"It was too late, and I slashed at the Southern Xinjiang Holy Maiden, and guess what?"

In the Inspectorate, Tianjitang Teahouse, Chen Yue'an crossed Erlang's legs and told the envoys of the deputy capital gathered here about the dangers of the trip to southern Xinjiang.

"What's wrong?" In addition to Shen Sitang, several other deputy envoys asked in unison.

On this trip to southern Xinjiang, the Inspectorate actually went to three people, Mu Huaichuan and Chen Yue'an, and Wei Jiuyuan.

The reason why Shen Sitang is not so curious is because she had already heard it once yesterday, and as a person who goes to work every day, she reluctantly listened to it again in order to be gregarious.

However, she found that the plot seemed to be a little different from what she heard yesterday.

Chen Yue'an deliberately paused for a moment, and only after making a full suspense did he say, "It turns out that the saintess of Southern Xinjiang is an old witch wearing human skin."

"Huh?"

"Really, I've seen it with my own eyes with Mu Huaichuan and Wei Jiuyuan, isn't the Holy Maiden of Southern Xinjiang intoxicated? Beneath the intoxicated skin is an old woman with all her hair gone, loose skin, and a rickety figure, whose palace has been served by us, and the letters between the prince and her have been found by us in the palace of the Holy Maiden."

Hu Zhonglun was curious: "Boss, if the Holy Daughter of Southern Xinjiang is an old woman, wouldn't she have lived for many years?"

"Hmm." Chen Yue'an nodded: "I guess there has been only one Southern Xinjiang Holy Maiden from beginning to end, and this old witch has lived for more than eight hundred years."

Zeng Shiting hurriedly asked, "What about the king of southern Xinjiang? It's the Gu King who fought against the Demon Clan with Emperor Tianyuan, the Holy Maiden has lived for more than eight hundred years, is the Gu King dead?"

Chen Yue'an scratched his head: "This ......"

Zhuo Xicheng pushed Zeng Shiting: "Don't be embarrassed, don't they go to the Holy Maiden Palace this time, it's good to bring evidence from the Holy Maiden Palace, how many secrets do you want them to know?" Besides, if they see the Gu King, will they have the life to come back?"

Shen Sitang agreed with this very much, nodded and said, "What Brother Zhuo said makes sense."

Chen Yue'an was energetic again: "It's just that we haven't seen the Gu King, and we don't know if he is the one from eight hundred years ago, or if he has changed to a new Gu King."

Everyone chatted in the tearoom all morning, and after lunch, they took a nap, and with the drills practiced by the officials, only Shen Sitang and Chen Yue'an were left in the tearoom, sorting out the dossier about the prince together.

Jun Shaoheng's case is over, and the file should be sorted out, Shen Sitang is the main person in charge of this matter, so she is in charge, and Chen Yuean took the initiative to help.

Shen Sitang asked the long-standing doubts: "Brother Chen, the human skin of the Holy Maiden of Southern Xinjiang, did you cut it or did you cut it by Youyushi?" Why did you both say you cut her?"

Chen Yue'an froze, his face was a little ugly, and he said angrily, "Mu Huaichuan said that he cut it?"

"That's right."

"It's shameless." Chen Yue'an snorted: "Why are you so faceless, it's obvious that the two of us cut it together."

The corners of Shen Sitang's mouth twitched: "Then you two didn't say that they cut it together, it's even?"

Chen Yue'an was indignant.

Shen Sitang asked curiously, "So what's going on?"

Chen Yue'an pursed his lips and told the truth: "That old demon woman is very thick-skinned, we fought with her for three days and three nights, her tricks you have seen, that golden silk is really powerful, you almost can't see us." ….

Shen Sitang opened his mouth slightly: "It's so thrilling?"

Chen Yue'an nodded: "She trapped us in the golden silk, we have no water and no food, and we have to fight with her, exhaustion is inevitable."

Shen Sitang's face was worried: "Then how did you break his golden silk in the end?"

"Someone helped us, to be honest, we don't know who that person is until now, it may be those people, I haven't seen it and I don't know, anyway, there are people from our Yan Dynasty in Southern Xinjiang, and their strength is not low, they seem to have a special way to break this golden silk, and the saint of Southern Xinjiang is only powerful in the golden silk, and if she breaks this golden silk, she is not our opponent."

In the past, Chen Yue'an and Mu Huaichuan were both at the peak of the Xuan level, and they were still intoxicated

In their eyes, now that both of them have been promoted to the Martial Sect, it is not easy for the Southern Xinjiang Holy Maiden to deal with them.

Shen Sitang fell into deep thought, someone helped them, and they still knew how to break the golden silk?

Could it be the one who feasted at the king's court?

"What do you think?"

"Huh?"

"What's wrong?" Chen Yue'an looked at her with a smile: "The soul is not going to give up."

Shen Sitang shook his head: "It's nothing, I'm thinking about something, Brother Chen, did you say that the Gu King of Southern Xinjiang was the previous Gu King?"

Chen Yue'an shook his head: "Who knows? I think, since the Holy Maiden of Southern Xinjiang can live for so long, it is very likely that the Gu King of Southern Xinjiang is still alive, otherwise why would Southern Xinjiang have been eyeing our Yan Dynasty for so many years, is it so unwilling?"

"Then you say, what kind of cultivation is he doing now?"

Chen Yue'an thought for a while: "I think it, if the Southern Xinjiang Gu King is really alive, then Xiu Wei must be able to easily destroy us, but he has never made a move, and there are only two possibilities, either the Southern Xinjiang Gu King has been replaced, or the other party has been injured and has not recovered after eight hundred years.

Speaking of this, Chen Yue'an seemed to think of something, and suddenly sighed.

Shen Sitang looked at him.

Chen Yue'an said, "I suddenly thought of a question, the saint of Southern Xinjiang has lived for many years, right? Why is her strength not as good as ours? Judging from the situation this time, her strength should be above us, but because I joined forces with Mu Huaichuan, plus Wei Jiu Kite, she can't beat it, but it shouldn't be, she has lived for so long."

Shen Sitang couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Chen Yue'an means that an old monster like the Holy Maiden of Southern Xinjiang can crush them no matter how you say it, and you can't live in vain after living for so long.

Shen Sitang's eyes lit up: "Brother Chen, do you say that although the Holy Maiden of Southern Xinjiang is immortal, for some reason, her strength has been suppressed, or she has stagnated, or her power has been stolen..."

At this, her eyes widened sharply.

Chen Yue'an had the same reaction as her, and the two of them said in unison: "Gu King!"

Shen Sitang looked at Chen Yue'an's appearance and laughed, "Brother Chen, really, don't stare at you."

Chen Yue'an cut and widened his eyes: "I'll just stare at you, you sing, sing it and let me listen to it, I always think it's quite fun."

Shen Sitang laughed: "Brother Chen, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, let's... Let's get down to business."

"Say, tell me why you didn't go to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, what? Quarreled with him?"

Shen Sitang was stunned, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "Aren't we talking about the Southern Xinjiang Gu Clan?"

Chen Yue'an said as a matter of course, "Who made you laugh at my big eyes, I can't retaliate back?"

The corners of Shen Sitang's mouth twitched, yes, this is hurting each other with her.

Knowing the return of the goose