Sima Qiong sat upright at the north corner of the palace, on the highest tower.

To this palatial palace, he was just a non-existent person.

All the extravagance here has nothing to do with him.

Jingyang Palace has always been not without the worship stationed in the palace and the people in the palace secretly communicate with each other.

More than 100 years ago, there was even a scandal that caused a lot of turmoil.

The one who successfully greened the Son of Heaven at that time, became the worship of the old king next door, and now he is still locked in the Demon Suppression Hall of Jingyang Palace, suffering from the pain of copper juice filling stocks every day, and life is worse than death.

Of course, all this has nothing to do with Sima Qiong.

He knew the intentions of the deceased old emperor.

He was a square man, but he wasn't stupid.

It is impossible for a stupid person to get to where he is now.

Wind chimes along the corners, tinkling in the wind.

This quiet voice seems to be just a joke about the hustle and bustle of the wind, which makes people feel calm.

Sima Qiong's heart is equally calm.

Even today's Kyoto is like sitting on a powder keg, and it can be blown up into the sky at any time.

Jingle bells··· ！

The sound of sudden wind chimes suddenly became urgent.

It's like someone is deliberately provoking it.

The originally natural and comfortable voice suddenly became violently and harsh.

Sima Qiong stood up, a simple, seemingly simple gilded long stick, with a pestle in his hand.

Whew··· ！

The long wind blew, and a woman with white hair and black clothes appeared directly opposite Sima Qiong.

"Is that you?" Sima Qiong changed color slightly.

No matter how decent a person is, there will be a past that cannot be touched and cannot be looked back.

Because people are human beings after all, and human beings make mistakes.

The Buddha said that there are eighteen hells, and all of them are sinful and wrong.

It's just that if you really follow that law, I am afraid that no one in this world is innocent, no one is unjust, and all living beings are guilty.

Maybe this can be regarded as a kind of subtle intimidation of sentient beings by Buddhism?

The white-haired woman in black looked at Sima Qiong with resentment, her expression indescribably complicated.

"Qiong Lang, after many years, now... Are you alright?" the white-haired woman in black stared at Sima Qiong, her eyes gradually greedy.

Sima Qiong only felt uncomfortable.

The white-haired and black-clothed woman was a vine girl of the Red Fire Dao, and her husband died at the hands of Sima Qiong in the past.

Outsiders think that killing a righteous man by mistake will be a lifelong shock for Sima Qiong.

He also has a lot of guilt about the vine girl, so he has maintained it for many years.

Only the two of them have ghosts in their hearts, and they know that things are not simple.

"Back then, I was ashamed of Brother Bai, I had a personal affair with you, and I accidentally knew about it, which made him go crazy and die in a hurry. At that time, you and I were afraid of reputation, and hid this matter, just as I didn't notice it for a while, was deceived by others, and killed the righteous man by mistake, so far I was imprisoned in Jingyang Palace, and I didn't come out for many years... Sima Qiong took a deep breath and finally told this old story.

"It's just that if it's wrong, it's wrong! How can it be wrong again and again?" Sima Qiong's eyes gradually became firm.

"As long as the term of office is over, I will tell the truth to the world, and then return to Jingyang Palace to receive punishment... ”

After saying that, he glanced at the vine girl again, and then added, "But... Relax, I won't embarrass you. Externally, I will only say that I covet you, and between you and me, you are still innocent... ”

"Heh, innocent? Back then, Xiaoyuan Mountain, Hazard Flower Valley, one sound of greed, ten rings in a row, what innocence do you and I have?" Hearing this, the vine girl was originally full of tenderness and sweetness, but in an instant, it became an evil hideous, and her beautiful face was suppressed with a strange madness, and she questioned Sima Qiong in a sharp tone.

"If you really feel indebted to me, let me go to the palace. Taking a deep breath, the vine girl said to Sima Qiong.

Sima Qiong frowned and said, "You also believe that the Yasukuni Imperial Palace has the inheritance of the Dao Shi Heavenly King?"

"What does it matter if it's true or fake? In the past, the ancestor of Jingyang Palace, how did he rise from a worthless little person to a heroic man all the way, but he has always been a fan. Although the methods of your Jingyang Palace do not correspond to the methods of the legendary Dao Shi Heavenly King, what you inherit is the Dao system of the ancient Sun Temple. Everyone knows that the view of the sun is shattered by the Heavenly King of the Dao. "The vine girl said clearly and eloquently.

If Feng Lin listened to this inference, he would definitely think... How can there be so many coincidences in the world.

Then immediately ran away and changed to another way to pretend to beep.

Sima Qiong was slightly silent.

Then he shook his head, "I'm sorry! I still can't let you in." ”

"Where the duty is... ”

The vine girl suddenly giggled, and suddenly changed her soft voice: "You probably don't know yet, you still have a son." ”

"What?" Sima Qiong was startled.

Then he caught a strand of hair thrown by the vine girl.

With just a little sense, Sima Qiong could clearly feel that this was his bloodline and his descendants.

"Your son is now being held by someone else. Someone asked me to break into the palace, tear open the gap, and make the fake real. The vine girl's expression suddenly turned cold, like ice that has never melted.

Perhaps this is her truest inner world.

Holding the strand of hair in his hand, Sima Qiong fell into a dilemma.

Principles, guilt, and family affection are intertwined, making it difficult for him to make a choice.

The once decisive and iron-faced selflessness seems to have been defeated at this time.

"Who captured our son?" asked Sima Qiong in a slightly hoarse voice.

The vine girl said: "Zhan'er is just my own child, you just provided the conditions for him to take shape." ”

"If you are really good for him, don't ask more. ”

Sima Qiong's face changed several times, and he took out a strange, viper-like dagger from his arms and handed it to the vine girl.

"If you use it to stab my Fengfu acupoint, you can break through my golden cicada cloak and body protection qi. With that, open your hands, close your eyes, and wait for the attack.

The vine girl held the dagger in her hand, and her complexion changed again and again, sometimes tender and sweet, sometimes hideous and terrifying.

Just before the dagger that flashed with cold light was about to pierce Sima Qiong's body.

Suddenly, light applause rang out on the side.

"Originally, I just wanted to say hello to Mr. Sima by the way, but I never thought that I would hear such a big drama. It's really amazing... Surprise!" A Taoist with a ruffian breath all over his body turned out from behind the curtain.

Don't look at this person's every joint in his body swaying, not at all out of tune.

But he is the personal disciple of the Bashan Sword Emperor, and he has the three successes of the Bashan Sword Emperor with his swordsmanship.

Sancheng··· Such a ratio, placed on the Bashan Sword Emperor, is by no means derogatory.

"Is it you?" Seeing the person coming, whether it was Sima Qiong or the vine girl, they all relaxed.

Some people look righteous and awe-inspiring, but in fact, they are full of men and women prostitutes.

And some people, although they look inserious, are actually loyal people.

The name of the ruffian swordsman Hou Yong, Sima Qiong and the vine girl, still know it.