"Where's Feng Qianjun?" Xiang Shuyu stepped up to the official road and took tens of thousands of people to the Epang Palace outside the city.
"Tuoba Yan sent someone to protect him!" Chen Xing said, "It's very safe."
The sky was white with fish belly. When it was dawn, the sky was full of overcast clouds. The sun was hiding behind the clouds, and there was a gloomy wind everywhere. Xiang Shu climbed a hillside and looked at the ancient city of Chang'an. The inside was dead.
"I don't understand why Feng Qianyi chose to do it at this time," Chen Xing said.
"He wants to save Feng Qianjun," Xiang Shu said. "It's hard to understand?"
Chen Xing: "If he really has this idea, why would he throw Brother Feng into the mirror?"
Xiang Shu said: "Feng Qianjun was rescued not because of brotherhood, but because of his use."
"What do you use him for?" Chen Xing said in disbelief. He was suddenly reminded by Xiang Shu, and immediately understood: Once Feng Qianjun is possessed by grievances, he can also drive the Senluo sword to exert extremely powerful power. The family heirloom magic weapon that has been tempered by grievances will also become the biggest help for Feng Qianyi, the monster. When it erupts, no one is an opponent.
Fortunately, people were rescued, otherwise if it fell into Feng Qianyi's hands, it would not be as simple as the outbreak of the living corpse tide.
Thirty miles away from the western suburbs of Chang'an, in front of the Epang Palace.
The west bank of the Zao River is full of people from Chang'an who have fled with their families and their families, and more people are arriving one after another. After experiencing the sudden riot, Daqin's imperial army quickly woke up from the accident and gathered at the place where Fujian was. The Northern Iron Cavalry, known as invincible, at this moment showed the efficiency and military discipline of the southern and northern wars. Under Fu's incomparable personal prestige, they quickly assembled, first the forbidden army, then the Guanzhong army, and then the cavalry guards of all ethnic groups. The generals rushed to the main hall of the Epang Palace in just three hours.
"What happened?" Murong Chui shouted.
"Quiet!" Tuoba Yan said loudly.
Fu Jian sat in the main hall and said, "It's too hasty and it's not as detailed as the schedule. How many people do we have on hand?"
All ethnic groups reported their troops, and Fu Jian still had 300,000 troops to dispatch. Murong Chui added: "Yesterday morning, he sent someone to deliver a letter to the Prefect of Pingyang, and he is on his way to lead an army of 100,000 diligent kings, who will arrive tomorrow morning."
The prefect of Pingyang was Murong Chong. The letter he sent yesterday morning brought 100,000 people on the road. Fu Jian knew that this was not King Qin, but that his sister, Princess Qinghe, had died, and he had led his troops to settle accounts with him.
Fortunately, Chen Xing's description finally made Fu Jian realize that something was wrong with Murong's family, but watching Murong Chui and others rushing around at night, it really didn't look like an accomplice. After all, if Princess Qinghe and Feng Qianyi colluded and plotted against each other, they wouldn't be able to kill the Murong family regardless of the reasons.
Fu Jian was full of doubts in his heart, but he chose not to take matters into his own hands. He said solemnly, "Check out the kerosene and siege equipment in the Epang Palace. All the troops will be stationed first, and prepare to wait for my order to counterattack Chang'an."
"Those guys, what exactly are they?" At the time of the incident, Wang Ziye was having dinner, and was hurriedly put on a carriage by the forbidden army and began to flee. The civil and military affairs of Mancheng suddenly changed, and the head of the department was lame, embarrassed, and even more panicked.
"Da Chanyu arrives—"
The civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty were suddenly in a commotion, and Murong pressed his sword.
"Here comes the person who explains," Fu Jian sighed and sat down, and replied, "Listen."
Xiang Shu Fengchen walked in, glanced at everyone, and did not take Murong Chui in his eyes at all, and Chen Xing followed.
"What's the situation?" Chen Xing felt that something was wrong when he saw that the palace was silent for a while.
"I'm waiting for you two." Fu Jian said, "Come on, make it clear."
Chen Xing glanced at Xiang Shu, Xiang Shu nodded, signaling him to say yes. There was a moment of tension in the main hall, and all the generals of the Murong family trembled slightly, as if they were about to stab Xiang Shu to death with their swords in the next moment to avenge Princess Qinghe. But Chen Xing, who was used to Xiang Shu's skills, knew very well that as long as Fu Jian didn't participate in the battle, even if everyone swarmed up here, they would be no match for Xiang Shu's finger. This guy is too, strong, too!
"Where do you start?" Chen Xing was also tired, walked to the steps in front of Fu Jian and sat down, and said to the people in the hall, "The reason why all this happened, I think the real initiator is Your Majesty, and Everyone present here can’t escape the blame.”
All of a sudden, there was a clamor in the hall, and all of them angered Chen Xing. After everyone was quiet, Xiang Shu suddenly said: "I only pity the innocent people in Chang'an City, who died because of your great achievements in the South and the North."
"My achievements are unparalleled in the world!" Fu Jian said in a majestic voice, "Only Ying Zheng can stand shoulder to shoulder with me. If I hadn't regained the whole of the north, more people would die today!"
Chen Xing retorted unceremoniously: "But how many people did you kill? Calculate it yourself! Every time you fight, you have hundreds of thousands of casualties! How much hatred you have released, how many mortals are unwilling before they die, Wandering between heaven and earth, gathering grievances. Chaos is born out of this…”
Chen Xing is now almost certain that this series of events has happened. He talked eloquently in the hall, and from the fragmentary fragments, he strung together the whole process of the raging corpse in Chang'an. In order to overthrow Fu Jian, the Feng family had been holding back for many years, and purchased the original site of the Exorcism Division. A new Xifeng Bank was built.
While digging up the Exorcism Department Headquarters and filling the canyon, the Feng family accidentally found the yin and yang mirror left by the exorcists, as well as the way to control the magic weapon.
So in order to fight against the ever-expanding Qin state, Feng Qianyi became mad and out of control. He began to try to convert the dead people into scorpions, and then absorbed the grievances between heaven and earth, refining them, and refining the shadow warriors in the mirror world. And the general, wait for the right time, and then release this army of living corpses from the mirror to overthrow Fu Jian.
"You provided him with the most powerful strength," Chen Xing said, "and the most suitable material."
The hall was suddenly silent.
"You haven't answered yet," Murong Chui said sullenly, "Why did the Feng family murder my niece? What does this have to do with Princess Qinghe?!"
Wang Ziye immediately interrupted, and asked, "How did Feng Qianyi transform the 魃? He was born familiar with such secret arts?"
"It's a kind of sorcery," Chen Xing replied. "It's not recorded in what I've learned. The specific process can only be known by asking him."
Tuoba Yan said: "We have very little information now, and we don't even know how many troops the enemy has. Based on the current situation, it will not be less than 200,000..."
Between the question and the answer, they actually bypassed Murong Chui's questioning. In front of Fu Jian, everyone didn't want to mention that Princess Qinghe participated in the treason case, and only hoped that the matter would be brought to light as soon as possible.
Fu Jian frowned slightly, and began to observe the expressions of everyone in the Murong family. Some people had already realized this and showed a look of horror. It seemed that they did not know it at all.
Xiang Shu replied, "Preliminary estimates are that there are at least 300,000 living corpses."
"So many things are hidden in a mirror?" Wang Ziye said in disbelief, "Where did you get it from?"
Chen Xing replied: "Yes, it is this mirror. Maybe it was found on the battlefield in the Central Plains. There are not many living people in this world, and the dead are still easy to find."
Speaking of Chen Xing's offering of the Yin-Yang Mirror, the magic weapon was swirling with black energy in his hands, slowly floating in the air, and everyone was shocked and backed away.
"Don't worry," Chen Xing said, "I have recovered the magic weapon, and all the scorpions have been released. Now we can only wait for the time, find a suitable place, and slowly release the grievances in the Yin-Yang Mirror. out, and then purify it, and try not to touch it in a short period of time.”
Wang Ziye said again: "Since the little brother is an exorcist, he must be able to purify this magic weapon."
Xiang Shu said solemnly: "Even if it succeeds, the magic weapon cannot be handed over to you."
Chen Xing was about to answer, but was interrupted by Xiang Shu, thinking that you are still working on the idea of this magic weapon
Wang Ziye asked again: "Leave the magic weapon aside for the time being, but to reiterate, since the little brother is an exorcist, do you want to have a trick to deal with Feng Qianyi as a monster?"
"No." Chen Xing replied, "To be honest, after all things are dead, exorcists in the world will no longer be able to exorcise demons. Right now, I am an exception. My only advantage is that I can only dispel grievances to a limited extent. Self-preservation is for Feng Qianyi's side, what he calls is full of grievances, and it is even more rampant."
"If Your Majesty is not willing to stop the battle and massacre as soon as possible," Chen Xing added, "Today's tragedy will definitely be repeated in the future. I'm done."
Fu Jian's face was gloomy. Since Wang Meng's death, it was the first time that someone dared to denounce him in such a face-to-face manner, and he poked at Fu Jian's pain points. Furious, he was fined fifty court sticks on the spot.
Tuoba Yan made a round of play again, and said to Fujian: "Since the whole incident is clear, this minister asks for your order, and together with Da Chanyu and Chen Xing, kill them back to Chang'an and capture Feng Qianyi!"
Fu Jian regained his senses, pondered for a moment, looked directly at Xiang Shu, and Xiang Shu raised his eyebrows at Fu Jian and replied, "It's not for fun that the old nest was pounded."
Fu Jian had no choice but to say: "The forbidden army is temporarily handed over to you to dispatch, Da Shanyu, the grievances between you and me will be settled after the chaos is settled. If anyone seeks vengeance against you during the period, those who violate the order will be executed."
There should have been an uproar in the hall, but everyone in the Murong family had realized what had happened, and looked at Xiang Shu with hatred, keeping silent.
"The forbidden army is left to you," Xiang Shu said, "to capture Feng Qianyi, the two of us are enough to bring the soldiers back, but I missed the lives of the sons."
"How can I be such a waste of life and fear of death?!" Fu Jian said angrily, "I can still fight! Prince Ye! Order the three armies! Open the weapons warehouse!"
Xiang Shu and Chen Xing left the main hall. Chen Xing was absent-minded, but when he was passing by Murong Chui, he suddenly heard a word.
"Little brother has been slaughtering all over the world, running around," Murong Chui said in a low voice, "It really breaks my heart, after Xiangyang hurriedly met, it's been a long time since we saw him."
With that said, Murong Chui took off the mask, revealing the burn marks. Chen Xing was suddenly startled, remembering that when he escaped from the city with Xiang Shu that day, he rushed into the Governor's Mansion full of kerosene and met Murong Chui!
Xiang Shu blocked Chen Xing imperceptibly.
"I don't have time to trouble you now, Murong Chui, be honest with the solitary king." Xiang Shu said coldly.
Chen Xing was restless. As soon as he left the hall, he knew that this matter must be difficult to do. Even if the matter of Princess Qinghe could be cleared up, Murong Chui would not let himself go for revenge.
Xiang Shu slapped Chen Xing behind Chen Xing's back, and Chen Xing was so shocked that he almost vomited blood.
"What are you doing?"
Xiang Shu mocked, "Are you afraid of Murong Chui?"
Chen Xing calmed his mind and asked Tuoba Yan, "How is Brother Feng?"
Tuoba Yan motioned to follow him, Feng Qianjun was safe and sound, and was placed under house arrest in a side hall on the hillside of Epang Palace. When Chen Xing entered, both sides exclaimed in unison.
"Great, you're fine." Chen Xing said.
Feng Qianjun was exhausted. After listening to the story, he said, "No matter what I do now, I can't save it, but I have to stop the big brother myself."
Chen Xing sighed and looked at Xiang Shu inquiringly, but Xiang Shu said, "Although the general process has been clarified, there are still many doubts, Feng Qianyi... Where did he get the skills to transform '魃'?"
In the room, Xiang Shu and Tuoba Yan, Feng Qianjun, and Chen Xing were sitting on the ground. Now, the more urgent the situation is, the more it needs to be calm. We must first find a way to deal with Feng Qianyi, otherwise he will rush back to Chang'an City and only We will all die together.
Chen Xing is naturally fearless. Anyway, with Suixing's protection, life has always been full of surprises. But that's not the case for Xiangshu.
Chen Xing thought for a while and said, "In the Department of Exorcism, there is no way to drive grievances, or magic to bring the dead back to life in such a situation. I can be sure that these are definitely not what he dug out of the ground. "
"In other words," Feng Qianjun said, "eldest brother learned from elsewhere."
Xiang Shu said: "Perhaps there is someone else who taught him these sorceries."
Chen Xing interjected: "It may also be that he got some secret scrolls by fate."
Xiang Shuchao asked Feng Qianjun, "Does that fellow have any strange friends that he has never had before?"
Feng Qianjun had been separated from his elder brother since he was a child, and he only met occasionally in Beijing for two or three years. He knew almost nothing about what his elder brother was doing.
Feng Qianjun shook his head.
"Remember the monster we met in Longzhong Mountain?" Xiang said.
Chen Xing remembered that at dusk yesterday, Feng Qianyi also wore a mask similar to the mysterious person that night.
Tuoba Yan said: "That is to say, there are still people behind the scenes."
Xiang Shu nodded slightly and said in deep thought, "It is very likely that this person is in the palace."
Chen Xing said, "Maybe it's the maid next to Princess Qinghe? Although I'm also wondering how this mirror came back to Feng Qianyi from the palace, but in the current situation, this is not the most important point."
Xiang Shu said, "No, this is very important."
Tuoba Yan frowned slightly, and Chen Xing told him about the story of Long Zhongshan.
"Someone has mastered the sorcery of resurrecting corpses and making ghosts," Feng Qianjun murmured, "give it to my eldest brother and persuade Princess Qinghe, at least for now, the princess, my eldest brother, and the mysterious person in Longzhongshan are all The henchmen in this group of sorcerers."
Chen Xing suddenly woke up like a dream, so it makes more sense! After all, Feng Qianyi couldn't move his legs, stayed in the capital for a long time, collected grievances everywhere to refine the Yin-Yang Mirror, and then transported all the hundreds of thousands of living corpses into the mirror world, which was obviously unreasonable.
But vaguely, he sensed that Xiang Shu still had a lot to say.
"Xiang Shu?" Chen Xing touched Xiang Shu's arm.
Xiang Shu instantly turned his eyes and looked at Chen Xing with a little bit of defensiveness.
"If you have anything, just say it," Feng Qianjun said with a wry smile, "You see my brother has become like this, shouldn't you have to say what you should say?"
Xiang Shu pondered for a long time, and when Chen Xing wanted to say "Forget it, forget it", Xiang Shu finally began to recall.
"Five years ago, when I was fifteen years old," Xiang Shu said, "there was a doctor in the Chile League, and his name was Kyella."
Chen Xing: "…"
Chen Xing had a hunch that the biggest unsolved case since he met Xiang Shu might be about to come to light.