In a secret room in the Southern Xinjiang Palace, the old prince with an old face sat opposite a dark shadow.

The black shadow seems to be hidden in the darkness, making it impossible to see the figure, let alone the face.

The old prince said with half-squinted eyes and half-closed eyes:

"Sorcerer, the man from the mysterious and unknowable land you prophesied seems to have appeared, and I see that Allure has a lot of affection for him. ”

"My prophecy is still full of all kinds of ambiguity to this day, how can the prince judge this?" the voice of the black shadow was as vicissitudes as the snow fell.

"I feel that his performance today is opposite to the prediction, it seems to be a bit similar!"

The old prince closed his eyes completely, as if this paragraph had consumed a lot of his strength.

The black shadow paused, as if thinking about the old prince's words.

After a long time, the black shadow nodded in the darkness and said:

"I feel this way too, it's just that the princess is very important to my Southern Xinjiang Dao, so let's wait and see.

It is better to be cautious about the princess's marriage contract, and if the concubine is really as prophesied, then he will definitely shoulder the expectations of the prince. ”

The old prince didn't speak again, it seemed to be acquiescence, and he seemed to have sat opposite and fell asleep.

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At the same time, the palace of the prince of southern Xinjiang.

The black-robed wizard sat opposite Feng Qingluo with a calm face, and said indifferently: Childe doesn't have to worry, he's just a liar.

Although I don't understand his methods, he must not have studied under the Southern Xinjiang Master.

Otherwise, if you fall into the soul cup I planted, how can you not even notice it at all. ”

"Really?" Feng Qingluo couldn't care about the embarrassment of the black robe anymore, and he was in urgent need of a heart booster at the moment, and said, "Then I'll go and expose his identity now." ”

The black robe shook his head slightly and said, "Why should the eldest prince be in a hurry.

As long as the eldest prince gives an order, I can make his life worse than death now.

Now his life is in your hands, the eldest son, if you want him to live, let him live, and if you want him to die, he won't be able to live the next moment. ”

Feng Qingluo said in a deep voice: "Really?"

The black robe nodded heavily, as if in order to confirm with the eldest prince, he took out a piece of paper from his arms and said, "The eldest prince, please see." ”

As the eldest prince of Southern Xinjiang, he has seen pigs run even if he has never eaten pork, and he knows that the body of the person who has been planted with the soul cup will be presented in front of the caster in a strange way.

The paper figure taken out of the black robe is very similar to Xu Fusheng today, especially the facial contours.

The fact that such a small paper figure is lifelike shows that the soul cup has been completely implanted in the other party's body.

Feng Qingluo couldn't help but be overjoyed, and said with a gloomy smile:

"Yes, yes, in that case. Then let the second child and them snort for a few days, and the higher they jump, the worse they will fall.

But I can't let that Xu Fusheng be idle these days, torture it well, and I must relieve the hatred in my heart. ”

The black robe nodded in response, and countless giggling and eerie laughter suddenly sounded in the room, and the wind gusted.

Xu Fusheng, who was in the second prince's mansion, naturally didn't know what was happening.

He was just sitting on the bed meditating, and he suddenly felt a trance in his head.

A black worm suddenly appeared in his mind.

Cup!

One of the secret techniques of Southern Xinjiang.

In the secret scroll of the Demon Gate given by Bai Wanning, he had seen some descriptions of the secret arts of Southern Xinjiang.

Xu Fusheng became vigilant at the time, this should have been planted on his body by the black robe during the day.

Suddenly, he felt the black cup worm in his mind move.

Immediately after, Xu Fusheng felt a sharp pain from the depths of his soul.

While he was meditating, he couldn't help but curl up on the ground with a muffled snort.

Knowing that this kind of Gu technique was extremely difficult to deal with, he immediately activated the true qi in his body and channeled towards his brain.

The pain weakened slightly, but the place where the true qi flowed in did not affect the wriggling of the black Gu worm at all.

Suffering from the severe pain, he kept recalling the part of the secret scroll of the Demon Gate that described Gu magic.

I finally remembered one, which was the elaboration of the medical skills part of the half of Qimen Dunjia.

There is a mysterious Gu technique in southern Xinjiang, once someone is tricked, in the early days, it can still force out poisonous insects through herbs and golden needles.

In the later stage, if there is no antidote from the person who casts the spell, the body will die at best, and at worst it will be refined into a puppet.

Golden needle prick!

Xu Fusheng, who was a dead horse and a live horse doctor, didn't have time to find the golden needle at this moment, and in his thoughts, the vitality of heaven and earth gathered.

Several green needles were formed, and they were pierced at the same time according to the acupuncture points in Qimen Dunjia.

Pain, pain deep into the bone marrow!

After a while, the black Gu worm stopped wriggling as if it was imprisoned by some force.

The pain receded like a tidal wave.

Sweat-soaked clothes!

Just as he was about to expel the black Gu worm in one go, the crisp and pleasant voice of the maid outside the door interrupted his movements.

With a heartbeat, he gave up the idea of complete expulsion.

"Childe, the second son asked me to invite you to his side. ”。

Xu Fusheng reluctantly responded: "Tell the second son, I will arrive later." ”

The voice was extremely hoarse and weak.

The maid outside the door seemed to hesitate for a moment before cautiously speaking again:

"Childe, aren't you sick, are you?

"It's okay, I was cultivating just now. ”

Listening to the maid slowly walk away, Xu Fusheng got up from the ground.

After experiencing this inhuman torture in his body, he was extremely weak and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and hands.

After changing his clothes, he walked towards the second son's room with difficult steps.

As soon as he entered the study, the second son and his subordinates got up to greet each other, and the second son stepped forward quickly.

Xu Fusheng stumbled under his feet, and everyone realized that the master's face was not bloody.

The miserable white is terrifying, and the footsteps are extremely vain, how can there be half a point of yesterday's arrogant, upright, handsome and chic appearance.

The second son immediately supported Xu Fusheng and asked with concern, "Brother Fusheng, what's going on?"

Xu Fusheng waved his hand weakly and said, "It's okay, it's like this every time I finish practicing." ”

Everyone gasped, and couldn't help but rejoice that they had not become the mysterious and respected master of Southern Xinjiang.

It seems that no honor is easy to obtain.

The exercises practiced by this southern Xinjiang master are so fierce that they can torture such a powerful person into such a form.

The second prince did not doubt him, and carefully helped Xu Fusheng to sit still, and after confirming that Xu Fusheng was fine, he slowly spoke:

"It's time for the clan meeting to be held in a month, if you have any good ways to help me, you might as well speak up. ”

A tall and extremely powerful old man said roughly:

"Second son, what you say to do, we will do it, my Qiang people will definitely support the second son. ”

Others chimed in. The second son, who knew that it was impossible for this group of rough people to give him any constructive advice, looked at Xu Fusheng with an earnest face.

Xu Fusheng understood what the second son meant by looking at him.

In the eyes of this group of people, the most advanced means of the struggle for the throne in Southern Xinjiang is nothing more than assassinating the other party. I should be able to take on this responsibility with such good skills.

They never seem to care what the consequences of this kind of assassination will be, they just know that killing the other party will be over.

Although the ultimate result of any conspiracy is nothing more than this most primitive violent dispute.

But they simply don't understand that an assassination without any fancy tricks from the start will only lead to a dead loop in this dispute.

No one is a fool, and the other party will definitely strengthen its precautions after an assassination attempt fails.

And once the assassination is changed to open killing, what is the difference between it and the confrontation of soldiers?

Now that the eldest son and the second son have become fire and water, how can there be a chance to assassinate.

Take 10,000 steps back and say that even if the assassination is successful, it will not do you the slightest benefit.

The assassination was successful, and the king of southern Xinjiang wanted to appease the anger of the eldest prince and his family, and he would definitely hand over the assassin.

The assassination was unsuccessful, and in the face of the counterattack of the eldest prince, the two sides fought each other.

The king of Nanjiang will still push out the assassins to quell the dispute.

How could Xu Fusheng possibly do such an uneconomical deal.

He came to Nanjiang Province to gain power, not to be cannon fodder.

Slowly shook his head and said, "Why don't we change the way?"

The second son looked at Xu Fusheng suspiciously, as if asking what way to change?

His doubts naturally represent the doubts of the people.

Xu Fusheng paused and explained:

"On the surface, the ownership of the throne in southern Xinjiang is ultimately up to the clans, but we all seem to have forgotten one of the most important conditions. ”

"What conditions?" the second prince asked eagerly.

"I heard Allure say that before the heir to the throne completely inherits the throne, the old prince should have the absolute right to recall or appoint, right?"

Everyone nodded.

"Can we understand that way?

If the old prince can designate or deprive another person of the inheritance, wouldn't he need to work so hard?

When the time comes, will it be easy for the second son to do anything?"

Another old patriarch of the Yao clan shook his head and said, "Having said that, the problem is that the old prince never wants to show which side he is leaning into.

It has been like this for so many years, which gives the eldest son born to the princess an advantage. ”

Everyone nodded, all looking at Xu Fusheng with a little confusion, not understanding what he wanted to express.

Xu Fusheng smiled slightly:

"The problem now is that as long as you get the nod of the old prince, then everything will go a lot smoother, right?"

Everyone scoffed, isn't this nonsense, the question is who can make the old prince nod?

The old prince alone is more difficult than the eldest prince and all the people combined.

Xu Fusheng didn't care, and the old god said calmly: "I understand what you think, but I think everyone overestimated a problem.

The old prince is not so terrible, the old prince is also a human being, and if he is a human being, he will have weaknesses and preferences.

We can get what we want as long as we grasp their weaknesses or satisfy their preferences.

If you think about it, isn't that the case?

If you please someone, it is nothing more than to do what he likes, as long as you serve him, then he will naturally favor you.

But if you want to assassinate the eldest prince and gather a group of patriarchs, do you need to correspond to their different hobbies to satisfy?

Everyone nodded their heads, as if this was indeed the case!

Xu Fusheng was like a big bad wolf seducing Little Red Riding Hood, and continued to go deeper step by step:

"So, our next question is whether we just need to think about how to satisfy the old prince's preferences.

Or just find out where the old prince's preferences are?"

"Isn't the old prince's biggest heart problem now his body?" one blurted out.

Xu Fusheng nodded: "That's right, why don't we grasp such an obvious weakness, but we have to do so many thankless things?"

Someone began to shake his head: "We all know, but the problem is that even the wizards of Nanjiang Dao can't completely cure the old prince, who will have such a method?"

Everyone present didn't notice that they had already begun to follow Xu Fusheng's steps at this moment.

Xu Fusheng shook his head, and then pretended to be profound and didn't speak again.

Everyone in the hall looked at Xu Fusheng with a hint of doubt in their eyes.

Could it be that he has a good medicine to make the old prince better?

The second son pondered for a moment, then leaned over to Xu Fusheng, who seemed to be asleep, and said, "What's the matter?"

Xu Fusheng nodded and said without hesitation:

"I do have a medicine in my hand to make the old prince's body better.

But this pill will take a few days to refine, and I can't be disturbed by anyone refining the pill, so this matter needs to be kept secret. ”

When the second prince heard that there was such a good prescription, he immediately said incoherently excitedly: "This is nature, just say what you need in the floating life."

While you were refining the pills, I sent a batch of Black Tiger Qiang to protect you and ensure that you were not disturbed in any way. ”

After speaking, he turned his head and looked at the people in the hall: "Today's matter must be kept secret, who wants to leak it, hum!"

Everyone naturally nodded, and Xu Fusheng looked at everyone in the hall with half-squinted eyes and half-closed eyes.

He knew that someone would definitely tell the eldest prince about today's events, and he was not afraid that he would not be on the road.