After chatting with Naguang, he wanted to talk again.

"Outside the cage, what is heaven and earth, and what is the world?"

"There is a way to stand up, and it is a world of its own. If you have a person who misses it, you will be in the world. ”

"What is standing and what is missing?"

"Only by acting from the heart can you stand up. Nothing is, nothing is, it is called missing. ”

"You can see heaven and earth, but can you be in the world?"

"Heaven and earth want to see but not see, and the world wants to live and rest. ”

"Why?"

"The heart is hesitant and afraid, and it is still in a cage, unable to see heaven and earth. One person misses, but he doesn't dare to miss, so he doesn't seem to be in the world. The light flickered on and off, and there were many people in the light, revealing a bit of depression and loneliness.

Qi suddenly felt that this person was not as hateful as he imagined.

"Brother, don't go back to the palace. If you travel with me to the world, in addition to being happy, you can also take care of each other. Mo Li took his brother's hand, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Brother, the prince treats me kindly. If it hadn't been taken in by his mother and son, his brother would have been living on the streets with nowhere to live, and he wouldn't be able to see his brother today. Li Ge sighed and did not answer.

"I don't think the prince treats you sincerely, but he regards you as a sharp weapon, which is used for self-defense on weekdays and can occasionally kill people. Otherwise, how could you gamble with your abandoned brother and make sure you get rid of him?

"Life is an exchange of interests, and you should have understood it for many years in business. My brother has no other skills...... He has been kind to me, and I should repay it. ”

Mo Li saw that he couldn't convince his brother, so he couldn't bear to embarrass his brother, so he changed his tone: "I heard that tomorrow the Ying Xie will be funeral, and the prince is only afraid that he will go." That Shanka has not appeared for many days, but I am afraid that ......"

Li Ge immediately understood: "Are you worried that Shankar will blame the crown prince for Yingxie's death, which is not good for the prince?"

Mo Li nodded: "Brother Abandon and Kunlun, the two Taoist masters, will also go tomorrow." I didn't want to say it, but listening to what my brother said today, if I didn't say it, I was afraid that my brother would blame me in the future. ”

The tomb of Yingxie was selected in a place where grass and trees flourished at the foot of Xuandu Mountain in the northwest of the imperial capital.

On the day of the introduction, it was an extremely rare foggy weather, and there was no human form dozens of steps away.

The sky was slightly bright, and all the officials gathered outside the palace gate to salute and hang for the three princes. The locomotive was issued, and the prince personally led it, accompanied by the front and rear honor guards and temple people, and there were officials and three hundred red feather guards to escort it. The group pulled a team more than ten miles long, and came out of the imperial capital to the northwest.

At the foot of Xuandu Mountain, Yi Zhong and others, who arrived in advance, had already prepared a ceremony to greet them.

There was no light in the thick fog, and the time was approaching, and the weight of the clothes was a little apprehensive, so he came out to inspect it himself.

A team came from afar, everyone was plain, but they didn't see the fan, the chariot and the horse. The center of the clothes was puzzled, and I wanted to see what was going on, but I didn't realize that I took a few more steps forward.

A lean man in the fog only waved his hand, and several people jumped out behind him like arrows. Before the weight of the clothes could come to his senses, he was punched in the chest, and his body flew up in the air, still in mid-air, and the knife flashed and was broken into two. Poor generation of old ministers, the organs are exhausted, but they can't match a pair of meat fists and a three-foot white blade.

After Yi Zhong, several Akabane guards saw that the situation was wrong, and were about to warn, but they were all knocked to the ground and lost their lives in an instant. Look at the people in the team again, all of them have blood-red eyes, perverse expressions, and they are as fast as lightning, leaving no room for anything.

This group of people did not make a sound, but quietly approached the big tent of the funeral, and killed the people in the tent with a cup of tea.

The lean man waved his hand again, and the group disappeared into the fog like ghosts.

Half an hour passed, and the fog gradually dissipated, and the large group of mourners arrived, thinking that the fog had made them walk very slowly.

He who walks in the forefront is the clamour. Dozens of zhang away from the big tent, there was no one to greet him, and Meng Huan was surprised: Yixiangguo has always been old, why is it so perfunctory today?

Pressing down the team, he hurriedly sent two Akabane guards to investigate. I don't know that the two of them are like mud cows into the sea, and they never go back.

Seeing that the hour was coming, Meng Huan was anxious, and personally led more than a dozen Red Feather guards to walk to the big tent.

Approaching the big tent, a thick bloody breath penetrated into the nose of Menghuan.

"It's not good!" Meng Huan had been in battle for a long time, and he knew that something was wrong, and shouted, "Akabane Guard, protect!"

Beside him, the red feather guard shrank rapidly, and more than a dozen people gathered together, their blades facing outward, like a giant hedgehog rising up.

After a few moments, there was no movement.

Just when he was in doubt, the funeral procession behind him was suddenly chaotic.

More than a dozen figures flashed out from the depths of the grass and trees beside the road, and shot straight towards the locomotive with blood like chopping melons and vegetables all the way. A lean man, lying between the hustle and bustle and the locomotive, his eyes were cold, and he looked at everything in front of him expressionlessly.

Meng Huan's heart tightened: Oops, it's a trick. Could it be that their target is the crown prince?

He burst into flames and shouted in mid-air: "Attack!"

Dozens of Akabane Guards bounced away with a "swish", and then closed again, like a giant blade, plunging into the lean man in the middle of the road.

A snake spear in Meng Huan's hand also roared like a dragon and stabbed down from the air.

There was still a distance of more than a foot away from the man, and there was a transparent wall in the air, blocking the attack of Meng Huan and Akabane Guard.

Meng Huan crashed into the wall and fell to the ground, only to see the runes in mid-air like spider webs, shining with golden rays.

"This person actually laid down the formation earlier, and only then lured me here, could it be that he wanted to trap me in this formation so that he could kill the prince?"

Looking at the locomotive again, in the blink of an eye, there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Although there are still dozens of Red Feather Guards who are desperately resisting, it is obviously not enough. The dozen or so figures were like crazy demons, one after another, and they only rushed towards Yingguang on the side of the locomotive. A big pale man, blinded and with a large hole in his chest, rolled over from the ground and injured several more people. There was also a tall and thin Taoist priest, whose legs had been cut off, lying on the ground waving his sleeves, and with a "boom", the wheels of the locomotive were shattered, and the surrounding Red Feather Guards were all knocked away.

"Could it be another way to control corpses?" Meng Huan was taken aback when he saw this scene, "But these people are agile, and they are not like the zombies." ”

"Akabane Guard, beheaded!" Meng Huan yelled at the locomotive. He had seen the clue that this was the only way to take down the mad-like killers.

Chi Yu Wei was originally an elite dead soldier in the Yuan Yang army, but he lost his rules because of a sudden attack. Now that he has been reminded by the hustle and bustle, coupled with the large number of people, he has fought for four or five lives to cut off one of the other party's heads, and he has slightly recovered his decline. Meng Huan also breathed a sigh of relief.

The lean man's eyes jumped, his eyes flashed, and he waved his hand again.

More than a dozen figures appeared in the fog in an instant, and they continued to rush towards the locomotive. It seems that these were the backups he had prepared, but now he has lost patience and does not want to delay.

There were only a few people left in the red feather guard next to the coffin, and Yingguang hid behind the coffin shivering, seeing that he was about to be crushed by the crowd that swarmed.

Meng Huan secretly complained in his heart: Today, the prince is only afraid that there will be more evil and less auspicious.

At this moment, several more figures flashed.

A big black man with knotted muscles rushed straight into the battle group next to the locomotive, and overturned four or five killers like a whirlwind. A one-legged Taoist priest held a wooden sword in his hand, sacrificed a rune, turned into a rain of swords, and instantly covered the several killers who fell to the ground, and killed them with a single move. Another red-haired Taoist priest stood in front of Ying Guang, raised his palm, spat out a giant sword in his palm, swept over, and killed three or four more killers. These figures came suddenly, and the situation on the field changed.

"Li Ge! you...... You're not dead?" Ying Guang exclaimed when he saw the big man.

"The old slave is late, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is frightened!" Li Ge didn't have time to say more, so he picked up the axle and joined the battle group again.

The lean man didn't think that he would suddenly kill such a group of people halfway, and his eyes showed a look of hatred, and he was about to attack, when three huge claw-like roots suddenly appeared in front of him.

When he saw this beard, his eyes lit up. I didn't see how he moved, but he suddenly shifted a few feet, just in time to dodge the first root. When he panned, he already had an extra object in his hand, which was actually a fist-sized multicolored spider. He waved the spider with one hand and urged the charm with the other, and a large web suddenly appeared in front of him, and the second root whisker hit the net, shining with golden light, and he couldn't break through. Suddenly another thing appeared behind him, and with a slight swing, it flew into the air, narrowly avoiding the third root that jumped out of his feet. When everyone looked at it, the object hung behind him like a crystal clear giant fan.

"You're still alive?" he stared down, his tone revealing a bit of consternation, "You're so damned!"

The spider in his hand turned into a colorful light and shot at a swarthy boy on the ground.

In the dormitory, Emperor Yang paced back and forth alone, looking up at the door from time to time, looking a little anxious.

Teraya hurried in.

"What did Mr. Qi say?" Emperor Yang's eyes flickered, staring at Sigu.

Tera Valley knelt down: "Back to Your Majesty, Mr. Qi said that everything is arranged, and today is the death date of the old man and Na Yingguang." ”

Emperor Yang showed a hint of a smile, and immediately took it back: "Hey, it's a pity for Guang'er." If it weren't for his gentle nature, and such a mother and uncle, he wouldn't have gone so early......"

Thayani raised his head: "Mr. Qi still has something to say to the old slave to bring to Your Majesty!"

"What?"

"Mr. Qi said this very important, and he must stick to His Majesty, so that His Majesty can truly hear it. ”

Emperor Yang was strange: "There is no one else here, you just say it louder." ”

"The old slave didn't dare. ”

"What words, you still don't dare to say it out loud?" Emperor Yang was a little curious, "You come here, talk to my ear." ”

Sigu got up, approached Emperor Yang, and said word by word: "Mr. Qi also said that Your Majesty is old and confused, and it is time to rest." ”

Emperor Yang was still doubting his ears, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and when he looked down, a jade-handled sharp knife had reached his chest. Teraya flashed to the side, head bowed, smile still on his face.

"Trayaya, you, you-"

"The old slave will wait for Your Majesty to rest!" Tera Gu pulled out the knife, and Emperor Yang's chest was bleeding and he fell to the ground, still convulsing. Sigu took out the dragon pattern jade tube that Emperor Yang handed over to him that day, poured the powder in the tube on Emperor Yang's body, and whispered softly in his mouth: "Be good, sleep well......

Emperor Yang turned into blood in an instant.