"At the time of the Tang Dynasty, thaumaturgists all over the world knew that if you eat a piece of Tang monk meat, you can live forever, if you suck a drop of Tang monk's brain marrow, you can become an immortal, and if you steam Tang Seng and eat it, you can die with the universe. My Shan clan used to be the enemy of the Tang Dynasty, and they also set up 9981 difficulties on the road of Tang Xuanzang's Xitian scriptures, trying to divide and eat them. It's a pity that the plan is in the people, and the success is in the sky, after the eighty-one battles, he was defeated eighty-one in a row, and let Tang Xuanzang return from the scriptures to illuminate the world. Every time I read the family history, I sigh that the time, the place, and the people do not benefit my single family, and the heroes are white-headed and the soldiers are broken. Now, I've devised such a big trap to finally put you in it—"

He laughed, and his smile was weathered and miserable.

It's not easy to be a wicked person, it's even harder to fool a city leader, and it's even harder to frame a thaumaturgist like me. Fortunately, he finally did it, and that smile naturally contained three points of relief.

"I'm not a Tang monk, and my flesh probably doesn't have the special effect of crossing people's immortality. "I couldn't struggle, I could only argue.

"Cut a piece, taste it, and you'll know. "Someone joked.

Thaumaturgists were desperate for shortcuts to practice, and Teacher Shan's words had undoubtedly ignited the desire of the other eight people.

"Kill Zhang Quanzhong first, and after the dust settles, then settle down and divide and eat it. Teacher Shan said slowly.

He is the leader of the Shan clan and the most formidable enemy who always keeps his cool.

"Now, listen to me—" He raised his hand, and everyone stopped cessating and listened to him.

"First divide the old woman in the ice coffin into nine pieces and put on a good show for Zhang Quanzhong. Teacher Shan said.

I am an old Jinan person, from my personal point of view, I have always thought that the old Jinan people are benevolent and reasonable, and will never do three indiscriminate things. It is true that the old Jinan people I have met since I was a child are like this, straightforward enough, righteous, and do things in a way that is both inside and out, and in terms of moral character, they do not go beyond Lei Chi.

When the Shan clan does this, it is slapping the old Jinan people in the face.

Dividing the bodies of the dead, especially the corpses of old women who are also thaumaturgists and have contributed to the war of resistance, is already a heinous crime that cannot be redeemed.

"Teacher Shan, you'd better think about it before you give the order!" I warned.

Teacher Shan nodded expressionlessly: "Yes, I have already thought about it, so I won't trouble you to remind me." My Shan clan has been rampant in the green forest since the Sui and Tang dynasties, decisive, free and autonomous, and never needs to be reminded by others. Back then, the Li family was dominant, and the princes of the world looked down on the wind, and only my Shan clan was not afraid of strong enemies and fought alone. Later, the Li family entered Chang'an, and my Shan family came from overseas to plot against the country, but unfortunately lost to the great strategist Li Jing and the female flying man ......"

The historical allusions he said are all familiar to the world, the Shan clan has many defeats and the Li family has many victories, and its defeat just demonstrates the wisdom and martial arts of the Li family, and has become an imperial story in history.

In the past, Shan Xiongxin, a big man in the Shan clan, ambushed Li Shimin, the son of the Tang Dynasty, with a horse and a lance, and occupied all the advantages of time and place, but was repelled by the "God-given Gate God" Wei Chi Jingde with a single whip, and his success was due to "harmony". Later, another big man of the Shan clan covered his face with a beard, falsely claimed to be a visitor from the sea, and sneaked into Chang'an with 3,000 Oriental killers, only one line away from success, but was killed by Li Jing with a game of chess and laughter, and was defeated by "Ren" for the second time.

The history of struggle of the Shan clan has something in common with the history of the Lu family, the Liu family, the Yue family, the Wen family, the Zhang family, the Wu family, the Sun family, the Yuan family, the Jiang family and other big families, great heroes, great strategists, and great wise men.

If the heavens make it successful, even if it is born recklessly, has no ink on its chest, its ancestors are extremely poor, and it has no power to bind chickens.

If the heavens allow it to be defeated, even if he holds the hegemony of the male army, is the enemy of ten thousand people when he is young, and has countless brave strategists on his side, he will definitely gain nothing, achieve nothing, and have nothing to gain even if he takes the world like a bag.

This is the will of heaven and the mandate of heaven, even if our generation has the ability to split the sky, the talent to make up for the sky, the mouth to swallow the sky, and the power to resist the sky, we will also die under the blue sky.

"My Shan clan's dream of dominating the rivers and lakes is about to unfold from today, and I Shan Qingcang wants to take on the heavy responsibility of the rise of the family alone, and add glory to the ancestors and ancestors-" Teacher Shan's expression became more and more solemn, and his back couldn't help but collapse slightly, as if someone had put a thousand catties of heavy burden on his shoulders, so that he had to pull his back with his chest, sit on his horse with his waist heavy, and pick up this burden without hesitation.

Only then did I know that Mr. Shan's name was the word "Qingcang".

"Let's do it. Teacher Shan raised his hand again and ordered.

I couldn't stop the men from committing violence, not only were my arms restrained, but under each side was a cold, sharp knife that pierced through my clothes and sank into the flesh.

"I'll come. A tall and slender Shan clan man with a slender cheek flashed his wrist-dissolving knife with his backhand, leaned down, supported the edge of the ice coffin with his left hand, and held the knife in his right hand, gesturing between Jingguan Xiaowu's neck.

"Well, let's do it. Teacher Shan nodded.

"This ......" The man hesitated a little, and the tip of the knife touched Jingguan Xiaowu's neck lightly, and then withdrew it.

"What?" asked Teacher Shan.

"This ...... I felt like this man was wearing a human skin mask on his face. The man replied.

"What?" Teacher Shan was taken aback.

The rest of the people looked into the ice coffin together, and at least four laser flashlights lit up, shining on Jingguan Xiaowu's chin down and collarbone up.

It stands to reason that Jingguan Xiaowu was sent here after her death, and the mortuary would help her sort out her clothes and groom her face. If she was wearing a human skin mask, how could she not be removed?

The main function of the human skin mask is to hide the true identity, and now that everyone is dead, what is the point of hiding the identity again?

The man placed the tip of the knife close to the upper edge of Jingguan Xiaowu's collarbone, carefully flicked it a few times, and then gently raised it. Under the bright light, everyone could see a silver thread on the tip of the knife.

"Tian Silk?" I had just thought of the name of the silk thread, and Teacher Shan had already blurted it out.

The silkworm comes from the snow pole silkworm of the Tianshan Mountains and Kunlun Mountains, which has super toughness that is not afraid of cold and heat, and its stability, pulling and weight-bearing capacity are 100 times that of ordinary silk threads, and can be used as climbing steel wires on many special occasions. This substance is extremely rare, so it is expensive and not affordable for ordinary people.

Once Jing Guan Xiaowu was found to have heavenly silk on her neck, everyone could determine that she was indeed wearing a very thin mask on her face, and this mask was so exquisitely designed that even the undertaker in charge of makeup didn't notice it.

"Peel it off. Teacher Shan's tone had become very nervous.

The sharp knife in the man's hand flicked horizontally against Jingguan Xiaowu's collarbone, slowly picking up a small piece of silk fabric as thin as a cicada's wing.

Another person helped, holding the silk fabric with a diagonal tweezer and carefully uncovering it upwards.

Jingguan Xiaowu is old, her skin is loose, and her color is dark yellow, which is an inevitable change in the body surface of all elderly people. However, when the silk fabric was lifted upwards, what was revealed was fair, firm, and smooth skin, like the skin of a woman of her age.

"It's possible that it's not...... Not the person we're looking for. The man snorted.

"Don't speak, take off all the human skin masks and look at them. Teacher Shan ordered in a deep voice.

Under the alternating pull of the two tweezers, the silk fabric continued to roll upward, revealing Jingguan Xiaowu's chin.

Originally, the chin and neck are the places that can best expose a woman's real age, and almost no makeup, concealer, or tensioner can change it.

Even if a woman over the age of 50 paints her face without any blemishes, as long as she twists her neck, the horizontal lines and dents on it will be visible, and all careful concealment will be useless.

On the other hand, young women in some special industries need to dress up as old women, and this neck part is also the most difficult to deal with.

Therefore, everyone next to the ice coffin was shocked when they saw Jingguan Xiaowu's chin, because Jingguan Xiaowu's chin was smooth and smooth, without a trace of fine lines. Only a beautiful woman between the ages of eighteen and twenty-eight is likely to have such a beautifully curved and flawless chin.

"What the hell is going on?" the man paused, a puzzled expression on his face.

"Immortal?" someone asked in a low voice.

"Mr. Xia, maybe you can try to explain this?" Teacher Shan turned his head to me.

I had seen the young Jingguan Xiaowu in the illusion, and in that era of war, although she did not apply powder, she was already radiant. I must admit that she is a well-deserved Asian beauty. So, when I saw her in a dilapidated house, I couldn't accept it. Now, I am sure that as long as I take off the human skin mask, it must be the young Jingguan Xiaowu who will appear in front of me.

"She's not old, it's good, it's good — it's a pity, it's a pity she's dead. Time is ruthless, turning the fate of her and Zhang Quanzhong upside down, and she has not ended well. This time, even if I am broken, I have to protect her innocence. Although my thoughts are chaotic, I never forget the fact that "the dead are greater".

"She must be Jingguan Xiaowu, and in the realm of thaumaturgy, there is a precedent for escaping the wear and tear of time by some means. Everyone, Zhang Quanzhong will definitely not appear, it is better to turn the war into a jade silk, bury her well, and accumulate a little yin gong for all of us, how about it?" I said loudly.

Teacher Shan hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "Mr. Xia, contrary to your hunch, Zhang Quanzhong will definitely appear, and it will bring us a huge surprise." However, I will consider your suggestion not to cause too embarrassing damage to Jingguan Xiaowu's body, that would be unsightly. Come, Nine Limits Nail waiting-"

His words were tactful at first, but when the words "Nine Limit Nails" came out, the faces of the other eight people changed.

The "Nine Limit Nails", also known as the "Funeral Door Nails", have appeared in many Yin and Yang metaphysical classics, and are specially used to deal with the dead or dying people. The so-called "Nine Limits" means that nine carved talismans and black blood-soaked peach stakes pierce the nine veins of the target's body, so that even if the target wakes up, it will gradually freeze to death due to the restriction of the veins. Coupled with the prohibition of talismans and black blood, after the target dies, he cannot smoothly enter reincarnation, and even the soul is under the confinement of the "Nine Limit Nails" and becomes a victim in the gap of reincarnation.

"Teacher Shan, why do you want to kill them all?" I sighed.

This time, I didn't lament for Jingguan Xiaowu, but lamented that Teacher Shan was too ruthless in his technique, and it was easy to attract "retribution".

In many cases of fierce killing in the thaumaturgical world, some thaumaturgists use violent means to attack each other, but under the influence of the demons, all these methods are counterattacked and inflicted on themselves. He leaves no stone unturned and goes all out when he attacks, and when he counterattacks in a thaumaturgical reversal, he is naturally hopeless.

The news of the present world comes quickly.

I have good intentions, and I don't want the Shan clan to suffer.

"I just want to solve this matter, solve it once and for all, and leave no future trouble. Teacher Shan said gloomily.