Jingguo National Capital, White House.

Bai Yingqi was wearing a plain Taoist uniform and was meditating in the quiet room, with the faint sandalwood lingering around his body.

Time flies, and he is also in his forties, no longer the cynicism of his youth, and his expression seems much calmer.

In front of him was a blood-patterned gold needle on the eucalyptus table.

In the past twenty years, almost all of Jingguo's only few blood-patterned gold needles have fallen into his hands, and many Dao mages thought that he was collecting and hoarding, so they wanted to buy them at a price.

Bai Yingqi could only smile bitterly when he heard this, every time he went on an expedition, the blood pattern golden needle would be thrown in Anxi, who would believe this?

The current golden needle was also bought at a great price, and it has been practiced for six years, and blood has not yet been seen.

Six years ago, Bai Yingqi attacked Anxi and used a flying needle to attack Gao Hanqing, and the flying needle disappeared inexplicably halfway, he thought it was Song Yun's return, and he was so frightened that he lost his mind on the spot.

Although no trace of Song Yun was found later, Bai Yingqi still had a shadow in his heart, so he could only go home to retreat to ensure a stable state of mind.

was scared away by a dead man, which also made him a laughing stock of Jingguo for a while.

Fortunately, a few years later, Bai Yingqi successfully survived the thunder tribulation and was promoted to a ghost immortal. In this century-old troubled era, the ghost fairy is already an existence that tens of thousands of people look up to, and no one dares to laugh at him anymore, at least not on the surface.

On the other hand, Meng Su didn't believe in any nonsense like "Song Yun is back", and always stayed on the front line of the desert.

Although he has made great contributions, become a general, and have a great reputation in the country, he has also delayed the martial arts realm, and has not been promoted to a martial saint so far.

The two have different choices, and it can only be said that they have their own gains and losses.

At this moment, Bai Yingqi looked at the golden needle on the eucalyptus, and thought quietly.

"I heard that Mengsu has besieged Anxi for two years, and the Tang State has never been able to draw enough troops to rescue, and it seems that the victory will be decided."

"Why don't I get a piece of the action?"

"If you can break through Anxi with your own hands and kill Song Yun's disciples, it can be regarded as a complete end to a matter of heart."

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a panicked shout outside the quiet room: "Family master, the big thing is not good, General Meng is dead!" ”

"What?"

The blood streaks of the eucalyptus trembled suddenly.

Bai Yingqi hurriedly went out and went to the Meng family's mansion to inspect Meng Su's body.

At this time, the Meng family did not dare to make a noise, kept it secret, and waited for the instructions of the high-level of the imperial court.

Soon King Jing Yi also came.

This famous king drove the expedition in person, but he was defeated by Song Yun, and even the Supreme Order of the Treasure was broken, and after he came back, he was much depressed, rarely made a move, and concentrated on internal affairs.

Jing Guo has been fighting again and again, and he can still maintain a certain amount of national strength, which is inseparable from King Jing Yi's diligence.

Many Jing people often lament that if there was no Anxi slaughter back then, with the heroism of the monarch and the good fighting of the soldiers, Jingguo would have been able to monopolize the Tang State and then unify the world.

How can it be like now, the Six Kingdoms besieged the Tang State, and there has been no change for more than ten years.

Although King Jing Yi no longer shoots, he maintains his body every day, and his state has not diminished, and he is still middle-aged in his sixties, with black hair and strong spirits.

When he and Bai Yingqi met at Meng's house, their faces were ugly.

"Meng Su is the pinnacle of the grandmaster, how can he die? I'm still scared to death? ”

King Jing Yi was full of doubts and anxiously asked the Meng family to lead the way.

When I came to the backyard, I saw General Wuwei lying in the coffin with my own eyes.

Meng Su's eyes widened, as if he had seen something incredible, and the expression on his face was extremely distorted, but it didn't seem to be caused by pain, it really seemed to be frightened.

The mouth was slightly open, as if to say something.

King Jing Yi couldn't see anything, frowned and asked the guard next to him, "What did Meng Su say before he died?" ”

The guard pondered for a moment and shook his head, "The general didn't have anything unusual before he died, and suddenly he fell off his horse. ”

King Jing Yi sighed bitterly, "Bai Qing, do you see any clues?" ”

I asked, but there was no response.

Looking around again, Bai Yingqi no longer had the calm expression he had just now, and there was a little more fear and disbelief in his eyes.

"How, how is that possible?"

Bai Yingqi's body couldn't help but tremble slightly, as if he was unsteady on his feet, and took a few steps back.

King Jing Yi realized that he must have made a discovery, and pressed his shoulders with both hands and said urgently.

"What's going on? What do you see? ”

Bai Yingqi's face changed for a while, and his expression was extremely complicated.

Shock, disbelief, fear, and even a little bit of despair......

"Come on, how did Meng Su die?" King Jing Yi shook Bai Yingqi's body, and his tone was raised sharply, causing the spirit hall to buzz and tremble.

Bai Yingqi was shouted several times, and his eyes regained a little brightness.

At this time, his lips turned white, and he felt that all his strength had been withdrawn, and he said weakly:

"Some martial artists have practiced children's arts, and before they die, they will retain the last sight they saw in the depths of Tongkong, although it is not clear, but there will be no fake."

"The last scene Meng Su saw before he died was a young man in a white robe with a green sword in his hand."

Bai Yingqi stretched out his finger and pointed at Meng Su's slightly open mouth.

"See the shape of his mouth? He wanted to say the word 'Song'! ”

Hearing this, King Jing Yi was also stunned, and said in disbelief: "You mean-"

Bai Yingqi smiled miserably, "Song Yun, he saw Song Yun before he died......"

With that, he took a few steps back, leaning limply against the wall.

King Jing Yi frowned, and circled around Mengsu's coffin, "This is impossible, absolutely impossible......"

After going around three times, he raised his head and said firmly:

"Twenty years ago, Song Yun died under the thunder of the sky, his soul was scattered, and it was impossible to come back!"

"Think about it, if Song Yun hadn't died, and he still had the strength to secretly scare Meng Su, how could our army besiege Anxi for two years?"

King Jing Yi clenched his fists hard and waved it fiercely, "Tang Guo must have produced a ghost immortal who is good at illusion, and faked Song Yun's body to defeat Meng Su's psychological defense, hateful!" ”

He directly vetoed the possibility of Song Yun making a move, without the slightest hesitation.

Song Yun can't live, and he can't live.

The name of Anxi Rentu is far more "deeply rooted in the hearts of the people" in Jingguo than in Tangguo.

This is a lingering shadow that lingers in the hearts of an entire generation!

If the news that Song Yun was suspected of being alive came out, even if it was just a glimmer of possibility, it would be difficult for Jing Jun to muster the courage to attack Anxi.

Even if they are forced, they can only get a group of frightened soldiers.

Young soldiers, even when they didn't sleep when they were young, would be frightened by their parents and say, "The Anxi people are slaughtered!" ”

As for those who are a little older, they have seen the miserable scene of hundreds of thousands of troops returning home in defeat, and they are even more deeply afraid in their hearts.

King Jing Yi glanced around the mourning hall, remembered everyone's faces in his heart, and said with a glare:

"Today, Bai Yingqi's words, you should not have heard them, who dares to leak a word to the outside world, this king will condemn you to death!"

Although these people are all nobles of the Meng family, but the pillars of the Meng family have been broken in Anxi for two consecutive generations, and their power has been greatly damaged.

"Song Yun has long been dead, this must be an illusion!" King Jing Yi emphasized to Bai Yingqi again.

The tone is extremely firm, making it difficult to question.

Bai Yingqi still drooped his head, thinking about the disappearance of the golden needle six years ago.

King Jing Yi frowned, and said:

"General Meng only has the peak realm of the grandmaster, and the loose cultivation from the South China Sea is not reliable, this king needs a powerful ghost immortal to go to Anxi to find out the situation in person."

"Bai Qing, are you willing to take a risk for the country?"

"The strength is enough, and I have dealt with Song Yun, but now there are only you and me in the country!"

Bai Yingqi is also Venerable, and King Jing Yi is not easy to give orders, so he can only discuss.

"I-" Bai Yingqi was stunned, and said quietly after a while:

"I'll tell you the truth, I swore a poisonous oath back then, and I'll be a dog when I go to Anxi again!"