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The rain has been falling for a long time, the sky seems to have been poked into a big hole, the rain that has not fallen before is pouring down at this moment, as if the sky has burst the embankment, the big rain curtain makes people see nothing but water or water in their sight.

The lightning was like a red-hot chain of fire from the sky, whipping Liu Wencheng one by one, and his body that had been curled up was split by lightning and jumped high on the top of the altar, his burnt hair, his dark face, even the heavy rain could not hide the tragic state of the prince at the moment, a strong smell of burning, and it was still pungent far away.

The rain is not stopping, the thunder is still fighting, the wind is still roaring, the people under the altar are already worshipping around religiously, Liu Wencheng's mana is too powerful, earth-shattering.

It turns out that the real immortal practice is like this, no one thought that at this moment, Liu Wencheng on the altar has already died and can no longer die, when the first lightning struck him, he was in a strong satisfaction, and he had lost consciousness, such a thunder and lightning combination, in fact, it was more like a heavenly punishment, where is it still a spell.

There is no accident, there can be no luck under such thunder and lightning, the charred corpse is the same as people rumored, Liu Wencheng curled up like a dragon, and the real dragon may be the same as Liu Wencheng's current appearance.

When the lightning and thunder roared for more than an hour, and the bubbling torrent washed out tearing scars on the dry earth, some people realized that the rain could not continue, and if it continued like this, there would be landslides and mudslides, and the long-drought earth could not withstand such heavy rain.

Under the call of the people, Feng Bao personally stepped on the altar, and when he grinned and picked up a curled and charred corpse from the altar, the people around him were immediately dumbfounded.

The wolf-like guards braved the heavy rain to kill the sky, one by one they drew out their waist knives in their hands for the first time, and their sad and angry eyes were looking for the murderer everywhere, and the disturbed people suddenly dispersed as birds and beasts, regardless of the heavy rain, and regardless of the slippery mountains and steep roads, the people bathed in the heavy rain retreated down the mountain as quickly as a torrent.

At this time, no one said that Liu Wencheng was the reincarnation of the real dragon, and a few people who escaped close to the altar gloated and said, "See? This is the consequence of scolding the sky, God is also a human being? Now you know the consequences, right? ”

"Yes! The prince was so arrogant just now, he pointed to the sky and scolded, originally the lightning just chopped off a big tree, but now it's okay, tsk... You don't see it, people are all chopped up and rolled up. ”

"This is what he deserves, God he also dares to scold, you see, when will this rain stop, but it has suffered us innocent people, and we have not scolded the sky, and now we are also suffering with the prince, whether it is chopped to death, even the people who are disrespectful to the sky, if they become emperors, they will definitely not be a good emperor..."

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In such a way, they still shouted long live to Liu Wencheng Mountain before, and the people who worshiped sincerely looked at the heavy rain and began to blame all the reasons for Liu Wencheng's scolding, Liu Wencheng's death was taken for granted by them, and this is the punishment that should be given.

The crowd of people who braved the heavy rain came back from Zhiyun Mountain, and all the people's faces were not good-looking, and the death of the prince did not leave much emotion in their hearts, but more complaints.

Xing Lao had already stood at the gate of Qiao's Mansion early, staring at the eaves water flowing down with his sunken eyes, not knowing what was going on in his mind.

Dongming was very sensible, standing beside him obediently, he originally came to talk about him worshipping Qiao Yue as a teacher this time, but since Xing Lao didn't mention it, he didn't ask.

The people who came back from Zhiyun Mountain were going to pass by in front of Qiao's Mansion, and when the bustling people walked in front of Qiao's Mansion in the heavy rain, Dongming reminded in a whisper: "Master, are these people coming back from Zhiyun Temple?" ”

Xing Lao still looked distracted, he had always been like this when he came out of Qiao Yue, Dong Ming knew that this was the disappointment of the old man after he knew that Qiao Yue was not a fairy, and the hope that an old man like him had finally risen in his heart was extinguished by Qiao Yue, and this mood would definitely not be good.

The sound of snapping footsteps splashed high on the stagnant water on the street, and when many people had passed, Xing Lao came back to his senses slowly, and said in a trembling voice: "It's back, are you all back?" ”

After a while, a sturdy man walked quickly in front of the gate of Qiao's mansion, in the rain, this person was already soaked, and when he turned around and saw Xing Lao under the eaves, he paused, stepped forward in two steps, and said with a heavy face: "Dad, prince... When the prince begged for rain, he was struck to death by lightning..."

Xing Lao's wrinkled face trembled nervously: "Dead? ”

Xing Zhengdao: "Dead, the child saw it with his own eyes." ”

"Haha..."Xing Lao laughed tremblingly, and his old body seemed to have infinite spirit for a while, "Dead, he is finally dead, Lao Yu didn't guess wrong!" ”

"Dad..."Xing Zheng asked, "Are you old and confused, the prince is dead, we are all in Ningzhou, the emperor asks about this matter, and our Xing family can't get rid of it." ”

Xing Lao was still laughing, as if he had heard the most exciting news, he trembled and waved his hand fiercely, "No... No, no one will blame the emperor..."

"Won't blame?"

Xing Zheng couldn't understand Xing Lao's words, and when he was about to ask, Xing Lao was already stuffy and fell into the heavy rain in an instant, and shouted like crazy: "Qiao Niangzi, you can't deceive Lao Yu, you just admit it, what's wrong with giving a little hope to a person like Lao Yu who is already dying?" ”

Dongming hurriedly chased after him with a hat: "Master, slow down, slow down, it's raining heavily..."

Xing Zheng stomped his feet helplessly, he didn't know what evil his father had fallen into, the emperor's son died in Ningzhou, he felt scared when he thought about it, Ningzhou would definitely set off another bloody storm.

Witnessing Liu Wencheng being killed by lightning was Wei Zheng, as well as a large group of officials in Ningzhou, unlike other people, the moment Feng Bao took down Liu Wencheng's body from the altar, Wei Zheng's whole person breathed a sigh of relief, and said in his heart, the prince is finally dead, died in Ningzhou, but this matter does not involve his Wei family, let alone King Huai, a heart that has been hanging in his chest for a long time finally fell to the ground.

"Haha..."He laughed out loud and seemed to be sad, although he didn't understand what was going on, but in his heart, this matter must be inseparable from Qiao Yue.

Yu Guang glanced at the strange eyes around him, and he suddenly stepped into the heavy rain and looked up to the sky and shouted: "God, since it has rained, why do you want to take the prince's life again?"

The crown prince died for the people of the world, he died a heroic death, died a noble death, and lived forever in the hearts of the people..."

The rain soon wet Wei Zheng's hair, and his face looked extremely painful because of the tears, and the people around him felt sad in their hearts.

Oh, yes! Wei Zheng's pathos infected the Ningzhou officials led by Mo Zhida, and even infected the guards who couldn't find the murderer.

The prince died, died under the thunder, in full view of everyone, everyone could see it with their own eyes, there was no murderer, there was no murder, at this time, all he Mo Zhida could do was to be the prince's filial son and grandson.

Learning from Wei Zheng's example, all the people walked into the heavy rain, shouting that the prince is noble, the prince will always live in the hearts of the people, and the officials in Ningzhou are bitter in their hearts, their sorrow seems to be crying themselves, and their true feelings are revealed, crying more miserable than their own father and mother who died.

The guards also joined their crying procession, anyway, everyone is dead, and no one is stingy to say some good things to the prince at this time, what is wise and powerful, what is dedicated to the praise of the people of Li, one is more noble than the other.

In the crying crowd, only Wei Zheng was laughing sincerely, and he was finally relieved of the anguish of Ningzhou City.

The prince is finally dead, this can be regarded as repaying Liu Xiang for not killing his family back then, and he will testify for Zhang Meng that the prince was killed by thunder, which has nothing to do with him, the envoy of the Southern Regions.

Everything is to blame on the will of God, even in front of Liu Wude, he will still witness such a fact uprightly, he thought so in his heart, and the seemingly miserable appearance was even more unscrupulous and laughed out loud in the rain.

In the barracks outside the north city, he also got the news for the first time, Guan Cangzi waved the feather fan in his hand profoundly, and said proudly: "Lord Zhang, how about it, Guan Mou is not talking nonsense, my young lady will not let go of the prince, this time you will not worry about the trouble that the prince will come to you after returning to Beijing." ”

Zhang Meng was still immersed in the news of the prince's death: "Dead, why is this dead?" What kind of spell did she use to obey her orders even the heavens?

Sir, do you hear me? The person who reported it just now said that the lightning was supposed to strike far away, but when it turned a corner, it went straight to the prince, don't you think it's strange? ”

"Strange?" Guan Cangzi stopped waving the feather fan, "The person my young lady wants to kill, even if it is a bizarre thing, Guan Mou will not feel strange, you can't do it, and the old man can't do it, but this doesn't mean that my young lady can't do it, just like the ten thousand poison caves in Nanhu, can you Master Zhang come out so unscathed?" ”

Yes, no one would have thought that the prince would die so bizarrely, and he died under the thunder, Zhang Meng was still frowning, and reluctantly took out a stack of thick silver tickets from his hand and handed them to Guan Cangzi, and said seriously: "Sir, this is your reward, the prince is dead, and in order to help Zhang, the loss of Shenzhaotang is not small." ”

Guan Cangzi laughed loudly, opened Zhang Meng's handsome tent, and didn't care that it was still raining heavily, he walked into the heavy rain without hurrying, and his floating voice came from the rain: "No merit is not a blessing..."

As he spoke, his back had gradually faded away, and on the slippery mountain road, he was still walking as steadily as usual.

Zhang Meng chased out a few steps solemnly, and shouted in the direction where Guan Cangzi was gone: "Is it true that the emperor will not be angry with the Southern Regions? ”

"Haha..."After a few breaths, Guan Cangzi's figure had disappeared, "You can not believe Guan someone, but you can't not believe my young lady..."

The sound came slowly, echoing on the empty mountain for a long time, even if it was the sound of heavy rain, it still couldn't cover Guan Cangzi's small voice.

Ningzhou in the heavy rain, for a time became depressed and dull, countless carrier pigeons rushed to the sky, braved the heavy rain to fly to the north, eight hundred miles of urgent fast horses just ran out of the city and broke their legs, the messenger who got up in the rain, hurriedly changed horses from the post station and began to run anxiously in the heavy rain.

All the people are anxiously waiting for the news of the capital.

It is said that when Xing Lao braved the heavy rain and stumbled back to the small courtyard where Qiao Yue lived, the whole person was flustered, only to see the attic in the small courtyard standing quietly in the heavy rain, letting the wind and rain blow, the gauze curtains on both sides of the attic rose and fell with the wind, and the wooden windows squeaked and patted, making this attic look a little lonely and lonely.

Dongming, who caught up, put the hat on Xing Lao's head, and he said, "Master, let's go into the house, it's raining heavily here." ”

Xing Lao Leng came back to his senses and glanced at him: "What about people?" When did she leave? ”

Hearing Xing Lao say this, Dongming realized that the situation was wrong, lost the hat in his hand and chased after him to push the door of the attic open, a ding-dong sound came from the attic, and after a while, he saw Dongming's head sticking out from the curtain on the second floor, and he said in shock: "It's gone, master, Mrs. Qiao is gone!" ”

"I know it's gone!" Boss Xing was furious and stomped his foot violently, "I asked you when she left, why didn't she tell me?" ”

Dong Ming's face was innocent: "Master, Dong Ming has been by your side, the two of us have been at the gate, and I haven't seen Qiao Niangzi come out..."

Without waiting for Dongming to speak, Xing Lao angrily threw the hat on his head to the ground and shouted: "The back door, where is the back door, chase after it, you can't go... You can't go, I ask for the art of becoming an immortal, you can't just leave..."

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The banana tree in Zhiyun Temple is much lower than that under the mountain, but the heavy rain hitting it is still melodious, as if it is a song played, and the temple is still as quiet as before, except for a large tree that was shattered by lightning not far away, leaving traces, the other qiē are no different from before.

The lotus leaf umbrella was originally unable to cover such a heavy rain, but the oilcloth that invaded the wax was different, and the heavy rain fell on it and quickly slipped to both sides, and the people under the umbrella did not occupy the rain at all, and fanned through the courtyard of the temple, and there was a small monk standing there when he walked to the eaves.

Seeing Qiao Yue coming, the little monk made a Buddhist salute and said, "Master has been waiting for Qiao Niangzi for a long time. ”

Qiao Yue snorted: "Why didn't your master come out to stop me this time?" Can I enter your hall? ”

The little monk said seriously: "Master said that Qiao Niangzi has no killing thoughts now, and she can enter the temple to worship the Buddha!" ”R1152