Feng Zhuoyi trembled all over, and immediately realized that this was the "Northern barbarian witchcraft" that Zhu Xingli said, gritted his teeth and said, "Tell the imperial physician, urgently call Zhu Xingli back to the palace, hurry up!"
"Father!" The crown prince came out from behind the Panlong pillar, looked at the emperor with concern, but stopped below the high steps and did not step forward.
Feng Zhong shrank into a corner without saying a word.
The guards outside the palace gate immediately ran to look for the imperial physician, and the six Jinwu guards on the jade steps quickly walked in to protect the emperor. The hall was in chaos, and the prince ordered the emperor's bedroom to be sealed off, and no one was allowed to step out of the palace.
"Nizi!" Emperor Yuan Shuo tightly gripped the golden dragon head on the armrest, his voice was hoarse, his eyes were red and staring at the ground, and he didn't know who he was talking about.
"Liu Huangdi, what's going on?" The prince also looked angry, turned his head to look at Feng Zhong, but found that the place where Feng Zhong was standing was empty, and asked loudly, "Where is King Ying?"
Feng Zhong had already slipped outside the hall, hid in the shadows, and changed clothes with a guard who was knocked unconscious by him. He hid the spirit sword behind his back, hung up the guard's broad knife and walked out, mixed in with the guards who were looking for the King of England like headless flies, and ran out of the palace while in disorder.
What happened today was obviously arranged by the crown prince. He didn't fall for the trick and brought the fake blade six to claim credit, so the prince took the initiative to find fault and asked that person to come to the hall. Now that the emperor has been recruited, he cannot protect himself, and the situation is very bad.
There was the sound of uniform footsteps on the palace road, Feng Zhong dodged into the alley, and saw a large number of Yulin soldiers in silver armor marching mightily towards the emperor's bedroom. The emperor did not order the Habayashi army to escort him, so it is self-evident who gave the order.
Feng Zhong firmly remembered the teachings of his master.
"Do you know why people who cultivate immortals live longer than ordinary people? Because immortals can control swords, and they can run away if they cannot be beaten."
In the southern region, the Tea Festival is approaching, and the weather is already very hot. The water truck behind the Qingliang Hall kept delivering mountain spring water to the roof, and the rushing rain curtain separated the inside and outside of the hall into two worlds.
Mrs. Jing had just had a good night's sleep, and ran to Lin Xin's side energetically to play with him. Lin Xin sat on the ground, holding a mouse made of hemp rope, and chatting with Zhu Yangai while teasing the cat.
"There is no solution to devouring spirits. Please be careful, Master. If a barbarian comes, don't ask him to get close, and you can't pick up the things he handed over with your bare hands."
Zhu Yangai fiddled with the little spirit weapon in his hand without saying a word, not sure if he heard it.
"Master, there is something that my nephew would like to ask you for proof." Lin Xin hugged Mrs. Jing, moved to Zhu Yangai's side, and asked in a low voice, "Does our Zhu family have an ancient formation?"
"Kacha", Zhu Yan changed his strength, broke the small object in his hand, frowned and threw it aside, "How do you know?"
This Nian Palace was an ancient fairy mansion in the early days, and the owner of the fairy mansion is no longer testable. It is rumored that the Zhu family has collected thousands of volumes of ancient books and spiritual treasures as numerous as the sands of the Ganges River, which is a bit exaggerated because most of the treasures have long been lost. But there are also some very powerful things that survived, such as the group of ancient formations.
This is a secret known only to the Patriarchs of past dynasties, not even Zhu Xingli.
"Because someone passed through this formation and came back." Lin Xin looked into his uncle's eyes and paused word by word.
The hall fell into silence for an instant, except for the sound of the rain outside the window. The three deer glass beads the size of rice grains on Zhu Yangai's forehead reflected the sunlight interrupted by the rain, flickering on and off.
"Meow." Mrs. Jing rushed up to the lower table, stretched out her claws and fiddled with the forehead pendant.
"He said that the formation is behind the stone wall and the gate is ten feet high." In order to prove his words, Lin Xin added another sentence.
Zhu Yangai pinched the cat's paw, "Come with me."
The library cave is cool and deep, and countless books, calligraphy and paintings are neatly arranged on the stone walls. Not all ancient books are isolated, there are four books and five classics, legendary travel notes, poems and medical books, everything that one expects to find.
The world of cultivating immortals has experienced a period of decline and decay, and it has been restored to its current state only by relying on fragments of ancient books. The Zhu family inherited this Immortal Mansion, and followed the practice of their ancestors, collecting the current books here to benefit future generations.
"In another day, include my Full Moon Saber Technique." Lin Xin was shocked as he looked at the dazzling array of books.
"Later generations should want to know more about the method of absorbing souls." Zhu Yangai glanced at him, lit a candle in the distance with her fingers, and walked straight to a stone wall.
The stone wall is intact, and there is no echo when knocked, it is solid at all. Zhu Yangai's fingertips were stained with cinnabar, and he quickly drew formations on the stone wall, so fast that Lin Xin couldn't tell the difference.
There was a loud "boom", and the stone wall without any cracks suddenly shattered, revealing a small room measuring one foot square. It was the same as what Shen Lou described, the ten-foot-high door was covered with moss.
Zhu Yangai pushed open the stone door without hesitation, and Lu Li's spiritual light overflowed instantly, making people blinded.
Lin Xin closed his eyes, and after his eyes got used to the light, he finally saw the appearance of the room clearly, and couldn't help but exclaimed, "How could this be?"
This stone chamber was used to draw formations, and the ground should have been as flat as an altar. But now, the rocks are piled up into mountains, and the walls are full of potholes. The deer glass on the dome that should have been wrapped with the original stone was completely exposed, shining brilliantly.
Zhu Yangai raised her hand, her spiritual power swept up the wind and pushed away the gravel and dust, revealing the formation that had lost its color. The large formation that goes back in time can only be used once, and it is gone after it is used.
Like those dissipated souls, they are fixed at the moment of destruction and will never return.
Standing here, Lin Xin suddenly felt a sense of confusion, as if what was locked in this stone room was the world of his previous life.
"No wonder," Zhu Yangai looked around deeply, and quickly closed the stone room. She didn't look any further, and looked at Lin Xin with phoenix eyes, "Is the person who came back Shen Lou?"
Lin Xin was startled, "Master..."
"Heh, he said that someone in the north died of eating too much flame fish in one meal. However, flame fish is a special product in the southern region, and the price is expensive. It is impossible for ordinary restaurants to make so many flame fish in one day. I sent someone to check it out, and there is no such thing as this time. Something." Zhu Yangai snorted, and led Lin Xin out of the library cave.
Mrs. Jing, who was locked outside, was scratching at the door with her butt pouted, and when she saw Lin Xin coming out, she immediately grabbed his clothes and climbed up, squatting on his shoulders, and licking her paws condescendingly.
Zhu Yangai reached out to touch the cat's head, Madam Jing twisted, opened her mouth and pretended to bite him, and frightened her away. "At that time, madam, was she already gone?"
"Yes," Lin Xin admired his master's insight deeply, and he didn't hide it from him, "It is said that at that time, the spirit devouring flooded and everything was destroyed, so the master opened the big formation."
"Boy from the Shen family..." Zhu Yangai snorted lightly, "Then he is shouldering the burden of the world, and this matter cannot be messed up."
Because the big formation has been destroyed, there is no possibility of doing it again.
The model of the world and the leader of the four domains, Xuan Wang Shen Qingque, was elected as the person who went back in time and saved the immortal way. From the beginning of his rebirth, Shen Lou was doomed not to live for himself alone.
Lin Xin was suddenly a little worried.
While speaking, Zhu Jiangchun came to report quickly, "His Royal Highness has come down, with injuries all over his body!"
Zhu Jiangchun's two younger brothers, Zhu Jiangxia and Zhu Jiangqiu walked in with Feng Zhong on their side.
"What's going on?" Lin Xinsan ran over in two steps, and supported Feng Zhong to check.
"Hiss—it's nothing, it's just a skin trauma, don't let anyone know that I'm in the One Thought Palace..." Seeing Lin Xin here, Feng Zhong's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and he rolled his eyes and passed out.
When he woke up again, he was already lying on the bamboo mat in Qingliangdian. And the news that "the emperor was assassinated and seriously injured, and the prince supervised the country" has also spread to the southern region.
Zhu Yangai frowned slightly as he looked at the handbook sent by the Jinwu Guard.
Feng Zhang really pushed the matter to Feng Zhong, saying that he colluded with the barbarians and intended to usurp the throne. He ordered the princes and princes not to take him in, and sent them to Yongdu immediately when they saw them.
"This bastard!" Feng Chong was so angry that his heart ached.
"The emperor is in trouble, and the princes should be the king's rescue." Zhu Yangai picked up the spirit sword on the sword stand.
"Master," Feng Zhong hurriedly grabbed Zhu Yangai, "now the emperor has never lit the beacon fire, and the prince is in charge of the country, the princes must not act arbitrarily! If the southern region sends troops, it will be a traitor."
The other princes can rise up to stop the rebellious officials and thieves. If the time comes, they will not be able to rescue them, and Dayong will fall into war instead.
"The top priority is to send deer glass to Beiyu as soon as possible!" Lin Xin clenched his fists.
Since the spirit can be obtained, there must be an agreement between the prince and the barbarians. Feng Zhang strongly opposes Shen Lou's attack on Beimo, now that he is in power, the first thing he must do is to order the withdrawal of troops. If Shen Lou insisted on not withdrawing, the supply of grain, grass and deer glass would be cut off.
The army has been fighting the barbarians for three days, and both sides are jealous.
Shen Yingying walked into the tent with a big bow of Sang Hu on her back, and touched the blood on her face, "Why hasn't Lu Li arrived yet? The archers have no more Lu Li to use!"
"Lu Li won't be here anymore," Shen Lou sat on the commander's seat, pinching the imperial decree just delivered with frost on his face, "The crown prince supervises the country, and ordered to withdraw the troops."
They had already reached the foot of the Yin Mountain, and further ahead was Wang Ting. Wu Luolan He Ruo will definitely send someone to negotiate peace, and then as long as the barbarians hand over the great witch and the spirit devourer, it will be done. However, Wen Shilan returned suddenly a few days ago, and Dayong's side was short of deer glass, and suffered several defeats in a row, and now it has retreated to the south of the Huyan River.
"Seal the bastard!" Shen Yingying was so angry that she smashed the case table with a fist. The army of tens of thousands of monks and hundreds of thousands of mortals would withdraw as soon as they said they would. Even if there is a truce, there must be a process, and Luli was cut off suddenly, did they want them to hand over their necks to the barbarians
"Report—Lu Li is in a hurry, the bow and arrow can't keep up, the barbarians are crossing the river!"
Shen Yingying gritted her teeth, "Brother!"
"Huangge, go to Huanxinghai to tune Luli; Zishu, go to the Western Regions to find Zhong Youyu to borrow! Yingying, let's go!" Shen Lou opened the curtain and strode out. This battle must not stop, once it stops, it will be beyond redemption.
At the gate of the camp, Lin Xin, who was dressed up, took Yuan'a Jiuren and a carriage full of deer glass, and just stood firm.
"This is the private money I have saved for half a year, and it was originally intended to be used to marry a wife." Lin Xin blinked and said half-truthfully.
The deer glasses he embezzled were all hidden in Luqi Terrace. I planned to save for a few years, almost enough for Shen Lou to have a good fight. However, now, it can only solve the urgent need. For this war, it is still a drop in the bucket.
After making a gesture, a soldier immediately stepped forward, took Lu Li and sent it directly to the front line. Shen Yingying only had time to cheer, then got on the horse and ran towards the battlefield without looking back.
Shen Lou rushed over on his horse, grabbed Lin Xin onto his horse, and kissed him quickly, "I'll marry you."
Before Lin Xin could get a taste of it, he was thrown off the horse again, quickly turned over in the air, landed firmly, and Marshal Shen was nowhere to be seen.
A group of battalion guards with their jaws on the ground were left alone, dumbfounded.
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