In the short space of day and night, I saw two ink disciples.

It's all in the Imperial City.

One was introduced by Uncle Li Guo, and the other was locked up in the prison for review.

The emperor thought to himself that what guy Zhang said was right, his world, the imperial city were already Mo disciples, and one after another could appear in front of him at will.

During the day, the one was fine, and he knelt humbly to offer treasure, but now this one was put on his neck with a knife.

The emperor held a book of musicals, felt the cold blade in his neck, and listened to Zhu Chuan's shouts in his ears.

"Are you going to kill the king?"

Yes, do you want to kill the king? During the day, the Mo disciple surnamed Gao said that this Qixing was the daughter of the head of the Mo Sect, and he was bent on avenging his father.

The emperor's heart was cold, he was still too benevolent, and he thought that the Jianghu sect was not worth mentioning, and he did not cut the grass and eradicate the roots like he did to the remnants of King Jin.

Zhu Chuan's voice was still coming in his ears.

"If you kill Your Majesty, you won't survive!"

The hoarse voice of the waste manu sounded not threatening at all, but rather like a pleading.

What would happen if Huo Lian was here?

This woman said before that she was going to break in last time, but she was stopped by Huo Lian, and now Huo Lian is gone, so she drove straight into it without hindrance......

The emperor couldn't say that he regretted locking Huo Lian up too early, but he was even more angry, since Huo Lian stopped this woman, why didn't he kill him at that time!

"I'm not trying to kill Your Majesty."

A female voice came.

"I just want to talk to Your Majesty."

Talk about? What to talk about? Redress a grievance? The Emperor looked at the woman again, and if he agreed no matter what the woman said, he should not be ridiculed for being cowardly, and there was no one else in the room.

The thought flashed, and when he saw the woman approaching the ground, the half-cut knife on her neck slid against her skin, and the emperor subconsciously screamed, but his neck was not cut, the half-cut knife slipped to his back, and at the same time, the person was also grabbed by the belt, and the next moment his body was in the air.

"Get out of the way!"

With the female voice shouting, the emperor was held hostage and went out the door.

The guards looked at the emperor who was almost on the verge of hitting the tip of the sword, and retreated in panic.

In front were the swords of the guards, and behind was the woman's half-cut knife, and the emperor did not have the slightest chance to struggle, so he was carried past the guards, swept out of the palace, and threw himself into the wind and snow.

"Be careful, Your Majesty—"

"Don't let go of the arrows—"

There was a noisy shout outside the door, and the guards who surrounded him were confused, and they didn't dare to step forward, and they couldn't retreat.

But the female emperor was fearless in her hand, with the emperor as a shield in one hand, and a broken sword in the other, the guards who did not step forward and did not retreat fell one by one.

Between the white jade railings, there were several ups and downs, and the seven stars jumped onto a palace with the emperor in their arms.

"Seven Stars—"

There was a voice in the distance, accompanied by more chaotic footsteps, more guards rushed from the palace gate, and it was Liu Yan who ran at the front.

The cloak had been thrown off in the wind and snow, the hair crown was a little messy, and the snow-covered palace road was extremely slippery, and he stumbled, but he didn't slow down at all, ran wildly, and raised his eyes to see the woman in the palace and the emperor who was being caught.

"Seven Stars, don't hurt Your Majesty!" He shouted urgently, "Your mother practices the way of the Mo, advises love and forbids evil, obeys the will of heaven, stops injustice, and rejuvenates the world.

Qixing listened to the words coming from the wind and snow, stepped on the cornices for a moment, and the emperor who was carried was hanging in the air and crumbling, and when he heard Liu Yan's words again, he couldn't help but look dark.

Liu Yan!

Sure enough, the Manchu Dynasty was full of civil and military disciples.

Qixing looked at Liu Yan who was running below, and said in a loud voice, "Lord Liu, don't worry, I won't hurt Your Majesty."

After that, he stopped looking at the guards rushing from all sides, carrying the emperor up and down on the imperial palace, and disappeared into the night, leaving only snowflakes flying in everyone's eyes.

Everyone's hearts were covered in snow.

The emperor was robbed.

This is truly something that has never been done in a lifetime.

Zhu Chuan stood outside the hall, holding a half-cut knife, and when he ran out of the hall with the emperor hostage from Qixing, he stopped shouting, and he didn't even chase after him, and at this time, looking at the chaotic guards, there were still many people rushing to him.

"What about Deputy Envoy Zhu?"

"Deputy Envoy Zhu."

Deputy Envoy Zhu rushed to his face like a snowstorm, and Zhu Chuan ran with his feet on the ground, passing through the chaotic guards, putting aside the noisy shouts, and running wildly.

The chaos in the imperial city had not yet spread, or it was sealed off inside the imperial city by the officials who had rushed in.

The entire capital is still asleep in the wind and snow.

In the cell of the Du Chasi, Huo Lian was also sleeping inward, when the chaotic footsteps, people fell on the ground, and the sound of weapons smashing on the ground suddenly came, and he was also motionless, as if isolated from the outside world.

Zhu Chuan, who fell to the ground, looked at Huo Lian's figure lying on his side, had thousands of words to say, and finally opened his mouth and cried.

"Dudu—Your Majesty has been captured by the Seven Stars!"

"Governor—what should I do?"

The cry echoed in the cell, and the sleeping Huo Lian turned around and sat up, looking at Zhu Chuan, who was lying on the ground and whimpering.

"Cry what cry." He said, "If you take it, you will go and save it."

After saying that, he got up with the sound of chains, the door of the cell was opened, Zhu Chuan raised his head, saw Huo Lian coming out, leaned over and picked up the half-cut knife that he had fallen from the ground, and strode away.

Zhu Chuan raised his sleeve to wipe his tears, and jumped up: "The governor is waiting for me!"

.......

.......

The valley is covered in snow, and the sun shines brightly on the rocks and trees.

However, Uncle Li Guo is not interested in appreciating the snow, although at this time in the past, it is necessary to call friends to enjoy the snow and drink, but it is in a gorgeous manor, an excellent location of the mountain forest, although it also belongs to the Xishan Mountains, the reason why this kind of deserted wild valley is a wild valley is because there is no scenery at all.

After the heavy snowfall, the valley was colder than the rest of the world, and the thick fur still couldn't stop the biting cold.

"How bold you are to dig up the vault here." He frowned and said, "It's so close to the Xishan Palace, it can be seen that his heart is vicious."

The rich man said, "It can also be seen that Your Majesty is the destiny of heaven, and now this secret vault is close to and easy to access."

Uncle Li Guo smiled: "You have a sweet mouth, but Your Majesty can't be coaxed by saying two good words."

The rich man saluted Uncle Li: "I still have to rely on Uncle Guo."

Uncle Li Guo laughed: "It's easy to say." Then he asked, "Where is the door to this vault?"

The rich man looked at the rocky cliff in front of him, and his expression was a little reminiscing: "Actually, I only came here once, and I still waited outside to take a look."

Uncle Li frowned: "Then can you find a place?"

The rich man's eyebrows were a little arrogant: "As a financial master, I, Gao Suyang, will never forget it." Then he stretched out his hand and pointed, "Under that cliff, between two dead pines."

Uncle Li stepped forward happily, and behind them, more than a dozen people followed, and Zhike walked in the forefront, holding the six-foot sword in his hand.

The group stepped through the snow to the cliff.

"Quick, where's the key." Uncle Li urged again, his eyes full of urgency, "Let me see what treasures are in the secret vault of the Momen."

Did you hollow out the mountains? It was filled with gold and silver jewelry.

The rich man looked back, "Are you swordsmiths here?"

One of the dozen or so people behind him came out, with a thin body, nodded and said, "I'm a swordsmith."

Zhike said: "The giant order is in the sword, you can see how to take it out-"

As he spoke, he handed over the six-foot sword.

At this moment, the snowflakes on the cliffs on both sides fell violently, and the acquaintance secretly said that it was not good, and the sword was withdrawn, but it was still a step too late, and a snow mist wrapped the sword away like a whirlwind, and with the snowflakes flying, more than a dozen people flew down from both sides, surrounding the group.

Uncle Li Guo was frightened

jumped and hid directly behind the rich man: "Who is it?"

The rich man's expression was full of emotion: "It's okay, it's my son." After that, he seemed a little helpless, "Little Liu, what are you doing here?"

The snow mist wrapped in the sword had already landed, revealing a person, converging with the dozen or so people, he held the six-foot sword and looked at the rich man with an angry expression: "Dad, do you really want to sacrifice Momen to the imperial court!"

The rich man said, "These things are to be offered by Luo Gong to the king of Jin, and they are sacrifices, and now is the right way."

Gao Xiaoliu snorted, "Which one is sneaky on the right path? Why can't it be above board? You will take the ink gate in exchange for your glory and riches!"

He said this, his expression of grief and hiss.

"Daddy—can't you just be my dad well? I am doing my best to atone for your sins and make up for the damage you have done to Momen!"

"But no matter what I do, you won't stop, again and again, and you have to force your son to kill you? Or will you kill me?"

The rich man said, "I will not kill you, you are my son."

As he spoke, the Zhike who was standing on the side raised his hand reluctantly, the wind shouted, and a ball of snow smashed towards Gao Xiaoliu.

Gao Xiaoliu turned around to dodge, his shoulder was still hit, and the seemingly soft snow ball actually smashed him to a stumbling, the six-foot sword in his hand slipped down, and more than a dozen people such as Zhike jumped up and pounced on Gao Xiaoliu at the same time, and more than a dozen people around Gao Xiaoliu hurriedly waved their weapons to meet him.

Snowflakes are flying in the valley and they are in a scuffle.

Gao Xiaoliu broke left and right in it, but was always entangled by Zhike.

"Childe, Hugh is going to mess around." Zhike also continued to persuade each other.

Gao Xiaoliu looked at him deeply and said, "Okay."

With this good sound, he knelt down with his shoulders, and the six-foot sword he was holding in his hand slipped out at the same time, only to hear a muffled sound of entering the flesh, and Zhike was pierced by the long sword.

The long sword in his hand fell on Gao Xiaoliu's shoulder, brushing it flat and not piercing.

Zhike looked surprised, looking down at the blood dripping from his front in disbelief.

I don't believe that Childe can kill him, and I don't believe that Childe will kill him.

"Childe." He raised his head and looked at Gao Xiaoliu, the young man in front of him changed light and shadow, from a handsome young man to a sassy boy to a smart child, and finally a chubby and cute baby in his arms.

"It's cold." He muttered, "Childe remembers to wear socks."

With these words, his head hung down, and his eyes fell on Gao Xiaoliu, who was kneeling on the ground, revealing his bare feet wearing gold-threaded straw sandals.

Gao Xiaoliu didn't look at the guest, he reluctantly pulled out his sword, and with a bang, broke the weapon in the hand of the nearest person, and the man staggered back, and the dozen or so people who were entangled together were temporarily separated.

Gao Xiaoliu looked at the rich man: "If you love thieves, you don't love people, you don't love thieves, you don't love people, and you don't kill people."

He aimed the six-foot sword in his hand at the rich man.