The second master of the Tang family walked towards the imperial city.
This was his first visit to the imperial palace, but he was very familiar with the imperial palace, whether it was the Heavenly Dao Killing Plane or other organ formations, he could not hesitate for a moment in his steps.
Not long after, the green shirt disappeared into the night, and when it reappeared, it was already in front of Lingyan Pavilion.
The stone steps near his eyes are very long, straight into the night sky, as if he could ascend to the sky by this.
For many people, Lingyan Pavilion and this long staircase are the most spectacular and beautiful buildings in the palace.
But to the second master of the Tang family, this stone staircase and the single building above are the ugliest buildings in the palace.
In his opinion, Lingyan Pavilion, the long steps and the architectural style of the palace cannot be integrated at all, it is too new and too conspicuous.
"It's really the aesthetics of nouveau riche."
He said with a slight mockery, and then walked up the long steps.
Before arriving at Lingyan Pavilion, he didn't show any prudence, just opened the door and walked in, looking too calm and calm.
Liang Wangsun sat on the ground in the middle of Lingyan Pavilion, quietly looking at the closed windows, wondering what he was thinking.
His blood is still flowing, entering the streets and alleys of Kyoto through the light of daytime fireworks.
"Emperor Taizong's transformation of the imperial chariot map is not thorough, and some problems cannot be solved. If you continue like this, the blood will flow away quickly."
The second master of the Tang family walked into Lingyan Pavilion, glanced at the portraits on the surrounding walls, tapped his palm with a folding fan, and shook his head.
Liang Wangsun raised his head, looked at him and said, "Who are you?"
The second master of the Tang family said calmly, "My surname is Tang, and I'm the second."
Liang Wangsun's expression was slightly concentrated, and he said, "So it's the second master of the Tang family."
The second master of the Tang family laughed silently, as if he felt very happy because he felt that a celebrity like Liang Wangsun knew him.
Then his smile suddenly disappeared, and he said expressionlessly: "Since the prince knows me, then you should also know that you are not my opponent."
Liang Wangsun looked at him quietly, and said: "Others don't know the horror of the second master of the Tang family, so how could I not know, but now I am connected with the emperor's figure, how can you move me?"
The second master of the Tang family's eyes fell on him.
A bright, golden aura was looming on Liang Wangsun's body.
He was sitting in Lingyan Pavilion, but he was integrated with the emperor's chariot in the capital.
Any attack on him can be regarded as an attack on Huang Rentu, and will be mercilessly backlashed by Huang Rentu.
But if you don't take action against Liang Wangsun, how can you separate him from the emperor's figure
The second master of the Tang family laughed silently again, his expression should be a little funny, but in the bright daytime Lingyan Pavilion, it looked extraordinarily terrifying.
He didn't even look at Liang Wangsun, he went directly to the only four beams facing the east in Lingyan Pavilion, took out something from his sleeve, and inserted it between the beams.
Liang Wangsun looked at this scene, his expression suddenly changed, he wanted to do something, but he couldn't get up.
An extremely ancient breath overflowed from the palm of the second master of the Tang family, followed that thing, directly entered into the beams and columns, then continued to go down, crossed the long stone steps, entered somewhere underground in the palace, and then passed through those unknown The secret passages and aqueducts spread in all directions of Kyoto.
A breeze blew in Lingyan Pavilion, and there was a slight buzzing sound, and the bright light instantly dimmed!
Just like that, the fireworks of the Demon Artifact Daylight were extinguished!
Liang Wangsun's blood fell down the tiger's mouth onto the fireworks in the daytime, and could no longer be absorbed, but continued to drip onto the ground.
An extremely painful muffled groan burst out from between his lips!
His soul was separated from the emperor's figure in this way. Although he did not receive all the backlash from the battle, this forced separation still caused him to suffer serious internal injuries!
Just after that painful groan, blood overflowed from the corner of his lips.
Liang Wangsun's face became extremely pale, the hand holding the white fireworks trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of shock.
He looked at the second master of the Tang family in disbelief and said, "How do you know the formation pivot and the magic method!"
The second master of the Tang family slowly moved his palm away from the beam, and took out a towel from his sleeve to carefully wipe off the sawdust remaining in his palm.
There is an extra bronze artifact on that beam, most of which are embedded in it, leaving only the top layer, which looks like an eye.
A very old eye.
"Not long ago, I said to a junior that we must learn to be in awe. The most awe-inspiring thing about my Tang family is history." He looked at Liang Wangsun and said, "Whether it is the Chen family or your Liang family, everyone thinks This large formation in the capital belongs to you, but you have all forgotten that this large formation... was built by our Tang family."
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In the autumn forest of the Jinghe Garden, the statue of the sage of the previous generation, carved from black stone, slowly sank to the ground again, and yellowish grass re-growth on the wet soil surface at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The crack in the middle of Hongju South Street slowly closed again, and the scorching aura overflowing from the depths was gradually isolated, and the wind became louder and whizzed non-stop, as if howling desperately and unwillingly.
In the courtyard in the north of Baizhifang, the decayed buildings could not be restored, but the clear water in those canals flowed into the half-collapsed well again.
On the surface of the mound in Jiangong Beili, the green pines stand up again from the soil, the bones and corpses are covered, the lightning keeps falling, and the golden luster that soars into the sky is once again stained by the venomous breath, and it will never be the same as before. The majesty and sacredness of the tomb, everything is silent, and it is still a big tomb that no one knows about!
The light from Lingyan Pavilion suddenly disappeared and returned to the night, just like the past thousand years.
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The dense formation that enveloped the entire capital gradually dissipated between the heaven and the earth.
The turmoil that had been suppressed for a long time in the night was gradually about to surface.
King Louyang hid in the mansion outside the palace anxiously, while the rest of the Chen family princes rushed towards the old mansion of their disciples that they and their parents were familiar with.
All the ministries and monasteries of the Great Zhou court were in an eerie silence, not knowing what changes would happen later.
The Ivy Courts were also in absolute silence. Both the court cavalry and the state church cavalry had already evacuated to places where the situation was more tense.
No one knew that Zhuang Zhihuan, the dean of Tiandao Academy, was in the residence of Minister of Rites at this time.
During the Battle of Naihe Bridge, the Minister of Rites, who showed his true inclination, has a high prestige in the court, so although he has endured very hard this year, the Holy Empress did not treat her like other courtiers. , directly drove him out of the court, and even gave him a death sentence.
I don't know if it's because of this reason, but his attitude is not as fierce as many people think.
"If you can keep people from dying, it's better not to kill people. If you can kill fewer people, then let fewer people die."
The Minister of Rites took out a thick stack of paper from his sleeve, handed it to Zhuang Zhihuan, and said: "I have guarded the court for more than two hundred years. Liu Piaochu, I have respect for my empress, and I have compassion for those courtiers, not everyone is Zhou Tong, they are all Cheng Jun, and they are all thieves."
Ever since Zhuang Huanyu committed suicide, Dean Zhuang, who lost his only son, has become more silent, and tonight is no exception.
He took the stack of papers, glanced at the names on it, turned around and walked out of the mansion, without promising anything to the Minister of Rites.
The Minister of Rites looked at his back and sighed, knowing that after tonight, whether it was the victory of the Holy Empress or his own side, an extremely tragic situation would inevitably usher in.
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The situation in Kyoto tonight is extremely tense, but also extremely weird.
Among the several forces that can exert sufficient influence on the situation tonight, some have never made their voices heard.
The quietness of the Li Palace may indicate that the Pope is still hesitating, like the green leaves in the pot, still swaying.
But the Tianhai family, which has been operating in Kyoto for many years and has great power both in the military and in the court...why has it remained silent until now
In the night around Tianhai's mansion and manor, there are at least ten thousand cavalry hidden, and there are many strong monks, passing through the air from time to time.
These cavalry and cultivators are all forces controlled by the Tianhai family. The problem is that these forces should have appeared in the palace at this time, in the mansions of princes and princes, in the government offices of the court, and should not stay here. It has been going on for a long time, and there is no sign of dispatch.
The so-called silence is actually only external. Many things have happened inside the Tianhai family's mansion and manor.
Those things are very bloody and cruel, because the two sides in the battle are clansmen, family members, relatives, father and son...
The blood on the ground in the courtyard was extremely dazzling under the light of the lights.
Tianhai Shengxue squinted his eyes, still feeling a wave of disgust in his chest and a feeling of dizziness.
During this period of time, news came one after another that some younger generation children of the Tianhai family who did not obey the order and insisted on sending troops were extremely cruelly suppressed by the power of the head of the family.
Several of his cousins should have been subdued or even killed by this time.
His own brother, just now, in front of his eyes, had an arm cut off by his father.
"Why?"
He raised his head, looked at his father, and said with a trembling voice, "Why did you do this?"
"what why?"
In the empty lobby, the chair looked extremely lonely, and Tianhai Chengwu also looked very lonely sitting in the chair, but this did not change his expression in any way.
He looked at his son and asked blankly, "What exactly do you want to know?"
"There are so many things I want to know!"
Tianhai Shengxue shouted angrily: "What are you going to do!"
After experiencing the turmoil and bloody suppression in the first half of the night, there was no one in the room at this time, only their father and son, and the loneliness was a little palpitating.
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