The most powerful of the three forbidden techniques of the holy religion is the technique of refining dead soldiers. Not to mention evil, it is cruel enough. It is terrible enough to use it on others. If it is used on oneself... the consequences will be unimaginable.
Seventeen is a dead man, but he didn't do it voluntarily.
The ghost king is a dead man, and he doesn't seem to be voluntary.
What kind of muscle did that grandpa who was meditating couldn't figure out, and actually used this method on himself
Could it be... just for the so-called realm of martial arts
Qiao Wei shook her head, this grandpa is probably crazy.
After that, Qiao Wei didn't dare to ask Yun Zhu anything, fearing that if she was not careful, she would not open any pot and carry which pot, which would only increase Yun Zhu's troubles.
Yunzhu didn't deliberately lower the volume when she spoke, Hai Shisan and Yan Feijue also listened to it, but the two of them also thoughtfully didn't say anything, they drove the carriage safely, and drove the carriage back to the palace before sunset .
The atmosphere in Fangcui Garden was a bit off. The maids were all trembling, lowering their heads to clean up the mess in the yard. Fu Xueyan stood on the porch, commanding the servants with a vigilant expression.
Seeing the return of Qiao Wei and her group, she relaxed and greeted them.
Qiao Wei looked at the mess in the yard, and asked wonderingly, "What happened?"
Fu Xueyan said: "Shortly after you left, people from the Holy Cult came. There were dead men with poisonous bodies, and a few holy masters. They should have come for the ghost king."
Qiao Wei frowned: "They want to take the Ghost King back?"
Fu Xueyan nodded: "They didn't know that the ghost king was out, and they thought that the ghost king was in the courtyard."
Qiao Wei's eyes turned cold: "A group of bastards, do you still want to plot against the ghost king? Is anyone injured?"
Fu Xueyan said a little fortunately: "No, Shi Qi discovered it in time."
Wang Shu and Jing Yun happened to be not in the yard at that time, so they were not frightened.
Knowing that it was a false alarm, Qiao Wei was a little relieved.
Qiao Wei glanced behind the crowd, didn't see the jade coffin, and didn't ask any further questions, she said softly, "Dinner is ready", and welcomed them into the room.
Hai Shisan and Yan Fei returned to their house.
Qiao Wei took off her cloak, went to the ear room to wash, Fu Xueyan followed gently, glanced at Yunzhu who was sitting on the bedside teasing Xiao Muyan, and said softly: "How is it? Can you see the princess?"
Qiao Wei also looked at Yunzhu, seeing that Yunzhu was concentrating on teasing the child, instead of looking this way, she lowered her voice and said, "I didn't see the princess, but I saw King Yin."
Fu Xueyan gave Qiao Wei a hand that poured water: "How did you meet him? Wasn't he washed away by the flood? Did you find him so soon?"
Qiao Wei thought of Prince Yin's twitching appearance, and felt that the slight goodwill he had built up with great difficulty in recent times was gone, and said with itchy teeth, "Do you know who he is now?"
"What identity?" Fu Xueyan asked subconsciously, not forgetting to pour hot water into the copper basin.
Qiao Wei took the soap soap and wiped it viciously on the palm of her hand: "He is very beautiful, and he is the young leader of the Holy Church."
Fu Xueyan was shocked immediately: "He is the young leader of the Holy Church? Aunt's..."
Qiao Wei nodded.
Fu Xueyan's eyelashes trembled: "I didn't expect that man to be the leader of the Holy Cult. What about the Third Highness? He is also the leader's flesh and blood?"
Qiao Wei raised her eyebrows when she remembered the treatment of the Third Highness in the Holy Church: "Nine out of ten."
The two were talking, and Queen Yeluo entered the room heartlessly with a freshly peeled grapefruit in her arms. Seeing her blissful face, the two really didn't know how to mention King Yin, His Highness the Third Prince and that man to her. thing.
"Xiao Wei!"
Qiao Wei was wiping her hands when Queen Yeluo's head suddenly came in.
Qiao Wei was frightened suddenly, her body trembled, and her heart almost trembled.
Fu Xueyan quietly covered the corners of her lips: "I'll go and see if the food is ready."
Leaving Qiao Wei behind, she withdrew alone.
Qiao Wei secretly thought that her allies were unreliable, leaving her alone to deal with her aunt at the critical moment, isn't this cheating her
"Aunt, are you here?" Qiao Wei squeezed out a sweet smile, suppressing the tumbling in her heart.
Queen Yeluo pinched her face: "Stop laughing, it's so fake."
Qiao Wei's face darkened.
Queen Yeluo said: "You went to Shengjiao today, did you see Sheng'er?"
Sheng'er, the nickname of the Third Highness.
Qiao Wei said without changing her face: "I see, he is fine."
Queen Yeluo asked puzzledly: "Why are they arresting him? Are they trying to threaten King Yeluo or my mother?"
neither…
His Highness the Third is the foolish son of the leader's family, and it's too late for the Holy Church to favor him.
Qiao Wei was thinking about how to skip this topic perfectly, but Queen Ye Luo said by herself: "By the way, have you seen Yin'er?"
Since "King Yin" visited Queen Yeluo last time, he never appeared again, and Queen Yeluo missed him.
This, Qiao Wei doesn't want her aunt to know, she loves King Yin so much, if she knows that he betrayed them, she might be so sad.
"I didn't see it." Qiao Wei shook her head decisively.
Queen Yeluo was disappointed: "Oh."
With her appearance, Qiao Wei dared not tell her the truth anymore. If she could hide it for a day, it would be a big deal to tie that bastard King Yin back and beat him until he didn't dare to commit crimes.
At night, the family ate lively and lively.
After dinner, the two little buns took Yunzhu and Qiao Zheng to the yard for a walk, while Qiao Wei went to visit Ji Mingxiu in the secret room.
This is the eighth day of retreat, and Qiao Wei has not seen him once. The door of the secret room is locked from the inside, and no one can enter unless he wants to.
Qiao Wei touched the cold stone door, wanting him to open it, remembering Fu Xueyan's words, she held back.
She didn't dare to stay any longer, and left after standing for a while.
Not long after she left, a tall and straight figure walked in slowly.
He held a brocade box in one hand, and pressed the other hand on the stone door. With a shock of internal strength, he opened the stone door.
The dim light in the tunnel shone in obliquely, and shone on Ji Mingxiu's body curled up in pain. His face was as pale as a layer of wax paper, and his lips were chapped and bloodless.
Gongsun Changli stretched out a slender jade hand and pressed it against his hot forehead.
His palms were cold.
Ji Mingxiu comfortably relaxed his frown.
Gongsun Changli knelt down behind him, supported his shoulders, half-embraced him into his arms, opened the brocade box in his hand, took out a sacred snow lotus, picked off the white petals, and picked him away with his fingertips. The dry lips were fed in piece by piece.
The petals melted in the mouth, and a cool feeling spread in Ji Mingxiu's body, and the tendons and veins that had been corroded to the utmost by the palm poison strengthened little by little.
Gongsun Changli wrapped him in his arms with one arm, held his hand with the other, and gently input a wave of internal force, suppressing his disordered internal breath bit by bit.
Ji Mingye, who was tormented by the excruciating pain and was almost obsessed, finally got a bit of relief, and let out a soft snort from his nose.
Gongsun Changli's throat rolled.
Ji Mingxiu snorted again comfortably, with a magnetic voice, revealing a touch of laziness.
Gongsun Changli's breathing became short, and he withdrew his inner strength, put him back on the cold floor, and left the stone room without looking back.
On the second day, when Yunzhu and Qiao Zheng arrived at the stone room with a newly developed medicine that could almost replace snow lotus, Ji Mingxiu had passed the first dangerous period.
Qiao Zheng raised his eyebrows, his son-in-law's physique is good!
…
It is imminent for Ji Ming to become the Nine Suns Palm, but there is no delay in dealing with the Ghost Emperor. Except for the ignorant aunt, everyone already knows that the powerful master on Yinhu Island is the Ghost Emperor, and they also know that the Ghost Emperor The emperor is Yunzhu's father, so no one dares to mention this matter.
Yunzhu called Qiao Wei into the room: "Don't worry about me, from the moment he made himself a dead man, he has nothing to do with me."
A ghost emperor who has gone mad, has long lost his memory, his relatives don't recognize him, and only killing is in his eyes.
Fifteen-year-old Yunzhu might try to wake up her father, but after so many years, she has accepted the fact that her father will never come back.
That person is no longer alone.
He is an unkillable monster.
Either she ruined him or he ruined them all.
Yunzhu said calmly: "Let the ghost king take the poison pill of the pure yin body, maybe there is a glimmer of hope to kill him."
Qiao Wei took a deep look at him: "Has Grandma made a decision?"
Yunzhu said seriously: "It's decided, you can do it."
Qiao Wei went.
She went to Qiao Zheng's room. She wanted to ask how Xun Lan was doing, but the King of Ghosts walked in angrily and sat down on a cold stool.
Soon, Yan Feijue followed.
Qiao Wei and Qiao Zheng looked at them together, and asked in unison, "What's wrong?"
Yan Feijue sighed, looked at Qiao Wei and said, "Xun Lan woke up, she didn't want to take medicine, she said she wanted to see you, and said that if you didn't go, she would rather destroy the poison pill than leave it to you. you."
This woman really doesn't stop all day long!
Qiao Wei went to Xun Lan's yard.
Xun Lan is really sober. With her current condition, it is not bad to be able to open her eyes in broad daylight. She can still act like a normal person. This perseverance is really impressive.
This is the first time since Xun Lan entered the palace, Qiao Wei looked at her seriously for the first time. She must have had a bad time in the past few months. The hair is also a few white.
Where is this still the majestic Ji family mistress
She's just plain old.
"You're here." Xun Lan pointed to the chair beside her, as if she didn't know that Qiao Wei had seen her embarrassed appearance, and said in a normal tone, "If you're not afraid, just sit down."
Qiao Wei took a water bag and sat on the chair opposite her.
Xun Lan knew what was in the water bag without looking at it: "Are you afraid sometimes?"
Qiao Wei put Jing Yun's boy pee in her hand and put it away, and said with a faint smile, "Be prepared."
Xun Lan made Qiao Wei a cup of tea.
Qiao Wei said, "I don't drink tea."
Xun Lan paused while pouring tea, her eyes fell on her still flat stomach: "Are you pregnant?"
Qiao Wei touched her belly: "Two months."
Xun Lan looked calm, put the poured tea in her hand, took another empty cup, and poured a cup of warm water: "Here."
Qiao Wei took a sip of water, and looked at her with a half-smile: "So calm?"
Xun Lan put down the teapot, picked up her cup, and took a sip: "Believe it or not, I've already put it down."
Qiao Wei smiled lightly and said, "Did you really let go or pretend to let go?"
Xun Lan asked, "Do you know what happened to me after Ji Mingxiu took Brother Liu away in front of my face?"
Qiao Wei raised her hand: "If this is your last words, I would like to hear more about it."
Xun Lan shook her head gently: "You won't understand."
Qiao Wei said: "Is it important for me to understand?"
Xun Lan said: "It's not important."
Qiao Wei said: "Then what do you want to say to me if you want to see me?"
Xun Lan sighed quietly: "Mr. Qiao, do you believe in fate?"
Qiao Wei looked at her: "I didn't believe it before."
Xun Lan laughed at herself and said, "I have done a lot of evil, and Ji Mingxiu obviously let me go, but I still fell into your hands in the end. This is the end, and it is my fate."
Qiao Wei said lightly: "Since you know it's fate, what else can you complain about?"
Xun Lan shook her head and said, "I'm not complaining, I'm just not reconciled."
Qiao Wei said with a smile: "You just said that you let go, and then you said that you are not reconciled. Which sentence do you want me to believe?"
Xun Lan stood up, gently opened the window, and the cold wind came in. She faced the wind and looked at the boundless snow: "If a person is dying, he has no time to be jealous of anyone. , what I let go is my own obsession, what I am not reconciled to is my son, I know I was wrong... After leaving Daliang, I have asked myself countless times, if I can go back, if I can grab something, What will I catch...not Ji Mingxiu, not Ji Shangqing, nor the position of the mistress of the Ji family...it's Brother Liu..."
As she said, she turned around, and her pleading eyes fell into Qiao Wei's eyes, "Let me see him for the last time, and I will give you whatever you want."