The weather is sunny, and the flowers and plants in Wangfuyi Garden are vibrant, which is the weather that should be in spring.

King Fu's mountain of meat, basking in the Chunqiao Pavilion, squinting very elegantly, because the meat grows too fast, the skin exposed on the neck that is no longer obvious is slightly purple.

The old scholar on the side was quietly holding a book and reading it very seriously. Zhu Changxun hummed the words in his mouth, slapped one hand on the armrest rhythmically, and suddenly snorted and said, "Alas." Lao Mei, has the backing stone arrived? This Xiao Zicheng is really interesting, I thought that if I was sent to the mountain stone, this king would really cut the meat and give him silver, but there was no door. ”

He squinted his eyes and caught a glimpse of the white cloth, and when he saw that the scholar in white didn't answer, he said, "Hey, Lao Mei, say something." When this king is a fart, isn't it? ”

"Lord Wang, isn't that me?"

Zhu Changxun straightened his waist slightly, turned over and wanted to face the scholar in white, "You tell a story to this king, isn't that you, or is it a ghost?" ”

"The story? I have a story, do you have wine? ”

Zhu Changxun, who was still turning over, just raised his head, and fell to the ground, "Er...... Two...... Second brother? He saw Zhu Qi's face that looked as young as a beautiful boy, but from that look and voice, he recognized him at once. If he said that the person he hated the most in his life, it was naturally the eldest brother who snatched his throne, and the person he was most afraid of was his second brother.

Few people know that Zhu Qi's real name is Zhu Changqi. It's just that after disappearing for twenty years, the middle word has been erased. Serving as the Sect Commander is an extremely secret matter.

Zhu Qi sat on the stone bench on the side, looking at Zhu Changxun, who looked like a mountain, and squinted his eyes. Said: "Again, I have a story." Do you have alcohol? ”

"Yes! Yes! He stood up tremblingly, ignoring his status as a dignified prince. Slowly poured the wine, "Second brother, you ...... Please. ”

The scarred Optimus Stone at the front of Yi Garden has been transported to the original shallow pits, and the craftsmen used hanging ropes and levers to slowly erect the stone, which looks really magnificent. Zhu Qi took a sip of wine and said, "Yang Fan has been here, right?" ”

King Fu's pile of flesh trembled. Coming back to his senses, "Yes." Later it was gone. ”

"Did he say anything?"

"Let me take some silver out and help Xiao Zicheng and Hong Chengchou contact them to clear the rebel army in Xingyang." I don't know why, Zhu Changxun was obedient like a child in front of Zhu Qi, and told him everything one by one.

"Did you do that?"

"I've returned the treasure chest." In front of Zhu Qi, he didn't even dare to call himself the king.

"So that's why you don't do it? Then I'll tell you a story. You didn't do it, but you found help. Told them Yang Fan's address, right? ”

"No ......"

After the wine was finished, Zhu Qi said lightly: "Do you want me to lock you in a dark room like before?" ”

This time. The horror in King Fu's eyes became even more apparent, and he trembled: "No! Second brother. I'm telling the truth, this Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain. But by chance. They were originally going to come and clean up the Wannian Temple. I'm just ...... He just told the herald and a swordsman...... "He suddenly looked up, but that night ...... The old swordsman didn't make a move that night.

Syllable!

The wine glass is crushed. King Fu knelt down at once. Pinching his ears like a child, "two...... Second brother. What I said is true. As for why the preacher helped the monk that night, I really don't know, I don't know......"

"Don't know?"

Zhu Qi took another wine glass and poured wine, "I don't know? Never mind. Today I have brought a lot of stories to tell you. ”

"Wannian Temple and Longhu Mountain, this is a conspiracy of the rivers and lakes, the cause is a coffin, but in the end, all the masters of Longhu Mountain were destroyed. And the one who planned it was really the preacher you said, so, you understand, why did the Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain appear that night, the white-clothed monk of the Wannian Temple, and the preacher appeared, right? ”

King Fu already felt a chill behind him, and his body trembled like a sieve.

"So, my good brother. This beautiful ambush has half the credit for you, but it was counter-ambushed. ”

"Nope! No...... Not me. Second brother, the old swordsman didn't ......"

A sneer crossed the corner of Zhu Qi's mouth, "That old swordsman of yours was pestering me at the time, not letting me stop this counter-ambush that I had already recognized." In the end, even fighting to the death, he refused to let me stop this senseless ambush. My good brother, do you think you have such a great personality charm that you can let a master of the innate middle realm work hard for you? ”

His hand pinched the face of the stunned Fu Wang, "You think you are very clever in controlling all this, but you don't know that you are being toyed with between applause." As a result, just a few days later, Dragon and Tiger Mountain was killed by several great grandmasters, and no one controlled the Dragon and Tiger Great Array, and that night in the Heavenly Master's Mansion, Zhao Zhenren died under the thunder and lightning. At this point, Longhu Mountain overnight, from the position of a southern Taoist sect to a third-rate sect. This sect has worked hard for more than 20 years to prepare for the confluence of the north and the south, not to mention that several great people who should have been loyal to the imperial court have also been killed and injured, all of which are thanks to you! ”

Zhu Qi let go of the lard face, and there was no smile anymore. All this, after he knew all this cause and effect, he connected it together and straightened it out.

It's not a hanging coffin at all. The hanging coffin is just a fuse, and the real purpose is to destroy Longhu Mountain, and also break the north-south confluence planned by him.

Everything seems to be unrelated, but a series of things are strung together, and Zhu Changxun, who listened to the cause and effect, sat on the ground with a pale face. He thought that he could control everything without leaving home, relying on Mei Shuyu's advice, but he didn't know that he was a clown who jumped off the beam, but he was still in the hands of others, helping others to match, and pitting his own people.

The rivers and lakes, perhaps, as Su Qing said, are very simple. Grievances and swords, a smile and hatred. However, if you really want to play conspiracy, like this time, one coffin, two mountains. The fall of a generation of masters, the old monk, Deyang Zhenren, Ziyang Zhenren, Hu Changkong, Xuanyuan Chen, and the last Dragon and Tiger Dazhen.

Longhu Mountain is lonely.

Undoubtedly, the Heavenly Master's Mansion is the loser the most, and of course, Zhu Qi, as a shareholder, is also bloodless.

Did Wannian Temple win?

Not really. The old monk died, and the life and death of the monk Yizhu were uncertain.

Zhu Changxun sat in a daze as if he had lost his soul. "...... the herald? It's a herald! He suddenly realized that there was always one person involved in all of this—the teacher.

"It doesn't look like you're hopelessly stupid."

Zhu Changxun hugged Zhu Qi's leg and said in a panic: "Second brother, give me a chance." Tell me, what do I do! I'll listen to you! ”

The wine on the table was drunk, and the story was finally over. Zhu Qi looked at the erected backing stone and said, "What to do, didn't Yang Fan already tell you?" Remember, the court is your backer. If the backer falls, you are nothing! ”

Rumble!

The boulder, which had just been erected, fell directly down due to the sudden breaking of the hanging rope and smashed on the bluestone bricks. The surrounding craftsmen scattered in a hurry, and the head of the palace jumped to the side and scolded his mother, and Zhu Qi had already left the palace. Only the sluggish Zhu Changxun was left, and muttered to himself: "What...... All...... It's not ......"

Mr. Mei closed the book and sighed, "The mountain has fallen." (To be continued......)

PS: Whew. Finally, I filled in the dark pit laid out more than 100 chapters ago, and I kept carrying a burden, and I wrote it out at once, which was very cool. Ladies and gentlemen, the recent update is not powerful, and it is busy, so I hope you will forgive me.