As Zhang Baisui spoke, in the distance, an unbelievable triple question suddenly came:

"Captain Zhang, what did you say?"

"You're not kidding?"

"We've only been gone for less than half an hour, how did the barracks become like this?"

The person who spoke was Wei Anguo.

Everyone looked up, but saw that above the sky, two flying eagles were soaring, and the claws below were grasping Wei Anguo and Xin Longzi.

The two-headed eagle releases its talons.

Wei Anguo then fell to the ground, and he first glanced around the military camp, which was more than two or three hundred zhang wide, and all of them were damaged to varying degrees.

Some of these areas, such as the barracks where Sima Lun was located, were reduced to ruins, and the magma hardened into stone and covered with stones.

Such a terrifying scene, even if Wei Anguo personally took action, it is extremely difficult to do.

"W-who's doing this?"

Wei Anguo was secretly frightened, walked quickly in front of Zhang Baisui, and asked with a solemn face:

"Captain Zhang, what happened?"

Zhang Baisui quickly regained his usual calm, and said in a deep voice:

"There is a Wuhou level powerhouse suddenly made a move, trying to assassinate Sima Gongzi, I can't resist it, I was seriously injured, although Jiang Xiaowei returned in time, but the strength of the Wuhou powerhouse is too strong......"

In simple terms.

It is the two of them who combined and packaged "Jiang Chen" and "Sima Lun" to become loyal people who sacrificed their lives to the country.

Not only can it cover up the assassination, but it can also protect Jiang Chen's reputation, as well as obtain a better "good name" to protect the ghost.

After listening to Zhang Baisui's words, Xin Longzi next to him sighed:

"God is jealous of talents!"

"With Captain Jiang's talent, he should have the hope of being a martial artist, but it's a pity, it's a pity."

Wei Anguo still remembered the kindness of the western plough, shook his head and sighed:

"That's fine."

"I originally wanted to wait until the counterinsurgency was over, and then I suggested to Prime Minister Sima that Jiang Chen be appointed as a general and control thousands of soldiers belonging to Liu Chuanzhi."

"...... Now"

Wei Anguo also couldn't help but feel deep regret:

"I can only be Captain Jiang, and after his death, I will be posthumously named a partial general, hoping that he can live a second life in the underworld."

Soon.

Xin Longzi and Wei Anguo jointly played the song, wrote the murder of Jiang Chen and Sima Lun, wrote it into the recital, and handed it over to the messenger.

At most, ten days will be able to reach Yujing City.

…………

The vernal equinox is the fourth solar term after the beginning of spring. In many places, there is a family habit of eating "spring vegetables", or wild amaranth, or shepherd's cabbage, and the same is true of Yujing City.

Inside the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Sima Zhongda took a group of grandchildren, Sima Yan, Sima You, Sima Zhao and others, running around the back garden, reaching out to collect the "gifts of nature" growing in the grass and enjoying the joy of family.

The moment of sunset.

The future Emperor Wu of Jin, the current young grandson Sima Yan, held dozens of taels of shepherd's cabbage in his hand, and said proudly:

"Taigong, my grandson has picked a lot."

Compared with Sima Zhao, the "little minister" who has long learned to hide clumsy, his grandson Sima Yan is still relatively immature, with an expression of asking for praise from the princess.

"Yes, that's good!"

Sima Zhongda stroked his beard, he was in a very happy mood, and the thing he was most proud of was that he was good at giving birth and had many children and grandchildren.

In fact.

The more powerful the warriors, the more difficult it is to give birth, and the demise of many martial marquis families is almost because of the heirs.

However, Sima Zhongda and his wife and concubines gave birth to nine sons and two daughters one after another, which greatly increased the capital of marriage and family inheritance.

The Sima family also prospered and became the first family in Zhongzhou.

"Taigong, is it okay to eat dumplings stuffed with shepherd's cabbage and meat tonight?"

Sima Yan said with anticipation on his face:

"I heard that there is a man named Jiang Chen, who offered flour, which can be kneaded into dough and made into all kinds of delicacies, and the kitchen boasted to his grandson that they could break the vegetables and meat and stir them together, and then wrap them in the dough, put them into hot water and roll them for a stick of incense time, scoop them out, pour them into the lard soup, and then sprinkle some shallots, which is a delicacy."

Hearing this, many of the Sima grandchildren present all moved their index fingers.

Sima Zhongda smiled and said:

"Okay, on the night of the spring equinox, it's time for the reunion, just make dumplings!"

"Ah Gong Shengming!"

All the grandchildren cheered in unison.

In the Prime Minister's Mansion, there was peace.

It didn't take long for the servants to carry bowls of hot dumplings with shepherd's cabbage and meat to the front hall and set them on the table.

Seeing the greedy appearance of many grandchildren, Sima Zhongda was in a very good mood, enjoying the happiness and joy brought by family affection, and said with a smile:

"A bunch of little gluttonous cats, let's eat it!"

"Please eat first!"

All the grandchildren picked up the fast son together, but they still maintained their respect and asked Sima Zhongda to move the fast son first.

"Good, good."

Sima Zhongda's mood became more and more happy, and he reached out to pick up the shepherd's cabbage and meat dumplings on the plate.

Right now.

The unexpected happened!

An old man guarding the ancestral hall of the Sima family ran out with a frightened face and shouted loudly: "Xiangye, it's not good, it's not good!" ”

Sima Zhongda was shocked in his heart, and faintly had a hint of foreboding, but he had an extremely high camouflage instinct, and still maintained a deep majesty, frowned slightly, and coldly scolded:

"What a system!"

"Even if Mount Tai collapses in front of him, the people of my Sima family should not change their faces; Even if the precious nine-colored deer appears in the world, it should look ahead and not move the road in your heart! ”

The corner of the guard's old man's mouth twitched, and he reluctantly spoke:

"Xiangye, Young Master Lun's soul lamp is extinguished......"

"What?"

Hearing this, Sima Zhongda's heart was shocked, his expression changed wildly, his qi and blood surged, and even the shepherd's cabbage and meat dumplings that were sandwiched by the fast son fell to the ground unconsciously.

The huge front hall was silent.

Hearing such shocking news, everyone dared not come out.

Everyone in the Sima family knows one thing very well - although Sima Lun's talent is limited, he is extremely good at pleasing the head of the family.

Extremely important!

When they heard that Sima Lun had even extinguished the soul lamp, everyone present could feel the deep pain hidden under Sima Zhongda's solemn expression.

On the night of the spring equinox, enjoying the joy of family, the pain of losing a child, even if it is an iron-faced and ruthless emperor, he will secretly feel sad!

After counting the interest.

With his deep qi and blood, Sima Zhongda forcibly pressed his face into an ordinary appearance, and asked coldly:

"Are you mistaken?"

"Lun'er has an artifact to protect his body, and he is in the Qingliang army, even if it is the assassin Wuhou Jishengtu, he will never have such ability!"

Knowing the son is more than the father.

Who is Sima Lun?

Not long ago, he was recognized by the quasi-artifact-Shao Zhengmao's pen, and planned to recapture another quasi-artifact for the Sima family, the Zhibo Bone Wine Cup;

Practicing the superior swordsmanship - the thousand-year-old sword drawing technique, the longer the sword is accumulated, the more terrifying the power it bursts out;

Buddha and demon are one, born with two souls, even if they are killed by Hongwu himself, they can escape half of their souls and quickly recover.

These three conditions, even if you want to die, are extremely difficult.

"Who can kill my son?"

Sima Zhongda was sad in his heart, got up Mu Ran, and walked slowly to a library called "Luohe Collection".

This is a secret place for Prime Minister David to quickly communicate with Luojiao, and once it is exposed, it will ruin the Sima family, so it is rarely used.

Soon.

Sima Zhongda walked into the library, clenched his fingers, and asked the shadow in a sad and cold tone:

"My son Sima Lun, who killed him?"

When you speak.

Sima Zhongda recalled many enemies.

But in fact, the vast majority of enemies were secretly killed by him to death, and there would never be a Wuhou-level enemy who lived in the Yang World......

Guards?

It is impossible, this person is a loyal old dog of the meritorious group, and it is impossible to kill the minister appointed by the Son of Heaven.

Besides, he is just a newly promoted demon general, an ordinary martial artist.

Family planning slaughter?

More unlikely.

His cooperation with the Luo Sect is known to only a few people, including the Luo Sect Leader and the two Deputy Sect Leaders.

Since it is already known that it is the Dragon King Temple, it is most reasonable for the water to flow elsewhere......

Xin Longzi? Or Cao Shuang?

It's all possible.

Sima Zhongda's eyes were cold, and he secretly believed that the murderer of his beloved son must be one of these two veteran martial artists.

In the shadows, it seemed that he had already guessed Sima Zhongda's purpose, and quickly cracked a slight gap, and slowly made a sound:

"The Prime Minister's Day mourns."

"As far as I know, it should be a Qingzhou lieutenant named Jiang Chen, who killed your son."

"Who?"

Sima Zhongda's expression changed slightly, and he was even more incredulous:

"This person is just a general, even if he can defeat several generals in Loulan, but he is just a prestige under Wuhou, where does he have such ability to kill my son?"

Yumen Pass and Yujing City are separated by tens of thousands of miles, and the transmission of many messages often takes months of time.

Therefore, in Sima Zhongda's memory.

Jiang Chen was just lucky to pick the fruits of the victory of the Qingzhou Army, although he was called the Qingzhou general, but it was only a general.

is much weaker than ordinary Wuhou.

Voices from the shadows:

"A few days ago, your son Sima Lun didn't know who was bewitched and decided to kill Jiang Chen."

"So he set a trap and invited you into the urn, but he didn't really understand the horror of that power, and as a result, he ...... with Jiang Chen."

Hearing this, Sima Zhongda's eyes flickered slightly.

How long has it been since the last time I received news from the Qingzhou Army?

Half a month?

One month?

Jiang Chen is so powerful?

It's unbelievably fast!

"This fang must be stifled as soon as possible!"

In the library building, Sima Zhongda first closed his eyes in pain, looking sad, and then paced back and forth on the floor, thinking about various methods of attack and killing.

But what I didn't expect was that the shadows suddenly spoke:

"Jiang Chen and your son are all dead together, and their souls are scattered, neither left in the world, nor fallen into the underworld."

Sima Zhongda felt tightness in his chest and couldn't speak: "......"

Many of the schemes he had just conceived had become the blind man's lamplight—in vain.

At last.

In the shadows, the gap widened, and a bronze coffin fell.

"Your son's corpse hides too many secrets, and it is not suitable to stay in Liangzhou, so I brought it back for the prime minister."

Sima Zhongda nodded in agreement, took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and lifted the lid of the bronze coffin, and the situation inside suddenly made his Tong Kong shrink suddenly, his eyes flashed with hatred, and he shouted angrily:

"Jiang Chen!"

"The old man wants to break your body into ten thousand pieces!"

In the coffin, Sima Lun's body had been cut into mud by thousands of knives.

The death was horrific.

Any father who sees his son like this must be furious!

Of course, compared with the monstrous sins committed by Sima Lao, the retribution at the level of the loss of a child is only one in a billion.

…………

Underworld.

An old man with a long beard sits on the banks of the River Styx, holding a fishing rod in his hand, like an ordinary angler.

But in fact.

He is the master of the Luo Sect, and the fishing rod in his hand is the quasi-divine soldier who almost killed Jiang Chen-the old mother's fishing spirit rod.

The bearded old man looked up at the sky, remembering hundreds of years ago.

At that time, he was just one of the advance team members of the Cangsheng Spirit Realm, shuttling through hundreds of millions of miles of void to the Kyushu world.

During the long journey into the Void, the advance party shuttled to a cold void, and he looked at one of the windows, and the terrible sight he had glimpsed was called ......

Nine dragons pull the coffin!

That scene.

Let him remember it vividly and vividly.

The coffin is nearly 72 zhang long, equivalent to the height of more than 20 floors, and is purely cast in bronze.

There seem to be lines of square text carved on it, but I don't know how many years it has been drifting in the void, and it has long been unclear.

What frightened the demons even more was that.

At the front end of the bronze coffin, nine black iron cables were fastened, extremely thick, almost as wide as a grinding disc, and the things they were bound to,

It's nine gigantic dragon corpses!

It's shocking.

What kind of terrifying existence is it that is qualified to sleep in the Endless Void, in the bronze coffin......

…………

Deep in the Void.

Darkness and depth are its background colors.

Some people also call it the astral plane.

Merely.

In the vast astral realm, only a few hundred stars shine brightly.

Such as the purple micro star, the sun star, the Taiyin star, the twenty-eight constellations, the Tiangang star, the earth evil star, and the three stars of killing the wolf that Jiang Chen once felt.

They all release light wantonly, domineering, atmospheric, and exude an awe-inspiring and inviolable immortal majesty.

But in the endless darkness, most of the stars have taken the initiative to hide their coordinates, and it is difficult to find them, just like a dark forest.

Right now.

An unknown void.

That is, a certain void where the Lord of the Luo Sect once shuttled.

A bronze ancient coffin suddenly shone with a glimmer of light, shooting towards a hidden star somewhere that was not too far away, and then, the light turned back, bringing back wisps of cyan spiritual power.

In other words, it belongs to the spiritual power of the Captain of the Wilderness.

Ultimately.

All of them were poured into the coffin.

Not much.

Inside the coffin, there was a faint sound.

"It hurts!"

"It hurts!"

"It's fucking painful to be burned alive by magma!"

In the misty lake, Jiang Chen felt terrible pain all over his body, as if he had an extremely long nightmare.

He worked hard to gain a firm foothold in a world called "Kyushu", met many people, and had the relatively good nickname of "Qingzhou General".

As for what "Hundred Generals of Baked Cakes" and "Killing Bow Captains", they don't exist, he has never heard these words.

Eventually, hot lava fell from the sky and burned him to ashes......

"Grass!"

"If those were dreams, wouldn't I have to go to work tomorrow?!"

Think of it.

Jiang Chen's mind exploded, he straightened his waist and sat up on the spot, then opened his eyes, looked at the darkness around him, and completely got rid of the half-dreaming and half-awake state.

This also means:

He was resurrected.