Sang looked at the Taoist Taoist in front of him speechlessly.
For some reason, I always feel that his appearance is a bit familiar.
The son of the Temple of Heaven was between 30 and 40 years old, his face was handsome and weak, and his skin was well-born. He was the appearance of being aloof and depriving him of life and death. He was really uneducated.
The officers and soldiers showed their swords and rushed into the courtyard, surrounding Sang Yuan with four people.
"People from the Temple of Heaven?" You Wuming raised his eyebrows and said casually.
The officers and soldiers fixed their gazes and stared at You Wuming's battle armor: "Youzhou soldier? You are unlucky! If you are to blame, blame yourself for bad luck and take care of things you can't manage."
You Wuming was stunned for a moment, and then let out a series of light and low laughs: "... In this world, there are things that You Wuming can't manage."
"You Wuming?!"
Just when the other party was stunned, I saw You Wuming, like a big black butterfly, flying lightly, spinning around, flashing, and throwing a knife.
He fell back to the original place, pressing the knife low, a drop of blood gathered to the tip of the knife, dropped, and hit the masonry ground for the next time.
He hung his head and smiled.
There is no need to confirm the result of the battle at all.
Such a pretending action was made by You Wuming, and there was a natural and natural taste.
Sang was so handsome from afar by him.
She raised her eyes and saw that the officers and soldiers of Tiandu on the third and third floors there had all covered their broken necks, vomiting blood in disbelief, and fell to the ground one by one.
Puff, puff, puff...
After a few breaths, the only one who could stand still was the utterly stupid Saint Child of the Temple of Heaven.
You Wuming slowly turned around, brushed his cuffs, tilted his eyes, and said slowly: "The King of Qinzhou has a younger brother named Qin Yuchi. I heard that he is weak and sick, and he has been in hiding for many years. He was hiding in the Temple of Heaven. Son of Heaven?"
Hearing what he said, Sang Yuan immediately gave an initiation.
No wonder this person is very familiar!
His appearance was very similar to that of Qin Wuliang and Qin Wushuang brothers and sisters, but his age and appearance were so different that he didn't think of it for a while.
Among the Saints of the Temple of Heaven, there is actually a royal family
Originally in Sang Yuan's eyes, the Temple of Heaven was a metaphysical institution, gazing at the stars, divining luck, and claiming to be able to psychic with gods and ghosts. They were nothing more than sacred sticks for the salaries of the public.
Later, she knew that the matter of her soul passing through another world was very likely to be related to the Temple of Heaven, and she began to pay attention to this organization.
Today, it was accidentally discovered that this piece of "Original Play History" of You Wuming Fighting to Death Tiandu was actually recorded in a broken mirror left by the Saint Child of the Temple of Heaven. This incident made her clearly realize that the Temple of Heaven is extremely unreliable. Simple, behind all this, there must be a lot of shady.
Even so, Sang Yuan was taken aback when he knew that the saint son in front of him was the royal family. The temple of heaven had no real power in the past. The saint sons lived in a simple life and lived a hard life, only appearing in royal marriages and adult ceremonies. , Send blessings. Even the desolate royal family will not be reduced to the Temple of Heaven.
Unless he already knew that the water in the Temple of Heaven was deep.
"You, You Wuming? You are You Wuming?!" The Saint of Heaven found that his guard was killed by a single move, and his arrogant expression broke completely. "You, you can kill me, but before you start, It's best to think twice-the Temple of Heaven is not something you can afford to provoke."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." So ashamed of the second line.
You Wuming plunged the big black knife into the brick, leaning on the handle of the knife, laughing so hard that he could not stand up.
The sacred son of the Temple of Heaven, Qin Yuchi, took two steps back quickly.
You Wuming raised his chin and motioned for him to look back.
"Cross that line, you will break into two pieces from here." You Wuming stretched out a slender finger and gestured flatly to Qin Yuchi's waist.
Qin Yuchi's expression changed, and he looked back at the ground.
I saw the blood of the officers and soldiers circled strangely on the ground behind him.
"King of Youzhou! I advise you not to go against the Temple of Heaven!" Qin Yuchi sneered, "You let me go, I can assume that this hasn't happened!"
Sang Yuanyuan and You Wuming glanced at each other, and instantly understood the look in each other's eyes-this holy child was afraid that he had bought it with money.
Combined with him sneaking back to Qinzhou with a broken mirror. On the way back, he didn’t dare to look for things with a big fanfare. When he found the act of killing people, it can be seen that he was doing these things in private. I dare not let the Temple of Heaven know.
so…
Sang Yuanyuan had reason to suspect that it was this Qin Yuchi who secretly returned to Qinzhou with the "Mirror of Foresight", and let the King of Qin see what he saw, after which the King of Qin would sacrifice and enshrine in the ancestral temple for more than a thousand years. Jin Bei, let Qin Wushuang take this huge dowry to attend Han Shaoling's wedding ceremony.
So, what did King Qinzhou see through this mirror of foresight
Sang Yuan's heart thumped and said, "Take him back and examine it carefully!"
You Wuming exaggeratedly made a click: "Comply with the order!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
Qin Yuchi turned around and wanted to run.
There was no trace of cultivation on this person, and You Wuming knocked him out easily, carried it in his hand like a little chicken, and then turned his head towards sister Qu Yaer and said quietly, "Go , Find the mirror."
You Wuming is a person who is afraid of trouble.
If he asked Qin Yuchi to hand over something, he would definitely not be willing, and he would have to gossip for a long time.
He fainted and asked the Qu family sister and brother who had seen Broken Mirror to do things for him.
Because the flames of hatred are burning in their hearts, the two brothers and sisters are not afraid of these corpses and the blood all over the floor. They looked around, and soon returned with a suitcase with difficulty.
When I got to the front, I lifted the lid of the box and saw that the box was full of shiny gold and silver beads.
Qu Ya'er pursed her lips and flushed her eyes, and pulled out a small triangle-shaped broken mirror in the pile of gold for a while, and handed it to You Wuming.
"It's this thing." Qu Ya'er held the small mirror and endured his grief.
It was such a clean little mirror, but it was stained with the blood of a villager.
You Wuming stretched out two long fingers, held the broken mirror, tilted his head, and said: "Move very fast, here, those things will reward you."
Sang smiled clearly from a distance.
When he asked the siblings to pick up the things, she felt something in her heart and guessed that he was going to give them the gold and silver.
You Wuming is a person with clear grievances, rewards and punishments. Qu Ya'er set up a grave for him and prayed for his peace. Although he would not respond to this intention, he would never be contemptuous.
Because of Qu Ya'er's intention, by chance, Sang Yuan found important clues, which was considered a great achievement unintentionally.
Now that the whole village has been slaughtered, the two brothers and sisters stay here, but they are not lucky enough to stay here. If they want to survive, they must go far away and hide their names. With these gold and silver, at least there is the foundation of life and life. As for the way forward, it all depends on good luck.
You Wuming has always been such a person who acts simply and neatly and does not procrastinate.
Sang Yuanyuan sighed in his heart, and another layer of tenderness was added to his eyes towards You Wuming.
"Sangguo, gone."
You Wuming grabbed the unconscious Qin Yuchi, grabbed Sang Yuanyuan, jumped on his short-lived back, and galloped towards Youzhou.
When she reached the plain, she peeked at him and said, "Someone wants to promise life and death. Very proud, right? So generous!"
You Wuming was taken aback, and said sternly: "No, don't talk nonsense."
She glanced at him, her eyes drifting away faintly: "You Wuming, is there a box of treasure you gave me as the gift of dowry?"
You Wuming'Puff Puff' laughed: "What do you think, Xiao Sangguo! I will sell iron, and I have to pool dozens of carts of gold for you as a betrothal gift! What is that little thing!"
Sang looked back at him in surprise.
This man never talked nonsense, he was able to be specific in number, and that was what he would really do.
Dozens of cars of gold
That's really smashing.
She couldn't help but hurt him a little bit, and was about to open her mouth when she saw the dog man squinting his eyes triumphantly, and said with a smile—
"How can someone like father-in-law let others talk about selling his daughter for gold? Look, he will definitely bring Jinbei, go to Qinzhou, buy all the money and give it back as your dowry !"
Sang Yuanyuan: "... You Wuming, you have to be shameless!"
"It's fine if you have a daughter-in-law, do whatever you want." He smirked and held her tighter.
After holding back for a while, he couldn't hold it anymore, and mysteriously approached her ear and said, "Xiao Sang Guo, believe it or not, this Qin Yuchi can return dozens of carts of gold! This is a golden lump. !"
Sang Yuanyuan: "... So dozens of cars of gold are all contributed by this guy, and your own betrothal gift is just a pot of iron?!"
You Wuming's black eyes flashed, and immediately pointed to the distance: "Look at Xiao Sangguo! There is a flock of sheep there!"
Sheep, on the endless grassland, there are so many cows and sheep!
"Don't change the subject for me!" She turned around angrily, grabbing his skirt.
Just about to play around, I suddenly remembered the puppet who couldn't tolerate the faint and happy life, the two hurriedly reduced their minds and stopped moving.
After a while, both of them calmed down.
"Where is the broken mirror?" she asked.
You Wuming said: "I'll take it, and I won't let you touch it until I figure out the moth inside."
Sang Yuanyuan nodded slowly.
After all, her accident was inseparable from the Temple of Heaven. Since Broken Mirror has such a mysterious power, who knows if it will affect her again
"Go back first."
Thinking of the two major events of Broken Mirror and Dolls, You Wuming hurried to Youzhou, turning Dashing into a spinning wind.
On the way, Qin Yuchi woke up three times, and every time he woke up, he was knocked out again by You Wuming.
When entering Youdu, Qin Yuchi woke up again, but continued to pretend to be in a coma—knock it again, and his head was completely covered.
Stepping into the royal city, I saw that Agu had been leading the shadow guard, waiting there early.
You Wuming threw Qin Yuchi to A Gu, and said, "The matter is not big or small, and the torture is clear."
"Yes!" A gu's big face, which usually looked a little simple and honest, immediately appeared with a ferocious smile.
Sang Yuanyuan glanced at Qin Yuchi who was pretending to be dizzy, and he couldn't help feeling a little sympathy-even the dead soldiers sent by Dongzhou could be pryed open by Agu, not to mention a mere Qin Yuchi. It is estimated that before dark, he will be able to explain clearly all the things about the urine kang when he was a child.
Qin Yuchi found something wrong and quickly opened his eyes and shouted: "King Youzhou! You can't do this to me... If something happens to me, Qinzhou and the Temple of Heaven will not give up!"
With a glimpse of You Wuming's eyes, A Gu raised his hand knife and knocked the saint son of the royal family again—A Gu knew very well that what the lord wanted was not such a confusing confession. He had to be neatly arranged. , See the outline of the key points at a glance.
After dismissing the Saint Child of the Temple of Heaven, You Wuming took Sang Yuan and went straight back to his bedroom.
He jumped onto the sapphire couch, crossed his knees, and took out the broken mirror from his waist.
"Guo, stay away from me." He drove Sang far to the couch by the window, and then stared at the foresight mirror in his hand.
"Little Sangguo." He stared at the broken mirror and said.
For a long while, he tilted his head blankly.
"Me." He frowned slightly, clutching it, and said impatiently.
After a while, he changed his position.
"I," he said coldly.
After a while, nothing happened.
"Shit," he laughed, "God stick stuff. It doesn't work."
He threw the broken mirror behind the sapphire pillow.
Sang walked far towards him.
Halfway through, he put his hand up: "Wait, I'll look at it again."
Tangledly, he picked up the broken mirror again.
"Short-lived," he said.
"Agu."
"Little Eight."
Still nothing.
Sang Yuan stopped halfway, hesitated for a moment, and suggested: "You are thinking of Han Shaoling in your heart, give it a try."
You Wuming subconsciously lifted his eyes, and was about to speak out, suddenly remembering something, narrowed his narrow eyes, and smiled.
"Okay," he said.
He lazily closed his eyes, raised his lips, and said with disdain, "Han Shaoling."
After a while, the eyebrow peak suddenly frowned.
Immediately, the frowning of the eyebrows tightened.
Sang held his breath far, carefully approached two steps, tilted his head, and inspected his expression-he also didn't know what he saw about Han Shaoling
I saw the delicate thin lips gradually pursed, forming a line of determination.
After a while, the corner of the right lip was slowly raised, and a cold and evil smile was pulled out.
He opened his eyes, his eyes were cruel and cold, and his voice was soft and mocking: "When I die."
Sang walked to his side in a hurry, put his hand on his forearm, and asked softly, "Did you see something?"
You Wuming was taken aback and threw the broken mirror out.
"Little Sangguo! When did you run next to me!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." The evil king just now must be his own illusion.
Seeing the mirror of foreknowledge with mysterious power, it pitifully turned over seventeen or eight somersaults on the bluestone hall bricks, and then stopped on the side of the heavy threshold.
"What do you see?" she asked, sitting beside him.
You Wuming didn't want to say.
"Nothing." He muttered, very upset.
"It's all fake," she pursed her red lips, and gently shook his arm, "Didn't Qu Ya'er see you died the day before? Fake!"
"Well, it's fake." You Wuming pulled his lips and sneered. "Only with him, Han Shaoling, wants to occupy my Youdu? A joke!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "Hmm, it's a great joke in the world!"
I thought in my heart, yes, in the original book, after You Wuming battled to the death of Tiandu, Han Shaoling was indeed the first to invade Youdu.
She squinted her eyes and looked at the broken mirror lying on the floor tiles.
She seemed to see a huge mirror falling to the ground and broken, it was just one piece.
What is it supposed to be like, in other words, what kind of power does it possess
"You Wuming," she shook his arm again, and said coquettishly, "Look again, look at my father, mother, and brother, and Yun Xuzhou!"
"Little Sangguo..." He looked at her helplessly.
"Look at it."
"Good good!"
He kicked his boots and walked lazily to retrieve the broken mirror.
"You, stay away."
She responded, moved a wooden stool, and sat down a short distance.
"No father-in-law. No parents. There is no such thing as Sang Buren." Soon, You Wuming vomited a bunch of results.
"Huh? There is Yun Xuzhou." He moved his eyebrows, "Yun Xuzhou hired a son-in-law. Tsk."
Sang Yuanyuan breathed in lightly, and the thoughts in his heart became more determined.
In the book, You Wuming, Short-lived, Sang Yuan, and her parents and elder brothers are all dead at this point in time, so you can't see the "future" of these people.
Yun Xuzhou holds the power of Yunzhou, and indeed it is very likely that he will recruit a son-in-law to continue to control the state and state.
In other words, in this broken mirror, what can be'sensed' or'recorded' is the'future' that has not been changed by her.
Just think of it as the'original'. It's not terrible.
Sang Yuanyuan thought this way, his heart suddenly brightened, and the dark cloud that fell heavily on his chest disappeared.
"You Wuming..." she called him with a smile.
He moved his eyebrows, threw the broken mirror to the end of the bed, and opened his arms to her: "Huh?"
She threw herself into his arms and rubbed his cheek with her cheek.
"Really good. Everything now is really good."
He bowed his head and kissed her forehead.
"Not good," he said.
She looked at him wonderingly—why did she say such horrible things
He slowly leaned to her ear, his voice was extremely low, and his bones were so bad: "I can't fuck you, what's so good."
Her heart trembled, her breathing turbulent, and she didn't know whether to be ashamed or annoyed for a while.
"It's time to catch it." He helped her stand up.
She couldn't stand firmly for a while, and took a small step back.
You Wuming suddenly became happy, and said with a smirk: "Little Sangguo, does such a sentence make your legs soft? When you start to be true, what's the matter? I won't be merciful to you next time. ."
The last half an hour without feelings has greatly expanded his psychological limit. He knows that he is actually very potential. As long as you don't get too excited, you might be able to challenge another hour.
Thinking like this, the wickedness of the eyebrows grew thicker.
Sang Yuan could read his eyes strangely, and she was wary: "Don't mess around."
He laughed loudly, clasped her five fingers, placed her little soft hand in his palm, and dragged her out.
"Where will it be?" Sang Yuan asked.
You Wuming spread his hands: "Walk around."
Sang Yuanyuan suddenly remembered something-just now You Wuming watched'Ou' for the third time, but he saw nothing. Does this mean that when he dies, he will die with him sometimes
So, what about the other way around
Sang Yuan said: "If you find it, don't hurt it first, take it back and talk about it. I'm afraid that hurting it will have any adverse effect on you."
You Wuming made a heavy sip on her forehead: "How much do you want to do this? You really love me to death!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "Okay, the wings are coming out!"
The two camel on the short-lived camel, Pi Dian bumped out of the city.
I. Where will it be
So a small puppet, hide anywhere, as long as it doesn't move, maybe it won't be found for a lifetime.
Sang looked around from a distance. There were countless places to hide in this short street—under the cart, inside bamboo baskets, wine jars, rice jars, roof beams...
How to find this
But it looks like You Wuming has an idea.
From time to time, his body swayed lightly from side to side.
He has been with him short-lived for more than ten years, and has long been familiar with his body language. It lightly kicked all four hooves, turned a few turns, and stopped outside a yard.
At first glance, the funeral was held.
It seems that there has been more than one funeral. Sang Yuan looked intently and found that the white banners hanging by the door were new and old. The new ones were only hung up a few days ago, but the old ones had faintly yellowed, and they seemed to be more than a month old.
"The victim's home?" Sang Yuan asked softly.
"Well," You Wuming replied lazily, "The first case. Listen."
He raised his chin.
Sang looked around and saw a large flatbed truck parked in the alley. He threw a big flower under the car, his face crumpled and shrunk under the car.
A strand of Lingyun vine snaked out, wrapped around the moss on the wall, gently and skillfully turned into the yard.
In the courtyard, a couple seemed to have just returned home. Both of them were in the kitchen.
Both the couple had a deep "Chuan" between their eyebrows, their eyes were gray and listless.
After the fire was finished, the woman threw the rice and vegetables into the pot together, closed the lid, and left it alone. The couple sat on the kitchen threshold, holding their foreheads and sighing.
After a while, the water in the pot boiled dry, and the smell drifted out, but the two of them didn't react at all. After a long time, the woman later realized that she walked to the stove, set aside the firewood, scooped out the boiled vegetables and the uncooked rice together, and the couple silently chewed out the food that was not considered a meal, and then they went to bed. Entering the inner room, both lay on the couch, closed their eyes, and said nothing.
Sang observed from a distance for a while, but found nothing.
It seems that the death of the victim has caused too much shock to the relatives, and the couple has no ambitions.
Was it their child who died? That beautiful, little puppet, who will put on a crying face and be aggrieved, will also put her little hand on her lap and sit in a proper manner... Did she even kill the child
But... It looks like there have been two funerals here.
Sang turned his head and glanced at You Wuming, seeing that he squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, as if he was thinking about things intently, so he didn't bother him.
After thinking for a moment, she manipulated Lingyun Teng and stepped into the yard next door.
Sometimes, if you want to listen to the news, it's more useful to start with your neighbors.
The couple next door were talking.
The man said: "If you have nothing to do, go to the next door and persuade Lao Zhang's wife. I looked at her because she didn't want to live. I wandered around the Waihe River for a long time at noon today. I didn't even dare to go. Watch."
The woman said: "How do you tell me to persuade me? You don't know how to say my mouth. If you want me to say, she should light firecrackers to celebrate now!"
"How do you talk about you!" The man slapped her in many places.
The woman pinched him backhand: "What did I say is correct? Hey, tell me, this daughter-in-law has been married into the gate of Zhang's house, and she has been a cow and a horse. He was reluctant to eat and wear. He saved so much money and paid his gambling debt to his uncle! It was so easy to give birth to a fat son last year. This old Zhang finally got his heart out and stopped feeding Zhang Er’s bad guy. The big baby was able to run out of the house inexplicably last month and drowned in the river! Old Wu, don't you say to yourself, did the eighth-achievement be the bad guy Zhang Er?"
The man said: "This, this is also suspicion, you can't talk nonsense without evidence!"
"Huh," the woman sneered, "I want to say, what kind of heart-seeker is committing a crime, Zhang Er's dark heart, God opened his eyes and took it out of him! He just killed his nephew over there, and turned his head. I lied all the money my brother-in-law had saved for the baby to a bet! Look, the baby died last month, when did you see him smile? Oh, even I, a neighbor, think of that Fat baby, my heart hurts!"
"Hey, hey, everyone is dead, the dead are the biggest ones, don't talk about it," the man said, "Anyway, you have more time to persuade Sister-in-law Zhang!"
"Yes." The woman said, "Although the child is sad, the person is still young and has a chance to regenerate. Zhang Er's blood-sucking worm is gone, and then we will start to live a real life! I will talk about it tomorrow. Speaking of her, you should also persuade Lao Zhang to be more, ah!"
The couple talked for a while, and then they met on the couch.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Sure enough, the ancient people didn't usually have much entertainment, and the night life began when it was dark.
You Wuming tugged at her sleeve.
Sang Yuan was just digesting the information before receiving the information, and looked back at him a little dazedly.
The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, winking at her.
Sang Yuanyuan: "???"
On the edge of the alley, there was a strange cry that was earth-shattering—
"Monster!"
Sang Yuan was taken aback and followed his reputation.
I saw a loyal and simple-looking middle-aged man pushing away the flatbed truck, revealing the big and mournful face plate under the car.
Sang Yuanyuan: "...Run!"
You Wuming didn't even think about it, a clip of short-lived, like an arrow from the string, soared out of the alley.
"Uh..." Sang Yuanyuan was very embarrassed, "I scared your people, sorry."
"It's yours too." You Wuming said.
Sang touched his nose far away: "This flower is really... his face is getting bigger day by day."
She shook her head and said sternly: "Just now, I heard a news. The one who was killed by the doll was a gambler and a villain. It is very likely that he killed her nephew a month ago. Because there is no evidence, So he still lived well, and continued to squander his brother and sister's money until he was heartbroken a few days ago, and the neighbor said that God did it."
You Wuming chuckled and said, "You mean, I'm walking the way for the sky?"
Sang Yuanyuan looked inexplicable: "Let's take a look elsewhere."
"Well," You Wuming responded lightly, "The second victim, but a good old man with a good reputation. Little Sangguo, don't expect too much from it."
Sang Yuanyuan nodded slightly: "Well, I know."
After crossing three streets, I arrived at another yard with white banners hanging on it.
The courtyard door was open, You Wuming looked around, strode in.
Sang Yuanyuan was about to follow, suddenly feeling something, turning his head and looking behind him—he saw a small hand grabbing her skirt.