The trombone mourns and joys duet, and the drums are noisy and noisy.

The banner shook in the gale, Bei Han was wearing a black crown suit, holding the ashes of a generation of owl king Bei Han Mo with both hands, and slowly ascended the priest's platform along the steps with a solemn pretense.

Fan Mo Yajun had a dignified and solemn face, leisurely stretched out his white hands with distinct bones, and took the columbarium that Bei Hanjian secretly delivered, and mocked in his heart, and couldn't wait to be the new king in front of him.

Under the sacrificial stage, the people knelt on the ground together, their faces were heavy, mourning the untimely death of a generation of founding emperor Beihan Mo, and tens of thousands of cries resounded in the sky and hit the sky.

"Holy Son, you must surpass Brother Wang and let him ascend the Lotus Road as soon as possible." Bei Hanjian took his hand and whimpered, but there was not a single tear in his eyes, and he was very sympathetic.

Fan Moya has a habit of cleanliness and doesn't like to touch people, Bei Hanjian has committed his great taboo, but he has excellent cultivation, and his likes and dislikes are not easy to show.

"The king is at ease." Fan Moya lowered his eyes slightly, covered his eyes full of contempt and disgust, brushed his hand away without hurry, and slowly responded.

Fan Moya handed the urn altar to the disciples, took the divine water entrusted by his subordinates, lightly twisted the white feather and dipped it in the divine water, and sprinkled it on the white jade ash altar.

He took the lead, chanted the lotus mantra of the past life, and behind him five hundred handsome and beautiful boys and women, the crisp and clean children's voice, soothed and calmed, as if from the lotus god above the nine heavens.

Han Qing was infected by this sacred atmosphere, and it was rare to listen to it quietly, this divine sound that purifies people's hearts and cleanses the sins of the world.

Han Qing looked up at the young man standing tall on the sacrifice, representing holiness and divinity, and his eyes couldn't help but ponder, is there really a god in this world?

If so, why do you coldly watch the people living in the mire of red dust, constantly falling and losing themselves.

A soul extradition ended with the departure of the boys and girls.

"The cycle of life and death, the alternation of the old and the new, is a common thing in the world, only by believing in the Black Lotus God and being a faithful and kind believer, can we get rid of the cycle of life and death and enter the Supreme Lotus Road to eternal life.

The first king Bei Hanmo was a loyal believer, broadcasting the lotus way, serving the gods sincerely, being diligent as the king in the world, benefiting the people, and declaring the merits of the consummation, transcending the world, and ascending to the lotus road.

The world needs a new king to take over his position, and according to the will of God, the second prince of Beihan, Beihanjian, is the new king of Beihan, and he is good at people. ”

Fan Moya represented God above, and said it in a similar way, Han Qing couldn't help but sneer, and said secretly: It's really a liar to be a god, see if I don't expose your false face today.

Fan Moya handed the scepter to Bei Hanjian, just picked up the crown, and was about to put it on his head.

"Stop! Bei Hanjian, you can't be the king today. A discordant voice suddenly appeared at the scene, it was a young man about 20 years old, and he saw that this posture was to smash the field.

As soon as these words came out, the audience was shocked, and some people recognized him as a soldier riding a horse with the princess.

Bei Hanjian was ruined for his ascension to the throne, his face became very bad, he glared at the young man below, and asked angrily, "Who are you?"

Fan Moya watched the fire from the other side, looking at Han Qing under the mask of human skin, secretly thinking in his heart, trying to find out his intentions.

Han Qing is not a good stubble, and he can lose his skin without dying, so he is obviously prepared to see his posture.

Sure enough, the next moment, Han Qing continued:

"I am the holy envoy sent by the lotus god to teach the will of heaven, a few days ago, the cold king Bei Han Mo came to the throne to cry and complain about his grievances, and the murderer who assassinated him was not Han Qing, the master of the horse, but the second brother of a mother's compatriot, Bei Hanjian, the main god sent me to teach the truth."

On the square, the people lowered their heads and discussed, Bei Hanjian was secretly frightened, and his heart began to panic, but he was also a person who had seen a big scene, and he quickly calmed down.

Only one person except him knew about his assassination of his eldest brother.

"You're Han Qing, someone is here to catch him!" Bei Hanjian immediately judged where he came from.

He had heard privately that Han Qing didn't know where to learn strange skills, and he could change his appearance, but his face was easy to change, his voice was disguised, and his style was covered, but the things that emanated from his bones could be hidden.

When Han Qing saw that he was recognized by him so quickly, he simply didn't bother to continue to disguise, covering his sleeves and revealing his face, and a beautiful cheek appeared in everyone's eyes.

"Bei Hanjian, are you afraid that I will expose the truth, so you can't wait to erase it, is there evidence of your murder?

It's a pity that your wish was disappointed, and today I am the one who repairs you, not you who fix me. The generals will besiege those two traitors!" Han Qing took out the imperial decree from his arms, his face was solemn, and he raised his hand and commanded majestically.

The iron horsemen stepped out of the column to surround the altar, Bei Hanjian panicked, opened his hands, and shouted in a broken heart: "You have arrested the wrong person, you should arrest him!"

Bei Hanjing stepped forward to stand beside Han Qing and fought side by side with him and said, "Second brother, don't be obsessed, if you confess your sins now, I can ask for you and let the eldest brother spare your life."

"Hmph, you want to trick me into admitting it, no way!" Beihan Jianxin said.

"Sister, you keep saying that I killed my eldest brother, and you have the ability to come up with evidence!

Without definite evidence, the traitors of the Northern Han Dynasty were indiscriminately vassalized, and the good people were wronged, and the people present would not agree, would they? ”

Bei Hanjian insisted that they could not produce evidence, refused to admit their guilt, and incited public opinion without fear.

"Jing, why do you bother to persuade him, he doesn't cry if he doesn't see the coffin, and he doesn't die if he doesn't see the Yellow River, come to us to bring the evidence and ask him out." Han Qing stopped Bei Hanjing from continuing to persuade, and her thin lips hooked up a weird smile.

The army was uniform, changing from one column to two rows, giving way to the middle road.

The audience was silent, and the people were waiting for the figures in the rear of the army.

Bei Hanjian's face changed immediately when he saw a serious man walking from afar, with a vigorous pace and a majestic figure, and he stepped back in a panic, pointing to Bei Hanmo, who was silent, and said: "He is not my brother Wang, he was killed by you a long time ago, he must be someone you are looking for to pretend."

"Bei Hanmo, your second brother doesn't seem to believe that you are real!" Han Qing turned his head and quipped.

Bei Hanmo secretly plucked his eyes, intending to look at the lively Han Qing, and said coldly: "Second brother, as long as you obediently admit your mistakes, I can spare your family a way out for the sake of flesh and blood."

"You're not real, Bei Hanmo has already died, you really learn Bei Hanmo, see if I don't tear my fake face." Bei Hanjian stretched out his arms, leaped off the sacrificial platform, came to Bei Hanmo's face, and pinched his face.

"Your mask is still sticky, I'll tear it, I'll tear it......" Bei Hanjian was surprised by the skin under his hands, the touch was real, and he gritted his teeth and pulled hard.

Bei Hanmo was pained by him, his thick eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and the iceberg's face cracked and cracked, revealing the anger hidden underneath.

Han Qing put his arm on Bei Hanjing's shoulder, looking sympathetically at the abused face of the ice cube, holding his stomach and laughing, trembling, gloating.

"I don't believe it anymore, I'm going to cut off your face with a knife." Bei Hanjian couldn't tear off the impostor's face, and the cold sweat on his forehead became more and more, and he impulsively pulled out the short knife on his waist.

"Bei Hanjian, don't make trouble!" Bei Han Mo grabbed his wrist violently, and said angrily, the knife in Bei Hanjian's hand fell to the ground violently, and erupted into a metallic silent rage.

"Even angry is so similar to him, if I hadn't seen him die in front of me with my own eyes, I would have believed that you were him, hehehe."

Bei Hanjian was not afraid to pull it off, and the tiger whiskers on Bei Hanmo's chin were raised in front of him to watch, and he laughed sarcastically.

Bei Hanmo blew off the beard in his hand, turned his head and asked Han Qing innocently: "Han Qing, you really took great pains to deal with me.

Where did you find a fake, this ice cube is really like nine out of nine. ”

Han Qing felt that he was about to laugh, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said sympathetically: "Bei Hanjian, this is really your eldest brother Bei Hanmo, you didn't say anything when you saw him stabbed, you stabbed him twice, he is really the best brother in the world."

"How is it possible, I saw him breathing with my own eyes, how could I borrow the corpse to repay the yang?" Bei Hanjian couldn't believe it, and he didn't believe it.

"Alas, I see that you have such a stupid brain, I'm afraid I can't figure it out even if you die, for the sake of your death, it's better to be a good person and let you die clearly."

Han Qing put away the appearance of leaning on Bei Hanjing, took out a pill from his arms, and introduced it with a sly smile: "The name of this pill in my hand is called 'Ghost Upper Body', as long as you take it, you can fake your death for three days and three nights, not to mention that your breathing and pulse will stop, and even your body will gradually stiffen like a dead person.

The only disadvantage of this medicine is that it cannot be taken continuously, and the person concerned will lose his will after taking the medicine, and no one will wake up and may really fall asleep all the time.

So, I stole the body of Bei Hanmo, who faked his death.

I don't understand, this is a means to confuse the enemy, why do you come to make a fool of yourself with such a low IQ. By the way, whose ashes are in your urn? ”

Han Qing said that Bei Hanjing's exaggerated performance next to her spoofed Bei Hanjian's IQ.

Han Qing jumped on the altar, grabbed the altar of ashes, sat on the altar with one butt, played naughtily back and forth in his hands, and raised his eyebrows and asked.

"No, it's impossible, Bei Han Mo was stabbed and killed, with those fatal two knives, let alone swallowing the upper body of the ghost, even if he swallows the life-saving elixir, he can't save it. He can't live!"

Bei Hanjian always firmly believed that he had killed Bei Hanmo, grasped the truth, and fought back.

"Oh, then I ask you, you killed your eldest brother, but this knife?" Han Qing pulled out a short knife from his waist and asked with his fingers flicking the sharp sword.

Bei Hanjian didn't speak, and acquiesced.

"Come on, you kill me again." Han Qing stretched out his arms again, used light skills to come to Beihan Fitness, stuffed the short knife in his hand into his hand, and instigated him very cheaply.

Bei Hanjian didn't make a move, Han Qing held his hand, tilted his head and said mockingly: "Why, you killed so happily that day, you didn't dare today?" You have what it takes to kill me!"

"Poof...... You actually killed me. Han Qing looked at him in astonishment, Bei Han pulled out the knife neatly, and made up another knife violently, twisting the knife in his abdomen.

"Jumping clown." The corners of Bei Hanjian's mouth shook the blood in his hand with disdain.

The corner of Han Qing's mouth spit out a mouthful of donated blood, and his smiling expression froze on his face, holding the blood donation that was constantly rushing in his stomach, pointing at Bei Hanjian, who had a gloomy face, and fell to the ground unwillingly.

There was an uproar in the square, and everyone stood up one after another, bowing their heads and whispering.

The brothers and sisters of Bei Hanjing and the others looked at Han Qing very calmly, they were tired of playing with this fake death knife for a long time.

After a few seconds, Han Qing, who was supposed to die, stood up with a smile again, pulled out the short knife in his stomach, played flexibly with his fingers, and used his fingers to draw the telescopic bleeding sword.

Bei Hanjian looked at Han Qing, who had been resurrected from the dead, and was so frightened that he took a few steps back.

Han Qing said contemptuously: "Bei Hanjian, now you will understand."

"No way, even if you make a fuss in the knife, but the touch of slicing flesh can't be simulated." Bei Hanjian kept retreating, shaking his head to reject the truth.

"Alas, why are you so stupid! Even if you can be an emperor with your IQ, you will have been played to death a long time ago. Today I will send the Buddha to the West and tell you what is going on. ”

Han Qing showed a disappointed expression that could not be taught, untied his belt, and unexpectedly tied a circle of fresh meat around his waist.

This is a trap from beginning to end, a trap specifically aimed at him, the winner is the king, and the loser is the villain.

Bei Hanjian laughed madly, and the guards who were pupated by the bees were subdued to the ground, and the unbridled laughter came to an abrupt end under the swinging of the sharp knife.

Han Qing! I don't accept it, and we will fight again in the next life.

Bei Hanjing closed it regretfully, and the second brother's dead eyes, she tried her best to persuade her.

The eldest brother had promised her that if she could persuade the second brother to confess before the evidence was measured, she would pardon his capital crime, but unfortunately the second brother missed it.

"Damn! What about Fan Moya? Bei Hanjian's head had just landed, and Han Qing wanted to find him a companion, but suddenly found that Fan Moya had mysteriously disappeared at some point, and stomped his feet angrily.

"Fan Moya, you can escape the first year of junior high school, but you can't escape the fifteenth. Come! Come with me and arrest the Father and the Virgin at once......"

Da Xiaozi, I'll take a look at you, can your parents protect you this time!

Han Qing put on a black ghost mask to cover the distorted handsome face under the mask, and at this moment in his fine eyes, he was extremely vicious, it was the murderous aura of the poisonous tiger preparing to harvest its prey.