Leng Linjiang grabbed a folding fan next to him and shook it gently, with a wandering appearance, and smiled incomprehensibly: "There is no merit to the point of whiteness." ”

Liu Jinghong looked at Leng Linjiang, who had been pretending to be a gentleman for decades, he looked tired, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, okay, can't I write?" ”

He is a person who is about to become a man, and he doesn't care if others pretend to be or not, whether he will show his stuffing, and what he will do if he is making a fuss or not.

Isn't this a well-fed person who has nothing to do, and finds trouble for himself?

However, after Leng Linjiang succeeded as the governor of Jingzhao Mansion, I am afraid that this day will not be so easy.

Thinking like this, Liu Jinghong skimmed Leng Linjiang, and there was a little more schadenfreude in his expression.

He dislikes it, but he still feels sorry for Leng Linjiang, a poor child who has no father and no mother, as if he were his own son and nephew, he glanced at Leng Linjiang and then again.

Liu Jinghong was really worried about him.

Pretending to be stupid and pretending to be stupid, he is a first-class good player, but he is still far from the golden mean.

He picked up the pen and wrote the fold, the pen is like ten thousand jun, the difficult can not be more difficult, thinking about this self has been thoughtful for a lifetime, the mean for a lifetime, and he must not retire until he is successful, and he will ruin his name for a lifetime.

At dawn on this day, the door of the Qingxu Hall was closed for four days, and there was still no sign of opening, and green smoke escaped from the cracks in the closed door.

The fist-sized purple gold copper door nails were shrouded in green smoke, and the door nails were smooth, exuding a warm but bright light.

Gao Fuguo stood at the door of the Qingxu Palace, he sat and restlessly for four days, standing with a sore back and weak legs.

Seeing that the door did not open according to the hour, his heart tugged fiercely, and after a few breaths, he did not calm his uneasy heart, and the cold sweat on his body had already soaked through his clothes, wet and dry, dry and wet, exuding an indescribable smell.

The little inner eunuch next to him saw Gao Fuguo's body shaking, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him walk towards the small pestle on the side, and said sadly: "Father-in-law, you have been staying up for four days, sit down and rest for a while." ”

Gao Fuguo shook his head, sighed with a sad face, and couldn't say anything.

The saints became more and more convinced of the old sayings, and every month they went from half-day retreats, to one or two days of retreat, and now to four days of retreat.

After four days of retreat, the government and government have been left behind, what a sign is this?

He didn't dare to say it, not even think about it.

Together, this thought is a great rebellion.

Qingxu Hall is adjacent to the Taiye Pool, originally called Qingliang Palace, it was originally the best place to overlook the scenery in summer, and later the two old Taoists who were known as real immortal masters pinched their fingers and calculated that this place was a treasure land of Qing Xiu.

Qingliang Hall has since been renamed Qingxu Palace, and the two old Taoists are here to cultivate on weekdays, specializing in refining pills for Emperor Yong'an.

In the Qingxu hall is a huge gold brick ground, the wall facing the temple door is offered to the three clears, the light smoke curls on the case, and the three clear images are shrouded in hazy and hazy.

In front of the huge walls on the left and right, there are two stepped candlesticks, and the white candles are placed from the ground to the bottom of the beams.

The dim candle flame was reflected on the bright gold brick floor, swaying one by one, like a sky full of stars.

The flickering light flowed uncertainly, and the people who watched were dizzy.

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Emperor Yong'an sat cross-legged for four whole days, his piety could not match his age, although the ground was covered with a thick bright yellow embroidered Buddha's hand futon, but these four days cross-kneeled, his legs were no longer his own, stiff and numb when he did not move, and the stinging pain was unbearable.

He looked at the closed door of the alchemy room again, his face changed slightly, and the corners of his forehead jumped suddenly twice involuntarily.

Flustered! Shortness! He needs the elixir!

His hands were propped up on the futon, trying to stand up with the strength of his strength, and the green tendons on the backs of his hands and arms protruded, almost breaking through the thin layer of old skin.

Seeing this, the two fair-eyed little Taoist boys next to him rushed up with an arrow step, supported Emperor Yong'an on the left and right, and pulled him up.

Emperor Yong'an's body shook, and he grabbed Xiao Daotong's hand tightly before he could barely stand firm.

In the past four days, he had only drunk some tea brewed by morning dew, and had not eaten a sip of food, when he suddenly stood up, his eyes were dark, and he almost fell to the ground again.

He grabbed Xiao Daotong's hand and asked breathlessly, "Immortal Master, can you come out?" ”

Xiao Daotong shook his head: "Your Majesty, don't worry, Cheng Dan has early and late, and the immortal master has already succeeded." ”

Having said that, Emperor Yong'an also knew that there was an iron gate, no matter how anxious he was, it would be useless, and the best way was to wait quietly.

But he couldn't calm down, he shook off the little Taoist boy's hand and took two steps back and forth with his hands behind his back.

No, dizziness! Dim eyesight! Weak legs! He needs the elixir to save his life!

Just when he felt like he was going to faint, the door of the alchemy room creaked open, and a wave of heat rushed in, and then two men dressed in neat indigo robes walked out.

The one who walked in front walked with a steady square step, in his early fifties, slightly chubby, thin eyebrows, thin eyes and thin lips, with a slight smile, smooth and elastic skin, and long gray hair on his chin.

And the one who walked behind was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a clear posture, and he had the temperament of a fairy wind and bones than the man in front of him.

When Emperor Yong'an saw these two people coming out, his head was no longer dizzy, his eyes were no longer dizzy, his waist was no longer sore, and his legs were no longer painful. ”

The man who walked in front said: "Your Majesty, the elixir has been completed, and the poor Dao is fortunate not to be dishonored." ”

As he spoke, the younger man behind him respectfully handed over a brocade box, the square box was lined with a piece of bright yellow brocade, and in the brocade lay a dark brown elixir, but the size of a thumb, with a faint fluorescence on it, it was not ordinary at first glance.

Emperor Yong'an was overjoyed, and reached out to grab the pill in his hand.

As soon as he put the pill to his lips, he heard a loud "boom" like a mountain shaking, which shook the entire Qingxu Hall violently.

Before he could come back to his senses, a wave of heat roared out of the alchemy room, like a hurricane, knocking the two iron doors of the alchemy room to the ground, making a loud "bang" sound.

Then this heat wave swept wildly in the Qingxu Palace,

Emperor Yong'an couldn't stand still in the hurricane, swaying, and the heat wave rolled on his skin, and a string of stinging blisters appeared.

"Immortal Master, Immortal Master, this is, what's going on

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。 Emperor Yong'an was stunned to see that the priceless golden silk nanmu confession was overturned to the ground by the heat wave, and the Sanqing offered on it crackled into broken porcelain pieces.

The man named Qingyuan climbed two steps with difficulty in the heat wave, looked at the beams and pillars that were already full of cracks in horror, and shouted hoarsely: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty." ”

As soon as the words fell, the huge candlestick on the east side toppled down and smashed right on the body of a little Taoist boy.

The little Taoist boy let out a terrible wail, and the extinguishing candle flame ignited the indigo blue Taoist robe on his body.

The flames were long in the wind, the burning skin was hot and stinging, and the little Taoist boy screamed and wailed, twisting his body to extinguish the raging flames on his body.

But there was a heavy candlestick on his body, and he was powerless to break free, and after struggling for only a moment, he stopped moving.

There were several loud popping sounds in the alchemy room, almost overturning most of the Qingxu Palace.

Wisps of flame ignited the futon curtain, and the bright light of the fire suddenly burst out, and the fire whirred in the wind, and burned the beams along the wall of the columns.

Emperor Yong'an used all his strength, climbed behind the closed palace door, slammed the door vigorously, and shouted with all his heart: "Help, help, help." ”

Gao Fuguo stood outside the Qingxu Palace, and when the Dan furnace exploded with the first loud noise, he had already sensed that something was wrong, and ordered the little inner eunuch on the side to pass on the Yulin Army, quickly.

As soon as the little inner eunuch walked out a few steps away, several huge "boom" sounds came from the apse of the Qingxu Hall one after another, and a thick smoke as black as ink rose from the roof of the apse.

The crackling sound was deafening, and the scorching firelight escaped through the cracks in the windows and doors, licking everything that could be burned inside and outside the Qingxu Palace, and the surroundings suddenly became hot.

The colorful glazed tiles were licked black by the tongue of fire, and fell crackling on the open space in front of the hall.

Gao Fuguo's eyes were straight, and while running towards the palace gate, he shouted sharply: "Go water, go water, hurry, quickly put out the fire, put out the fire." ”

He ran to the door of the temple, tripped over the steps, and fell to the ground heavily, but he didn't feel any pain, and rushed to the door of the temple with a roll, and his hand vigorously slapped the door of the temple that was already a little hot, and shouted hoarsely: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! ”

The door of the Qingxu Hall is a cast iron gate, which is extremely strong, and the door of the temple is closed from the inside, and the sound inside is not easy to come out.

Gao Fuguo slapped the door of the palace a few times, and the humming voice was full of despair.

He looked left and right, and there was almost a fire on the lattice, crackling and burning.

There were noisy voices around, and the sound of splashing water and breaking doors came and went.

The flames were scorching, but Gao Fuguo felt chills all over his body, and his shouts were thunderous, but he felt that there was a dead silence around him.

"The apse, the apse, quick, Yu Linwei, enter the apse to rescue, quickly." Qiu Fu, the commander of the left guard of the right Yulin Army of the Northern Ya Forbidden Army, shouted loudly, and rushed into the Qingxu Hall from the apse that had collapsed most of them like crazy.

Gao Fuguo picked up a bucket of water and ran to the outside of the smoke-filled apse, a bucket of water was poured from head to toe, he covered his mouth and nose with a soaked handkerchief, and rushed into the fire as if he were dying.

The feet were covered with hot rubble and rubble, and the fire scorched the drenched clothes and raised a white mist.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty." One after another, shouts came and went, spreading far away in the dark hall.

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