He shook his head inexplicably, interrupting all thoughts and melancholy. After calculating the time, there is not much left, and the time for refining the pill is already insufficient, but fortunately, the medicinal materials, utensils, and places have been completed, and the matter of the pill can be left for tomorrow.

The door opened, and he flew away inexplicably, and as for the stammering princess on the bed, he was now too busy to take care of himself, whether he was dead or alive, and what did it have to do with him.

In the Taishi Mansion, there was a mourning.

Quietly sneaking back, he inexplicably pushed open the window, jumped into the house, and then sat cross-legged on the bed, running the exercises, and restoring his aura.

In the Carp Pavilion, the old lady Zhao with gorgeous hair sat alone in front of the bookcase, gloomy, and a tear condensed in his muddy old eyes, but he was reluctant to erase it.

"Father." Zhao Ren, the only son of the old lady, held the meal and whimpered outside the pavilion.

"Father, you haven't eaten a drop of rice for two days, Chun'er has died for no reason, you again," Zhao Ren said this, but he also lamented that he couldn't speak anymore.

Taishi Zhao got up and silently walked to a scroll hanging on the wall.

He carefully wiped the scroll with the corner of his clothes, and then gently placed the scroll on the bookcase, slowly tore open the yellow silk, and slowly spread it out.

This is a painting, a yellowed picture scroll that is somewhat old and yellowed due to the accumulation of years.

In the painting, it is a young girl.

Begonia flowers bloom, and the graceful figure hesitates among the flowers.

She is dressed in rose and purple, and under the white moon skirt, there are a few small orchids in the background, elegant and ordinary clothes, but she is as fresh and refined as a fairy in the dust. Under a wreath of braided flowers, her long inky hair fell straight like a waterfall. The purple jade-like eyes revealed an eager and crystalline gaze, and the lips that bloomed like begonias outlined a deep smile.

Her hands were held forward, revealing creamy snow-white skin.

A fluttering butterfly, beating in her palm.

She is beautiful, so beautiful that you want to dive headlong into the painting, just to fall in love with her.

Zhao Taishi stretched out his hand, trembling, and even his body trembled with it.

The old hand fell, gently caressing the face of the woman in the painting.

He had tears in his eyes, but he looked affectionately at the woman in the painting with a smile, he, old, the face that had experienced the vicissitudes of life at this moment, poured out a lifetime of tenderness.

"From now on, who can say that a piece of spring heart pays begonias. Begonia, fifty years, you wait for me, you and I will not see each other for too long. ”

Begonia flowers are the same every year, but the old people will never see each other again.

At this time, he is no longer the Taishi who leans towards the government and the opposition, and is above 10,000 people under one person.

At this time, he was just an ordinary person, an ordinary man who was thinking about the only love of his life in his twilight years.

The Taishi stood for a long time, and then said, "Son, come in." ”

He carefully rolled up the scroll, and Zhao Ren outside the door pushed the door in.

"Son, my father is old, after tonight, the rivers and mountains of the Han land will be handed over to you, after I die, I will bury my bones and this painting on Tangli Mountain, remember, no need to bury, no need to erect a monument, no need to worship, merits and demerits, and then people say, I just want no one to disturb, father hopes, you can become a good emperor, as for the successor, then it will be up to you, Chun'er died, maybe it was the heavens to punish my Zhao family."

"Father," Zhao Ren knelt on the ground and whimpered in a low voice.

"Get up!" Zhao Taishi reprimanded.

After Zhao Ren got up from the ground, Zhao Taishi handed the scroll into his hands, and then walked out of the attic.

After the Taishi left, Zhao Ren laughed loudly, leaving the grief of the middle-aged loss of his son completely behind.

In the second watch, the full moon is bright and pure, scattered with silver light all over the ground.

In Jiuzhi Hall, inexplicably, under the guidance of the Demon Emperor and the Immortal Emperor, the medicinal herbs were carefully thrown into the Dan furnace, and the resentful spirits floating beside him were constantly beating the karmic fire under the Dan furnace.

The karmic fire continued to burn, and the Danfang actually became a little cold, the breeze hit the window lattice, and he stared at the Dan furnace anxiously with a solemn and inexplicable face.

Half an hour later, the Dan furnace shook slightly, making a crisp and pleasant sound of clanging, and at the same time, the resentful spirit greedily swallowed a cloud of karmic fire under the furnace that had not yet burned out into its mouth, and it immediately burrowed into the inexplicable soul.

It didn't take long for the Dan furnace to regain its calm, and inexplicably a spiritual aura lifted the lid of the furnace, and a strong aroma came to the nose, the incense floated for seven miles, and inexplicably reached out, and three elixirs containing his freedom and hope fell into his palm.

"Old devil, old monster, Dan I have refined."

Inexplicably ecstatic, because he was finally able to escape from the clutches, and he no longer had to pretend to be the bloody leader who lost his mind all day long.

The night was already the third watch, and it should have been a burst of mourning, but the lively Taishi Mansion became extraordinarily quiet.

In the Black Tiger Hall, Zhao Ziming, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, exhaled the last wisp of spiritual energy, opened his eyes, and the spirit stones on his palms also turned into dust.

He got up and walked out, and came to the inexplicable room, and inside the house, there was a scream of a cat.

Zhao Ziming pushed the door in, but saw that the spirit cat was suspended from the beam of the house by four ropes, and the blood kui was nowhere to be seen.

At the same time, he inexplicably swallowed the Qili Xiangdan into his stomach and refined it.

Zhao Ziming was suddenly angry, and kept pointing out the aura, the rope shattered, and the spirit cat jumped into his arms with a swish.

"Find it for me." Zhao Ziming said to the soul-seeking cat in his arms.

The spirit cat sniffed and shook his head at Zhao Ziming.

"Second uncle!"

Zhao Ren hurriedly broke into the Black Tiger Hall, "Tonight, my father is him." ”

"I see!"

There was a tiger roar in the Black Tiger Hall, and more than fifty tiger guards with scimitars at their waists broke through the door.

At this time, the inexplicable Qili Xiangdan in Jiuzhi Hall had been refined, and he suddenly felt comfortable and extremely comfortable, he couldn't help but stretch a big lazy waist when he got up, but an extremely strong and stimulating stench also invaded his mouth and nose with his deep breathing.

"Holy, something! It stinks, too! He almost fainted because of the stench, and he couldn't help but curse, and then hurriedly covered his mouth and nose and fled in a hurry.

After escaping from the house, the stench did not dissipate, and the strange laughter of the Demon Emperor and the Immortal Emperor came from the inexplicable spirit.

Inexplicably, he sniffed his sleeve, and the stench was actually emitted by his body.

"Old devil, what's going on! Isn't it Qili Xiangdan that I eat? Why does it stink so much! Inexplicably angry.

"Boy, don't worry, if it weren't for this stench, how to get rid of the breath left by the spirit cat on your body, don't worry, after a few months, it will naturally disappear, and when the time comes, Lao Tzu will pass on your magic skills, the world's fine wine will be drunk by you, and the beauty will be soaked by you."

Speaking of beauties, there is a tender person waiting for her at this time.

While the Demon Emperor was chattering, the soul ring on the head of the resentful spirit flashed with blood-colored light, obviously, Zhao Ziming was trying to use the beast control method to control the inexplicable whereabouts.

The resentful spirit let out a ghostly cry, and the inexplicable spirit looked inward, nodded slightly, and the soul ring shattered.

"Humph!" Zhao Ziming on the back of the tiger snorted coldly, he never thought that he would be pecked by the eagle all day long, not to mention that he was still a milky kid, "Boy, I can deceive the old man's eyes, it's very good, I want to see where you can escape!" ”

The black tiger jumped up, and after a gust of wind, it jumped in the air several times and disappeared.

Inexplicably walked down the street, heading towards the place agreed with the stammering princess, at this moment, he felt very comfortable when he was no longer shackled, and even the stench of his body felt free breath.

In the sky, the scimitars of the Black Tiger Guards cut the throats of the city defenders, and dozens of Black Tiger Guards opened the green gate of the imperial city without much resistance.

The door opened.

The sound of war drums rose in a hurry, the sound of killing shook the sky, the stagecoach roared, and the soldiers with guns and horses galloped into the city like hungry falcons.

In the Changle Palace, downstairs in Dengxian, a girl wearing a snow-white vegetarian cloak was flushed by the fire that rose to the sky in front of her.

"Princess, Your Majesty said, the king is dead, we should go."

A white-robed general said to the girl.

The girl turned around and stepped onto a carriage next to her, and the general mounted her horse with a halberd and escorted the girl out of the palace.

On a moonlit night, people are hopeful, and those who fight for their lives will throw their blood under the bright moonlight.

Jin Ge struck each other, the sound of killing rose and fell, and the rebels who poured in from outside the city entered the palace.

Outside the Chengtian Gate, he sat on a cornice inexplicably, quietly watching the rebels fight with the Yulin guards guarding the palace gate.

The head of the wraith shimmered with blood light beside him, sucking greedily, and a trace of blood-colored resentment gathered towards it.

In the moonlight, a person walked out.

An unkempt and ragged young fat beggar.

The beggar holds a splendid golden bowl in one hand and touches his round belly in the other.

He shouted, from far to near.

"Wu Fei Jin, rabbit walking jade, one grain of millet in the Three Realms. The mountains and rivers and the earth have been dusting for several years, and the yin and yang have been reversed into the Xuan Valley. In the stone fire and lightning of life, several guest magpie branches stay. The mulberry field is full of spring and autumn, and the world does not let go of the difficulties. The wind and moon are cold in the nine days high, and there is no sorrow in the belly of the fairy. ”

"Bullshit fairy! There is no leisure in the stomach, it is all murderous things, and the stomach is full of conspiracy! Inexplicably muttered, somehow, when he talked about immortals, he inexplicably remembered Zhao Ziming's old thing, and he was naturally extremely disgusted in his heart.

"Haha!" The fat beggar laughed heartily and said, "Fellow Daoist, that's a good point!" Cultivating, cultivating, cultivating, cultivating, it's all become bullshit! ”

After that, he beckoned, and the head of the resentful spirit let out a long roar, and it was taken in his hand, he pinched it, patted it to the ground a few times, and said: "This is a strange thing, Daoyou, I have a fate with this thing, how about giving it to me?" ”

"If you want it, then take it, why bother talking such foolish nonsense! What is fate, you have a big fist, naturally you are fate, the kid thinks that he is not your opponent, you can play it well. Inexplicably disdainful.

"Haha, don't blame fellow Daoists, this ghost thing can't get into my eyes."

After speaking, the fat beggar flew up and sat next to the inexplicable with the head of the resentful spirit.

"Damn, fellow Daoist! Can the immortal mansion of Taoist friends be in the dung pit? This one is back for you! The fat beggar pinched his nose and said, then let go of the head of the resentful spirit in his hand.

"This," inexplicably smiled awkwardly.

"Haha, don't blame fellow Daoists." With that, the fat beggar turned into a rainbow light and burrowed into the golden bowl, which flickered in the air and disappeared.