Looking at the weird picture in front of him, Fang Xie couldn't help but his heartbeat began to speed up. At this moment, he felt as if he was in the paused picture on the TV. The shock of this feeling is difficult to describe in words, especially, he is not a spectator at this time, not an unrelated audience.
The more than one hundred elite frontier soldiers in the lobby on the first floor were of different levels of cultivation, but none of them could break free from this stillness, and they were placed there like sculptures. The solution is even an illusion. If someone presses the pause button again now, when the screen resumes, will all these frozen people fall down and turn into debris on the ground.
Not only the frontier soldiers, but also the staff of Ke Shengju, the accountant, and other guests, including Wang Ding and others on the second floor.
The weirdest thing is that stillness and movement are fused together, and only people are frozen.
The heat in the teapot was still bubbling, and Mo Xidao's torn clothes were still floating.
When Fang Jie looked at Mo Xidao, he found that this fierce man seemed to be struggling. The muscles of his naked upper body were faintly twitching, and there was a sense of unwillingness to admit defeat in his eyes that was getting stronger and stronger. But there is no doubt that he cannot break free from this bondage.
Draw the ground as a prison.
Fang Jie remembered these four words deeply in his heart.
When he was chatting with the old cripple, the old cripple mentioned these four words. At that time, Fang Xie thought this was just the old cripple's description of that kind of life, and he never guessed that someone could achieve such a heaven-defying cultivation level. It is precisely because of Fang Jie's excellent memory that he has not forgotten the source of these four words.
Zhuo Buyi.
In the iron wall, understanding is a prison.
While Fang Jie was still in shock and couldn't extricate himself, he was filled with another kind of shock. The stillness of Ke Shengjuli is not absolute, the steam is rising, and the clothes are floating... There is another person who pushed open the door of a room and walked out slowly, walking with his hands behind his back, and his steps seemed to be easy.
This person can move freely in Zhuo Buyi's prison!
When Fang Xie saw this person, Fang Xie's pupils shrank suddenly.
This person was wearing an ordinary brocade robe, and he didn't have any extravagant or expensive accessories on his body. Simple, yet graceful. He walked to the railing on the second floor, leaned on the railing and looked down, then shook his head slowly and slightly, as if he was muttering something to himself.
Fang Jie didn't hear it, but he found that the man's eyes suddenly looked towards him. The look in his eyes was also shocking and unbelievable. It was as if he saw that the man was able to ignore Zhuo Buyi's painting, and there seemed to be something surprising about Fang Jie.
have!
Because Fang Jie stood very straight.
When everyone was frozen, they kept the posture at that time, which was full of strange things.
But Fang Jie stood very straight, his hands were still trembling slightly.
When that person looked over with incredulous eyes, Fang Jie was suddenly startled... because he suddenly discovered that it turned out that not only the person upstairs watching by the railing could walk around in the room, but also another person who didn't seem to be caught. Completely anchored... that is himself.
"Come up."
Fang Jie heard the man in brocade clothes on the second floor say two words to him, and then waved.
Fang Jie took a deep breath, feeling so anxious that he could hardly bear it. He tried to move his legs forward, but found that his legs seemed to be filled with a heavy weight, making it difficult to move. It is difficult, but not impossible. He gritted his teeth, and raised his foot with all his strength. Although the foot was only lifted an inch above the ground, it was undoubtedly shocking enough. No one knows how deep Mo Xidao's cultivation is, at least he is much higher than Fang Xie, at least much higher than most of the people in this room, but he can't break free from the shackles.
Fang Jie only moved one step, already dripping with sweat.
The man on the second floor looked at him, the shock and disbelief in his eyes gradually replaced by curiosity and admiration. He really didn't expect that this little person, whom he didn't bother to pay attention to at all, could bring so many surprises to people. Because of this inconspicuous little man, he brought down Yu Donglai, Shangshu of the Ministry of War. Because of this little man, he controlled Luo Yao's only son, Luo Wen, and might even reach some kind of agreement with Luo Yao.
But today, this little man surprised him again.
Hou Wenji looked at the boy who was struggling to move a step, but his heart was actually more restless than his expression. He looked at the young man, the corners of his mouth gradually raised slightly.
He beckoned, and the other party came up to explain.
He really wanted to see if this young man could do it. Although Zhuo Buyi didn't use his full strength to paint the ground as a prison, even at the current level, there are not many people in the entire Chang'an city who can escape from the predicament. Fang Jie, such a waste who cannot be cultivated, relies on what is breaking away from Zhuo Buyi bondage
"Originally, today's matter became a lot of boring because of Bu Yi's shot, but I didn't expect you to give me such a big surprise... Little guy, is there any secret hidden in your body? It seems that today's harvest is not only General Xiao Luo, and a future General Xiao Fang?"
Hou Wenji talked to himself in a very low voice, and the curiosity in his eyes became more and more intense.
At the same time, at the intersection far away outside, Zhuo Buyi, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed in the carriage, suddenly opened his eyes, opened the curtain of the carriage and looked over at Ke Shengju.
"interesting… "
He couldn't help smiling, sighed slightly, and said, "It turns out that we all missed it."
Hongxiuzhao, which was further away from Ke Shengju, the old cripple sat in the backyard of Hongxiuzhao, staring at the dead tree that Fang Jie had broken that day. I don't know if I'm remembering something, or if I don't think about anything, it's blank. Sitting bored like this, his hand to grab the wine gourd suddenly froze, and he couldn't help but look up somewhere in the distance.
Draw the ground as a prison
He muttered four words, and his figure disappeared in a flash.
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Keshengju has always been very lively, but it has never been as lively as it is today. When Zhuo Buyi got out of the carriage, the three hundred flying fish robes arranged outside Ke Shengju immediately moved. Eye-catching Liu Duxiu led a whole group of guards, and immediately sealed off both ends of the street, and the rest of the people poured into the gate of Ke Shengju.
At the moment Liu Duxiu led someone in, Fang Jie took four steps.
The distance traveled in these four steps is worse than the usual two steps.
But he was already sweating profusely.
Fang Jie turned his head and glanced at the guards in Feiyu robes pouring into Ke Shengju like a tide, and then at the man in brocade clothes on the second floor who was leaning on the railing and looking down at him.
The guard in the flying fish robe who was the first to rush into Keshengju idiotically shouted that everyone should not move, and then he realized how stupid he was.
When Liu Duxiu entered, he saw only one person moving. So he planned to restrain the young man in the uniform of the frontier army, but before he could do anything, he saw the governor on the second floor shaking his head slightly at him. So he backed away again and told people not to act rashly.
Fang Jie wanted to give up, these four steps almost exhausted his strength.
But I don't know why, but there is a strong desire in his heart not to be restrained. This will even made his sanity a little blurred, and then... His eyes gradually turned red.
Ever since he killed many love killers who were ambushing on the side of the road on the way to the imperial capital, he has not changed like this these days. Even he himself has gradually forgotten the feeling of being like a madman, so sometimes he thinks back that it was just anger rushing into his heart, so that he became a little crazy.
But today, the red eyes appeared again.
The moment his eyes turned completely red, Fang Xie's body slowly straightened up. He didn't know or feel that the muscles on his body became as hard as a rock at this moment. He took a big step forward abruptly, and there was a light click when his feet stepped on the green brick. The hard green brick was actually cracked with many fine cracks by his stepping on it.
The red-eyed Fang Jie is like a bull, walking step by step in the prison. He bypassed the pinned-down frontier soldiers and walked up the stairs. Although the steps are not fast, each step is solid and heavy. When he walked up to the second floor, Hou Wenji, who was looking at him, even had the urge to applaud!
And on the roof of the Jinkezhai building opposite to Keshengju, the old cripple hiding behind the ridge of the house had his eyes straightened. He couldn't see Fang Xie's appearance clearly, but he could feel Fang Xie's unyielding fighting spirit. And this kind of fighting spirit seems to be becoming more and more violent and restless.
The old cripple looked at the other side with a serious expression on his face.
Walking to the door of Ke Sheng Ju, Zhuo Buyi couldn't help but look back at the roof of Jin Ke Zhai. But he didn't say anything, he only paused for a moment and walked quickly into the gate of Keshengju. When he entered, Fang Jie was already standing on the second floor. And this red-eyed young man paused for a moment and then chose to move on.
Just when everyone thought he would finally walk to the man in brocade clothes, Fang Xie stopped again.
His eyes rested on Mo Xidao, and then he slowly stretched out his hand and took off the arm that was still stuck in Wang Ding's throat. The movement was very slow, no one could reach it, and Fang Jie's arm in the sleeve of his clothes showed a An eerie light red. It was as if the blood was tumbling under his skin, ready to break through his skin and gushes out at any time.
Hou Wenji was startled, Zhuo Buyi was startled.
At this moment, what the young man was thinking was to prevent Mo Xidao from impulsively killing people
In the next second, Zhuo Buyi had reached the second floor, and he stretched out his hand to block Fang Jie, but Fang Jie's attention was attracted by him, and his crimson eyes slowly turned to stare at Zhuo Buyi's face.
He let go of Mo Xidao's arm, and suddenly punched Zhuo Buyi's face for no reason!
Hou Wenji's eyes lit up, and Zhuo Buyi's figure flashed.
Zhuo Buyi stretched out his hand to touch Fang Jie's arm, and Fang Jie's punch was deflected, and it hit a pillar heavily. With a bang, the hard pitch pine pillar was swept away by this punch. Halfway through, the thick pillar seemed to be bitten by some monster, and a large piece was missing.
Amidst the sawdust flying, Zhuo Buyi raised his hand and tapped Fang Jie's chest eighteen times.
The movements are incredibly fast, eighteen strokes seem to be only one shot.
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Fang Jie's body really couldn't move anymore this time. If Zhuo Buyi used his mind to draw a prison under Ke Shengju's cloth, then this time he made a move to actually lay a small painting on Fang Jie's body as a prison. At least compared to the prison that controls all the frontier troops, this method that only targets Fang Xie itself seems to be small, but it is more effective.
The old cripple who was hiding behind the ridge opposite Ke Shengju's face became relieved, and his figure disappeared in a flash.
And just after he left for a while, an old man in light blue brocade clothes appeared at the place where the old cripple stayed just now. The old man looked about fifty years old, his body was as straight as a javelin, and he exuded a cold and arrogant aura. He stopped on the roof ridge and frowned slightly, looked around and couldn't help but sigh with regret.
"You robbed that woman from me that night, why didn't you dare to face me again today?"
The old man whispered to himself, and then turned his gaze to Ke Shengju who was opposite him.
Hou Wen glanced at Zhuo Buyi with great interest, then smiled and said, "You seem to care a little too much about this young man."
"You seem to be more interested in this boy."
Zhuo Buyi replied indifferently, but kept staring at Fang Xie's red pupils. The immobilized Fang Jie was still struggling instinctively, but he couldn't break free. At this moment, he suddenly wailed, the red tide in his eyes receded and disappeared, and his body twitched uncontrollably a few times.
Zhuo Buyi loosened his body, and Fang Jie's body immediately fell limply. The boy's face was as pale as snow, and he twitched violently after a scream. He clutched his lower abdomen and rolled back and forth. After a while, he straightened up and passed out.
Zhuo Buyi squatted down, looked at Fang Jie, and then frowned.
He snapped his fingers, and after a crisp snap, the stillness in the room was suddenly released, and the sound of plop plop sounded one after another, and it was unknown how many people lost their center of gravity and fell to the ground. It's just that it didn't fall into pieces on the ground as Fang Jie imagined.
In the chaos, before Wang Ding had time to stabilize his body, suddenly his eyes blurred, and an afterimage appeared in front of him. He raised his hand and slapped him on the face. With a bang, Wang Ding's body was as straight as a cannonball. It flew out and crashed into a table in the lobby on the first floor of Keshengju, smashing the table to pieces in an instant.
Just when everyone was astonished and inexplicable, a loud shout suddenly came from the street outside.
"His Majesty is here!"