Zhang stared at him deadly, eager to immediately pounce on his flesh and drink his blood.

Shen Bujiao finally left with Zhang, but did not leave Taigu, but spent three days collecting evidence, and she did not go to Dali Temple again.

Instead, he went straight to the palace, and Shen Bujiao gradually figured out a little thing over the years, not about the trial, but about the aura that flashed before, about Wen Xianyu, about the trial tower, about the Nine Shadows Soul.

So she couldn't wait to complete this trial task quickly, and along the way, she saw a lot and wrote down a lot, and there were dense words recorded on the snow-white paper that was empty at the beginning.

The buildings in the palace are really splendid, the style is solemn, she came in through the main gate, the soldiers can not enter her, she took the Zhang family step by step to the Jinluan Palace, which represents the supreme imperial power.

Of course, the emperor is not in the Jinluan Palace, to be honest, this emperor was still diligent and loved the people when he was young, abided by etiquette, and had the appearance of a wise monarch, but unfortunately the older he gets, the more confused he becomes.

Awakening to the power of the world and getting drunk on the knees of beauties, that is almost the lifelong dream of all men in the feudal era.

The emperor did fool around with his concubines in the harem, and when he heard that someone had trespassed into the palace, the emperor was first agitated, and then he was furious, this group of useless waste, even two women couldn't stop it!

The emperor had to climb out of the gentle township of Yingge and Yan Dance, and walked up to the Jinluan Palace, a woman in green clothes stood quietly in the hall, and the emperor sat on the dragon chair, inexplicably feeling a very heavy coercion, bringing a full sense of oppression.

Shen Bujiao flicked his fingers, and the evidence collected these days fell on the emperor's lap, and the emperor sitting on the dragon chair couldn't restrain this move, which was almost no different from humiliation, and said angrily: "What a big daring!"

With a wave of his sleeves, the paper fell all over the ground, and the Imperial Forest Army outside the hall marched here with guns, Shen Bujiao's fingers moved slightly, and his voice was a little cold, "I'll let you see!"

"What are you! Dare to command me!" The old emperor, who had been an emperor for most of his life, dared to speak to him again and again in a commanding tone, which made him feel that his majesty had been seriously challenged.

There was a flash of extremely heavy murderous intent in his eyes, Shen Bujiao didn't even move his eyelids when he saw it, took out a pen and paper, and wrote down his evaluation of the emperor, with a tyrannical temperament, mediocrity and incompetence, and unworthy morality.

No matter how aggrieved the emperor is, no matter how unwilling he is, no matter how angry he is, he still has to bow his head in the face of absolute power, and look at the so-called evidence, Shen Bujiao has collected a lot of evidence, and the emperor's brain is still very useful in this extremely dangerous situation, after all, he was also an emperor with the appearance of a bright monarch when he was young.

Almost under the hostage and persecution of Shen Bujiao, the emperor overturned the case for the Zhang family with grievances, and Dali Siqing became the vent of the emperor's anger, because Shen Bujiao couldn't move, and the anger accumulated in his body, so Dali Siqing was unlucky.

Shen Bujiao looked at the emperor sitting on the dragon chair, and sighed lowly, "With such an emperor, it is no wonder that the country was destroyed later, but it is a pity for those people who suffered." ”

The people ask for very little, just three meals a day, grains, clothing, and shelter from the rain, but the ruling class has to deprive and occupy even this little living space, and it is no wonder that the people have revolted.

The emperor's face was as black as ink, he suppressed his anger, and before he could speak, Shen Bujiao took Zhang's fluttering and left, it really floated away, stepping on auspicious clouds, Luo Yi fluttering, really like a fairy coming to the world, stunned everyone.

Zhang died in the end, her body was already at the end of the crossbow when she was tortured in Dali Temple, and Shen Bujiao did not save her, because Zhang himself did not want to live.

No one can save a man who is bent on death.

Shen Bujiao bought her an excellent cemetery in Taigu, and the cold wind was howling and the snow was falling, so she poured a bowl of cold wine in front of Zhang's grave as a memorial.

When she dropped the words on the last piece of paper, the world shattered like a mirror, and collapsed, and in a blink of an eye, Shen Bujiao appeared in the trial space.

Xing Yizheng sat on a blanket with all kinds of snacks, he was holding a bag of candied fruit to eat, but his mind was not on the candied fruit at all, seeing that Shen Bujiao was back, his dull eyes rolled, and he immediately howled, "Wow, I'm so miserable!"

Shen Bujiao walked over expressionlessly, extracting important information from Xing Yi's chatter, if he goes, this world is also a serious ancient world, Xing Yi's identity is a little son of the Guogong Mansion, and his identity is not low, Xing Yi thought that he would be a young master and wait for death to be a young master, and he would pass the test if he lived until the end of his life, but he didn't wait for him to live a good life for a few months.

His kingdom is gone...... The enemy army broke through the imperial capital, and the little young master who grew up in the dignified mansion fell into the dust overnight, became a slave of the country, and was a prisoner.

Later, after all the setbacks, the Guogong Mansion escaped from him, and thus Xing Yi began a career of nearly 30 years of escaping from the famine, yes, it was a famine, because after the enemy country annexed the country, natural disasters continued, Xing Yi had to carry the identity of a fugitive while carefully escaping the famine, while hiding in Tibet, eating the last meal without the next meal.

Therefore, after clearing the customs, Xing Yi wants to greatly satisfy his stomach that has been suffering for decades, which can be regarded as a strange compensation psychology.

The corners of Shen Bujiao's mouth twitched, speechless.

After Xing Yi finished speaking, he remembered to ask Shen Bujiao, "What did you encounter?"

He frowned slightly, feeling that Shen Bujiao was different from before, his temperament was even colder, and he felt like he was holding back his big moves.

Shen Bujiao was silent for a long time, as if he had fallen into some kind of indescribable thought, Xing Yi didn't dare to open his mouth to urge, Shen Bujiao at this time gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.

As soon as Xing Yi put away the snacks, he found that the cold ice under Shen Bujiao's feet condensed, quickly sweeping through the entire trial space at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it may not be enough, the cold ice is still extending outward, as if it is about to reach the ends of the earth.

An extremely cold wind blew, freezing Xing Yi shivered directly, it was a kind of coldness that penetrated into his soul, and a thin frost condensed on his lips, "Shen Bujiao...... You, you're crazy!"

He grabbed Shen Bujiao's right hand and clasped it, and shouted, "What are you doing?!"

The heavens and the earth froze, everything withered, and the majesty of the cold face was coming, as if coming to the extremely cold ice abyss, and even the soul was trembling.

Shen Bujiao didn't resist, she raised her gray eyes that were so light that they were almost transparent, and she slowly spoke, "I know the secret of the Xuanji Tower. ”

Xing Yileng's heart trembled, the hoarfrost hanging from the hair at the corners of his eyes trembled slightly, and his voice was difficult, "What...... Secret. ”

Shen Bujiao's pale eyes were clouded.

The other trial spaces of the Xuanji Pagoda, along with the entire Xuanji Pagoda, were slowly covered with a layer of frost, freezing the heavens and the earth, and the slaughter that ended everything was condensing.