with the remaining strength of his hands, but those hands could only hang down and say with all his might: "You...... How to ......"

"Do you want to ask how I unlocked this array of eyes outside the knife net?" Jiang Changan said with a smile, "This knife net is impenetrable and invulnerable, I can't untie it, not only can I untie it, even if Ding Wu is also in this knife net, he can't untie it." But ......"

Jiang Changan paused slightly, and said: "But the fatal flaw of this knife net array eye is that the array eye is fragile outside, more fragile than eggshells, even if a three-year-old child stands outside the net, as long as he touches it lightly, it will be ruined." ”

"Impossible! You are the only one in this firewood room, is it still Xiao Jiang, a dead man, who can't do it?!" Song Simiao's eyes were even more puzzled, there were only two living people and one dead person in this firewood room, and he would never untie it, who else?

Jiang Changan said with a smile: "Isn't it strange that Daoist Song is not surprised, after you and Xiao Jiang come in, the first thing you will look at is me, and the second thing you will see is the red candle that illuminates the entire firewood room, but you don't care that there is one thing on this table." ”

Song Simiao looked at it abruptly, in addition to the incense candles on the table, there was also a cup of tea!

When he first entered the firewood room, he really didn't care about this cup of tea, he only thought about the treasures on Jiang Changan's body. But now that I think about it, it's unusual.

If this tea was for him and Xiao Jiang, the two interrogators, why was there only one cup? Unless......

"Unless this tea is for you!" Song Simiao said in horror.

Jiang Changan smiled and took a sip of the cup of herbal tea that had been shelved for a long time, and said, "Good tea, it's never too late to drink it." ”

Song Simiao turned around and saw a person standing outside the firewood room, a servant he didn't usually look at much, this person was a cripple, but his hands were very strong, because he was carrying a big teapot in his hand, these hands were nothing to a cultivator, but it was more than enough to break the formation eye.

He was facing Jiang Changan and smiled: "Childe, the little one will pour you some hot tea." ”

Song Simiao's unwilling eyes gradually disappeared, and she said resentfully: "Jiang Changan, don't get complacent too early, my junior sister will definitely avenge me, you will die a thousand times worse than me, ten thousand times!"

Song Simiao's body fell to the ground with a thud, and Jiang Chang'an's blow not only wiped out his body, but also annihilated the possibility of turning into a soul.

Jiang Changan looked at Aji, as early as after Ding Wu escorted him to the room, when Xiao Jiang and Song Simiao were chatting in the outer hall, Aji, who was taking tea from the backyard, passed by, although Jiang Changan's spiritual power was sealed, but the Bodhi Eye could be used without spiritual power, so he used illusion to control the other party and opened the knife net.

Now that everything is settled, the darkness in his left eye has dissipated, and Aggie walks out like a ghostly walking corpse, and he will go back to his room and fall asleep, and then he will remember nothing.

Jiang Changan walked out of the firewood room and looked at the sky in the east, it was the third day of the Lunar New Year!

He didn't mean to run away, but reflexively walked back to the firewood room, and sat on Xiao Jiang's corpse like Song Simiao, as if he was sitting on a leather sofa.

Then Jiang Changan muttered to himself into the air: "Quick, there is not much time left." ”

There was one last chance, and he had to use that last chance to figure out what had happened that night.

"Boy, now it's you who ask for the deity, you must know that the 'Reverse Cangshu' is just a reproduction of the scene from three days ago, you can't change anything after you go in, no one can see you, can't hear you, all you can do is be a spectator. ”

"Understood, don't be verbose. Jiang Chang'an said. Mo Cang can't break the cause and effect now, but he can bring people to recreate the scene three days ago, as if he was there. This reminded Jiang Changan of the Liuyun Diagram that Hu Xiangrong had mentioned that had been used in Yingzhou, and the effect should be countless times stronger than the Liuyun Diagram.

The Flowing Cloud Atlas can only see the place where the scroll itself has been, and even if the empress pours out all her strength, she can only see the scene of a day ago, but Mo Cang's ability can easily see everything that happened to this item three days ago with just a random item, and it is not displayed on paper, but substitutes people into it.

Jiang Changan asked, "This ability shouldn't be like being in your sealing area, the time of a stick of incense is the time of a day outside, right?"

"No, on the contrary, an hour in this illusion is a stick of incense in the outside world. Mo Cang smiled.

Jiang Changan relieved his mind at this time, this spell can only make the spiritual sense go back to three days ago, and the unconscious body will still stay in the firewood room, he doesn't want to open his eyes, he is already standing in front of Xia Ji.

"The only thing, and that's that it won't be long, after all, this ability depends on how many East Bell Fragments you find, and the more you find, the longer it will take, but that's for later. Boy, remember, what the deity wants. ”

"Thirty Lingwu grasses, one is not less. ”

"Exquisite!"

As soon as Mo Cang's voice fell, a black rumbling cloud rose out of thin air and shrouded the firewood room, this cloud of mist appeared quickly and disappeared rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, the firewood room returned to normal.

Jiang Changan felt that his body was slowly rising, as if it had risen to the clouds, and the surroundings were warm and warm, and suddenly a light tap hit his head, "Boy, you can open your eyes......"

Jiang Changan opened his eyes suddenly, and there was a night scene in front of him, he was standing on the top floor of a high-rise building, and the moon and stars were scarce in the sky.

There was a cacophony of hundreds of people talking, like in a bazaar, but these people were talking about the word "adult" in three sentences.

Jiang Changan followed the prestige, and was stunned for a while-

"It's ...... Palace...... Shocking Tower, Night Feast!"

The stars are bright and sparse, and the evening breeze is slight. Under the night, the jade wheel hangs high.

The nineteenth floor of the sky-shattering building is an open-air star platform, the pavilion on the platform is a water pavilion, the gold is inlaid with emeralds, although the sky-shattering tower becomes a stargazing platform after many luxurious heavy weapons are removed, but since Emperor Jing issued a strange order, the night banquet of the New Year's Festival was held in the star-picking building, and the astrolabe on the platform was also removed to be the stargazing of the people and gods, and the golden bottle dragon tripod was placed.

In the center of the observatory is a shallow pond, in which various koi fish swim in it, and some of them even emit a faint fluorescence, and the water and light converge, which is gorgeous and colorful.

In the center of the lotus pond, there is a jade platform corridor for everyone to come and go, and the momentum is extraordinary.

At the end of the jade platform is a nine-foot-high golden dragon chair, with the moon and water in its back, standing alone on a high seat, and the nine flying dragons are carved to life.

In addition to these, hundreds of tables and chairs were lined up in the rest of the open space, and various melons and fruits were moved on the table at this moment, as well as silver pots and jade cups. There are stars all over the head, and the moon is beautiful, so uncomfortable, many courtiers in green silk robes and high hats can't help but wonder how His Majesty Emperor Jing has not stepped into a step in 25 years? Why did he suddenly decide to hold a banquet in the sky-shattering tower this year?

Only a few old ministers with snow-white eyebrows and old men who knew what happened twenty-five years ago kept their mouths shut and did not say a word.

Zhang Wenhe is such an old minister, following the first emperor for more than ten years, serving as a scholar of Wenge University for more than 40 years, although there is no real power in the court, but the prestige among the ministers is quite high, he is already seventy years old, white hair and old teeth are sparse, the figure is thin and curved, the eye sockets are sunken, the cheekbones are high, the wrinkled chin is wrinkled and the flesh hangs down a foot-long white beard, and he is on a sandalwood crutch in his hand, and his steps are not steady, but not to the extent that he cannot move.

Listening to the young courtiers around him speculating in vain, this upright old man who couldn't tolerate a little sand in his eyes said lightly: "Your lords can't come up with an answer when you talk here, why don't you go up and ask Your Majesty Emperor Jing, why did you suddenly decide to hold a banquet in the Sky Shattering Tower this year?"

When the courtiers who were talking heard the words and saw that it was Zhang Wenhe, they were choked by this sentence, but because of the other party's seniority, they could only swallow their dissatisfaction in their hearts, and waved their sleeves one after another.

But there is a middle-aged rich man who has never left, wearing a second-class official uniform, with a round belly, a brain full of fat, and the fat on the back of his neck is stacked into three layers, with a lock of beard, his eyes are squeezed into a thin slit, but his appearance that should be happy shows a cold light, and he is not angry and arrogant - it is Xiao Jiang who died under Jiang Chang'an.