"Miss, there seems to be an accident in Ciyuan Palace, saying that there is an assassin!" Chu Yunluo's little maid has not been able to change her name until now, especially when she is nervous: "Miss, let's ...... Let's hide somewhere!"

What had happened last time had scared her terribly, and now she was like a frightened bird, nervous at the slightest hint of trouble.

"You're talking nonsense again, our courtyard here is remote, and we are all unfavored little women. Even if there were assassins, they wouldn't come to assassinate us worthless. Speaking of this, Chu Yunluo couldn't help laughing at himself. It is ridiculous and pathetic to take off the lady's clothes and put on the concubine's outfit, but she is "worthless".

[Take off your colorful costume, what do you have left?]

Suddenly, the white-haired demon's words came out again, rippling in the heart lake with demonic nature.

Chu Yunluo was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head vigorously, forcing himself to ignore it. She suddenly didn't want to be alone, because the voice in her heart would be extra clear when there was silence, so she got up and said, "But the assassination is really troublesome, and many people will be disturbed. Let's go, pack some gifts, and go with me to sit at my sister opposite. ”

"Yes!"

Chu Yunluo lived in a courtyard similar to a courtyard, and directly opposite her was another concubine, who was also new to the palace this year. There is nothing special about that concubine, her personality is neither cold nor hot, and she can't find fault or see bright spots. It is naturally beautiful among ordinary people, but it is inconspicuous among concubines, and no one usually has much communication with her. Even the place where he lives is remote and deserted, and there are few people.

But today, Chu Yunluo decided to knock on the door of friendship.

And what she didn't know was. Just as she was setting off. In that room, there was a sudden flash of light. A man in gray appeared silently in the room. When the man in gray came into the house, he staggered as if he had been wounded. The man quickly secretly found a pill under the bed and swallowed it in his mouth, but he still couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn, then Liu An is so strong?!" The gray-clothed man is tall and big, and he knows that he is a strong man at a glance, but his voice is cold and pleasant, and he is a very good female voice. With a clattering sound, "he" trembled slightly. The robe bulged here and there, and it kept moving. A moment later, after an extraordinarily loud snap, a pair of white hands suddenly burst out of "his" chest.

This scene feels like a horror movie.

The white tender hand groped up and down the chest and abdomen of the gray-clothed man for a while, grabbed the key point and tore it hard. Bang, the gray-clothed man was "disemboweled" in the blink of an eye, and it turned out to be a shell made of mechanisms. And a relatively petite figure came out of it, and it was a beautiful woman with a national beauty, it was Fang Hui.

"Whew......" Fang Hui sat on the bed, panting tiredly.

Because there are a lot of buckles that were originally locked together. The masked damage also erupted. I saw that the lower ribs of the shell of the mechanism were peeling off a lot of connecting rods and guards, and the sword that Yang Qi had just popped out was smashed here. The hilt alone shattered many devices. If it weren't for the armor of a trap, she would have been there.

Her pretty face was slightly cold, and then she quickly took out a storm stone from the shell of the machine. The wind and rain stone was held in her hand, emitting a slight light, obviously she was also a person with ten thousand thoughts. But the light was a little wilted, like someone had been beaten on the head, and it was not at all spiritual.

Seeing this scene, Fang Hui's expression became more and more cold, and she secretly hated while pranayama healing: "It's a pity that I changed my name and lost a lot of accumulation, otherwise how could I let that Liu An be so vicious?"

Whoosh, another figure flashed into the room. This person was dressed in eunuch clothes, but he used various methods to cover his head and face tightly. And this person was much more seriously injured than Fang Hui, and as soon as he entered the house, he fell to the ground with a pop. Fang Hui hurriedly took out another pill and flashed over to feed one to the man. When he took off his mask, he saw that it was Cao Hong, the immortal of the South China Sea.

He was the Shengdong who attacked the west, pretending to assassinate the queen and covering up Fang Hui's actions. Taking the greatest risk and suffering the greatest encirclement and suppression, he tried his best to get rid of the pursuers, and when he came here, he was already injured and could not get up.

But he still struggled to look at Fang Hui, his eyes were full of anticipation: "Holy Maiden......"

But Fang Hui shook his head wordlessly.

Cao Hong closed his eyes in disappointment, but after a breath, he reined in his emotions and regained his composure: "Holy Maiden, according to yesterday's Holy Fire Order, the promised place was opened in advance. The original plan was completely disrupted, and we were not allowed to make drawings slowly, so we took a risk today. Liu An was the best breakthrough, and today was also the best opportunity. But since this road is not going to work, we have to give up......"

"No, absolutely not. The rest of the candidate saints must have a second hand to prepare, and I must find the second Holy Flame Order no matter what, so I can have a chance of winning!"

"But the holy woman ......" Cao Hong was still waiting to persuade him again, but Fang Hui suddenly stopped him: "Silence, someone is coming!"

As soon as Fang Hui's words fell, Chu Yunluo's voice came from outside: "Sister, little sister has come to see you." ”

Listening to the sound is so close that it doesn't take a few steps to enter the house. Time was pressing, but Fang Hui was not shocked. She stretched out her foot and swept the trap shell under the bed. The bottom of the bed was full, so he threw Cao Hong onto the beam of the room. At the same time, she took out a mask from her bosom and put the mask on her face like a mask while responding, "Sister wait a minute, sister is coming".

She took out all kinds of trivial things with her hands like phantoms and smeared them on her face, and after a few breaths, she had completed her disguise. When Fang Hui welcomed into the outer room, she had already changed into a different appearance, it was the concubine who had looked at Yang Qi twice when she was in Ciyuan Palace. She secretly made a "patient" gesture to Cao Hong, and then greeted Chu Yunluo.

The plan took a heavy hit, but she was able to quickly adjust her mindset. Her demeanor is gentle but not lost, neither clumsy nor excellent, extremely ordinary.

This was the way of the Assassins.

―――――――――――― the dividing line of the Holy Flame Order――――――――――

The days passed.

The assassination incident of Ciyuan Hall caused a storm in the palace, and even Jia Yidao was alarmed. At this juncture, any slight disturbance will be over-interpreted, let alone such a major event as the assassination of the queen. But what does all this have to do with Yang Gonggong? Instead, she suddenly got out of her busy routine and had time to do something else every day.

She often went out of the palace and traveled around Lin'an City. She will often telesense, so that the spirit descends on the long-lived holy womb, so as to talk to the little ones in the air and give instructions. More often, she will sneak back to Concubine Miao's territory and discuss martial arts with Jiao Niang and Sanmiao every day.

She is about to break through, Sanmiao is about to break through, and even the new magic skill of refining eggs and transforming qi has dawned, and she is about to break through. At this time, it is most helpful to communicate and communicate with various masters. Every day passes, the sword in her heart will be sharp and tenacious. With each passing day, she takes a step closer to her destination.

At the same time, Yinyanglu also aroused great interest and heated discussions among the three of them, and in the brainstorming of you and me, a new idea is gradually taking shape.

It was during this time, thousands of miles away, that the funeral of the master of a lamp was held.

There were not many participants in this funeral, and there were no complicated processes such as throwing paper money, throwing porcelain basins, blowing, playing, singing, and performing rituals, which really did not match Duan Zhixing's identity as the king of a country. However, although the funeral was simple, it was very serious and solemn.

Under the dark sky, people piled up a huge firewood burial rack. He was dressed in an ordinary monk's robe, his hands folded in front of his chest, and his serene expression even carried a hint of joy that his wish had been fulfilled. Yang Guo, Xiaolongnu, Guo Xiang, Duan Xingyong, each of them took a torch and ignited firewood from four directions at the same time.

The flames rose and burned, and one of the lights in the flames looked as if they were asleep.

Xuzhu said in the Dafa of Breaking Love and Despairing Thoughts that life is a big dream, and one end will be extinguished and the other end will wake up. If there is really an infinite karmic fire burning in these three worlds, if this world is really a house of fire, then a lamp from here is extinguished, it can be regarded as liberation.

Guo Xiang looked at the flames in a daze, reached out and touched the little hairy child's head and asked faintly: "Little hairy child, you say, is there a reincarnation in this world?"

This question is definitely not just one person, and everyone wants to ask this question when faced with the matter of life and death.

And the little hairy child, who was the reincarnation of the Golden Wheel Spirit Child, looked at the fire in amazement, this scene seemed to touch some deep emotions in his heart, and immediately said with a complicated expression: "I originally thought I was me, and then I thought I was the reincarnated spirit child, and now - I don't know ...... anymore."

"Hahahaha, whether there is a reincarnation or no reincarnation, a person will live a life and be chic. Come, great monk, I salute you with a bowl!" He Qizhi looked like a scholar who had been hit hard. But at this time, he heroically picked up a big bowl, drank it dry in one gulp, and then smashed the wine bowl on the ground with a snap.

He wiped his mouth, took his sword and turned around and left.

Duan Xingyong immediately caught up with two steps and asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'll go to Lin'an!" The despondent meaning faded, and He Qizhi's eyes shot a sword-like edge: "She can look down on me, she can chase her own happiness, but she must not marry a lustful old man who is about to die!"

Duan Xingyong looked at He Qiyu's back with a complicated expression, and he suddenly waved his hand and slapped his head with both palms in succession. In the sound of slapping, Duan Xingyong let out a heart-rending roar. After roaring, he suddenly straightened up and took a big stride, and walked away with He Qiyu.

He decided not to go any further.

"What are you doing here? Don't get in the way. ”

"The legs are on me, can you control where I want to go?"

Arguing all the way, the two drifted apart. They are not subordinates of no one in the world, they are free to come and go.

Yang Guo looked at them appreciatively, and the two of them could be expected to break through.

And so, plain and fulfilling, time slips away day by day.

When everyone came back to their senses and raised their heads from their respective affairs, they suddenly found that the palace was full of lights and everyone was beaming.

The Mid-Autumn Festival has arrived. (To be continued......)