Li Mu and the others continued to the west, and after half a cup of tea, they came to the edge of the Hulan enclosure, which was endless, which was a royal hunting place.

"There are horseshoe prints, both to the south and to the north. ”

"There's also some pine toner. ”

The elite of the Zhenfu Division has long been experienced in a hundred battles, and all of them are sensitive and observant.

"Sure enough, there's a problem, chase. Li Mu's heart suddenly became angry, his arm was raised, and the soldiers divided into two ways, chasing in the mud.

......

Duanmu Xu was happy for a while, this time he succeeded in seizing the spirit, and he should do something in the future, and he no longer had to be trapped in the square inch kitchen to do some hard work. In the shadows, he seemed to have come to a palace and entered through the palace gate, but he didn't meet anyone, which couldn't help but be strange.

Xu relied on his success in seizing the soul, and he walked straight along the corridor. There is a temple behind the main hall, and a temple behind it. In such a wide place, there is no one there. He couldn't help muttering, what the hell is the place.

When he came to the apse, he finally saw a figure, standing not far from the door of the temple, with a tall posture, like an ancient sword, unsheathed but cold.

Since this is the case, he is not good to go up and bother, so he looks around, thinking of finding a way out, so that he can go back to Uncle Huangfu to discuss the future plan. He glanced at the door of the temple, what is this man doing here, could it be that there are some treasures in the temple.

Thinking of this, he helped Bai Yugan and climbed the stairs. Looking up, there are three words on the lintel of the Holy Spirit Gate. I had never heard of it, and now I can't care about it, so I stretched out my hand and pushed it, and the door of this temple really opened. A tower comes into direct view, scorching and magnificent.

Before he had time to admire the tower, his eyes had already fallen on the figure in front of the tower, like the black hair of the waterfall, how could he not stop the charming graceful. Is it that the woman's graceful posture can't be hidden, or the young man's eyesight is too good to clear the fog.

After more than ten years of going around in the kitchen, I saw either a deacon with a fat brain, or an old woman in and out of pots and pans, all in front of me were fat and old, greasy and dirty.

It is pleasing to the eye from a distance, but the footsteps are already unbearable, and after a small broken step, Duanmu Xu has already come to the woman.

The broken steps in front were very urgent, but the last step fell very lightly, for fear of stepping heavier, waking up the beauty in front of her.

Duanmu Xu's heart, which was originally like a deer, gradually calmed down, for fear that the rash beating would disturb the sweetest beauty in the world, and even his breathing slowed down, worried that the breath coming out of his nose would disturb the most unforgettable tranquility in front of him.

Duanmu Xu thought about the time and stopped at the beauty of this moment. The next moment, he regretted it, because the next moment, he forgot about time.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she was swaying.

As soon as she spoke, she exhaled like an orchid.

"Who?" said Bo angrily and self-contained.

Duanmu Xu didn't have time to answer, and his eyes were dazzling like the sun, and he couldn't look at them directly. In the glittering halo, he vaguely saw that a graceful figure was drifting farther and farther away, suddenly like a fairy.

He couldn't help but cry out urgently, tried his best to catch it, and caught it. Grabbed her arm, huh? Why is it so thick? He was about to take a closer look, and found that the person in front of him had become Uncle Huangfu, and he was lying on the bed in the middle of nowhere. Just now, it turned out to be just a dream. Slightly disappointed, he let go of Uncle Huangfu's arm in a dejected manner.

"Dreaming?"

Duanmu Xu obviously didn't want to talk about this topic, so he asked, "Uncle Huangfu, where are we?"

"This is in the house of Qin Tianjian He Jianzheng. ”

Duanmu Xu didn't think much about why they were here, and what was the relationship between Jian Zheng and Uncle Huangfu. He wondered how he got here.

Seeing Duanmu Xu's doubts at a glance, Huangfu Jing said, "On the day of the sacrifice, after you took the Turtle Breath Pill, you and all the people and animals were thrown into the sacrificial pit of the Divine Kitchen. Before you were buried, someone pulled you out and hid you in the carriage out of the palace before you could come out. You've been in a coma, and now it's been three days. ”

Duanmu Xu thought that he was huddled with those dead people and animals, lying in the deep pit, and was almost buried, and he couldn't help but be a little afraid, this time the soul snatching was really thrilling.

"Thank you Uncle Huangfu for your planning. ”

"You'll be raising it for a few days, and we'll move on to the next step. ”

......

In the Qianqing Palace in Miyagi, Zhao Tianyin's face gradually became solemn, listening to Li Mu carefully report the results of the investigation in the past few days.

"The anomaly of the day of the sacrifice was man-made. This is Li Mu's conclusion. Although the horseshoe prints in the mud were finally broken, and although he still couldn't explain the use of those pine toners, with his intuition after years of investigating the case, he still felt that there was someone behind the matter.

In the Great Constitutional State, in this imperial city, there are people who want to disadvantage themselves and disturb the spirit of the fallen Chengjia. Who is it?

Zhao Tianyin forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, thinking about those who might be. Who is most beneficial to the failure of Luojia Chengling? The prince is built? or is it the sick Shicheng?

"A bunch of bastards, they think about these things all day. No matter how hard it was to suppress his anger, Zhao Tianyin waved his hand and knocked over an inkstone on the bookcase, and the residual ink in the inkstone splashed onto the ground, messy and disorderly, like weeds in the wild, just like his mood at this time.

"The Holy One is angry. Li Mu hurriedly confessed.

"Maybe it's him. The great master who was listening to Li Mu's report on the same side said at this time.

"Who?"

"Huangfu respects. "The Great Master said very slowly and lightly. But Zhao Tianyin and Li Mu both listened very clearly.

"How is it possible?" Li Mu instinctively didn't believe it. No one survived that fire. A fire that burned for three days and three nights overturned the palace and turned it into a scorched earth.

Zhao Tianyin also shook his head, "Although the national teacher has a deep understanding of the fire and sees everything, I am afraid that there is something wrong here." As a witness to the fire, he would never believe that anyone could come out of it.

"This change also happened in the Taimiao, and it was also at the time of Chengling, when there was also a saint, me, and Li Mu's commander. Huang Fuzhong didn't mind the questioning of the two, but continued to elaborate.

That fire burned in the Taimiao, and when it was burned in Chengling, there was also an emperor, a national teacher and a commander of the pacification department in the Taimiao.

"These remnants of the previous dynasty, regardless of today's peaceful and prosperous times, continue to do these things that seek great rebellion. "I don't know how many rebellious ministers and thieves have died under Li Mu over the years.

"Even if it was done by the remnants of the previous dynasty, how can the national teacher conclude that it is Huangfu Jing?" Zhao Tianyin has not remembered this name for many years, and now that he is mentioned by the national teacher, he feels slightly uneasy. If it is in his own hands today, there are very few people he is afraid of. As for the Queen of Wuqi Country, if it weren't for the poisonous miasma of the Hengduan Mountain Range, the iron cavalry of the Great Constitutional Kingdom would have already set foot in that corner of the land. As for the lord of the Golden Horde Empire, it is nothing more than a battle to win or lose. Even if the former emperor Duanmu Zheng came back from the dead, he was confident that he would be able to deal with it properly. But if it's Huangfu Jing, he doesn't have the slightest certainty.

The person who was dressed in white, holding a feather fan, and pointed out the country and scolded Fang Xuan while laughing and talking, is the most powerful person in the world.

If he comes back from the dead, if it's him behind it this time?