When the national teacher was on his deathbed, only one person knew what he had done.

This person is His Majesty Zhao Mingying.

Zhao Mingying's face is very bad these days, most of the days he locks himself in the imperial study, leaving only a maid outside the door, the door is not out, the second door is not stepping, the folds on the desk have been piled up, Zhao Mingying has no mental understanding, and his heart is immersed in the grief of losing a close friend and good minister.

There is another major event that also lingers in his heart.

Wei Xiangwu was killed in the mansion and beheaded, and his death was very miserable.

At this time, in addition to the excerpt on his desk, it was the letter of the eight hundred miles of urgency, which was written by the deputy general Yan Boxi, and the words were equally sad, to the effect that His Majesty should quickly send a person who can recruit and fight well to garrison Yuntian City, in case the Jin soldiers got the news and took the opportunity to raise troops to the south, and at the same time, the letter also mentioned that there was an eyewitness named Xiaolian, but Xiaolian may have been frightened, or he may have been manipulated by his thieves, and he could not tell the story of that night.

In addition to this, the letter contained a piece of paper with a few scribbled lines on it.

"The minister does not seek thorns, the world is harmonious, the people are happy, the east supports the plow, the west repairs the level, the south canal divides the water, and the north grass is lonely, then the gold can be pulled. ”

The thief is very exaggerated and bold with his pen, and in Zhao Mingying's view, this is simply a mockery of him and a provocation to the imperial power.

Zhao Mingying was about to shred the paper, but suddenly stopped.

He remembered this sentence, from Xiao Wen's book.

Zhao Mingying smoothed the paper again, read it carefully, calmed down a little, and then took a pen and wrote four words under the paper, lotus moving the fish boat.

Subsequently, Zhao Mingying put the piece of paper upside down on the bookcase, rubbed his eyebrows vigorously, and looked very anxious, presumably this matter has been transmitted back to the court, tomorrow's court meeting, someone will definitely ask Wei Xiangwu about the cause of death, especially Wei Xiangwen, how he will give a satisfactory explanation to the ministers, it can't be said that he was killed by a certain high-level cultivator.

As for how to confess and how to track down the murderer, Zhao Mingying still has no clue, Yan Bosi did not mention any clues about the murderer, only a bold guess, it may be that the two of them cooperated, one was responsible for killing the old attendant Cheng Tiangui, and the other was responsible for killing Wei Xiangwu, the two cooperated very tacitly, and the realm of these two people was very high, at least the peak of the Six Realms, otherwise they would not be able to kill a cultivator of the Five Realms and the Six Realms without the gods knowing.

As for who will succeed him to the position of national teacher, he once recommended a candidate before his death, this person is called Yuan Luocheng, and his ancestors have produced great figures.

For Sui Weimo, Zhao Mingying naturally knew that the old national teacher of Bijia Country was a person with real skills.

But Zhao Mingying felt that this person was too decent, and it seemed that he was a little less tempered to be a qualified national teacher, in fact, to put it mildly, he still felt that Yuan Luocheng was once from Chongyang Palace, and he was a disciple of Chongyang Ancestor, and it was difficult to use people without suspicion based on this alone.

When it was a little late, Zhao Mingying summoned the maid Chunni to settle down a little.

When night fell, Yupehe knocked on the door of the imperial study.

Zhao Mingying didn't talk straight to the point, first said some trivial things, and only then did he say after feeling that the atmosphere was almost precipitated

said: "I heard that night, the predecessors also chased the giant eye, I don't know if there is any gain?"

Yu Peehe seemed to be very thoughtful, did not answer, only pecked a sip of tea, then sighed, and said lightly: "Your Majesty does not send someone to find the old body, and the old body has also decided to visit late at night today." ”

Zhao Mingying smiled in surprise, and then asked, "Could it be that the seniors have encountered troubles?"

Yu Peehe suddenly looked directly into Zhao Mingying's eyes and said in a low voice: "Xue'er has an accident!"

Zhao Mingying immediately felt dizzy, stood up tremblingly, and then sat down heavily, took a long breath, and said anxiously: "Please tell the seniors in detail, where is she now, and how is her life?"

Yu Peehe slowly raised his hand, pointed to the sky, and said in a low voice: "I remember that when Your Majesty invited the old man to go down the mountain, he said something, His Majesty said that when he took Xue'er back, he met a tattered monk halfway through, and the tattered monk once said a word, Your Majesty remember?"

Zhao Mingying frowned and fell into deep thought.

It was a cold winter day, when the chariot was about to enter the capital city, a monk in tattered clothes came to him, the monk said that the child in his arms was frail and sickly, and it was difficult to raise an adult, unless he could prolong his life with the help of practice, and then after Zhao Mingying's repeated questions, the monk told the truth, he said that the child was a person of three lives and three lives, and he was destined to walk on thin ice in this life.

But Zhao Mingying didn't believe it at the time.

Zhao Mingying suddenly remembered something again, the national teacher handed over a bunch of petals to him in the autumn of the year, and said a word before leaving, the princess is a delicate person, remember to go with the water.

Zhao Mingying sighed and said, "Could it be that Xue'er is really a person with three lives and three lives?"

Yu Peehe nodded, and sighed: "That night, the old body chased Xue'er's breath, but after all, his strength was not good, and he couldn't keep her. ”

Zhao Mingying stroked the white hair hanging down from her sideburns and asked, "Senior, what should I do, how can I find Xue'er." ”

Yu Peehe stood up and said: "According to the old body's guess, Xue'er should have left this world now, how to find it is naturally not something that ordinary people can do, unless someone can open the gate of heaven with a sword." ”

Zhao Mingying was shocked and said: "Who is this person's surname, I will use half the country's strength to find him." ”

Yu Peehe turned around, looked at the moonlight outside the window, and said lightly: "The old body knows that there are three people, the Black and White Venerable of the Heavenly Guard, and the other is the senior of Ning Tieshoe, but these three are definitely not what Your Majesty thinks, even if Your Majesty is willing to devote all the power of the Fengtian Dynasty, they may not be willing to do anything, after all, this is related to the matter of the Heavenly Machine." ”

Zhao Mingying suddenly fell silent, and before she knew it, the corners of her eyes were moist.

Yu peeped the river and walked out the door, and when he crossed the threshold, he didn't look back, and whispered: "Maybe he can do it, but he needs to give him time." ”

In the mouth of the fish, he is naturally Xiao Jiansheng.

There is another sentence, Yu Peeping River didn't say it, she couldn't bear it, and she didn't dare to think about it, but she knew that once Zhao Lingxue appeared again, the world would be chaotic.

Although Yu Peep River did not say anything in front of Zhao Mingying, this kind of thing that can't contain fire in paper will be known to everyone sooner or later, and when the time comes, the hearts of the people in the world will naturally be the power of hundreds of millions of people, pointing directly at the Fengtian Dynasty and Zhao Lingxue.

Not only the royal palace,

In fact, there were such and such speculations in the whole world, and after the cracks in the sky appeared and the giant eyes were opened that night, countless cultivators consciously accelerated their cultivation speed in order to cope with the unforeseen circumstances of a certain day.

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Time flashes, months later.

A beautiful town surrounded by mountains and rivers, a spacious school, a scholar with a thick beard, lowered his head and slowly packed up the books on the bookcase, a group of children dressed in colorful clothes said goodbye to the scholar one by one, and then walked out the door.

The scholar had just finished cleaning up, he looked at the child who walked at the end with some inconvenient legs and feet, walked over and gently rubbed the child's head, the child turned around excitedly, and said cautiously: "Little sir, your lecture is not vivid at all, if it weren't for the mother's words, you should listen carefully to the teacher's teachings when you arrive at the school, Ah Lang has already fallen asleep." ”

The scholar frowned lightly and asked, "Then how can it be vivid, you tell me, and I will change it when I go down." ”

Ah Lang smiled playfully and said, "For example, Mr. Xiao can intersperse some whimsical things in addition to literature class." ”

The scholar asked, "What is something imaginative?"

Ah Lang blinked his long eyelashes and smiled mysteriously, "Could it be that Mr. Xiao is not a cultivator?

The scholar shook his head and said, "Why do I want to become a cultivator?"

Ah Lang seemed to be very embarrassed, did not answer this question in time, lowered his head and walked in the direction of home, just after a walk, he turned back and stopped the scholar who was walking slowly at the intersection of a stone road, and said: "Because almost every household in Panlong Town has cultivators, no cultivators will be looked down upon, and they will be bullied when they go out. ”

The scholar laughed and asked, "Then are you a cultivator?"

Ah Lang nodded, and said proudly: "Although it's only the Three Realms, let's forget it." ”

The scholar was not surprised, but calmly tightened the yellowing and strange smell of the books in his hand, and said: "Whether it is cultivation or pure martial arts, you must first practice etiquette, etiquette is the way of life and the foundation of great love. ”

Ah Lang seemed a little unwilling to listen, tilted his head and said: "It's not wrong for Mr. Xiao to think so, but don't forget, tomorrow is the last lesson related to whether Mr. Xiao can stay or not, and Mr. Xiao must prepare well." ”

Ah Lang slowly walked away.

The scholar stopped on the gravel road, then looked around, found a pitted stone pier, walked over and sat down, and began to turn through the pages of the book in his hand, he had three books in his hand, the manuscript of "Zhigui", the manuscript of "Der Spiegel", and a book with various cumbersome runes painted on it.

The scholar had almost crossed the time of the incense, then got up and walked towards the low hut where he lived alone.

Soon, the scholar walked around a few tall plane trees, came to a hut, and pushed open the hidden door.

The hut is very clean, the reason for the cleanliness is that there are too few furnishings inside, the ground is covered with cracked wooden boards, there is only a small bed in the house, an old desk, a wooden basin and a wooden barrel, after the scholar put the book down, he seems to be a little uncertain to pay attention, hesitate in place for a while, and then lift the barrel in a trance, and walk towards the old well not far away.

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