There was a girl with a sword on her back who walked into an inn alone, asked for two rooms, and lived alone in one.

When he came out of Jiang's mansion, Liu Jingxun was dressed in black.

It's just that the real Liu Jingxun and Jiang Yu are still in Jiang Mansion.

The one in the inn is just a doppelganger portrayed by Liu Jingxun with a talisman for Jiang Yu. And the black clothes are an earth soul.

As for the Heavenly Soul, of course, it is not in that heaven and earth.

A scholar in thin clothes and carrying a cage on his back was squatting outside the Huadu City God Temple at this moment, trembling.

The City God Temple of a country is comparable to a small imperial court, and there is a small world built by Luo Mountain, which can be called a small capital.

All states, prefectures, and counties have Chenghuang temples, and there is also a prison temporarily used to detain souls, but the Ming ship crosses the border every three years, a big dynasty, how many people will die in three years? The City God Temple in various places cannot be installed, so the City God Temple of a country is the place where the ghosts are collected.

Chenghuang is not as good as Wuyue Mountain King, and the Xihua Dynasty is far inferior to Middle Earth and Shenlu Continent, and almost Wuyue Mountain King is a continent Mountain King. Therefore, this Xihua Dynasty, Wuyue Mountain Monarch is dead, that is, the realm of refining the void, the city god of a country, and the peak of the true realm.

The white-clothed scholar trembled, but fortunately, after a while, the old Miaozhu came out and brought a quilt to the young scholar.

Liu Jingxun thought to himself, this City God is not bad.

Although the City God Temple is worshiped by the incense of a country, in fact, it does not belong to the jurisdiction of the imperial court of a country, and is directly under the Xudu Luoshan. But the yin in the City God Temple has to let the court of a country to seal Zen. Therefore, although the city gods in the world are not under the jurisdiction of the court of a country, the promotion of the yin difference requires the nod of the court of a country. If the court is unfair, there will be people on the side of Xuduluo Mountain.

This is also one of the rules laid down by the so-called world conference in the past.

If the City God's Temple is only under the jurisdiction of the Xudu Luo Mountain, it will inevitably become another court above the court of one country, and the Xudu Luo Mountain will be far more than just a Xudu Luo Mountain.

If it is only under the jurisdiction of the court of one country, it will have more disadvantages. In the royal family, everyone can be a god of mountains and rivers or a ghost of the underworld, even if a court that is not so loved by the people, can also think of "prolonging life".

Therefore, in the final analysis, most of the rules established at that world conference are just the word checks and balances.

Only Qi refiners are not allowed to meddle in the conquest of mortal realms, and Yujingtian is extremely tough.

In fact, up to now, this must not be interfered with, and it has become a matter of not being allowed to interfere in the open.

Liu Jingxun was wrapped in a quilt, and he watched the night wandering god inspect the city, and the black and white impermanence went out one by one to arrest the soul. There are also a lot of bad ghost officials patrolling the flower capital at night, and the ghost cultivators who have not reported do not dare not avoid it, and the hearts of ordinary ghosts tremble when they see it.

After a while, the temple blessed by the city god, perhaps unable to look at the scholar who was frozen at the door, brought him into the temple.

Over at the wine shop, Liu Jingxun sneered, looked up at the musician on the second floor, and said indifferently: "Lao Tzu wants to listen to music today, who dares to stop me, don't say that the emperor is your cousin, you are the emperor's second uncle!"

The young man in black took out a gold ingot and threw it to the second floor, and said, "Uncle has money, so continue to play music."

The king of the clothes was so panicked that he could only bite the bullet and say, "Do you really want to die?"

The black-clothed young man sneered, raised his hand and pointed, and the sword qi poured away like a waterfall.

When the King of Sacrifice came back to his senses, the Yuanying Guards behind him had already protected him at some point, and hundreds of flying swords had also been suspended around him.

He seemed to be in the midst of thunder and fire, and if he was not careful, he would be wiped out.

Yuanying's guard said, "Young Master Liu, our Majesty said that we want to keep the Jiang family and father and son, and we will bother to enter the palace to see each other. In my Xihua Kyoto, forgive me for your great ability, as long as we don't want to, you can't save Django and his son."

Liu Jingxun grinned and said, "Is it that I don't have a sword, and I can't say this far away? The King of Clothes?"

The young man took a step forward, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said in a deep voice, "That's the truth."

Liu Jingxuan pursed his lips, "Wait outside, and when I finish listening to a song of white snow, I will beat you up."

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The two so-called inner court worshippers upstairs did not kneel from beginning to end, and their expressions were extremely indifferent.

It was only then that the woman in white picked up the gold ingot, smiled and played a song of white snow again.

It seems that this Xihua Emperor is still a little scared after all! These two musicians are either hairpins and snow city monks, or monks of Baihua Mountain Villa.

The Hundred Flowers Villa, which has a lot of flower fairies, is also located behind the Xihua Dynasty, similar to the existence of a wall-hung building.

All these things are known to the whole world. However, it is rumored that Baihua Villa does not interfere in anything in the Xihua Dynasty, but the Xihua Dynasty has to pay a "protection fee" regularly.

After the song was played, Liu Jingxun walked out of the wine shop, and those wine guests who were prostrate on the ground dared to get up.

Liu Jingxun carried a pot of unfinished wine, walked to the side of the king of clothes, and asked with a smile, "Yang Nianzheng is your sister?" Also cousin? When she was smuggled home by Django, you weren't born yet."

After a pause, Liu Jingxuan pouted and said, "Your Yang family, it's really messy."

Counting it up, it is three royal bloodlines, Yang Nianzheng and the king of clothes, Yang Zhi, and the emperor Yang Hu, are actually a grandfather. Yang Nianzheng's father is the first emperor of the Xihua Dynasty. The current emperor is a usurper, and he is the son of the younger brother of the previous emperor. But it can be regarded as involuntarily, after all, he was pressed on the throne before the full moon. As for Yang Zhi, his father is also the younger brother of the first emperor, and it was Yang Zhi's father who covered his eldest nephew with a dragon robe, so he was awarded the title of King of Sacrifice Clothes, hereditary replacement. It's just that the old Xianyi King died a few years ago, and Yang Zhi took over the throne.

Moreover, Yang Nianzheng and Yang Hu are the same age, and they were almost born on the front and back feet.

It's quite chaotic, if it weren't for Django being explaining the ontology at this moment, Liu Jingxun would still not be clear about the truth for a while.

Anyway, Yang Nianzheng is the orthodox bloodline of the Eight Classics. It's just that when she was usurped by someone, she was already dead, and she was the only one left.

It's just that he has a seven-trick exquisite heart, but he has become the reason for the destruction of the whole family.

Fortunately, Yang Nianzheng should have figured out some things, otherwise, she would not have broken through the realm and opened her mouth to speak.

In fact, after Liu Jingxun returned to Qingxing Mountain, he was very happy to see that Yang Nianzheng had actually broken through the realm, and spoke generously.

But whether it is Liu Jingxun, or Gu Yijue and Bai Qing, they have never mentioned that Yang Nianzheng was unable to speak before, and he was a mute.

Liu Jingxun turned his head and asked, "Since there is a Hundred Flowers Mountain Villa behind the Xihua Dynasty, why do you have to send Yang Nianzheng to the hairpin Snow City? Is it just to cut the grass and eradicate the roots? Even if she is not so ruthless, a woman can threaten Yang Hu's throne?"

Yang Zhi smiled bitterly and said softly, "Mr. Liu, I'm young, I really don't know these things, you still see my cousin and ask again."

Liu Jingxun smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to press the King of Clothes beside him, and sneered: "Yang Zhi, those two musicians, are they from Baihua Mountain Villa or from Hairpin Snow City? As far as I know, there don't seem to be any men in Hundred Flowers Villa?"

Seeing Yang Zhi's painful face, the Yuanying monk in the rear hurriedly stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Gongzi Liu, only using me, a little Yuanying, to pick you up is a kindness from our Majesty to Gongzi Liu, and I hope that Gongzi Liu will not live up to this kindness, this is Huadu, not Chang'an!"

Only then did Liu Jingxuan withdraw his hand, pouting and asking, "What about that Huang Offering?"

In a word, it was asked in two places.

Yang Zhi and Django had the same answer, just two words.

He's dead.

died with Uncle Jiang's four godsons, and died in battle.

Django said that the only good thing the little emperor has done over the years is to admit that the five people died fighting for the country!

Liu Jingxun has entered many imperial cities, but this is the first time in the imperial city of the ten major dynasties, except for Jing Yang.

When he entered the door, there was actually a guard who wanted to detain Liu Jingxuan's sword, but he just sneered, and pointed out a sword qi, flattening the city gate building.

I, Liu Jingxun, took the initiative to see you as an emperor, and I still have to unload my sword?

Then you can take a look at how crazy Liu Jingxun, who has lost the identity of Prince Jingyang and King Starling, is.

In the City God Temple, the Heavenly Soul clone chatted with the old temple blessing.

Although there are charcoal pots in the temple, it is not warm enough.

The scholar stretched out his hand to bake the fire and asked with a smile, "Uncle, the word Chenghuang is actually here to protect a city. Then if there are soldiers guarding the city, why should there be any more city gods?"

Lao Miaozhu smiled and said softly: "The soldiers guard the people, and the City God Temple guards the hearts of the people. Those who died unjustly before death will go to the city of death after death, in fact, I think the so-called city of death is the world. Doesn't it also say in the book that those who die in vain will be imprisoned in the underworld and can only be reincarnated when the day comes? Isn't this unfair to those who died unjustly? Therefore, the City God Temple still has a role, for the soul of the unjustly died, to avenge the wrongs."

Liu Jingxuan nodded and said with a smile: "Actually, if the Yang Court is very good, if the city is in vain, it will be an ornament."

After talking for a while, the scholar became sleepy and fell asleep against the wall.

Lao Miaozhu smiled and muttered, "It is said that it is not a merit or a demerit to be left to future generations to comment, but if there is no change of dynasty, who can and who dares to comment?"

In Jiang's mansion, in the desolate courtyard, a pair of masters and apprentices swept out two rooms.

Jiang Yu sat on the plate to refine qi, and Liu Jingxun in green shirt returned to the backyard.

He knew that Uncle Jiang would not be able to sleep today.

Standing outside the window and thinking for a moment, Liu Jingxuan still didn't push the door in, but turned into an instant, and went to a Fengyue place in the city.

Before entering, someone thought twice, but still entered.

It's the first time in my life to visit the Qinglou! I hope I won't be killed, and I hope that the pendant on my chest doesn't have the effect of light and shadow.

Fortunately, after entering, a woman led Liu Jingxun to the third floor after walking a few steps.

In the elegant room on the third floor, a woman in pink is sitting upright making tea, the woman is beautiful, but not charming.

"Liu Gongzi took the initiative to come to the door, and Bao Xiang was far away. Childe doesn't have to be so restrained, Qunfang Building is all clear, and he doesn't sell himself."

Liu Jingxun's face was the same, but he actually breathed a sigh of relief.

He smiled slightly, and said softly, "I've seen the Treasure Fairy, six products and four lives, peerless!"

The woman raised her head and said with a smile, "Childe is divided into three, and now he has revealed the whereabouts of his body, presumably not to flatter the little woman, right?"

Liu Jingxun also smiled and said softly: "Two things, first, if I kill Yang Hu, will Baihua Villa take care of it?"

Bao Xiang handed over a cup of tea, shook his head and said, "What's the matter? Childe will tell you the second thing."

Liu Jingxun took the tea and drank it down, and asked in a deep voice, "If I want to borrow the four products and six lives of plum blossom luck from Baihua Villa, what price do I need to pay?"

The little cauliflower has been under the three-character tower for so long, it's time to go home, and now there is a place to live in Qingxing Mountain.

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