"Ghost Daokou, this is the location where you are stationed, and the eighty-three and eighty-five marks are also with you. ”

"Got it, 20 miles into the mountains. Yinchen said, waving his hand to let his Wu Chang lead the jujube red horse, and a slight gust of wind pressure that was less than Pei Yuan's ten weights swirled on his body, blowing him up just right, and gently falling on the horse's back.

"All charge. With a wave of his hand, he didn't even bother with the stunned herald, and rushed out of the camp with his own team.

At this time, the other rulers were picking the quilts of the soldiers one by one, whipping the poor soldiers' buttocks, urging them to get up and assemble quickly. The camp was filled with the shouts of the soldiers and the roars of the commanders, the commanders, and the commanders.

【Fengdu Soul Refining Mountain Entrance Road】

From Pershing City to Fengdu, there is only one road, that is, the mountain road of refining the soul, this road is built by the official family, the stone road that can drive four carriages side by side, it is also very smooth and stable, except for the rainy season when the road is closed by water, it is usually unimpeded, another section of this main road into the mountain, called the Rin Slope, is built along the pass washed down by the mountain flood, both sides are more than ten zhang high cliffs, it is said that it is not dangerous, it is not strange, except for the goats jumping around on the steep slope on weekdays, no one really pays attention to here。 The emperor's Imperial Forest Army, the forbidden army and the like, naturally did not take this place seriously.

Coincidentally, the disciples of the Sealing Gate had a unique vision, and actually built two linear hidden fortifications here, with piles of cobblestones and hundreds of machines, turning a location that was not too steep to defend into a hell road where the enemy could not return.

Yixuanzi followed the Qinggui Elder who blocked the door, stood on the high cliff and looked down, sneering at the signs of chaos in the forbidden army below. "The forbidden army is like this, it can be seen that the country is no longer a country. Elder Qinggui stroked his narrow pure white beard and sighed bitterly, but it was difficult to hide the lust for power that rolled deep in the depths of a pair of blood-red pupils. Yixuanzi stood behind his side, shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and said in his heart that no matter how erosive this world is, he can't count on you, a bad old man, but it is also an excellent thing to be able to bully and bully these so-called military masters who will only oppress the people.

"Huh, is there anyone who can quickly gather the team and come out of the conflict?" Elder Qinggui stretched out his hand and pointed to a small group of forbidden troops galloping past on the mountain road, the team that looked like no more than two hundred people flashed under the mountain road, as fast as a ghost in the dark night, and the disciples who blocked the door didn't even have time to react, so they let them pass through this dangerous mountain path.

"That's Lord Yinchen under the hands of the true king, that's the person of the true king, we don't think we can afford to mess with it. Yixuanzi said softly.

At this time, everyone, including Yi Xuanzi, knew that the object of the robbery this time was the dignified son of heaven, and the boxing party had been poisoned, and there was no other way except to bite the bullet, not to mention following Uncle Zhao Guang's "hidden dragon", once it succeeded, it was the same credit as the founding fathers, and in the face of great glory and wealth, there were not many people who hesitated, after all, among these boxing parties, almost only one Xuanzi was the right way. Fortunately, Li Xiaomeng has the detoxification skills he learned from Yang Ziyi, otherwise Yixuanzi, a righteous path spy, would have to hand over his life to a group of demons.

"O man of the true king. A blue-gray light flashed in Elder Qinggui's eyes: "The True King and I are not all the way, but we will never be the same as that dog thief...... Let's just let them go, as long as we can stop this forbidden army from besieging Soul Refining Mountain. ”

At this time, beside the two of them, one after another of the simplest mechanisms made of logs and ropes, huge rough stones with a diameter of two zhang had already been placed. Although these traps carry the original stones, although they have a similar structure to the catapult, they do not have the ability to eject rocks, but can only give the rocks the kinetic energy to roll forward, and in front of these traps are high cliffs, and there are even carefully cut slopes on the cliffs, once the boulders roll, they can immediately roll down super high.

The rain is getting heavier. The torches in the camp of the forbidden army were extinguished in the torrential rain, and the noise of the people was drowned out by the fierce rain. "It's time, do it!" Elder Qinggui let out a low shout, and all the boxing assistants, including Yi Xuanzi, hurriedly drew their swords and cut off the ropes around them.

With a tooth-sore scream, the machine finally pushed massive stones off the cliff before the wood broke. In the sound of the torrential rain, Elder Qinggui's short and powerful order sounded again: "Withdraw! Everyone pushes the city! This place cannot be defended!" So a helper boxer quickly fled along the predetermined path in the background of a series of screams below the cliff.

He did not let the court know his identity until the end of the whole incident, so it was impossible to investigate it afterwards.

【Fengdu Soul Refining Mountain Pailuogang】

The Spirit Emperor grabbed Concubine Jing's crisp breasts and raged on her body.

Concubine Jing's hands were cut behind her back, and the red ropes were deeply embedded in her snow-white and plump body, and the twenty-four-year-old gritted her teeth and endured this almost inhuman pain.

In the Southern Empire, it has never been a happy thing for a woman to accept her crotch, and even the original happiness has been greatly painful by all kinds of tedious and disgusting rituals and rules. Every time a woman goes to Wushan Yunyu with her lover, she tastes the pain of flesh and skin as if she is going to sacrifice to the devil, which is said to be a kind of witchcraft inheritance that prays for good fertility. Concubine Jing felt that such pain was worth it, whether it was the pain of being physically bound by a rope or the shame of being mentally embarrassed in front of this old man, it was worth it, because she had fallen deeply in love with this man who was physically inadequate, but extremely warm, even if this man might not love herself.

When Concubine Jing was selected to enter the palace ten years ago, she was only fourteen years old, after ten years of frightening struggle, she was like the queen who didn't like herself, from an ordinary palace maid, counterattacked to become the second ranked Jing Guifei in the six palaces, and even faintly had the momentum to replace the queen, after all, she was still young, twenty-four years old is the age of good birth, compared to the queen who has passed the age of standing, she is better in appearance, personality and figure.

She has no ambitions, she doesn't want to be as strong as a queen, and she should be more pleasing to men. Her face is more lovely than that of the queen, her breasts are larger than the queen, her body is more elastic than the queen, in short, from a woman's point of view, she is more attractive than the queen.

Maybe it's her unadorned primitive attraction that makes the emperor not forget to take her when hunting, the probability of choosing four out of three thousand is really amazing, and she and the queen must choose almost every time, and the remaining two concubines are the real ones, relying on the "spare goods" that kill the bloody way from the concubines at the age of only a teenager.

The emperor finally stopped, and as he had done many times before, he fell to the side panting, and a hand that had faintly appeared age spots was still clutching the soft flesh on her chest, still refusing to let go. Concubine Jing smiled softly, opened her blurred eyes slightly, and her peach-colored eyes were full of love.

A few days ago, when the emperor set out, he was so majestic, especially in front of the ministers, he was an inhuman god, and in the tent, the emperor was honest with himself, and a pair of old arms hugged Concubine Jing's soft and delicate body that was tightly bound, and it was hard for her to imagine that he and the crown on the throne were the same existence. Whenever the emperor was exhausted, sweating and panting to the side, she felt infinite pity, and even secretly felt that it would be great if this man could be like this forever, as in the curtain! But the emperor is the emperor after all. He was often filled with the doubts and vigilance that only an emperor could have, even when he was giving rain and dew, like a tiger and leopard besieged by hunters. Many times, although he took off his clothes, he wore a short sword to greet Concubine Jing, and sometimes he scolded with a face." I can rub your breasts, I can cut your breasts!" Concubine Jing could only close her eyes, with a gentle and weak expression that was ravaged by the king. Indeed, the emperor could not only cut off her ** without thinking, but also cut off her head immediately without being guilty. This is the stimulation of grace and fear that outsiders can never receive.

Since entering the palace, how many such lessons she has passed, the deep palace is actually as full of endless danger as the deep starry sky, and the danger does not only come from those harem women like her, or rather, the real fear, dining chair and cruelty, from this old man who likes to rub her breasts.

Concubine Jing sometimes hated this man who moved her back and forth, but she also pitied this emperor who could not get rid of his defensive heart at this time. Could it be that this throne was stolen? Why should she always guard against the "lost owner" to claim the throne that has been taken for many years? Of course, she also understands that even if this throne is obtained by righteousness and light, those imperial uncles, imperial brothers, imperial brothers, imperial nephews, and even the emperor's own sons, eight out of ten are still there all the time, openly or covertly, coveting this throne. It seems that such a day is indeed the fulfillment of that terrible prophecy: although the wealth is extreme, there is no fun in the end!

The palace, as his ignorant young emperor Zhao Yuheng said, is the most important place to turn living people into stone.

Sadly, the petrified power spread in this palace is not only eroding a beautiful woman like Concubine Jing, but also not only those contemptible eunuchs, poor palace maids, and even the queen, and even the emperor who is high above. The palace is like a demonic prison, completely abrasive, completely ossified, and completely fixed into a terrifying rock statue of all people's passions, dreams, personalities, and even life itself, so that the days of watching themselves slowly wither may have started a thousand years ago and will never end. In the past thousand years, how many Spirit Emperors and how many Jing Concubine Niangniang have been silently suffocated to death in this cage.

Thinking of this, Concubine Jing Niangniang suddenly gained a strength out of thin air, a strength that struggled to survive in the darkness of despair, as if she suddenly realized that she was drowning, struggling to surface. With her hands tied, she poured this strength into her waist, and struggled to move her body towards the Spirit Emperor. Her expression was so warm at this time, soft and sacred, as if she presented her body to the emperor to rub it, it was a ritual like a pilgrimage. At this time, she had already regarded her love as a pilgrimage.

As if sensing something, the Spirit Emperor reached out and gently stroked her face, his eyes full of cherishment and love for valuables. "You have been in the palace for ten years, why has nothing changed except for growing taller? You are still the same as when you were fourteen years old, small, soft? The women who have been hugged by me have become hard one by one, not only their bodies have hardened, but their hearts have also hardened, and their wings have become harder, you say, don't you think the same as them?"

"The concubine swore to heaven that she wouldn't. Concubine Jing was silent for a moment before she said softly: "Even if the concubine's body turns into dry bones and gravel, the concubine's heart is always soft, no matter what the emperor does to the concubine, the concubine only remembers the good of the suffering, and only remembers to be good to the emperor." Concubine Jing gently leaned her head in front of the Spirit Emperor and let him stroke it more smoothly. The Spirit Emperor looked at her affectionate appearance, and a rare trace of unbearability flashed in his eyes.

I can't bear it.

He even hesitated two or three times at that moment, wanting to tell this little concubine who was only half his age about the purpose of this hunt, wanting her to hurry up and warn her family, and wanting to use her as a special envoy to persuade the old lady Zhen who God knows what he was planning, and the younger brother of the prince who was square and upright, and he also liked very much, let them retreat and withdraw as soon as possible, not to get involved in this useless Uncle Zhao Guang's useless shit, the general trend of the world is impossible to really change because of the wishes and efforts of a few people. After all, Emperor Ling ascended the throne with a testament, and the people of the world will only recognize himself as an emperor.

However, the unbearable and struggling at that moment flashed twice in his dark green eyes, and then disappeared, so fast that Concubine Jing didn't even notice it.

While Concubine Jing moved her tightly bound and defenseless body softly and let the Spirit Emperor continue to fiddle, while she swore that she would always be soft, the Spirit Emperor's heart hardened.

Ranked in the Ninth Five-Year Plan, ten thousand bones into mud.

Tick.

Tick tock.

The wind blew through the cracks of the tightly stretched curtain, and with a heavy damp breath, the Spirit Emperor, who had been lying lazily, suddenly opened his eyes and turned over like an enraged leopard.