Seeing the knife and armor, Yun Shibao's pupils on the roof couldn't help but shrink.

First of all, this gold wire ring knife, fine workmanship, the whole body is made of thousands of wrought iron, the cold light flashes, the handle is gilded, and the dragon is carved on it, and it is a royal thing at a glance.

is talking about this black iron armor, with Xuanwen on it, and knife marks all over it, and it looks like a battle-hardened thing.

"The descendants of the Xuanjia Army? It's kind of interesting..."Yun Shibao touched his chin and muttered a word, and his figure flashed and disappeared on the roof.

In the early years of the Tang Dynasty, there was an invincible army, dressed in Xuanjia, fighting in the south and the north, from the end of the Sui Dynasty to the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, in the change of Xuanwumen, after a hundred battles, did not taste a defeat, and was given the name Xuanjia Army by Li Shimin, Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty.

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Inside the house, the old farmer in armor changed his momentum, from a drooping old man to a battle-hardened pawn.

"His Royal Highness the Holy King, bless the old man to be able to avenge the little girl, if there is an afterlife, the old man will definitely tie the grass ring and repay this great favor." After putting on the armament, the old man hesitated for a moment, and then carefully took out a portrait of Yun Shibao from the cabinet, and bowed respectfully three times.

"Uncle, the palace is heavily guarded, and you can't take revenge alone." At this moment, a flirtatious voice suddenly sounded in the room.

In an instant, the old peasant's hairs stood on end, his expression stiffened and turned around, looking at Yun Shibao, who was dressed in a scholarly robe, elegant and dusty, the old man hurriedly put the golden wire ring knife across his chest, bowed his waist slightly, and put on an attacking posture.

"How did you get in?"

"Old man don't have to be so nervous, I'm here to help you..."Yun Shibao raised his eyebrows, his figure flashed, and appeared in front of his old man, and his right index finger was gently placed on the old farmer's golden wire ring knife, and pressed down slightly.

The old farmer only felt an incomparable force coming from the blade of the knife, and when his palm was loosened, he couldn't hold the handle of the knife.

"Bang dang!" With a soft sound, the golden wire ring knife fell to the ground, smashing a deep pit of more than half a meter on the bluestone floor.

"Help me? You scholar has such a big tone, do you know how noble the old man's identity is as an enemy? Attack on him, sin and rebellion, do you offend? Knowing that he was not Yun Shibao's opponent, the old man simply sat on the ground and said disdainfully.

"Oh? The lonely king really can't think of anyone in this Tang Dynasty who the lonely king can't afford to offend? Hearing this, Yun Shibao smiled, and as he spoke, his facial features suddenly distorted, directly lifting the change in the Thousand Phantom Body.

The next moment, a sword-eyed and tiger-eyed, full of majesty, appeared in front of the old peasant.

"You... You are... Is it the Holy King of the day? He looked at Yun Shibao in a daze, and then at the portrait, and the old man muttered dreamily.

Visiting the portrait of Yun Shibao is purely for a peace of mind, just like in the previous life, before making a movie, you had to turn on the camera to worship God, and when digging a well, you had to sacrifice the land, although most people know that this is not for any purpose, but what you want is an auspicious and peace of mind.

Now, the gods who worship have suddenly "appeared", how can the old man not be surprised?

"You... Are you really His Highness the Holy King? Although it was exactly the same as in the portrait, the old farmer still couldn't believe it.

"What? Isn't there still someone who dares to pretend to be the king? Yun Shibao raised his eyebrows and said lightly.

"Please ask His Royal Highness the Holy King to make the decision for the old man and save my poor daughter..."After confirming that the person in front of him was really the famous Holy King today, the old man knelt down with an ordinary voice, and the old man burst into tears.

As Yun Shibao expected, the ancestor of this old man was indeed a member of the Xuanjia Army, who once followed Li Shimin to fight in the south and the north, and after retiring, he was placed in the Ganwang Mansion for retirement.

The treatment of military households in the early Tang Dynasty was very good, but after a few generations, by the old man's generation, he basically had no ancestors.

The old man has also been a bachelor for most of his life, and when he is forty years old, he is old and has a daughter.

The wife died in childbirth when she gave birth to her daughter, and the old man and his daughter depended on each other, and finally pulled her daughter to grow up, and before she could enjoy the joy of family, her daughter was kidnapped by a group of strong men.

It wasn't until some time ago that I accidentally learned that the strongman was actually dressed as a guard of the Gan Wangfu, and folk rumors said that in order to seek immortality, the King of Gan had already hooked up with the tree demon grandma in the locust forest in the back mountain.

After knowing that his daughter was more than lucky, the old man was desperate and wanted to sneak into the palace and kill King Gan to avenge his daughter.

"Since it is rumored that this King of Gan has colluded with the Tree Demon, why don't the people leave King Gan City and go to other places?" Helping the old man up, Yun Shibao frowned slightly, and said with some doubts.

"Although I have heard of the abduction of famous women by the guards of the Gan Palace, it is none of my business, and it is not my turn to do so, so who wants to leave my hometown?"

"And those who already have female relatives in the family are forced to stay by the Ganwang Mansion, and once they leave the Ganwang City, they will be beheaded." Hearing this, the old man smiled bitterly.

"By the way, my husband, I followed all the way, and I saw that some people would plant two old locust trees in front of their homes, and some would not plant them, why is this?" Glancing at the spiritual position on the offering table, Yun Shibao asked with a rather strange expression.

Lanruo Temple, Dryad, Nie Xiaoqian, and the proper Chinese Ghost Story, but judging from the development of the story line, the plot should not have started yet, and the ghost riding warrior should not have been born yet.

"This locust tree was forcibly planted by the Gan Wangfu, which family has a dead female dependent, which family must plant two locust trees at the door of their home, otherwise the family will go to prison..."

"The dead will be in the locust tree, this is a conjuring?" His eyes flickered, and Yun Shibao's eyes showed a hint of realization.

Immediately, his figure flashed, and he disappeared into the house in Nie Quansheng's stunned eyes.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Immediately after, Nie Quansheng heard two roars from the courtyard, and the ground shook slightly.

Seeing this, his face changed and he hurriedly ran out.

I saw that the two old locust trees in the courtyard that could only be hugged by two people had been pulled out by Yun Shibao at some point and were thrown in a corner at random.

On the ground, two deep pits are connected together, and deep at the bottom of the pit, a locust coffin is exposed.

"His Royal Highness the Holy King, this is..."Seeing the coffin at the bottom of this pit, Nie Quansheng's face couldn't help but change slightly.

The old man has the courage to assassinate King Gan, naturally he is not a coward, but he is in awe of things like gods and ghosts, and suddenly there is an extra coffin under the two old locust trees at the door, which makes people feel chilling when they think about it.

Yun Shibao didn't speak, his face was gloomy and he pointed at the coffin at the bottom of the pit, and the coffin was instantly held up by an invisible force.

"Shattered!"

The lid of the coffin exploded in an instant, sawdust splashed everywhere, and the lifelike corpse of a young girl dressed in white gauze came into view.

"Girl... My poor girl—" the old man threw himself on the coffin, and wept bitterly.

"Little woman Nie Xiaoqian, meet Childe..." Suddenly, the girl in the coffin sat up and bowed to Yun Shibao Yingying, her voice as crisp as a silver bell.