The second master of the Tang family walked towards the imperial city.

This was his first time in the palace, but he was very familiar with the palace, whether it was the Heavenly Dao Killing Machine Formation or other mechanism formations, it couldn't make him hesitate for a moment.

After a short time, the green shirt disappeared into the night, and when it reappeared, it was already in front of Lingyan Pavilion.

The stone staircase near him was very long, leading into the night dome, as if it could be climbed to the sky.

For many, the Lingyan Pavilion and the long staircase are the most spectacular and beautiful buildings in the palace.

But for the second master of the Tang family, this stone staircase and the single building on the high place are the most ugly buildings in the palace.

In his opinion, Lingyan Pavilion and this long staircase and the architectural style of the palace could not be integrated at all, it was too new, and it was too conspicuous.

"It's really the nouveau riche aesthetic. ”

He said with a slight sneer, and walked up the long steps.

Before coming to Lingyan Pavilion, he didn't show any caution, and directly pushed the door and walked in, looking too calm and calm.

Liang Wangsun sat on the ground in the middle of the Lingyan Pavilion, quietly looking at the closed window, not knowing what he was thinking.

His blood is still flowing, entering the streets of Kyoto through the light of the daytime fireworks.

"Emperor Taizong's transformation of the Emperor's Diagram is not thorough, some problems cannot be solved, if you persist like this, the blood will be drained quickly. ”

The second master of the Tang family walked into the Lingyan Pavilion, looked at the portraits on the walls around him, tapped his palm with a folding fan, and shook his head.

Liang Wangsun raised his head, looked at him and said, "Who are you?"

The second master of the Tang family said calmly: "My surname is Tang, line two. ”

Liang Wangsun's expression was slightly condensed, and he said, "It turned out to be the second master of the Tang family." ”

The second master of the Tang family laughed silently, as if he felt very happy because he felt that celebrities like Liang Wangsun also knew about it.

Then his smile suddenly disappeared, and he said expressionlessly: "Since the prince knows me, then you should also know that you are not my opponent." ”

Liang Wangsun looked at him quietly and said, "Others don't know how terrible the second master of the Tang family is, how can I not know, but now that I am connected with the Emperor's Divine Soul, how can you move me?"

The eyes of the second master of the Tang family fell on him.

A bright, golden aura loomed over Liang Wangsun's body.

He sat in the Lingyan Pavilion, but he blended in with the imperial chariot in Kyoto.

Any attack on him can be regarded as an attack on the Emperor's Diagram, and will be relentlessly counterattacked by the Emperor's Diagram.

But if you don't make a move on Liang Wangsun, how can you separate him from Huang Yuantu?

The second master of the Tang family laughed silently again, his appearance should have been a little funny, but in the bright Lingyan Pavilion that was like daylight, it looked particularly terrifying.

He didn't even look at Liang Wangsun, he walked directly to the one with the only four beams and pillars in the Lingyan Pavilion facing east, took out something from his sleeve, and then inserted it between the beams and pillars.

Liang Wangsun looked at this scene, his expression changed suddenly, he wanted to do something, but he couldn't get up.

An extremely ancient aura overflowed from the palm of the second master of the Tang family, followed that thing, directly into the beams and pillars, and then continued to go deeper, over the long stone steps, into a place under the palace, and then through those secret passages and canals that no one knew, towards the four directions of Kyoto.

There was a breeze in the Lingyan Pavilion, a slight humming sound sounded, and the bright light dimmed instantly!

The Demon Artifact White Sun Fireworks were extinguished like this!

Liang Wangsun's blood fell down the tiger's mouth onto the fireworks of the white sun, and could no longer be absorbed, but continued to drip to the ground.

An extremely painful snort burst out from his lips!

His soul was separated from the Emperor's Soul in this way, and although he was not attacked by all the formations, this forcible detachment still caused him extremely serious internal injuries!

Just after that muffled grunt of pain, blood spilled from the corners of his lips.

Liang Wangsun's face became extremely pale, his hand holding the fireworks of the white sun trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of shock.

He looked at the second master of the Tang family in disbelief and said, "How do you know the Formation Pivot and the Divine Law!"

The second master of the Tang family's palm slowly left the beam, took out a hand towel from his sleeve, and carefully wiped off the remaining sawdust in his palm.

There was an extra bronze artifact on the beam, most of which were embedded in it, and only the top layer remained, which looked like an eye.

An extremely old eye.

"Not long ago, I said to a junior that I must learn to be in awe, and the most worthy of awe in my Tang family is history. He looked at Liang Wangsun and said, "Whether it is the Chen family or your Liang family, they all think that this big array in Kyoto belongs to you, but you have forgotten that this big array ...... It was repaired by our Tang family. ”

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In the autumn forest of Kyowa-en, the statue of the former sage carved from black stone slowly re-sinks towards the ground, and the wet soil surface regrows yellowish grass at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The crack in the middle of Hongju South Street slowly closed again, and the scorching breath that overflowed from the depths was gradually isolated, and the wind gradually became stronger, whistling non-stop, as if it was a desperate howl.

In the courtyard north of the white paper mill, the decaying buildings have not been restored, but the clear water in the canals is flowing back into the half-collapsed well.

On the surface of the mound in the north of Jiangong, the green pines stood up again from the soil, the white bones and corpses were covered, the lightning kept falling, the golden luster that rose to the sky was stained again by the breath of resentment, and it was no longer majestic and sacred, everything was silent, and it was still a big tomb that no one knew!

The light that overflowed from the Lingyan Pavilion suddenly disappeared and returned to the night, just like the past thousand years.

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The forest that enveloped the whole of Kyoto gradually dissipated between heaven and earth.

The commotion that had been suppressed for a long time in the night was gradually coming to the surface.

The king of Louyang hid in the mansion outside the palace with anxiety, and the rest of the Chen family princes rushed to the old mansion of their protégés who were familiar to them and their fathers.

The temples of the Great Zhou Dynasty were in a strange quiet, and they didn't know what would happen later.

The Qingteng Courtyard was also in absolute silence, and both the imperial cavalry and the state cavalry had already evacuated and gone to places where the situation was more tense.

No one knew that Zhuang Zhilian, the dean of the Heavenly Dao Academy, was in the mansion of the Ministry of Rites at this time.

In the Battle of Naihe Bridge, the Ministry of Rites Shangshu, who only showed his true tendencies, had a high prestige in the court, so although he had worked very hard in the past year, the Holy Queen Niangniang did not directly drive him out of the court like she did with other courtiers, and even gave him death.

I don't know if it's because of this, his attitude is not as intense as many people think.

"If you can not die, it is better not to die, if you can die less, you will die less. ”

The Ministry of Rites Shangshu took out a very thick stack of paper from his sleeve, handed it to Zhuang Zhilian, and said: "I have been guarding the court for more than 200 years, guarding the clouds and the moon, waiting for not a once to gain power, blood flowing, for Niangniang, I have respect for the righteousness, for those courtiers, I also have compassion, not everyone is Zhou Tong, they are all Cheng Jun, they are all thieves." ”

Since Zhuang Moult killed himself, Dean Zhuang, who lost his only son, has become more silent, and tonight is no exception.

He took the stack of papers, glanced at the names of the people on it, turned around and walked out of the house, without promising anything to the Ministry of Rites.

The Ministry of Rites Shangshu looked at his back and sighed, knowing that after tonight, whether the Holy Queen Niangniang won or his own victory, he would inevitably usher in an extremely tragic situation.

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Tonight in Kyoto, the situation is extremely tense, but it is also very strange.

Some of the forces that could have enough influence on the situation tonight have never made their voices heard.

The silence of the palace may indicate that the Pope is still hesitating, like a pot of green leaves, still swaying.

The Tenkai family, which has been in business in Kyoto for many years and has great power in both the military and the court...... Why is it still silent?

In the night around the Tianhai family's mansion and manor, there were at least more than 10,000 cavalry hidden, and there were many strong cultivators, who swept through the air from time to time.

These cavalry and cultivators are all forces controlled by the Tianhai family, and the problem is that these forces should have appeared in the palace at this time, appeared in the palaces, appeared in the palaces, and appeared in the palaces of the imperial courts, and should not have stayed here, and they have been going on for a long time, and there is no sign of dispatch.

The so-called silence is actually only external, and a lot of things have happened inside the Tianhai family's mansion and manor.

Those things were bloody and cruel, because the two sides of the fight were clansmen, family members, relatives, father and son......

The blood on the ground in the court was particularly dazzling under the illumination of the lamp.

Tianhai Shengxue squinted her eyes, still feeling a wave of disgust in her chest, and a little dizzy.

During this period of time, news came one after another, and some of the younger generation of the Tianhai family who did not obey the order and insisted on sending troops were extremely ruthlessly suppressed by the power of the head of the family.

Several of his cousins should have been subdued or even killed at this time.

His own brother, just now, was cut off by his father in front of his eyes.

"Why?"

He raised his head, looked at his father, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Why do you want to do this?"

"What, why?"

In the empty lobby, the chair seemed extremely lonely, and Tianhai Seungwu also looked lonely when he sat in the chair, but this did not make his expression change in any way.

He looked at his son and asked with a blank face, "What do you really want to know?"

"There's a lot I want to know!"

Tianhai Shengxue shouted angrily: "What the hell are you going to do!"

After the turmoil and bloody suppression in the first half of the night, there was no one in the room at this time, only their father and son, and the loneliness was somewhat palpitating.

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(And the leader is sick, don't want to have a cold, I feel a pain all over my body, this holiday is called a good one, I hope to get better as soon as possible, and it will not affect the work in the next few days.) ）