After connecting with the Qinglong Society, Night Terror Hall came to the outside of the Wang family's mansion, and heard from the guards that Wang Jiwen would never go home if he didn't cause trouble, and usually lived in the prince's mansion, so he sent the painting to the prince's mansion.

When everything is done, I returned to the eastern suburbs with the five-spice rabbit head, and the road was already full of carriages and horses turning back to the city, and the Xixia Temple was also lit up with lights.

The Night Terror Hall drove its horse to stop outside Shilipo Town, and looked at it from afar, and it could be seen that the officers of the brigade had just closed the team and carried five corpses back to the city.

And the carriage of Washington followed behind the official errand, Hua Junchen and Xue Baihu were talking, and Hua Qingzhi was sitting in the carriage behind, raising the curtain and looking back at the Xixia Temple, not knowing what he was looking at.

The Night Terror Hall has to go to the Bishui Forest to see, and now run over to meet, it's not good to find an excuse to go out again, so it didn't pass, but quietly went back to the Xixia Temple from the side.

In the house where the pilgrims were temporarily staying, the bird was dutifully sentry, and when he saw the night terror hall creeping his way from the shadows, he poked his head out:

"Tsk~"

After making a 'shh' gesture, the Night Terror Hall placed the rabbit's head wrapped in oiled paper on the wall for the bird to eat for itself, and then came to the door.

Because he was hiding here, there were no lights in the house.

As soon as the night terror hall approached, Qing He, who found the birds moving, opened the door.

Night Terror looked in along the crack in the door, and saw that Xiao Yunli was still lying on the pillow, her cheeks were back to normal, but she didn't wake up, so she asked:

"How's Yunli?"

"After detoxification, I fell asleep after eating something, let her rest first."

Fan Qinghe walked out of the room and closed the door, saw Night Terror handed her an oiled paper bag, and asked:

"I have dry food here, what are you going to bring me to eat?"

"I feel sorry for my aunt, I want you and Yunli to eat better, otherwise what else can you do."

Night Terror Tang stuffed the oiled paper bag into Qing He's hand and said with a smile:

"Don't thank me?"

？

Fan Qinghe has grown so big, and it is the first time he has seen such a thick-skinned nephew, forcibly giving gifts and then asking for rewards, isn't this forced to buy and sell? She frowned and said:

"This is inside the temple, do you still want to come to Hu Lai?"

Night Terror Hall didn't mean this, but when Aunt Fan said so, he lowered his head and glanced at the placket:

"Okay?"

Fan Qinghe is the high priest of the Winter Hades, although it has nothing to do with Buddhism, but he still believes in God, and when he heard this, he hurriedly shook his head, probably afraid that the night terror hall would really mess around in front of the Buddha, she said resolutely:

"Don't even think about it, at most let you kiss it, and go to work as soon as you finish the kiss."

Seeing that Qing He agreed, Night Terror Hall was naturally not polite, hooked his chin, held his rosy lips, and slid his hand into the placket......

Suoso~

Fan Qinghe held the oil paper bag in his hand, his face was slightly embarrassed, he closed his eyes and let it be kneaded and pinched, wanting to wait for the Night Terror Hall to finish tossing quickly, but this bite kissed for half an hour, and his legs were soft, and the Night Terror Hall stopped:

"Okay, you take care of Yunli first, and we'll continue when we go back at night."

Fan Qinghe hurriedly closed the placket, and when she heard the words of this dead skin, she wanted to say that she was a doctor or something, but she blushed when she said this, and she just smack~' lightly, and quickly went back to the house and closed the door......

——

On the outskirts of the city, the blue water forest.

The birthday of the old queen mother is in the middle of the year, and Emperor Liang for his birthday to build a new garden, in the autumn of last year only started construction, although the construction period is a bit rushed, but nearly half a year has been around the clock shift construction, the progress is not slow, take a boat from the Yan River passing, you can see the beautiful and majestic building outline on the shore.

Night Terror Hall changed into night clothes and set off from Xixia Temple, but after a while, they came to the garden located on the bank of the Yan River in the eastern suburbs, and you could see a white wall built between the trees in the distance, and the inside was piled up with wood and stone, and there were people patrolling outside the wall, and half of the building was in the depths behind the white wall.

Night Terror suppressed all its breath, quietly came to the white wall, and after a slight perception, flew up and down into the wall, and then like a butterfly, silently passed through the mountain of materials and came to the garden on the periphery of the manor.

Ding Ding Dong ~~

Because during the rush period, the manor did not stop working at night, and at this time, craftsmen can still be seen banging on the roof, or painting and covering tiles, while there are overseers dressed as overseers patrolling back and forth below.

Night Terror looked carefully in the shadows and found nothing unusual, because the smell of paint was very strong, and the natural aroma of fine wood made it difficult to determine whether the depths were medicinal or not; The construction site was full of torches and lanterns, and the smoke was naturally heavy, so it was obviously not feasible to find a place to refine medicine from the place where the smoke was emitting.

Night Terror quietly hid behind the landscape tree, carefully probing for clues in the busy manor, but after a while, it caught a vague conversation in the depths of the manor:

“…… There were originally seven tentative places, but now it seems that one has to be removed......"

"The Seven Chosen ...... They are all die-hard people......"

……

One of them seemed to be the father-in-law he had seen today, while the other was an old man full of energy, his voice was a little majestic, but the distance was too far, even if he used various methods to bless, he still heard it intermittently and not very clearly.

Seven places......

Night Terror Hall captures the key information and immediately walks forward, trying to listen carefully to what the other party has to say.

But what he didn't expect was that he walked forward not far away, and the other party's words stopped abruptly, and then a muffled sound came from the depths of the manor.

Burst~

The sound was quite low, like a cannon crossbow with a silencer, small but full of power, and almost before the sound arrived, dust and mist burst from the distant wall, and a golden thread pierced through the wall, and came directly to the front......

——

Deep in the brightly lit manor, in a makeshift building used to oversee the work.

The interior of the house is full of lampstands, and several middle-aged people dressed in Qianjimen costumes are drawing design drawings in front of their desks, holding rulers, and the walls are also hung with rough sketches of Bishui Lin after completion.

There is a white screen erected in the room, and there is a tea table behind the screen, and a small yellow door dressed in a eunuch robe is kneeling on the side of the tea table, making tea seriously.

On the left and right of the tea table, two figures sat opposite each other.

Zhongsun Jin, dressed in a black and blue robe, sat on the right side, his gray hair was only tied up with a peach hairpin, and there were no accessories on his body, he looked very clean, but his waist and back were straight, his eyes were like ancient wells, and the temperament revealed between his pen and writing still made him worlds different from the opposite father-in-law.

On the side of Zhongsun Jin, there is a bookcase and a sword, and there is a curtain behind the bookcase, on which there is the emblem of a thousand machine doors, which is generally called 'thousand machine boxes', which is the standard equipment of a thousand machine doors, and it is possible to contain anything.

The black-sheathed sword placed on the sword platform is called 'Candle Firefly', and the top ten famous swords of the Northern Dynasty rank second, second only to Xiang Hanshi's 'Taiping'.

Although this thing is considered a divine weapon, it is not Zhong Sun Jin's side-worn blade, after all, the northern and southern martial saints are already mountain people who have jumped out of the rivers and lakes, and they do not rely on specific weapons.

Xiang Hanshi and Zhongsun Jin carried a sword with them, simply because these two swords were given by the emperor, and they were regarded as 'Shangfang Sword', and the symbolic meaning of the imperial power charter was much higher than its significance as a weapon.

At this time, the father-in-law who had just returned from the Xixia Temple, with floating dust on his arm, knelt opposite Zhongsun Jin, and was whispering:

"I've been to see it, it's the small character of Tianqi Dao who died, and it's the son of Mrs. Hua and the people of the Blue Dragon Society who did it, it should be the Blue Dragon Society who received Yin Shicheng's bounty, and the fight happened to be bumped into by Hua Junchen again......"

"Can you find out the purpose of the five monsters of Snake Peak going to Xixia Temple?"

"Uh...... I didn't pay attention to that. ”

"Within a radius of twenty miles, except for the Bishui Forest and the Xixia Temple, the others are barren land. The five monsters of Snake Peak are all poison masters, usually interested in medicinal herbs, and have no motive to go to Xixia Temple, and the reason behind this must be thoroughly investigated......"

Zhongsun Jin wrote handwriting on the paper, and never raised his eyes between his words, seemingly plain, but with an imminent sadness in his heart.

After King Zuo Xian desperately sent the Snow Lake Flowers, although the imperial court got a sufficient number of Snow Lake Flowers, Beiliang also lost a Martial Saint because of this, and the Night Terror Hall was also ranked as a Martial Saint.

Originally, after Zhongsun Jin helped Xiang Hanshi to defend the capital, he should go to the border pass to help set up a garrison to deal with the danger of going south and north, and the matter of refining the 'elixir' should be Xiang Hanshi's seat and take his time in the capital.

But the Night Terror Hall is extremely talented and has amazing luck, and the momentum is too fast, if you give the Night Terror Hall another half a year, let the Night Terror Hall refine the Tianlang Beads as jelly beans to eat, and pile up a body of psychic skills, plus a few Minglong pictures on the body, Beiliang may not be able to hold it down.

Takeo is single-handed, and it is difficult to shake a country's army, but it has a great impact on morale.

In the future, if the night terror hall is in command, leading the army to the Northern Expedition, and taking the lead in boosting morale, the Northern Liang will not be able to find a person who can suppress it, and the Southern Dynasty army will only have to follow the commander to rush with his head, and naturally his morale will be like a rainbow.

And when the northern army heard that the Night Terror Hall was coming with the army, they were afraid that they would be timid before the battle, and half of the battle had already been lost before it started.

For this reason, on the day of the news of King Zuoxian's death, Emperor Liang realized the urgency of the situation and hurried up the alchemy.

There are still some snow lake flowers in front of Jiazi in the treasury of Beiliang, and the Danfang has been gradually perfected between these Jiazi, and even prepared the ingredients.

After Emperor Liang was sure that the Snow Lake Flower had arrived in Hudong, he took out all the stocks and refined a furnace of elixir, asking Xiang Hanshi to take it a step further.

And Zhongsun Jin is currently in charge of the second batch.

Because the Danfang studied by Beiliang is completely different from 'Tianlangzhu', omitting the process of cultivating resistance since childhood, the demand for 'meridian protection and continuation' will naturally increase, so the amount of snow lake flowers is also larger than that of Tianlangzhu.

The number of Snow Lake Flowers is limited, and it will take sixty years, even if Emperor Liang grits his teeth and makes a bloody investment, he only approves enough Snow Lake Flowers to refine ten furnace medicines.

Ten furnaces of medicinal materials, Cheng Dan is also ten, which can theoretically reincarnate the top-level martial artists of the entire Northern Liang, and it is even possible for Xiang Hanshi and Zhongsun Jin to dominate the second and third in the world, completely suppressing the martial saints of the Southern Dynasty.

But this is only the best situation, alchemy has the probability of frying the oven, not to mention two furnaces to fry one furnace, ten furnaces to fry one furnace, all of them are cutting meat in Emperor Liang's heart.

For this reason, Zhongsun Jin did not dare to stud together, and it was currently a furnace of refining, from which he summed up experience to find hidden dangers, and then refined the next furnace.

At this time, Zhongsun Jin was sitting on the desk and writing, because the second furnace of pills refined in recent days had exploded because of the uneven temperature of the furnace, and he failed to condense the beads, so he needed to report to Emperor Liang.

The loss of a furnace of medicine, for the current Northern Liang Imperial Court, is the loss of a Wukui or quasi-martial saint.

Although Zhong Sun Jin looked restrained and couldn't see joy and anger, he was worried in his heart, and after writing for a while, he said:

"You have to keep three pills in case you need them. There were originally seven tentative quotas, but now it seems that one must be removed. What do you think about this? ”

Father-in-law is one of the twelve servants of Yandu, and the twelve servants of Yandu are masters who rely on various secret medicines, and their talent and understanding are limited.

As a confidant of the Son of Heaven, Gonggong Xu naturally has the qualifications to discuss this matter, and he frowned when he heard this:

"The seven people selected may not be at the top of the beam in martial arts, but they can all ensure that they are die-hard loyalists of the imperial court, and whoever they sift out is to strip off a piece of meat from the bottom of the saint's heart. From our family's point of view, we can only screen out Qi Qingfeng, Qi Qingfeng and Youxian King are close friends, and they are not completely loyal to the Holy ......"

Zhongsun Jin shook his head: "Qi Qingfeng's spear skills are in the first place in Daliang, and if you get this medicine, you have the opportunity to enter the sainthood, it's a pity to sift it out; Moreover, if the court has good medicine but does not give it, it will chill the right king and will not be good for the overall situation in the future. ”

"Alas...... What about Yin Shicheng? ”

"Yin Shicheng has not been in obedience to the imperial court for a long time, and he has been working hard all these years to win the appreciation of the imperial court, if he doesn't give it, how can there be strange people in the rivers and lakes who want to ask for pills in the future......"

Gong Gong was listening carefully, and suddenly found that the old Mr. Zhongsun in front of him, his words stopped abruptly, and he looked out of the room.

He was a little puzzled and was about to ask, but in the next moment, there was a muffled sound in front of him, which shook his chest and abdomen.

Poof-

In the muffled sound, the lights in the room were all extinguished in an instant, and the tea knife that was originally placed next to the tea table had disappeared for some time, leaving only a hole in the side wall that was the thickness of a finger.

？！

Although Gonggong Xu has seen Zhongsun Jin many times, it is the first time he has seen this elegant old fairy make a move, and the strong aftermath of the attack on his face shocked him for a moment, and he was stunned and spoke:

"Zhongsun ......"

On the seat opposite the tea table, there is no human figure!

Father-in-law's reaction was not slow, and when the Qianjimen disciple in the house had just raised his head and looked at the candlestick blankly, he had already jumped out of the room through the window and landed on the house outside.

Looking up, you can see Zhongsun Jin, whose robe moves with the wind, standing above the main hall, holding a black-sheathed sword in his hand, scanning the dim forest in the distance.

Father-in-law hurriedly flew down and landed in front of him, carefully scanning the landscape forest outside, but found that there was nothing inside, and the place where the building materials were stacked in the distance was not at all unusual.

"Mr. Zhongsun, is there anything wrong?"

Zhongsun Jin is not only an old-school martial saint, but also has been licensed by Emperor Liang to practice the Ming God Diagram, and his six senses are far sharper than ordinary martial saints, and he can be sure that there are subtle abnormalities on the outside.

At this time, he didn't see any traces, Zhong Sun Jin's eyes were quite solemn, and after scanning for a while, he flew to the periphery of the manor, walked into the landscape forest with mottled light and shadow, and came to a big tree with a thick hug.

Zhongsun Jin first looked at the hole in the trunk of the tree, and then came to the back and looked at the trees on the other side by the moonlight.

Father-in-law came to him, frowned and looked closely, and found that there was a tea knife inserted in the trunk of the tree opposite, and there were obvious blood stains on the blade, obviously the thief had been injured just now. He glanced at the dim woods and asked:

"Who is it?"

Zhongsun Jin was also a little puzzled by this, after all, he didn't dodge the flying knife at such a distance, which showed that his insight and reaction were average, and he had not yet reached the realm of the unity of heaven and man.

But after being injured, he can still escape silently, but his ability to hide this light skill is far beyond ordinary people.

If it is placed in the Southern Dynasty, such people are easy to find, and there are almost only a few masters who specialize in light skills in the Cloud Interception Palace.

But the Northern Dynasty is as small as a cloud, the Northern Liang Thief Saint, the high-level assassins of the Blue Dragon Society, and other evil sects are basically practicing their legs first and then practicing their skills, and the fight is not necessarily powerful, but the escape is more professional than the other, and the search range is too large.

After pondering for a moment, Zhongsun Jin spoke:

The other party couldn't dodge and injured his left shoulder from the traces. Send someone to strictly investigate the martial artists in the capital ......"

Before he finished speaking, outside the white fence in the distance, there were suddenly a few words from the patrolman:

"Look at this ......"

"It's ......"

Zhongsun Jin and Gonggong frowned, jumped up one after another, and landed outside the wall of the material area, but saw that the loess road about ten zhang away from the wall was actually engraved with a line of words:

Qing Feng pointed to the clouds

It should be afraid of being discovered, so I left without writing the next sentence.

？？

When my father-in-law saw the handwriting, his face turned green!

After all, he has been the head of the Twelve Institutes for half his life, and it is the first time he has seen such an arrogant thief!

But it suddenly dawned on me in my heart, and I probably confirmed the identity of the thief.

After all, in the entire north and south rivers and lakes, the only one who does bad things for fear that others will not know is the group of professional killers of the Blue Dragon Society.

Qinglong will start by relying on credibility, pay attention to clean and transparent, and do not deceive; If the killer does not prove his identity, he will not be able to prove to his employer that he did it, and he may not be paid, or he may not be paid for his death.

For this reason, even if the killer of the Blue Dragon Society has only one breath left, he usually has to lie on the ground and finish writing with blood, so as not to let outsiders know that he is from the Blue Dragon Society.

was found and injured by Zhongsun Jin, and he risked his life to leave a line outside, which looked like a professional of the Blue Dragon Society.

Recently, there have been several cases in a row, and Gonggong Xu just felt that the Qinglong Society was measured, and knew that he had shared the worries of the imperial court, so he turned his head and ran to the blue water forest to spread wild, how could he not be angry in his heart, and turned around and walked out:

"This Blue Dragon Society is simply lawless, let's go check ......"

Zhongsun Jin saw that Qinglong would be arrogant to such an extent, and to be honest, he was also a little shocked by the courage of the current Jianghu descendants.

This outrageous behavior is not much different from running outside the official city and carving a sentence 'Fengguancheng is a pig', it is completely untidy. He thought for a moment and said:

"Beware of the trick that will lead to trouble, and first confirm whether it is the people of the Blue Dragon Society."

……

——

The sound of wooden fish in the Buddhist hall in the depths of the temple on the branches of the moon and the sunset temple is still continuing.

Knock knock~

In the wing room, Zheyunli was still lying on the bed to rest, Fan Qinghe saw that there was no one around, so he quietly sat on the roof, next to the spread out oil paper bag, feeding the hungry ghost reincarnated birds and eating spiced rabbit heads.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, there was movement again in the field outside the temple.

Fan Qinghe's eyes moved slightly, and when he looked carefully, he found that a black shadow quietly crossed the wall and came to the house here.

Seeing that the Night Terror Hall was coming back, Fan Qinghe wanted to get up and ask, but when she raised her eyes, she saw that the shoulder of the night terror hall was wearing was damaged, she was shocked in her heart, and hurriedly said:

"Are you hurt? Who did you meet? ”

From the fragment of the dialogue, it can be confirmed that the person he met was Zhongsun Jin, one of the Four Sages.

Zhongsun Jin can find him close in casual conversation, and his strength is quite strong, but the tea knife thrown from the depths of the manor can be completely dodged with his martial arts.

But to avoid the sudden blow of the martial saint without injury, the guarantee has to be the eight big kui, the target is too obvious, it is possible to startle the snake, so he deliberately bruises to make the opponent misjudge the strength.

Seeing that Qinghe was worried, he came to him and said casually:

"When I met Zhongsun Jin, I was afraid of exposing the deliberate skin trauma, so it's okay. Go back quickly, if the Hua family finds out that I have not returned for a long time to deliver the paintings, they will also be suspicious. ”

Fan Qinghe didn't expect that the Night Terror Hall would go to find out the news casually, and he could directly see that Wang Xian gave the Night Terror Hall a pulse, and after making sure that he was not injured, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief:

"Why is Zhongsun Jin also in Bishui Forest?"

"It should be in alchemy, there are seven guarantees, but now it's not clear how many, and we have to continue to check ......"

"Let's talk about these when we go back, let's go first."

Night Terror Hall went out in the name of sending paintings, if Hua Junchen returned home, he hadn't gone back yet, it would inevitably arouse Uncle Hua's suspicions, and after chatting with Qinghe for a few words, he jumped off the roof and entered the house, pinching the sleeping Yunli's face:

"Yunli?"

Zheyunli consumes a lot of poison, a little weak, dizzy and opened his eyes, saw the handsome cheeks close at hand, and looked left and right:

"How long have I been sleeping?"

"It won't be long, go back to sleep again, come up."

Night Terror Hall helped Yunli up, then turned around and let her lie on her back, hugging her legs and bending her back.

Zhi Yunli was stunned for a moment, his mind cleared up a little, and he wanted to straighten his back, so as not to surprise his cousin with some obstructive chests.

But I found that there was nothing unusual about the night terrors, and my whole body was really sore, so I finally simply lay on my back, with my chin resting on my shoulders:

"Cousin, why did you break your shoulder?"

Night Terror called down the bird who was still immersed in cooking, and responded casually:

"I had a fight with Zhongsun Jin just now, it's no big deal."

"Huh?!"

Zhi Yunli found that as soon as he closed his eyes and opened them, he missed the big scene of the martial saint fight, and he woke up completely, and was about to ask, but Aunt Fan next to him explained:

"He teased you, just ran to inquire about the situation, and left when he was discovered, it should be the sky when Yanjing really fights, where will it be so quiet......"

"I'll just say it......"

Seeing that he hadn't missed the big play, Zhi Yunli breathed a sigh of relief, and lay comfortably on the back of the Night Terror Hall, and then disappeared into the night in the suburbs......

(End of chapter)