"Can't see it?" The laughter of the old man in black was colder than anyone else's, "As long as I wait for death, the contents of His Majesty's Codex will be immortal." ”

Immortal......

Ying Baoyue's expression was a little subtle.

"I knew," although the destruction of the first book just now was not out of her intention, but she didn't panic much when the book turned into powder.

If you want to feel sorry for her, you just feel sorry for the book.

Because she knows very well that these men in black have been guarding the Codex for many years, even if they haven't read all of them, they should always have read the first one, right?

If she had guessed correctly, the contents of the first volume had already been memorized by these adult slaves who had read the Codex for many years.

After all, being able to read the Codex at will was the most tempting condition offered by the man when he recruited the scripture slaves. After reading five books for so many years, and the content of these five books can't be remembered, are there problems with these people's brains?

"Wait," Ji Jiashu, who was standing on the side, also reacted at this time, he looked at the black-clothed old man led by him in amazement, "You obviously remember the content of this codex, but you still want people's lives?" ”

Or the life of the granddaughter of the owner of the Codex, are these people crazy?

Ji Jiashu admits that his heart stopped beating for a moment when he saw the Taizu Codex, which was regarded as a sacred relic by the cultivators, shatter. But that was the possibility that he did not expect the slave to remember the contents of the Codex.

He never expected that these people would kill people by reciting the contents of the codex backwards.

The eyes of the cultivators under the altar were also a little shaken.

"These are two different things," the old man in black looked at Ying Baoyue, with hatred in his eyes that could not be hidden.

"This woman destroyed the true works of Emperor Taizu! It's a holy thing! The old man's chest rose and fell, and he roared loudly, "Then every page is a sacred and inviolable holy relic, this woman actually destroyed them all, and a woman who can't enter the temple still has no remorse?" Sin deserves death! ”

The cultivators in the audience who were originally affected by Ji Jiashu's words gradually quieted down again when they looked at the distressed old man on the stage.

"Yes, I remember that someone just tore a corner of paper and was cut off by the Imperial Prayer Province......"

"It would be unfair to others not to punish this princess."

"The contents are indeed remembered, but the original codex cannot be regenerated."

"These scripture guards are also pitiful, after all, it is the true work of Taizu, look at the scene just now, there may be a mysterious formation in the true work of Taizu......"

"It's all ruined by this woman......"

"This old gentleman is right, after all, the princess is not in the temple, not to mention that she is already married...... She's not a member of the Ying family at all. ”

"It's just that this woman probably thought that she didn't have to be punished for her surname Ying, who would have thought that this person didn't take the princess seriously at all......"

Listening to the discussions of the people around him, Ji Jiashu's expression became cold. He was about to step forward but found that Li Ji on the stage had never collected his sword, and the giant sword had been blocking Yinghuyue intentionally or unintentionally.

Li Ji looked at the distressed old man in black on the stage with an indifferent expression, he didn't think about arguing with the scripture slave in the first place.

These people have been guarding these dead things for many years, and the existence of the Taizu Codex has long deviated from the original intention of guiding the cultivators, and has become a "holy object" that cannot be touched or seen in the hands of these people. ”

"Ladies and gentlemen," the old man in black shouted, "you say that the man who destroyed the entire Codex should be killed!" ”

His voice seemed to have magical power, and the young people in the audience were stunned, some of them had hesitation in their eyes, but some of the spectators and older cultivators had already raised their hands and shouted.

"Damn it!"

"Damn it!

People will be affected by the atmosphere, and there are more and more people shouting for killing.

A smile crossed Xu Bingqing's eyes in the crowd.

Ying Baoyue looked back at the shouting crowd behind her, always feeling as if she was in some kind of strange ritual.

How incendiary the human heart is. In Master's stories about his hometown, when he burned the shrine maiden in the Middle Ages, was it such a scene?

"The witch should be burned in public!"

Another shout from the black-clothed old man sounded in his ears, and Ying Baoyue laughed dumbly.

I really want to do something, after so many years, can these people be a little creative?

"Burned?" In the ranks of the Northern Wei people, Mo Hua, who was standing on the side of the chariot, suddenly heard Meng Shi beside him muttering, and the girl's body trembled violently.

"Stepson? Mengshi? What happened to you? Mo Hua's eyes widened, looking at the thin men's girl next to him sweating like rain. Large drops of sweat rolled down Meng Shi's forehead, and she seemed to have fallen into the most terrible nightmare.

Mo Hua was anxious, but the most in his heart was doubt. It's just because he knows best that Meng Shi's mind is actually extremely strong, after all, without a strong mentality, a woman can't dare to disguise herself as a man and mix in the pile of men.

Such a woman is not someone who will be frightened by the word of burning to death.

"Meng Shi?" In the chaotic crowd, Mo Hua approached her and grabbed her hand, the young man's pupils shrank, and he found that her hand was colder than ice.

What kind of memories did this scene touch her?

Mo Hua watched Meng Shi raise his head and look at the other girl who was pointed out by Qianfu on the stage, with sadness in his eyes. The next moment, she gritted her teeth and wanted to rush to the stage.

"Meng Shi!" He took a deep breath and clenched her wrist. Meng Shi turned his head in astonishment, looking at the Northern Wei boy who was dragging her with anger in his eyes.

The tip of Mo Hua's tongue was also bitten out by him, but he knew that the influence of the Taizu Codex and the words of the Shoujing Slave had been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people over the years. The former Qin princess is afraid that she will be more auspicious today, and ordinary people rush up at this time to accompany her to the funeral.

"You wait," looking at Meng Shi, who was about to lose his mind, beads of sweat oozed from Mo Hua's head, but he couldn't think of words to persuade him.

And at this moment, in the increasingly enthusiastic shouts of the crowd, a teenager's eager shout sounded.

"Wait!"

The originally commotionous crowd was quiet for a moment, and everyone looked back at the Qianqin team and found that it was Yingxun who made the noise. Ying Xun, who was grabbed by three or four people, shook his head desperately and broke away from the hand covering his mouth.

"Wait!"

Being stared at by so many people, the few secret guards who surrounded Ying Xun looked a little embarrassed, so they had to quietly let go of their hands.

Ying Xun's hands and feet were finally free, and he glanced at Huo Zhan gratefully who had just secretly helped him kick away several secret guards.

Huo Zhan nodded to him.

Yingxun, who was free from the shackles, immediately rushed to the altar.

Seeing Ying Xun appear, Ji Jiashu found that the expression of the old man in black on the stage had changed in an instant.

Ying Xun hurriedly climbed onto the altar, and when he stood still, the old man in black and the group of scripture guards bowed down to him.

"The eldest son."

Seeing this scene, and then looking at the girl standing alone in front of the altar, Ji Jiashu only felt that his eyes seemed to be stung by something.

This group of slaves who treated every word written by Emperor Taizu as a treasure was not disrespectful to the descendants of the Ying family, they just disrespected her.

Grandchildren and granddaughters were treated so differently.