The Path Toward Heaven

It is very common to assassinate a king, and it is not uncommon for subordinates to kill the king and then hold the main house to the throne.

Many of Huangpao's body are arches, and some are really forced to help.

Academician Zhang did not know about the assassination, and the emperor naturally did not know it, but many people already knew it beforehand.

The guards in the palace are all bachelors. Although they did not receive direct instructions, they knew where the assassins hidden in the water truck came from, and naturally kept silent.The eunuchs, who were faintly hearing the wind, shivered under the blanket and dared not look outside.The entire palace is in a strange quiet.

Mr. Zhang got up to wash, dressed in official clothes with the help of his old wife, and was ready to attend the DPRK meeting. However, he found that one of the few sons who sent him outside the house was missing.

"How about your elder brother?" He asked with a slight frown.

Several Zhang family sons glanced at each other, and said nervously: "Big brother met with friends last night. It seemed that he had drunk a lot, so he just stayed outside and did not come back."

Mr. Zhang was a little angry, but he didn't think too much. It was not until he walked into the sedan chair that the atmosphere in the house was a little weird.

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Grand Master Zhang did not drink or live in prostitutes, but sat in a room deep in a mansion in the capital.

Chen Guangxi was faint and separated by paper windows. The room was very dark. He could not clearly see his face and could only hear more than ten breaths.

The people in this room are the young and strong officials of the Imperial Court, who are only looking forward to the university.

No matter in terms of seniority or official position, Grand Master Zhang is not qualified to sit in the first place, but the people in the room have no opinions, and they are more respectful than usual.

After today's event, the eldest son is the prince.

The throne can sit, not to mention the first place?

There was no news for a long time, and the atmosphere in the room became more oppressive.

Finally someone couldn't sit still, got up and walked to the window, his voice said anxiously: "Even if the assassin lost his hand, what about the guards?"

In many residences in the capital city of Chu, the officials who received the wind were in a state of intense emotion. Some officials directly said that they did not go to the DPRK, and some officials, such as Lishu Shangshu, rushed to the outside of the palace with blush. With.

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The morning light moved from the ground of the palace to the window and penetrated through, illuminating the notched floor in the temple, reflecting water-like light patterns.

Chaoyang has risen.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes and had the same question in his mind as many officials: Why hasn't it come yet?

The Royal Palace is a very good place for him to practice, just like Qingshan, he does not want to leave, but now it seems that as his age grows, there will only be more and more troubles, and he is ready to leave.

He had confirmed the position of the mountain, and after preparing for the death, he went to the mountain incognito and became a savage. Who knew that the assassin had never appeared.

Suddenly there were several muffled sounds in the distance outside the temple, followed by footsteps, shouts, and the sound of the friction of weapons, and they were getting closer and closer.

Why did a secret assassination become such a fierce battle?Jing Jiu was a little surprised and got up and walked outside the hall.

Pushing the door open, the sun was dazzling, and he narrowed his eyes.

The palace gate was half hidden, and the bodies of several assassins were piled there.

There are more corpses in the palace wall. In addition to the assassins in common clothes, there are more than a dozen bodyguards. The blood is flowing and exudes a slight smell.

Between the corpse of the ground and the blood, a black and thin boy stood.

The teenager suffered a lot of injuries, covered in blood, the bones on his arms appeared, but the hands holding the hilt were still so stable.

The gate of the palace was finally forcibly opened by the outside guards, and the bodies of the assassins were shaken off.

Dozens of bodyguards shouted for the escort, and the fish rushed in and surrounded the black skinny boy in the middle.

Some guards wanted to come to Jing Jiu, but were blocked by a sword light.

That sword light came from the hands of the black skinny boy.

Seeing it was a bloody battle, no matter how fierce and capable the black skinny boy could fight, the final outcome could only be death or being captured.

"This is not what you should do."

Jing Jiu's voice echoed outside the hall, passing through the bodies of the assassins and guards, with a bloody smell.

He walked down the stone steps to the black skinny boy, looked at the guards and said, "He is my personal guard, do you want to kill him?"

Hearing these words, the guards were very surprised. Several guards secretly looked at each other, and in the end they dared not continue to do anything.

At this time, the forbidden army finally rushed outside the hall, surrounded by water, and the forbidden army commander was the most trusted general of Zhang Xueshi. At this time, his face was ugly as if he had just died. He directly tied all the guards and then snapped Kneel before Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu ignored him and took the black skinny boy back to the temple.

The leader of the forbidden army was pale, and he ordered his subordinates to carry the body out, rinse the ground with clean water, and then slowly covered the palace gate.

In the early morning, Jing Jiu drove out the eunuchs and the court ladies, and there was no one in the hall.

Jing Jiu found some wound medicine in the residence of the court ladies and handed it to the black skinny boy, beckoning him to sit down at will.

The black skinny boy should be the unfaithful disciple, but he changed his appearance when entering the illusion and became a little different.

Jing Jiu is more familiar with this face, especially the straight, persistent spirit between his eyebrows and eyes, which is hard to forget.

The black skinny boy took off his coat that had been chopped into strips with a sword, and began to bandage his wounds without speaking.

Jing Jiu looked out the window and met the blue bird in the branch.

The blue bird flew away silently, perhaps to the Zhao State Palace, or to the Taishou Mansion in the North Sea, and the farthest corner of the world, it only took an instant for it.

Jing Jiu asked: "Why did you go to Wanshou Mountain from Guocheng Temple? Even if you don't leave, you should go to Yimaozhai? Didn't Zenzi already write a letter?"

Asking three questions in a row, this is a rare thing for him with a cold temperament.

These three questions also revealed another surprising fact. It turned out that the black skinny boy was Liu Shisui.

Why did Liu Shisui practice Buddha at Guocheng Temple?

"The real man guessed that your son would come to the questioning meeting and let me come in to help you as a disciple of no mercy."

When it comes to Yi Mao Zhai, Liu Shisui hesitated and didn't explain, but only talked about the reason he appeared here.

This is really a rare thing for Shi Jing Jiuru as a teacher.

Jing Jiu understood Liu Ci's thoughts.

As the head of Castle Peak, Liu Ci naturally knew that Liu Shisui had already left the sword prison of Shang Defeng, and even knew that Liu Shisui was in Guocheng Temple.

Jing Jiu never thought of hiding Liu Ci, and it is difficult to hide his past in his current state.

Liu Ci wanted to help Jing Jiu grab Xianlu from the hands of the Zhongzhou faction, so he had to prepare a helper for him.

Zhuo Rusui was too striking, so he thought of Liu Shisui who was far away from Guocheng Temple.

If Jade Bird was still on the branch outside the window at this time, Liu Shisui's words would be transmitted to the outside world, which would inevitably cause an uproar and shock.

Everyone thought that the Zhongzhou faction had an absolute advantage in this questioning conference, because they had four disciples entered the illusion.

Who could have thought that Qingshan Sect had quietly sent three disciples in, and Jing Jiu, who played on behalf of Shui Yuean, did not say, who would have thought of Liu Shisui's dark chess?

In this way, Liu Zhenren's personal visit to Yunmeng Mountain may not be as simple as releasing goodwill. It is more like sitting in town for the subsequent victory!

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Jing Jiu asked: "How is the true qi situation in your body now?"

Liu Shisui said: "There were some repetitions in the past few years, but the head of the real person passed me a skill and temporarily suppressed it."

Jing Jiu said: "After going out, I still have to go to Yimaozhai. The suppression will not last long. I still have to find a way to solve it."

Liu Shisui was reluctant to go to Yi Mao Zhai, but since the son had spoken, there was no way but to respond.

Jing Jiu was still a little worried that he lied in order to stay in the illusion to protect himself, and extended a finger to his brow.

Liu Shisui didn't dare to dodge, and he sat up straight, and the movement to wrap up the wound stopped.

There was a clear ringtone in the distant void, and only Jing Jiu could hear it. It didn't take long for him to retract his finger and frown slightly.

Liu Shisui knew that the son had an expression, which meant a big event, and he couldn't help getting nervous, saying, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay."

Jing Jiu sensed a mark deep in Liu Shisui's body.

Now in the illusion, everyone's body is a soul, who can make a mark on the ten-year-old soul, but he has not been discovered?

Liu Shisui's blood demon skill level is now extremely high, and ordinary strong monks can't do it at all.

Soon he thought that this should be Qing Tian Jian Ling's method, and his mark was erased by waving his hand, and he didn't say anything to Liu Shisui.After the death of Emperor Xing, regardless of heaven and earth or real world illusion, he is the one who has the strongest understanding and mastery of the soul of the gods, and even the elder brother is already inferior to him, not to mention a spirit.

At this time, the blue bird flew back to the imperial palace of Chu and landed on a branch.

Jing Jiu didn't speak anymore, and Liu Shisui was silent, and continued to bow his wounds.

Jade Bird looked at the black, skinny boy who was covered in wounds. His eyes were a little puzzled, and he wondered why he had left his mark on this blood demon remnant?

Even if the emperor was assassinated, no matter how it was covered, the news would spread very quickly.

The atmosphere at the meeting became extremely tense and depressive, and Zhang Xueshi's face was gloomy, and his eyes swept over the subordinates who followed him. His eyes seemed to have hidden thunder, about to explode.In the end he didn't say anything, entered the palace as quickly as possible, came to the front of the palace, and sincerely begged to see His Majesty.

The palace gate opened slowly.

Master Zhang looked at the black skinny boy, thinking about what the forbidden army commander said, and gave birth to a lot of puzzles. He wondered when His Majesty was in contact with the strong practitioners outside the palace?

The bodies of the assassins and bodyguards have been removed, and the ground has been washed several times with clear water, but a slight bloody smell remains.

The black flies, who didn't know where they came from, hummed and cheered.

Smelling the bloody smell, thinking of the previous danger here, the academician's face was even more ugly.

Coming to the temple, looking at the young emperor leaning on the couch, the sergeant stepped forward slowly, lifted his front, and knelt down with a solemn expression.

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(My WeChat public account maoni1118 will post a trailer for the rest of the year to show to everyone, just the plot of these days has a bit of the feeling, especially the old eunuch Hong who is lying on the chair. In addition, this chapter has only three thousand words today , And it's about to be at the end of the month. I would like to trouble you to prepare for the 2,000 chapters and the National Day break ....)