Xu Zhi took a step forward and whispered, "Childe, I'd better not disturb Lord Taibu." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

This situation was a world away from the night of the festival. That night, Song Guomingzun not only did not prepare for it, but he didn't even carry the sword he carried, but he was also exhausted after a whole night of sacrificial ceremonies. The combination of the two made them scramble, and Childe had to use a shape-shifting image to save himself.

But now that he was surrounded by more than a dozen Mingzun who were in good shape, plus fifty elite soldiers and a large group of sturdy minions, this could not deal with a small team of assassins?

Moreover, according to Yajia's observation summoned by Yu Zeyu, most of the assassins in that team were ordinary people with different expressions and body shapes, and it is believed that they were also victims of evil arts such as chrysalis. This kind of evil magic seems strange and scary, but in fact, it is not a threat to the prepared Mingzun at all.

Gongzi thought about it in his heart, and felt that what Zhishui Fangshi said was good, so he nodded and said, "What Zhong Bofu said is very true, let's not disturb Zhaoming Gong......"

Before he could finish his sentence, unbridled laughter rang out in his ears.

"Hahaha...... The old man has finally succeeded!"

"Tom!" The door of the main hall was kicked open, and a tall old man walked out of it.

When Gongzi saw Song Guotaibu "again", he immediately felt that this old man must be a master. Because he has all the demeanor of a superior man.

Taibu Zhaoming Gong is more than eight feet tall, his figure is well-proportioned, neither fat nor thin, his waist and back are not as rickety as ordinary old people, and the old man is also wearing a body of high-quality materials and tailoring. It's just that this dress is wrinkled, and it's obviously put on the body indiscriminately.

Tall people, they are all raunchy.

This old man has so thin hair that he can't hold it in a bun. Because there is no crown, the small amount of gray hair is so thin and thin on the scalp. The two shou eyebrows are quite long, but they are tangled with the messy long beard, making Song Guotaibu look like a long-haired monster, which also makes the red rosacea in the center of his face more eye-catching. The most interesting thing is that his ears are very large, the size of half the palm of an adult's hand, and the pair of giant ears are just on both sides of the head, which looks extremely funny.

Is it a tall person, there is always something peculiar in appearance.

In addition to this tall appearance, he also held a large turtle board with a diameter of three feet in his hand.

Huan Xian, who was holding a big turtle board, was also stunned when he saw so many people gathered in the courtyard outside the hall, but his old eyes were not dizzy, and he immediately found the ...... in the crowd Mo Hong.

He said with a big grin: "Isn't this the Mo family's Ah Hong? I didn't expect you to be alive?!"

"A few days ago, the old man calculated a hexagram for you on a whim, and the hexagram looks like you can't survive the Mid-Autumn Festival......"

"Well, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Ah Hong, you better go home and take care of the aftermath. ”

Mo Hong, who was a little ridiculous, bowed his hand, but said angrily: "Zhaoming Gong, the younger generation is not busy with the future. Now there are traitors in Shangqiu City who are in rebellion, and they want to assassinate Gongzi, and they also ask Zhaoming to preside over the overall situation. ”

This old and young are very familiar because their kinship is very close, at least much closer to the Dai family to which Si Chengzhi and Gongzi belong.

The Mo clan is the bloodline of Gongzi Muyi (Tong Cuttlefish), the second son of Duke Huan of Song, and the Huan clan is the descendant of Gongzi Liuliang, the sixth son of Duke Huan of Song. In other words, the ancestors of the Mohuan family are actually half-brothers.

In the eyes of future generations, four hundred years have passed, and of course they belong to distant relatives who can't beat eight poles...... Well, whether it is a relative or not has to put a question mark. But in this era, they are close relatives within the proper "five suits".

Fortunately, Tai Buxian was not completely confused, and he couldn't help frowning when he heard the urgency of the situation, and turned his head to look at Gongzi.

"Huh?" he stepped forward and looked at Childe carefully, scratched his head and said in confusion: "I haven't seen Childe for a few days, how can it be like a different person?"

Childe had a sudden slap in his heart, this Taibu's eyesight was really poisonous, and he could see his abnormality at a glance.

He immediately changed the topic and arched his hand: "Wear it up to meet Taibu." Dare to ask what you have in your hand......"

Song Guotaibu was really distracted, and he naturally replied: "Oh, this thing is the shell of the white turtle. ”

"If it weren't for Da Situ asking the old minister for this thing a few days ago, the old minister would have forgotten that there was such a divine object in the warehouse of the temple!"

"Thanks to the old minister's curiosity for a while, he really discovered the wonder of the white turtle armor!"

Childe thought about it for a while, and found that he had really heard of this white turtle shell.

Three years before the fire that burned Shangqiu to the ground, Song Yuangong, the 26th monarch of the Song Dynasty at that time, dreamed in the middle of the night that a stranger was wearing a cloak and mixed into the courtyard of the deep palace, probed into the door of the palace, and begged: "Please save me, monarch." My family lives in Qinghe Shentan, the place name is Zailu, which belongs to the Qi State Administration. The god of the Qinghe River sent me to meet the god of the Yellow River, and I did not expect to be arrested in the section of the Yellow River under the jurisdiction of your country. The fisherman's surname is Yu Ming. ”

Song Yuangong woke up because of this, so he called Zhan Meng. Zhan Meng listened to Song Yuangong's narration and concluded: "It should be a spirit turtle that called for help." ”

So Song Yuangong sent someone to inquire about the household registration officer: "Are there any fishermen with the surname Yu Minghe?"

The inquiring man came back and reported: "Yes." ”

Song Yuangong said: "Inform him to come to see me tomorrow morning." ”

Tomorrow morning, the fishermen will come to visit.

Song Yuangong asked, "What did you catch while fishing in the Yellow River?"

Yu replied: "Withdraw the net and catch a huge white turtle. ”

Song Yuangong was very happy, so he said, "Then give it to the widow." ”

Sure enough, he offered the spirit turtle to the king. However, Song Yuangong did not let go of this white turtle that supported dreams. At first, he wanted to kill the stew and drink it, but he felt that it was a pity to kill such a turtle, and he wanted to keep it for viewing.

He hesitated, and then asked the diviner at that time to come and see it. The diviner took out a tortoise shell, carved a shallow hole in the abdominal armor (the tortoise was not used for the tortoise shell but the lower abdominal carapace), inserted a red-hot bronze diamond, and heard the sound of the bubu bursting, forming several radial cracks. This is the turtle.

The diviner observed the direction of the crack and came up with the hexagram: "Kill the turtle and take the shell, use it as a divination tool, auspicious." ”

So Song Yuangong killed the spirit turtle, and the turtle meat was stewed, leaving the abdominal armor to be used as a divination. The Song people once used this tortoise shell for 72 times to determine the good luck and evil, and all of them worked.

Gongzi couldn't help but say, "Dare to ask Taibu, what's so wonderful about this white turtle shell?"

"Is this wonderful...... Huan Xian excitedly pointed to the main hall of the temple and said loudly: "The son came at the right time!"

"Come with me!"

As he spoke, he picked up the child, and everyone then climbed the steps to the door of the main hall.

Gongzi Qi and everyone took a look in the main hall, and couldn't help but be shocked......

It was precisely because Sicheng directly asked people to sound the gong to warn, so there was not even a pedestrian on the street, which was convenient for Meng Yaoguang's pedestrian. After killing a few unlucky people in the city defense army, they arrived at the Song Guobu Temple along the way.

At this time, the warm autumn wind is getting stronger and stronger, and large clouds are blowing from afar, and they gather together, crowding the originally sunny sky. The cloud head also gets lower and lower, until at last it is as low as if it can reach out and touch it.

The dark clouds were like a huge quilt, covering the sky above the capital of the Song Kingdom.

Although the road was smooth, Meng Yaoguang's hearts also became gloomy like this weather. They all had a premonition that when they arrived at the temple, it was very likely that the Song people would already be ready for it......

It's just that to their surprise, when the people of Chu really arrived at their destination, they found that there was not even a guard outside the Bu Temple, and the inside of the Bu Temple was actually boiling and lively.

Meng Yaoguang and Mole Gu cautiously walked to the open space in front of the Bu Temple, and the two women glanced at each other and listened carefully......

"Stop it!"

"Dump bang!"

"My hands!"

"Xuanxuan, Changchang!"

"Die!"

"It's a mess!"

"Protect Childe!"

"Tom tom

Suddenly, a figure flew over the courtyard wall, rolled a few times, and fell in front of the people of Chu. This gentleman is dressed in a high crown and thinks he is also a member of the Song family. It's just that this noble man looks quite miserable now, not to mention missing a right hand, his sternum is broken, and his legs are twisted into a strange angle, as if he has been run over by a big cart.

And this mortally injured nobleman is the turtle man Jing Tao.

He struggled to prop himself up with his left hand, and said to Meng Yaoguang and his party with difficulty: "Hurry, hurry, hurry......"

"Poof!" Before he could finish speaking, the elderly nobleman spurted out a mouthful of blood, and he was breathless.

"After I wait, Bohu, you take your son away!"

Before Meng Yaoguang and the others came back to their senses, they heard a loud "crackle!" again, and the gate of the Bu Temple was forcibly split open with sword qi, and a gorgeously decorated Shuangmaxuan car rushed out.

In addition to the emperor, there were several teenagers sitting on the car, one of them, Meng Yaoguang, they were very familiar, it was the prince of the Song Dynasty!

And the boy in the car raised his face like gold paper, and vomited blood out of his mouth, if it weren't for the young boys and girls around him hugging him, he wouldn't even be able to sit in the car. At this critical moment, the prince of Song actually held a piece of blue-white tortoise shell tightly in his hand.

"Drive!"

Everyone in the car didn't even look at the Chu State assassin on the side of the road, and the panicked emperor waved his horsewhip and headed towards the east of the city, where the buildings were most sparse.