Jiulingtai is towering like a hill, thousands of stone steps extend upward, and at the top end, there is a bronze statue of a giant bird in the sky.

It is the place of worship of the relatives of Emperor Zhao, and it is also the holy place of the annual sacrifice to the heavens.

At the lower end of the Nine Spirits Platform, there were eight huge copper furnaces, and at this moment, one of them was already on fire, and the surging flames were spewing heat waves, and the sparks were swimming in the middle.

Even if Ning Baoshui's corpse was covered with a white cloth, he could still see the tragic state of decomposing flesh and blood and white bones and sores.

Song glanced at the pair of young girls behind him, the girl frowned, her heart should be extremely painful, and the young man who dared to speak wildly, seeing this living scene, must not have any more ridiculous thoughts, right?

It's just that Song Fang carefully observed Ning Changchang for a while, but he couldn't see too much emotion on his face.

Oh, pretend to be calm.

Song Fang just wanted to say a few words, but saw Ning Changjiu walking over and bowing slightly to the corpse, which was regarded as a salute.

Ning Xiaoling looked at him nervously, followed with a hard head, closed his eyes, and bowed to an old thing that he hated very much in his heart.

Song folded his hands in front of his abdomen, and the sleeves of his robe were lowered.

Now that there are often large and small wars breaking out between Zhao and Jin, it is not overnight that lives are devastated, so when he looks at this pair of senior brothers and sisters, he can't feel any compassion in his heart, and he just wants to send them away as soon as possible.

In his thoughts, Ning Changjiu had already walked up to him and said, "Let's go." ”

Song Fang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this young man had given up after all, he naturally wouldn't say anything sarcastic, but said, "Someone will send you later." ”

Ning Changjiu shook his head: "Lord Song, I mean to go to the Little General's Mansion." ”

Song's face changed drastically: "What did you say?"

Ning Changchang said: "Last night was not peaceful, there was an abnormality in the Little General's Mansion, and the deceased should be the son of General Wang Yanyu." ”

"Who told you that?" Song asked.

Ning Chang said: "Deduction calculation." ”

Song Bian didn't speak, but his eyes when he looked at the young man in front of him had changed: "It's a little interesting." ”

Ning Chang looked at him quietly.

After a while, Song Fang took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "You come with me." ”

......

In the Little General's Mansion, the servants were lined up, and several guards stood with their swords, their brows tightly locked, and they were a little afraid.

"Since the death of General Wang Yanyu, the little general has placed a lot of Buddha statues at home, today the little general as always worship incense, after worshipping three times, his head plopped on the ground, has not gotten up, the maid felt wrong, went to see him, and then smelled blood...... His neck had been sliced open, and his chest was not seriously wounded, but it was oozing blood, which was faintly in the shape of a strange bird through his clothes. ”

"Sparrows?"

"Yes, this is the fifth person, and all the dead will have this blood mark on their chests, including the Taoist priest who invited them to do the Dharma. ”

"Has anything like this ever happened before?"

"Nope. ”

"What happened twenty days ago?"

Song Fang looked at this childish and handsome young man, and his expression was a little displeased, "Young man, you may have learned some skills by practicing with your master, but no one can save you in vain." ”

While speaking, Song Fang had already crossed the threshold with him and walked towards the little general's mansion, Ning Xiaoling followed behind them, lowering his head and not daring to interject.

At the end of the plasma, in front of the solemn golden Buddha statue, a young man with a sturdy figure but had long been cut off kneeling, looking from behind, the skin on his neck was rotting as if it had been splashed with hot water.

Ning Xiaoling covered her mouth and nose and couldn't help but take two steps back.

Ning Chang walked up to him, squatted down, and tore off the shirt on his chest without changing his face, the strange strange bird pattern was made up of countless tiny red dots, which seemed to be the marks of thousands of needles.

Ning looked at it for a long time, looked at Song Bian, who was frowning, and asked, "Lord Song, what happened twenty days ago?"

Song's face was also angry: "You Taoist priests only need to drive away evil spirits, if you can drive away, you will drive away, and if you can't, let those who can, why are there so many problems?"

Ning Chang said: "If the finch ghost is not eliminated, there will always be people who die, if you can find the crux of the problem, this matter will be much simpler." ”

Song glanced at him sideways, and wanted to be angry, but finally sighed: "Go back, in a few days, presumably the cultivators from outside the world will be able to arrive at the palace, and everything will be settled at that time." ”

Ning Changchang asked, "What if it's Lord Song tomorrow?"

Ning Xiaoling was taken aback, looked at her senior brother in horror, and thought to herself, how dare you speak like this in the palace?

Song glared at him and asked, "You care so much about this, what do you want?"

Ning didn't answer for a long time, and some of the tense atmosphere was broken by the sound outside the door.

"Your Majesty has arrived!"

Song Fang's expression changed slightly, and the other accompanying officials beside him had already gone out and knelt down to greet him.

On the luxurious chariot at the door, a man in a bright yellow robe got down, although the man was young, he already had a bit of the majesty of an emperor in his gestures.

He stood in the doorway, motioned for the officials and guards to flatten, and then glanced into the hall from a distance.

The guards beside him were hunched over and talking to him.

The young emperor listened, with a look of sorrow on his face, and said a few words generously, roughly praising the former exploits of the father and son and regretting the strange death now.

Then, he lifted his placket and made a gesture to cross the threshold, but the officials around him hurriedly dissuaded him, looking sad one by one, saying that although His Majesty is noble, but now the state of Zhao is in danger, and he should take care of the dragon's body, how can he try it like this?

The young emperor was dissuaded by everyone.

As he spoke, the young emperor vaguely saw the young men and girls in the hall, and his expression was faintly displeased, but seeing that they were wearing Taoist robes, he did not have a seizure. He looked sad and said a few words to the officials around him, and then he seemed to be relieved and took the chariot back to the palace.

Ning Xiaoling retracted her gaze faintly and said in a low voice, "Such a fake ...... He is also the king of a country?"

Ning Changchang smiled and asked, "If you were the emperor, would you come in?"

Ning Xiaoling said in a low voice: "How can there be a woman who is the emperor?"

When the young monarch returned to the palace, the officials dispersed, and when Song Fang came back, he saw that the senior brothers and sisters were still standing here, and he became more and more displeased.

Your Majesty is here, you don't go to kneel and worship, Your Majesty is benevolent and doesn't blame, what are you still doing here at the moment?

He didn't bother to entangle with this pretending young man anymore, and said to the guards beside him: "Arrange for the servants to come for an autopsy, and then send someone to send these two little Taoist priests out of the city." ”

Ning Chang didn't seem to hear him speak, he still stood in place, but his gaze had fallen to the depths of the hall.

"Who is it?" asked Ning Changjiu.

In the depths of the main hall, an old voice came with a bit of surprise.

"The kid has good eyesight, where is the teacher?"

In the depths of the dim hall, a wooden crutch with a deep wood grain gently knocked on the ground, and then, along the wooden crutch, the image seemed to condense like fine sand, and an old man with a leaning body slowly appeared, but there seemed to be a fog between him and the others, and his true face could not be seen clearly.

Ning Chang looked at him quietly and did not answer.

Song Fang was startled, and then his expression was straight, as if he was respectful and pious from the heart: "Lord Witch, why did you get out of the customs?"

The old man, known as the Witch Master, smiled in a dry voice, "I'm tired of reading, so I'll go out for a walk." ”

Song Fang vaguely heard what kind of book he was referring to, so his expression became more and more respectful: "Congratulations to the next level, I guess it is also within walking distance of the Heavenly Dao." ”

The old man waved his hand, and instead of answering, he looked at the corpse kneeling in front of the idol, and the old man slowly raised his hand, and the air around him seemed to freeze with his movements.

Song Fang seemed to have taken a reassuring pill, and said with a smile: "Now that the Witch Lord is out of the customs, how can there be any place for such an evil?"

The sleeves of the old man's robe bulged, and the phantom shadow through the light mist swayed, and between the ancient gray sleeves of the robe, a finger as dry as scorched wood slowly poked out from the light mist and pointed at the corpse.

No one spoke, they all held their breath.

Ning Changchang's expression changed slightly.

Before the old man's fingers touched the corpse, an extremely unpleasant smell of burning suddenly came, and then, someone screamed, only to see that under the corpse, a nameless fire suddenly ignited, and the flame rose out of nowhere, but spread instantly, covering all the corpses, and the fire seemed to be burning from hell, and the whole place was cold.

Together, the mysterious witch lord actually retracted his hand, and after the light mist, the witch lord's breath sank, and his voice seemed to be angry:

"Blood Feather-kun?"

After saying these three words, the fog faded away like the wind blowing quicksand, and the witch master disappeared.

On the cliff north of the imperial city, in the gray and white forest with a withered trunk, stands an ancient and majestic tower.

The ancient bronze platform was drawn by several huge iron chains, buried deep in the lifeless forest, and under the huge disc shaped like an altar peeked out a spire like an ancient tower, which was difficult for light to reach, and down the slope of the ancient tower, each window was pitch black, and no light could penetrate.

In the ancient tower connected to the altar, a gray-haired old man sat cross-legged, his forehead narrow, his jaw wide and pointed, his skin the color of dead wood in the woods, and the pupils hidden under his folded eyelids like the eyes of a dead fish in muddy water.

The old man's snow-white linen clothes wrapped around his thin torso, and it was dark on all sides, except for a beam of light from the spire in the center, which fell right on his stiff back.

Syllable.

The old man suddenly opened his eyes, and the scroll in his hand closed in response.

"It's coming back again...... It's still this time, looking for death!"

He rubbed the jagged and broken pages of the book, his expression unbelievable whether he was happy or sad, and the pages were like flames licking through his fingers.

It's a bit hot.

......

The Witch Master, who had been in retreat, mysteriously appeared and disappeared silently, leaving only a charred corpse on the ground.

Everyone reacted after being stunned, and remembered the word that the witch master said before he disappeared, and they were even more frightened, and they all turned their heads and ears.

Ning Xiaoling asked in a low voice, "Blood Feather Monarch...... What is it?"

Ning Chang said: "The legendary demon sparrow, it is said that the red feather falcon in the mountains was contaminated with the blood of the Vermilion Bird God, it is half a demon and half god, hidden in the world, very powerful, but it rarely appears, and there are few records about it. ”

Ning Xiaoling's eyes widened, and although she was full of questions, she didn't continue to speak.

Song Fang on the side stood silently, the hands between the official robes couldn't help but tremble, his eyes rolled, his expression changed, and he whispered: "Blood Feather Jun? how can it be...... Shouldn't it be her......"

Ning Chang asked, "Who is she?"

Song Bian's expression was already a little crazy, and he ignored his question, and the person next to him sighed and said, "She is ......"

But before he could continue, another voice came from outside the temple gate, interrupting his next words.

A young man in Tsing Yi knelt at the door, with a little horror in his expression:

"Your Highness...... Your Highness has arrived!"

In the dungy autumn rain, in front of the palace gate of the Little General's Mansion, the fine umbrella bones supported the dark red old umbrella surface, and it was in full bloom in silence.