Since Yan'er's thread was broken, he had to pull another thread, Ye Yao summoned Lingxiang and talked about the source of the poison.

Lingxiang said to her own young lady, it was not good to directly say the matter of Chu Guifei and Luo Yuan, half hidden and half fake, but there was no need to hide it from the prince, and from then on, the poisonous name was "Heavenly Annihilation". The relationship between this poison and the maid Lingyi, as well as the relationship with the Tang Dynasty, is detailed.

Ye Yao thought secretly, this matter is strange, if this Yan'er is sent by Huizong, the purpose of Wancheng's poisoning is too strange, although this city is not big, after all, it has always been known as the "thoroughfare of eight states", and it is only more than 200 miles away from the imperial capital Yongning, with convenient water and land transportation, and has always had the role of connecting the east and the west, communicating the north and the south, and maintaining the Quartet. And Ah Can's solution to the epidemic in Wancheng this time should not be in the plan of the plotters, so what is the benefit of the destruction of Wancheng?

Ye Yao was puzzled, and when a secret letter came from the Zhongtang intelligence network, in addition to confirming that Chu Yu's maidservant Ling Yi was indeed the concubine of the former Zhongtang king, there were no more clues, and the woman had passed away more than ten years ago, leaving no heirs, and it was rumored that she had also lost her grace, locked in the deep palace, and died depressed.

Ye Yao pointed his fingers on the table, knocking again and again, always feeling that he had missed something, but he couldn't connect these two lines, and he had no choice but to reach a stalemate.

It wasn't until Ye Xingcan came to Wancheng County Chronicles and flipped through ancient books that he reacted, if Beilu is the astrolabe, Canglong, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, Xuanwu, and the four spirits of the sky are in all directions.

The eastern green dragon Jiayimu, the southern Vermilion Bird Bingding fire, the western white tiger Gengxin Jin, the northern Xuanwu non deuce water, the central Wuji soil, the yang soil Gou Chen, the yin soil Teng snake.

The center of this constellation is Ziwei Yuan, Ziwei Yuan is the middle wall of the three walls, living in the center of the northern sky, killing the wolf is the most ruthless game in the life grid of Ziwei Yuan, seven kills, greedy wolves, and breaking the army in the palace of life when the three sides and four are shining, it is the so-called "killing, breaking, wolf" pattern.

On behalf of turmoil and change, blessings in movement, and seeking the world in chaos, the so-called "tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop".

And Wancheng is the center of this northern continent, where the crape myrtle wall is, is someone using the changes of Wancheng to move the pattern of the world.

In this way, those who want to seize the world have a reason to destroy Wancheng.

Ye Yao was shocked, seemed to understand something, and slowly raised his eyes, "This is an ancient proverb, and it has not been fulfilled for thousands of years, how can there be any saying about killing wolves, the hegemony of the country has always been obtained by the blade, and you can move the world by putting a formation?" Nonsense! ”

Ye Xingcan raised his head and looked at Ye Yao in a daze, with a pair of wonderful eyes, as if he was confused, "Brother, aren't you just breaking the army?" ”

Ye Yao smiled faintly and wrote lightly, "I don't know when and who spread this rumor, it seems that such a rumor spread all over Beilu overnight. As a last resort, I also ordered people to follow the ancient rituals and fit the fate, unless the time of my birth is wrong, otherwise I am indeed not a broken army, the real person who broke the army, has died more than half a year ago. ”

"The broken army has fallen? Who is he? Ye Xingcan blurted out, for some reason, he faintly felt uneasy in his heart, and the slightest pain was throbbing.

"The deceased." Ye Yao was silent for a long time, sighed silently, closed his eyes again, and then spoke in a low voice, "Brother, we share weal and benement, and we are friends with each other." ”

Ye Xingcan saw that his expression was wrong, and the uneasiness in his heart was suppressed by his worry about Ye Yao, so he gently grabbed his hands and didn't mention it again.

Ye Yao clenched his slender hand in his palm, and said for a long time, "If it is based on fate, I should be seven kills, a star, strategizing, charging into battle, and taking risks." ”

"Seven kills? Isn't it a thief in troubled times? Dumping the country's face and causing chaos in the world. Ye Xingcan remembered what he heard when he was a child, not to mention that the world pressed the seven killings on his head, how could what his brother said be so different.

Ye Yao's eyes were unpredictable, but there was no temperature, and it took a long time to pull out a smile that seemed to be a smile, and said lightly, "The rumors of the world should be the rumors deliberately released by that person, the "broken" of the broken army represents destruction, the "kill" of the seven killings represents momentum, and the word "greed" of the greedy wolf is desire. If there is really a saying of life fighting, when the army is broken, the defense is broken, and this troubled world has been stirred, and the people who are behind the scenes have calculated everything, and they must not have expected that the real broken army will exchange their lives for lives before the "stars", in order to save the ......"

Ye Yao thought of Qin Mo's death, and finally couldn't say any more, so he only said, "The fate of the army has fallen, Ziwei Xingdou has been crippled, the situation in the North Continent has long been rewritten, where will the future go, this game of chess is really starting to be fun." ”

Ye Xingcan listened to him halfway through, but stopped, curious about the real broken army, and only pestered Ye Yao and asked, life for life, who is he, whose life is exchanged?

Ye Yao didn't answer, looked at Ah Can quietly, his distant eyes seemed to have traveled through time and space, looked at somewhere, half-opened his lips, but stared at his lips, and finally turned into an indistinguishable sigh, without saying a word.

After thinking about it, he returned to Wancheng again, and continued, "Ah Can, I think, if the plague in Wancheng was created by the layout person, the target should be Dayong, or the entire Beilu, he will sacrifice ten thousand people, mess up the world, and destroy the Beilu vein of ancient legends. But if you hear that I am the one who 'broke the army', the target may be me, ten thousand sacrifices, the Beidou is upside down, the army is broken, and the three stars are in chaos. Or perhaps, there are both, but the so-called metaphysics has been abandoned for thousands of years, pretending to be a god and a ghost. ”

Ye Xingcan listened to what he said, clicked the tea with his fingers, drew a map of Beilu, outlined the prosperous rivers and mountains, looked quietly, still didn't understand, heard "ten thousand people as a sacrifice", his hands trembled slightly, the tea in the cup splashed, and the Beilu on the table was instantly annihilated, and it was chaos.

The two watched as the picture of the troubled times on the table gradually dried up and disappeared...... was silent, but there was surprise in his eyes, as if there was a spirit, but he was speechless.

At the same moment, at the end of the Cangjiang waterway, two figures appeared, both dressed in black, the left side of the man's face crossed a long scar from the side of the ear, more than 20 years old, lean, seemed to see little sunlight, pale and weak.

The woman is Yan'er, her body is slender, her complexion is even more white and translucent than that man, the small blood vessels seem to be visible, her face is immature, but her red lips are open, her eyes are like silk, and she is not as innocent as she is in Wancheng.

The two did not say hello, looked at each other, one sad and one indifferent, one east and one west, and quickly dispersed.

The man looked at Yan'er in the distance, remembering the scene of the martial arts competition when he was a child, he was only fifteen years old that year, and he finally reached the last level, and the winner could get rid of slavery, and this life was used by the master, and the glory and wealth of the clan were inexhaustible.

The assassin was born in the fish cup, and the life and death of the Shura field, and the victory was the fish leaping into the dragon gate.

I don't want to, that day, it was an eleven-year-old girl who faced off against herself, the girl had a beautiful face, her eyes were cold, and the battle was extremely treacherous, although she finally won, but for some reason her subordinates showed mercy, leaving her life, and remembering the little girl who was fighting.

So ruthless, arrogant, ruthless to the enemy, ruthless to himself, only then followed by the master's side, but never saw the unknown name of the little girl again.

Until two months ago, when I came to Wancheng to perform a mission, I actually saw her, ten years, she has not grown up by half a point, just like back then, but her eyes are getting colder and colder.

He didn't know where she had gone over the years, and what she had experienced, but when he saw her pretending to be a girl, when she was coquettish to the commander of the Imperial Forest Guard, her heart hurt, and then she hid out the window that day, heard what the doctor said, and knew what happened to her, at that moment, he couldn't wait to enter the Dayong Palace and cut down the dog emperor.

When he saw Yan'er, he began to question his master's decision for the first time, and then watched Wancheng thousands of people die due to the poisonous epidemic, without war, but there were corpses all over the field.

He is a killer, cold-blooded and ruthless, but he still has a beating heart after all, watching those poor children like him when he was a child lose their parents and relatives, and finally their little bodies fall under the plague, only to feel confused, what he did, is it really right?

A good son should fight to the death on the battlefield, instead of killing civilians, the world is prosperous, the people are suffering, the world is dead, the people are suffering, people are like ants, but what is the crime?

He looked at Yan'er's back, which had not grown up for ten years, and was sad, so, really...... Worth?

The poisoner has left, but the disaster in Wancheng has to be quelled.

Ye Yao ordered people to put fourteen rituals according to the ancient rituals, combining the meaning of the eight desolations and six together, surpassing the undead, calming the living souls, and only wishing that the good intentions would continue to solve the evil consequences of the sacrifice of ten thousand people in Wancheng.

The wind is bleak and the clouds are sorrowful, and tens of thousands of people in Wancheng are kneeling down to the altar in the center of the city, tears are flowing, and the sky is mourning, as if the whole city is mourning, hissing.

When the fourteenth ceremony came, black clouds overwhelmed the city, and the heavy rain lasted for several days, and the raindrops fell on the ground, which was actually black, as if countless souls were whimpering.

Ye Xingcan's body was covered with cold, like ice, and he fell into an endless coma.

No matter how Ye Yao protected him with internal strength, as long as his internal strength was a little weaker, the ice around her body seemed to be alive, blurring from her chest and forming a thin piece. was so frightened that Ye Yao didn't dare to leave for a moment, his eyes were open, and he held on for three days.

On the third day, Ye Yao's chest ached suddenly, and the continuous internal force was gradually exhausted, like a river drying up, and the strength was unstoppable, but the glass bracelet on Ye Xingcan's wrist was full of red light, and the cold ice around her was forced back.

Ye Yao's mournful and hoarse voice made Ye Xingcan's heart throb, and he tried his best to break free from the quagmire of the dark night, and opened his eyes, but saw that the surroundings were barren, and countless unjustly killed souls were floating in the air, entwined, wisps, endless.

Just when she was about to fall into the void, she saw a red halo and a pair of blood-red eyes, as if she wanted to drip blood. Ye Xingcan couldn't help but tremble, struggling to open her eyes, only to see Ye Yao's pale face and red silk in her eyes, hugging her tightly, her eyes full of sadness and despair.

She closed her eyes, and finally slowly opened her eyes, tears rolled down, she really saw his face clearly, yin and yang ghosts were gradually moving away from her, the only thing she could feel was Ye Yao's warm and solid embrace.

Seeing that the woman in front of her finally woke up, Ye Yao's eyes were in a trance, as if he couldn't believe it.

On that day, Ye Xingcan struggled to come to the magic circle, facing the altar, knelt deeply, chanted the mantra of the past life as a sacrifice to the dead, she cut her right hand, and made a blood oath with her finger to the sky, she will let the people behind the scenes pay for the blood debt.

The sky over Wancheng cleared instantly, and after the continuous black rain, everything recovered, endlessly.

The deceased is gone, and the living people have to continue to move forward, and Wancheng after the catastrophe, after the wind and rain, has walked for thousands of years, and it is also necessary to cover this sadness and continue to move forward.