Li Daoxuan did not immediately go to the Vientiane Shrine because he saw a person, a person who was crazy about jealousy.

Under the technique of looking at qi, wisps of black gas were bubbling from the shiny bald head that ran.

This is a catastrophe, and it is also a dead spirit.

In the heavily guarded palace, there was suddenly a bald monk running wildly, which looked very abrupt, but the soldiers on duty did not dare to stop him, and even bowed down when they saw him.

It seems that he is accustomed to his appearance in the palace.

Li Daoxuan has already calculated his identity, Feng Xiaobao, also known as Xue Huaiyi, the host of the White Horse Temple, the head of Wu Zetian, not to mention these soldiers, even if the prime minister of the court sees him, he has to hide and go.

Feng Xiaobao ran wildly all the way, although he didn't know how to practice, but his physique was very strong, and he ran directly to the Crane Prison that was secretly placed in the palace.

Kicking open the door, he shouted loudly: "Zhang Zongchang, you eggless man, come out quickly!" ”

Li Daoxuan, who was following behind, shook his head, it turned out to be a jealousy among men.

This Feng Xiaobao can leave a name in history, in addition to being Wu Zetian's favorite face, but also because he once did a big thing, burning down the Vientiane Shrine.

The reason is simple, jealousy.

In the original history, Wu Zetian moved the capital to Luoyang and ordered Feng Xiaobao to build the Vientiane Divine Palace, he built it well, and Wu Zetian was very satisfied.

But as Wu Zetian continued to pamper other men, he was jealous, and in order to attract the attention of his sweetheart, he burned down the Vientiane Shrine that Wu Zetian had worked so hard to build.

That was her suppression of the Li Tang royal family and her ascension to the throne as a symbol of the empress!

Later, Wu Zetian asked him to be responsible for rebuilding the Vientiane Shrine, and immediately after it was built, he unloaded the mill and killed the donkey, sent people to capture it, and burned the body of the White Horse Temple.

Li Daoxuan didn't dare to be interested in such a straw bag, but he was a little curious, how did the calamity on this person come about?

And this crane supervisor...... It didn't seem to be as simple as he thought.

There is a group of defenseless beautiful young men in the house, standing naked in the hall, being cleaned by the palace maids.

They are the newly chosen faces, who have not yet met the diva, and their eyes are full of longing for the future.

Many of them voluntarily entered the Crane Control Prison, and many of them dreamed of becoming a big man like Feng Xiaobao one day.

In history, the famous poet Song Zhiwen once wrote a love poem to Wu Zetian, and wanted Mao Sui to recommend himself to join the Crane Prison, but who knew that Wu Zetian thought he had bad breath, so he refused.

Since then, Song Zhiwen has been depressed and has to brush his teeth three times a day.

Feng Xiaobao swaggered into the Crane Control Prison, his gaze swept over a certain place of those beautiful boys, and there was a trace of disdain in his eyes.

Is this worthy of being called a man?

He was a scoundrel in the market, so he simply took off his belt, showed his edge, and showed off his might.

Suddenly, there was a burst of exclamations all around.

Those beautiful young men are ashamed of themselves, and the palace maids are shy, but they frequently look sideways.

"Feng Xiaobao, if you do this again, believe it or not, I'll cut it off for you!"

At the critical moment, a beautiful figure appeared, tall, dressed in palace clothes, handsome eyebrows and eyes, and a very capable temperament.

Feng Xiaobao looked at this woman, smiled, and put on his pants.

"Wan'er, don't be angry, we can't cut this baby, after all, the queen of heaven loves it."

He looked at Shangguan Wan'er, and a trace of fire flashed in his eyes.

It's a pity that she is the most favored female official around the queen of heaven, and she is entrusted with a heavy task and can't be touched.

"What are you doing here?"

"What about Zhang Zongchang? I'm looking for him! ”

"He's out of the palace, come back later."

Shangguan Wan'er said coldly.

Feng Xiaobao sneered, put up a scoundrel shelf, and said, "Then I'll stay here and wait until he comes back!" ”

So saying, he went into a room, and lay down with a swagger, without even taking off his shoes, and stepping on the bed in black black.

That was Zhang Zongchang's room.

Shangguan Wan'er frowned slightly, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and she whispered to a palace maid next to her.

"Wait a while, if he doesn't find it, if he does......"

She reached out and gestured around her neck.

The maid nodded, and the plum blossom tattoo on her wrist seemed to be flowing with cold light.

……

Night falls.

Those beautiful boys all live in a room, looking forward to the day when they will be summoned by the queen of heaven and become rich and rich.

As wisps of mist drifted in, they quickly fell into a coma.

The door was pushed open, and Shangguan Wan'er and a palace maid walked over, followed by a person behind them, dressed in white and with a gold belt, hanging a gourd from his waist, holding a unicorn jade whisk in his hand, exactly the same as the costume of the national teacher.

It's just that he wears an iron mask on his face, revealing a pair of somewhat numb eyes.

The maid held a wooden plate with a short dagger and a pair of scissors, soaked in a basin of black liquid.

Shangguan Wan'er looked at the sleeping beautiful boys, walked over one by one, stopped at the third person, looked at it carefully for a moment, and said, "The tip of the nose is available." ”

With that, she reached out and picked up the dagger and scissors, her eyes were indifferent, and she cut at the man's nose without hesitation.

A piece of nose that was still dripping with blood was thrown onto the wooden plate.

And the beautiful boy who lost the tip of his nose is still in a coma, bleeding nonstop.

Shangguan Wan'er didn't look at him anymore and continued to walk towards the next one.

"The lower lip is available."

"Left ear available."

"Left cheek meat available."

"The right eye is available."

"The left skull is available."

……

Her voice was as cold as ice, and there seemed to be no trace of emotion, and every time the voice sounded, it represented the passing of a life.

In just a moment, the handsome young men who were still alive and well before became corpses with blurred flesh and blood, and the smell of blood filled the air.

And on the wooden basin, there were piles of human flesh and blood, noses, eyes, ears, teeth......

These carefully selected parts seem to have some kind of wonderful use.

Shangguan Wan'er gently spat out a mist of water, turning it into a drop of water, washing her blood-covered hands and making them white again.

She turned to look at the masked man and said, "Rokuro, it's your turn." ”

The white-clothed figure with a gold belt trembled slightly.

It turned out that he was Zhang Zongchang, who was recently favored and was known as the Lotus Like Six Lang.

Zhang Zongchang's body trembled slightly, and then he reached out and took off the iron mask.

Under the moonlight, a handsome face was revealed.

Looking closely, it is ninety percent similar to Li Daoxuan, the former national teacher of the Tang Dynasty!

Shangguan Wan'er raised the knife in her hand.

Zhang Zongchang's eyes were calm, but his facial muscles trembled slightly.

"Don't move."

Shangguan Wan'er shouted.

He took a deep breath and pinched his flesh, trying to control his facial muscles.

Hand up and knife down.

Although he had already drunk the hemp boiling, the sharp pain to the bone still made him tremble, Shangguan Wan'er sighed lightly and pasted a talisman on him.

The ensuing scene was brutal.

She first cut Zhang Zongchang's handsome face beyond recognition, and then filled in the flesh and blood of those beautiful boys one by one.

In the end, Zhang Zongchang's face was like a broken porcelain, and blood was oozing everywhere, which was very terrifying in the moonlit night.

Shangguan Wan'er sprinkled the black liquid in the basin on Zhang Zongchang's face, and then pinched the seal with her hand, reciting the words.

Immediately after, a magical scene appeared.

I saw that the black liquid on Zhang Zongchang's face began to wriggle, burrowing into his skin like worms, and his wounds quickly healed and finally disappeared.

Shangguan Wan'er opened a picture scroll, and it was Li Daoxuan who was painted on it.

She compared, then nodded in satisfaction.

"Yes, you are now ninety out of seven like the national teacher."

"A few more times, it should be ten images!"

Zhang Zongchang's heart trembled, and said, "Ninety percent seven, it's enough." ”

He really didn't want to experience it again.

Shangguan Wan'er said coldly: "It's not enough, even if it's nine out of nine, what kind of character is King Chen, his eyes are like torches, and he knows a lot about the national teacher, and if he doesn't have ten images, he won't want to deceive her." ”

After a pause, she warned: "For the sake of the queen's plan, there must be no mistakes!" ”

Zhang Zongchang was silent for a moment and said, "I know." ”

Shangguan Wan'er nodded and said, "Go ahead, the queen of heaven has been waiting for you for a long time, although you don't have Feng Xiaobao's capital, but the queen of heaven likes this face." ”

She reached out and stroked Zhang Zongchang's handsome and dusty face, with a hint of obsession in her eyes.

This is indeed a face that makes it difficult for a woman to refuse, and even the high diva will never forget this face.

Zhang Zongchang's breathing became more and more rapid.

It's not that he was fascinated by Shangguan Wan'er, in fact, although this woman is beautiful, he is as afraid as a snake and scorpion, and what makes him breathe quickly is the burning pain on his face.

Drops of black liquid were forced out, Zhang Zongchang screamed miserably, covered his face and kept rolling on the ground, very embarrassed.

"How is that possible?"

Shangguan Wan'er's pupils were shocked, and she said incredulously.

Fight the face of a thousand people, make a person's face.

This magical power called painted skin comes from the "Book of People" by Ming Geling, she has never made a mistake since she learned it, why did she have an accident this time.

Shangguan Wan'er, who has always been smart, didn't think of an answer this time until a voice sounded.

"Flesh and blood can be fought, but how can wood be fought?"

"Who is it?"

Shangguan Wan'er turned around and looked at it, and suddenly felt a shock in her heart.

I saw a white-clothed figure in the room, leaning lazily against the window, drinking the wine in the gourd, with a chic and elegant temperament, indescribably suave.

Immediately afterwards, Shangguan Wan'er saw that those beautiful young men who had already died turned into wood one after another.

Zhang Zongchang on the ground also buckled wooden blocks on his face, dripping with blood.

Oh no, I've been tricked!

Shangguan Wan'er's reaction was very fast, and she immediately took out a lot of delusional charms and typed them out easily.

"This person knows the secret of the Queen of Heaven, and he must not stay, kill him!"

With her order, the palace maid with the plum blossom tattoo on her wrist had a murderous look in her eyes, and with a wave of her sleeves, sixteen flying knives flew out in a row!

Sou! Sou! Sou!

The flying knife was spiritual, twisted and turned, and it was coated with deadly poison, stabbing towards Li Daoxuan like a net.

In the face of this terrifying flying knife supernatural power, Li Daoxuan didn't look at it, he seemed to have drunk too much, and couldn't help but burp.

The sound was like thunder, and the smell of wine rushed straight to the sky, like a thirteen-level wind, blowing the entire crane control prison rumbling, and the bricks and tiles sounded in unison.

Sixteen throwing knives were swept upside down by the wind and thrust densely into the palace maid, nailing her directly to the wall, like a hedgehog.

The blood that flowed out was jet black, which showed the poison of the flying knife.

Li Daoxuan shook his head and sighed: "Self-inflicted, you can't live." ”

He raised his eyes, looked at Shangguan Wan'er, who had fled towards the night sky, shook his head and smiled, and said lightly: "Come back." ”

The sound is not loud, but there is an inexplicable majesty, which seems to be in harmony with the avenue, attracting the earth, water, wind and fire.

After cultivating the Earth Fairyland, Li Daoxuan has also improved a lot in the great magic power of mediation and creation, no longer limited to painting, and already has a sense of following his words.

Then Shangguan Wan'er, who was about to escape, seemed to have become a marionette, crying and mourning, and flew back in the night sky.

She tried her best to resist, but to her horror, her body did not obey the call at all, and obediently flew to the side of the man in white, like a sheep returning to the tiger.

At this moment, the most favored female official around the queen, Shangguan Wan'er, who is known as the prime minister in history, has a pretty face like sweat, and her heart is desperate.

This person's cultivation is simply unfathomable!

The palace maid beside her is the best of the plum blossom internal guards, practicing the magic power of the Moon Slashing Flying Knife, and she was specially sent by the Queen of Heaven to protect her, and her hands have been stained with the blood of several Yin God Realms.

However, in front of this person, there is even a face...... No, he said that he was lifting her in person, but the other party just hiccuped, broke the moon slashing knife, and said casually that he came back, and he came back obediently after having escaped hundreds of zhang.

Such cultivation, such supernatural powers, even if she follows the queen of heaven and is well-informed, she has never heard of it.

Even if it is the Great Pavilion Leader Ming Chongyan, he will never have such a ability!

"Senior, you are a god, why do you want to be like a little palace maid with me?"

She said pitifully.

"You're not an ordinary palace maid."

Li Daoxuan took the dagger in her hand, roamed over the skin on her face, and said lightly: "Shangguan Wan'er, do you like to cut other people's faces?" ”

Shangguan Wan'er said anxiously: "Senior, I have been a slave in the court since I was a child, and everything I do is obey orders, otherwise I will be the one who dies, and I have no choice......"

Li Daoxuan looked at her pleading eyes and said lightly: "If you want to live, help me do one thing." ”

……

Zichen Palace.

Wu Zetian dealt with the twists and turns, frowning slightly.

Why hasn't Zhang Zongchang come yet?

At this moment, Shangguan Wan'er walked in, her face pale, holding a long wooden box in her hand, walking on thin ice.

"Wan'er, what's so disrespectful?"

Wu Zetian was a little strange, Shangguan Wan'er was cultivated by her own hands, she has always been smart and calm, and she has never been so out of shape.

Shangguan Wan'er didn't speak, but opened the wooden box tremblingly.

When he saw the contents of the box clearly, Wu Zetian's mind turned white, like being struck by lightning.

It was the same thing that had brought her so much joy that it had made her fascinated, but now it was lying in a bloody box.

……

Control Crane Supervisor.

Feng Xiaobao's crotch was bleeding and he had passed out.

The treasure he was so proud of was forever a thing of the past.

…… (End of chapter)