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Xu Pianpian, who was sitting in the carriage, smiled.

All this was arranged by her, and it was not the main purpose to invite Lan Qing Aya to Baiyun Temple to listen to the sermon, the main purpose was to let Lan Qing Aya see this scene.

It's just that she saw that Lan Qingya was also smiling, and there was excitement in her smile, she didn't know what her cousin was laughing at, so she asked, "What are you laughing at?" ”

"Don't you think they're funny?" Lan Qingya said with a smile: "Especially in front of him, it looks even more ridiculous." ”

Xu Pianpian echoed suspiciously: "Yes, it's funny." ”

Lan Qingya smiled even more happily after hearing this. And Xu Pianpian was quite wrinkled, looking at the crowd in the distance, there was chaos, and he saw that the two men and women who came out of the crowd were forced to be embarrassed in the middle.

She was happy in her heart and said secretly: "Even if you praise him as a god of heaven and earth, he is destined to be embarrassed today." No matter how noble and leisurely Shen Yun is, when he is speechless and when his life is threatened, he must be the same as everyone else.

When she searched for Chen Jing, she didn't see even half a minute of panic and embarrassment on Chen Jing's face. What she sees is a kind of detachment and indifference, and what she sees is an inviolable awe. For some reason, she suddenly had the feeling that he was a god in the sky, looking indifferently at the people on the earth.

She was surprised in her heart, only to hear Chen Jing suddenly ask, "Do you really put things in the burden?" ”

His voice was not loud, but as soon as it came out, all the noise quickly subsided.

The beaten man suddenly opened his mouth and stammered, his eyes looked at Chen Jing in a daze, just now he was still adamant that he had put something unknown in the noodle bearer. Now that Chen Jing asked like this, he couldn't say a word.

"Say, where." Someone in his ear said viciously, "Did you throw it into the noodle burden?" ”

He was about to speak, Chen Jing took a step forward, no more than three feet away from him, and said coldly again: "You must know that there are gods three feet above your head, and your words and deeds are under the eyes of the gods. ”

The man was drenched in cold sweat and couldn't say a word, not only him, but the six people around him were also sweating and couldn't speak anymore.

At the same time, he retreated step by step, his eyes still staring at Chen Jing, as if he had been hooked by Chen Jing. Suddenly, they turned and ran, not shouting, just running with their heads down. The people around felt extremely surprised, and looked at Chen Jing with strange eyes, and they all thought in their hearts: "It turns out that he knows magic, no wonder he sits in the middle of the city every day and reads books, the children of the fairy family are really different." ”

The practice in Jun'an City is extremely strong, and he will not be afraid.

On the carriage, Xu Pianpian thought the same in his heart: "It turned out to be a Taoist disciple, selling rice and noodles in the downtown area, this is cultivating the mind." ”

Like those people, she never thought that Chen Jing would be a monster or something, in everyone's hearts, demons can transform into humans, but they will definitely not sit in the city like him to refine their hearts.

She wanted to go over to say hello, but then dispelled this thought, and looked back at Lan Qingya, only to find that she had turned over and got out of the carriage, but instead of walking towards Chen Jing, she trotted quickly in the direction of her house.

Xu Pianpian caught up with Lan Qing Aya and called her to get into the carriage, but after Lan Qing Aya got into the carriage, she just said that she would go to Lan Aya Palace. Xu Pianpian asked her what was wrong, and she didn't say a word, but her eyes were full of excitement. All the way to the Lanling Palace, Xu Pianpian followed in, but went back to ask people about Chen Jing's origin. Xu Wangfu has always loved to make friends with Taoist disciples, as long as there are practitioners of magic, they can become guests of Xu Wangfu.

It's not just that the palace is like this, but because there is something good at the top, and it will be worse at the bottom. King Zhao of the Zhongyuan Kingdom was obsessed with cultivation, so such an atmosphere permeated the entire Zhongyuan Kingdom. The atmosphere in the Jun'an City of the Zhongyuan Kingdom is stronger, Baiyun Temple, Fahua Temple, Qitian Temple, and Jumang Hall are respectively in the four directions of the city, and they often open the altar to teach the morality of self-cultivation.

Lan Qingya came to the bedroom and took the blank picture scroll from the King of Lanling, which was just a piece of white silk cloth, which was said to be made of silk spit out by spirit beasts picked in the deep mountains. After Lan Qingya brought it, she asked Uncle Zhang to find a craftsman to make a vertical scroll.

She spread out the blank scroll on the table, adjusted the ink, and began to paint.

The moment she lifted the pen, everything was forgotten, and only Chen Jing shouted loudly under the gaze of all kinds of eyes in her heart, "There are gods in your head, and your words and deeds are under the gaze of the gods".

It was at this time that someone in the palace suddenly came to spread the word that the queen had invited the wife of the king of Lanling to enter the palace, and the queen was the cousin of the wife of the king of Lanling, so they would often talk together. In recent years, King Zhao has favored the concubines offered by the two Jumang Palaces, and it is rare for the queen to see King Zhao once a month, so the number of times she summons her cousin Lanling Wang's wife into the palace is more.

However, for some reason, King Zhao somehow came to the queen's palace today, and the two hurriedly greeted him.

King Zhao had seen the wife of the king of Lanling, and he only felt beautiful before, but now he looks at her figure under kneeling and bowing is particularly moving, and she has a power that is difficult to hide. Hurriedly stepped forward to help her up, grabbed her hand, and said, "Beauty, please get up." ”

The wife of the king of Lanling frowned, struggled slightly, but did not break free, fearful in her heart, and said secretly: "The husband often says that King Zhao is so beautiful, I should go back quickly, so as not to provoke the name of the troubled king......" Before she could think clearly, King Zhao had already pulled her into his arms.

"Ah......" The wife of the king of Lanling immediately struggled, but she had always been delicate, how could she be worthy of King Zhao's prime and strength, and when he was young, he also fought in the south and the north, and he had a good strength, and he couldn't break free at all.

The queen was terrified, and she also stepped forward to pull King Zhao, and at the same time said loudly: "Great King, she is the wife of the king of Lanling......"

King Zhao was furious and kicked out, and the queen flipped upside down, knocking her head on the stone pillar, and blood flowed.

There are palace maids in the palace who are all afraid, and they dare not step forward to stop them, and some palace maids go to report to Concubine Sang and Concubine Sha, they are concubines presented to the Jumang Palace, at this time, only they can persuade and only they dare to persuade.

All the palace maids withdrew, not daring to stay in the temple any longer, and they heard the sound of tearing their clothes inside, and the sound of struggle and shouts for help, and they did not dare to look inside.

After a while, there was a "snap" from inside, followed by an angry shout, a scream, and the sound fell silent.

At this time, Sang Guifei and Shafei came.

King Zhao in the hall looked a little dazed, looking at the two corpses in front of him, one of them was the queen, and the other was disheveled and half-naked.

"The king......" Concubine Sang shouted: "They, they are dead, how can the king of Lanling and the town wait rest." ”

The queen was the daughter of the town's waiter.

King Zhao had a worried look on his face, and he couldn't help but regret it a little. Said: "Widow, widow ......"

"I think it must be Princess Lanling who seduces the king with her beauty." Concubine Sha interrupted King Zhao and said.

"Yes, yes, that's it." King Zhao said quickly.

Concubine Sang glanced at Concubine Sha, and then said, "Then, the king has to plan early." If a rumor reaches his ears, he will rebel one day, so why not call him back now. And the king of Lanling has led his troops to Beihai a few days ago, and the king can issue a secret edict to Wu Shiqi, the chief soldier of Crouching Tiger Pass, so that he can take away the military power of the king of Lanling, or he can be punished. ”

King Zhao was overjoyed and said, "Concubine Sang is really a widow's brainchild. ”

Concubine Sha interjected at this time: "King, in order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, you can summon the most favored little girl of the King of Lanling into the palace, and send someone to ban the palace of the Lanling Palace." ”

King Zhao also praised Concubine Sha, and then hurriedly ordered.

At this time, the palace of Lanling was quiet, and in front of Lan Qingya was a portrait full of charm, and the person in the painting stood solemnly in the darkness. If you look closely at the darkness, you will find that it is not pure darkness, but there is a chromatic rhyme, and the clusters of darkness constitute a strange face, there are doubts, ridicule, scrutiny, sympathy, sighs, viciousness, and all kinds of expressions can be seen from the clusters of darkness, none of them are the same, like a group of ghosts looking around.

And the person in the middle is dressed in cloth, but there is a divine light, which is awe-inspiring and inviolable.

Lan Qing Aya was sketching a bamboo book in the hand of the person in the painting, in her heart, this was not a bamboo book, but a sword that would be unsheathed and slashed at any time.

"If the gods are reincarnated in heaven and earth, there will be believers who will sacrifice for him and help him regain his godhood. I see God today, and I should sacrifice him, so that he may soon shine in the world, and all living beings will praise his god's name. ”

Lan Qing Ayaxin silently recited this sentence from nowhere, maybe she had never seen it, but at this time, it was naturally generated in her heart. And the last part of the bamboo book on the portrait has been painted.

The portrait lying quietly on the table seems to be majestic.

She was happy in her heart, and was about to ask someone to prepare a sacrifice, when the door was gently opened, and it was Uncle Zhang who came in, and he saw that Lan Qingya had finished painting, and said, "Miss, Madame sent back a message that the queen invited Miss into the palace." ”

Lan Qingya asked, "Did you say what was the matter?" ”

"Nope." Zhang Bodao.

Lan Qingya thought about it, and felt that it was better to come back and sacrifice again, thinking that it would be better to come back as soon as possible, so she asked Uncle Zhang to prepare the ********** sacrifice, and entered the palace with the people from the palace. But she wrapped the portrait she had just painted and took it with her, ready to show it to the queen and her mother.

When Lan Qing Aya painted the portrait, several people in the city immediately had a feeling.

"Master, what's wrong?" Jing Du, a disciple of the White Cloud Sect Master, looked at the master who suddenly looked up at the sky, and asked suspiciously.

"There is another god in the city, yesterday there was a divine power hovering in the air, but it was only a flash and could not be captured, and now the breath is revealed, and it is heading towards the palace." The White Cloud Viewer said.

"There are not many gods in Jun'an City, Master is worried about this god alone?" Jing Du asked suspiciously.

The Lord of the White Cloud looked at the sky, the blue sky was nothing, but he seemed to be able to see the infinite mysteries.

"This is different, the trace of aura revealed yesterday is vast and powerful, although there is only a trace of it, but it is mighty, more pure than the one in the Temple of Prayer for Heaven, this is a true god who has gained the faith of the world." The Lord of Baiyun Guan said that he did not say the name of the Heavenly Monarch of the Heavenly Temple, because there is a legend that as long as it is in this Jun'an City, no matter who mentions the name of the Heavenly Monarch, he will be able to know, and there are rumors that as long as it is Zhongyuan Kingdom, he can know his name when his name is mentioned. As for whether this is true or false, I'm afraid only people like the Baiyun Guan Lord know, and Jing Du didn't hear his master mention the name of the Immortal Heavenly Monarch.