In a dark alley not far from the small building that was blown up, a black carriage was quietly parked under a persimmon tree.

The curtains of the black carriage were lifted.

Sitting in the carriage was a masked man who was also dressed in black, but the masked man had gray hair and was significantly older than the masked man in black who had appeared elsewhere.

His forehead is moist, but the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes are as deep as a knife carving, and his eyes are also real vicissitudes, which makes his face mostly covered, but anyone who sees him will unconsciously think of the wind and frost outside the plug, the lonely smoke of the desert, and the remnant sun battlefield where vultures fly in the sky.

At the moment when the small building exploded, this vicissitudes of life cultivator also saw Wang Taixu rising to the sky.

Looking at Wang Taixu, who disappeared into the night like a bat, the wrinkles in the corners of this vicissitudes of life cultivator's eyes deepened a lot.

After Wang Taixu destroyed Jinlin Tang in one fell swoop, the people in the Changling market all thought that Wang Taixu had soared into the sky, but this vicissitudes of cultivation knew very well that any low-level cultivator, no matter how high he flew, was still too humble in the eyes of the real magnates in Changling.

Even in their eyes, Wang Taixu is too weak, but as long as Wang Taixu can survive, they may not be able to survive after tonight.

With a bitter look in his eyes, the vicissitudes of life shook his head, lowered the curtains, and the carriage began to slowly move away along the straight alley.

In an alley that was already close to the eastern suburbs of Changling, an ordinary carriage staggered past the black carriage.

Neither of them stopped, but in the carriage, which seemed to be very ordinary, there was a cold voice with an indescribable killing aura, which passed through the double curtain and reached the ears of this vicissitudes of cultivation.

"Within three days, Wang Taixu must die, and if Wang Taixu does not die, you should know what to do. ”

The cultivator with a vicissitudes of life didn't say anything, he squinted his eyes slightly and seemed to be asleep, and it was only after the carriage drove out of Changling and began to enter the official road outside the city that he sighed softly: "One will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither, as it has been since ancient times." ”

......

This night was extremely difficult for many people in Changling.

Wang Taixu fell like a bat into an ordinary courtyard.

It's just that he's a bat, but it's an injured bat.

The cultivator who had killed more than a dozen of his guards who appeared in front of him with a thunderous method in a few breaths, and the bronze ball thrown out at the end was a magic weapon method that only the cultivators of the Great Chu Dynasty were good at.

Although he escaped by relying on the arrangement to save his life, he was still impaled into his body by several flaming golden runes.

At this moment, there were several horrific lacerations on his legs, waist and abdomen, the most serious of which could even be faintly visible inside.

It's just that he has experienced such moments many times when he got up from the bottom of Changling, and after a long illness, he naturally knows how to deal with his injuries.

He quickly took off the tattered robe on his body and the strange bat suit that had torn a few tears, and was naked in this cold late autumn, slowly forcing out all the metal fragments in his body with Zhenyuan, and then took out two bottles of medicinal powder from the outer robe he took off, applied it externally and internally, and bandaged it quickly.

The intense pain of these wounds and the massive blood loss made his head dizzy, but he still realized that since he was a terrifying opponent of that level, the rest of his secret dwellings in Changling were not safe and could never be used to hide.

He hesitated, stretched out his hand, which no longer had much temperature, and quietly took off a few pieces of clothing from the bamboo pole drying on the side, and put them on his body.

Then, under the cover of darkness, he climbed dozens of courtyard walls in a row, and finally entered a side room in the backyard of a restaurant.

There was a slightly chubby cook in this side room, who slept extremely soundly, and he was obviously not a cultivator, and he didn't wake up until Wang Taixu walked in front of him and pushed his body several times in a row.

However, the moment he saw Wang Taixu's pale face clearly, the chubby chef seemed to have ushered in the most important mission of his life, and a strange brilliance began to flash on his face.

He bowed deeply to Wang Taixu with great respect and asked, "What do you need me to do?"

Wang Taixu looked at him and said softly: "Help me inquire about some news, I must reach a truly safe place before dawn." ”

......

Mo Qinggong was annoyed.

Whoever has just laid down to rest for less than half an hour will be annoyed to be called up, and the most important thing is that people like him themselves don't have much time to rest every day.

He rubbed his aching head, and casually threw a file carefully handed over by the young man in front of him into the brazier next to him, "Don't spend your strength investigating this person, go and smash all your strength on the cultivator who used the talisman who was beheaded!

The handsome young man in front of him looked at the tongue of fire licked from the brazier with a look of astonishment.

He couldn't understand why the file he had worked so hard to make in the shortest time was burned so casually, and he couldn't understand why the young man didn't want to check it?

"Your Excellency—" and he couldn't help but speak.

"Don't think I'm too lacking in rest and confused. But as soon as he spoke, Mo Qinggong had already interrupted him with a sneer, "I know what you want to ask, I won't let you check that wine shop boy, not because I have any special opinions, but because I have already checked him twice before, whether he joins the Aries Cave or not, whether he is a half-day mystery or not, there is no problem with his origin, and the investigation of these is completely in vain." It's just that these were all done by Qin Huaishu before, and you just took his place, so you don't know if it's excusable. ”

It turned out that this young man had already entered the sight of the Divine Capital Prison before, and judging by Lord Mo's tone, he seemed to be very familiar with this young man, and even had a deep understanding?

The handsome young official of the Divine Capital Prison had a slightly stiff face, he hesitated for a moment, but he still couldn't help but whisper: "What the adults teach is... The subordinates must ask more people before doing things in the future, so that their efforts will not be in vain, but they really let the Divine Strategy Group also investigate?"

Hearing these words of this young official, Mo Qinggong's eyes were inexplicably filled with an extremely cold meaning.

He stared at the young official of the Divine Capital Prison, and said unusually coldly: "Holding important positions in my Great Qin Divisions, especially as an official in my Divine Capital Prison, you must understand that dealing with the affairs of your own people is always more important than dealing with the affairs of outsiders. ”

Looking at this young official, who was even more nervous, but not yet understanding, he sneered, and continued: "When my Great Qin Dynasty has reached this level, I will not be afraid of a single cultivator or cultivation place at all, and the Holy Lord and the two ministers will not think that the cultivation books of a sect can have a fatal impact on the Great Qin Dynasty. What they care about is our absolute loyalty, and they care about whether each courtier does what they will. They don't want to see the war horse dragging the chariot of the Great Qin Dynasty with their own footsteps, and the public and private use is something they care more about. ”

"We are the Divine Prisoners, and we deal with the internal affairs of our court, and we deal with the affairs of our own people. Since you have already achieved this position in the Divine Capital Prison, since you already know that the Divine Strategy Group is also trying their best to track down the affairs of those people in Yunshui Palace, and since you also think that what happened in Changling tonight may be related to the private use of public weapons, so you are in such a hurry to inform me, then why can't you go further and think about your responsibilities clearly?"

The young officer's cold sweat soaked through his hair and dripped down his cheeks.

"If you want to stay in Changling for a long time, you must always stand aside from the will of the saint. Murong Cheng's cultivation qualifications are much better than Qin Huaishu's, and he is also more handsome and chic than Qin Huaishu, which is pleasing to the eye, but his current corpse may have decomposed, but Qin Huaishu has now been recommended and has entered the Spirit Void Sword Sect to study. ”

Mo Qinggong looked coldly at this young official, who was far from satisfying him, and finally said, "The advantage of Qin Huaishu is that he can see clearly and understand his position. I won't say these words a second time tonight, I just hope you can see them more clearly in the future. ”

"Thank you, for waking up!" the young officer saluted deeply and respectfully.

"Go, I want to know which nobleman is so unlucky that he will even fail to deal with these charlatans. Mo Qinggong's face softened slightly, and while he waved his hand to signal that the young official could leave, he added another sentence: "Be careful and serious in your work, and use your strength where you need to use it, you should have heard that the person who sits in this position under me will fly up the branch without accident." ”

The eyes of the young official, who was drenched in cold sweat, suddenly became hot, and he bowed respectfully again, and then withdrew with fighting spirit.

......

Pretty much the same moment.

Liling Jun's Mansion, his face is ordinary, but because of his unique temperament, it makes it easy for everyone who sees him to think that he is the most beautiful man in the world.

"We didn't do it. Lu Siche calmly looked at Liling Jun, who had not slept late at night, and said, "It is absolutely impossible for me to use such a rough and dangerous method. ”

Li Lingjun nodded, and said softly and gently: "If it were you, I would definitely not show the slightest trace, but I would like to know if there is any noble person in Changling who doesn't like him besides me." If something like this happens, maybe that noble man needs a friend?"

Lu Siche smiled slightly: "Some ambitious nobles will never refuse a friend like you." ”

Li Lingjun suddenly became sad, he looked at Lu Siche deeply, and said, "In fact, I have been thinking about a question in the past few days, do you think I should ask to see Zheng Sleeve?"

Lu Siche's complexion changed greatly, and his hands trembled slightly unconsciously.

Because of the "Zheng Sleeve" mentioned by Li Lingjun, she also has a more noble and prominent name - "Queen".