In the court of the Son of Heaven, Ji Gongyan was anxious, and was discussing countermeasures with the civil and military officials, when he suddenly heard a messenger ordering the soldiers to hurry up and report urgently:

"Your Majesty, the fox master cast a demon spell, and hundreds of miles outside the pickaxe capital turned into a scorched earth!"

The civil and military officials were shocked, and an elderly minister's legs were weak, and he immediately fainted to the ground in fright.

Ji Gongyan was stunned for a while, lowered his head, his shoulders trembled slightly, and his mouth made an intermittent sound:

"Hah...... Ha ha...... Hahahaha......"

Ji Gong smiled, bent down with laughter, and the laughter gradually turned into unbridled laughter, and the crazy laughter echoed in the palace for a long time.

Seeing that Zhou Tianzi was facing such a predicament, and he was still smiling so happily, the courtiers thought that the mind of the Son of Heaven was completely collapsed.

Ji Gongyan held his stomach and laughed for a long time, and finally straightened up with satisfaction, raised his head and sighed:

"There is no way to be endless, and the demon will definitely die!"

The civil and military officials looked at each other, and it was clear that the strong enemy was in full swing, so why would he definitely die? Could it be that the Son of Heaven was talking crazy things?

Ji Gongyan looked around at the confused civil and military officials in the audience, and said with a smile: "Mr. Jialan once told the widow that if a demon dares to use mana against my army, he will be punished by heaven!"

"Damnation?"

The spirits of the hundred officials were lifted, and they looked at the outside of the palace for a long time, and couldn't help but question: "Your Majesty, why haven't you seen the Heavenly Soldiers in the Nether Realm for a long time?"

As time passed, the smile on Ji Gongyan's lips gradually faded, and he couldn't help but look gloomy in wonder, and began to wonder if what Jia Lan said was true.

Father Yu Shi stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, the way of heaven is respected. If you want to get heavenly help, why don't you sacrifice to the heavens and pray to the gods to the lower realm?"

"Yu Shangqing, it makes sense. Ji Gongyan faced the hundred officials and ordered, "Ladies and gentlemen, go to the ancestral hall with the widow to worship the heavens, and ask the heavenly soldiers to help!"

Without a moment's delay, Father Yu immediately arranged for the waiters to kill pigs and sheep, and organized a grand sacrifice. The master of ceremonies placed the offerings for worship and many freshly slaughtered offerings, lit the incense burner and candlestick, and slowly withdrew from the ancestral hall.

Ji Gongyan quickly changed into a sacrificial costume and led the civil and military officials to set up the royal ancestral hall.

The moon and stars are scarce, and the candles in the ancestral hall are bright, and there is a dead silence.

The ancestral hall of the royal family is a huge hall, and the central hall is full of dark wooden plaques, which are full of thick dust.

There is a row of portraits of immortals hanging on the wall, and there are two tablets on the top in turn, the first is the spiritual seat of King Ji Chang of Zhou Wen, followed by the spiritual seat of King Ji Fa of Zhou Wu, and on both sides is the emperor of Zhou Tianzi of the past dynasties, as well as the founding father of the Zhou royal family, all of which are displayed in order in strict accordance with the merits.

Ji Gongyan knelt down to worship, first praying for the gods to come to the world to help, and then bowing to the spiritual position of the ancestors and ancestors, praying for the protection of the spirits of the ancestors in the sky.

The civil and military officials also kowtowed to each spiritual position one by one with the Son of Heaven, but when it was the turn of a spiritual position, everyone stopped in unison, and the flickering candlelight illuminated everyone's puzzled expressions.

Ji Gongyan got up and approached the offering table to check, and found that the spiritual seat that was to be worshiped was empty, and the name of the person who was enshrined was not engraved, but it was a wordless spiritual table!

The expressions of the hundred officials are different, and the impression is that the spiritual seat has been placed there since ancient times, but no one knows why it has no words.

Ji Gongyan noticed this spiritual position for the first time. He took a closer look at the spirit position, trying to find some clues, only to see that the paint color of the spirit position had faded even more seriously than the spirit position of the Martial King, far more old than most of the spirit positions. Ji Gongyan was most surprised that this spirit was located before Zhou Gongdan, the brother of King Wu, could it be that he was a founding father who was inconvenient to identify himself, so he erased his name?

"Ladies and gentlemen, who knew that this wordless spirit seat was dedicated to that ancestor?" asked Ji Gongyan.

The hundred officials looked at each other, only to hear Father Yu Shi say: "Weichen heard that this spiritual position seems to be related to the dream of King Wu. ”

"Dreams?"

Father Yu Shi prompted: "Your Majesty, do you still remember the legend of King Wu of Zhou sleepwalking in Qingqiuyi?"

Ji Gongyan muttered: "Qingqiuyi is a fairyland in dreams. One day in Qingqiu, one year in the world. There the noon is like spring, the dusk is like summer, the night is like autumn, and the morning is like winter. The most beautiful moments of the four seasons alternate on the same day. Legend has it that when King Wu was dying, he often talked with Zhou Gong about a childhood dream. King Wu dreamed that he spent his life with a woman in Cheongqiu-eup, and finally met death with a moment of peace. At the end of that life, he went back to the beginning of his dream, when he was only seven years old. Later, one day, he met Daji, the daughter of Hou Suhu of Jizhou, and now her appearance is very similar to that of his wife Shen Xiao in his dreams......"

When the story came to this, the civil and military officials were stunned, how could the ancestral hall of the dignified Zhou royal family worship the demon concubine Su Daji more than 200 years ago?

Just when the hundred officials were puzzled, a loud voice came from outside the ancestral hall:

"Your Majesty, our army has been wiped out, the Western Sect masters have been defeated, and the demons are about to break the city!"

A voice came into the silent ancestral hall, like a thunderbolt.

Immediately after, with an earth-shattering loud bang, the heavy city gate burst open! The five members of the Western Sect were shaken open by a powerful force, and they all fell at Su Ji's feet.

Su Ji walked past the five people who fell to the ground and broke into the inner city alone.

The five Western Sect members vomited blood, got up from the ground in embarrassment, and swept around Su Ji in a circle, but no one dared to come close to stop them. All the way unimpeded, Su Ji slowly walked towards the inner city, in front of him was the last city gate, as long as he broke this door, he could go directly to the palace of Hojing.

Su Ji faced the gate of the inner city, slowly raised a hand, and was just about to cast a spell to break open the city gate, when he suddenly heard a voice suddenly sound in his ears:

"Boom!"

The sound of the piano immediately returned to silence.

Su Ji's ears trembled slightly, although there was only one piano sound, it shocked his body and mind!

On the tower of the inner city, someone played the "Guan Ju Song", the melody that lingered in the ears was extremely familiar, Su Ji lowered his head to listen, and his footsteps gradually stopped with the soothing sound of the piano, and did not disturb the sound of the piano.

In her memories so far, Su Ji had only heard Bao Xi play such a beautiful melody, but she had already taken her three children to Yunmeng Mountain. Then who is the hand of this heavenly piano sound?

"Boom!"

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Su Ji slowly raised his head, and there was a scene in front of him that shocked him. On the tower of the city gate, the one who played the piano was an old scribe with a clear face, wearing a green cloth pattern brocade official robe, and it turned out to be Xi Bojifu.

"Daddy......"

Su Ji blurted out, and immediately found that his father's eyes were dull, and he had become a puppet with a broken heart, just like those Zhou soldiers. Su Ji suddenly felt heartbroken, although he heard his younger brother Xi Bofeng say that Kong Xuan killed his father, but he never found his father's body, and he didn't expect it to fall into the hands of the Zhou family!

After a while, in the shadows behind Xi Bojifu, a green-shirted woman slowly paced out.