Tian Fengchang was the old subordinate of Nie Yinshan, a veteran general who attacked Han. His son scolded Liling Jun for being drunk. Ding Ning, who opened a wine shop in the wutong tree, humiliated and rejected the good intentions of the emperor in the street. As for Widow Zhao... he suddenly remembered Banyue.

When I patrol the street, the horse in the mansion was shocked by the water.

"Your Highness, Qin's law is very strict. These three people are all recorded in Changling Hucao..." The scholar's advice had just begun, but he heard the master casually add it: "There is also a Xishi business for Zheng's business in the market.

The one-eyed veteran who settled the accounts dared to deduct the Jiaoshi I ordered last month."

When he said this, he was taking off a black lacquered wooden box from the ancient shelf. The cold sword energy leaked when the lid opened, which made the orchid on the desk instantly withered three petals.

"I know what you are worried about." Li Lingjun picked up the jade talisman in the box and rubbed it gently. The words "Wind and Thunder" engraved on the talisman were shining with a dark blue luster under the candlelight, and walked towards the study with wide sleeves and wind.

The military strategy frame on the west side: "So I specially borrowed twelve Shadow Guard Talismans from Lord Xu."

"I am the most disliked person." He suddenly raised his tone and was shocked by the night owls living under the eaves: "These borers usually bully the market, but now they have to teach them what they know..."

The words came to an abrupt end. Lu Siche looked at the master's back froze, and suddenly noticed that a light golden pattern had been added to the other party's neck - like a talisman, or like some kind of ancient sword mark.

"It's three o'clock in the middle of the year." When Li Lingjun turned around again, the anger on his face had melted into a spring breeze. He arranged jade talismans one by one on the military strategy frame, and the distance between the talismans was exactly the same: "

Let the kitchen warm two goat milk, and you can rest."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! When the ugly drum sounded three streets outside, twelve black shadows flew out from the backyard wall of the Lilingjun Mansion.

The breath-avoiding runes on their black suits perfectly blend into the night. Only when passing through the back alley of the cloth shop in Nanshi City, a dark shadow accidentally leaked a little lightning, awakening the old beggar curled up on the straw mat.

The old beggar's turbid eyes reflected the direction of the black shadows disappearing, and a strange "hoho" sound suddenly came from his throat.

He trembled and took out half of the paper stained with oil from his arms, and used the moonlight to identify the newly printed neat handwriting - it was the "Health Preservation and Body Training" issued by Zhao Qing Bairi.

When the clapper sounded seven times in the fourth hour, Li Lingjun stood alone under the dripping eaves. The night wind rolled up his untied hair, revealing a few strands of undyed grayish whiteness. He smiled at the silent mansion.

When he turned around, he was the Proton who was bright and bright again.

The lanterns under the veranda stretched out the hazy shadows very long, like thin dragons crawling on the ground.

...

The afterglow of the drums of the ugly times is still lingering in the streets and alleys. The cypress coffin lid in the backyard of the coffin shop in the south of the city has quietly slid half a foot away. Ye Ce's white skirt swept across the dark lattice at the bottom of the coffin, and the green fingertips are "Dian"

The rhythm of three long and two shorts is tapped on the character pattern, and the copper bell at the eaves is stagnant.

Zhang Shiwu squatted in the corner of the wall to pick out the paper money. The hilt of the Yin-Yang double swords poked out from the bamboo basket, and happened to resist the falling yellow paper.

The undried cinnabar on the paper rubbed against the hilt of the sword, winding like weeping blood.

"The money from Bashan Sword Field raises a cartilage dog."

Old Wu, who opened the coffin shop, turned out from the wall where the coffin was parked, holding half a pot of cold wine in his hand. The worn cotton wool on his cuffs was stained with cinnabar, which at first glance looked like a solidified blood scab: "The day before yesterday, the man took three out of the secret warehouse.

A hundred sea mermaid beads were sent to the waist bag of the nanny in Zheng Xiu's palace."

"After all, it cannot be put on the surface, and can only be used in the name of "Lu Family Zuku", and you have to be careful to avoid people's eyes and ears."

Ye Celen dipped his fingertips into wine and drew talismans on the table. The rippling green light locked his breath in a square inch: "However, since Lu Siche knew where the secret library was, why not secretly transfer it?"

"Will the host family be the Caishikou?"

Old Wu shook open the yellowed silk book, and the dense red circles marked the courtyards in the mansion, like poisonous spiders entrenched. The oil lamp pulled his shadow long: "There are three palaces just for the sweeping woman outside his bedroom.

The spy sent by the middleman.”

"Last month, the second boy from the Lu family sent a copy of the old scriptures to the bookstore in the south of the city. The next day, he was intercepted by the swordsman of Zhengwusi. He searched and sucked in - saying that he was banned books, but in fact he wanted to find out our bottom line." He pointed out that

He pointed to the position marked with seven eye-catching red dots, and sneered in the paper ash and drifted away: "Zheng Xiu, this woman, even her urinal is to be stuffed into her eyeliner."

"It's more than just eyeliner."

Old Wu's wife brought a lacquer plate and moved out of the kitchen. There were two bowls of plain noodles with green onions on them: "At the beginning of the year, the account in his mansion paid for repairing the ancestral tomb. As soon as it was out of the silver treasury, Li Xiang's godson was defeated.

The severance of the severance was cut off and 50% of the money was cut off. What was the 'market tax'?"

Ye Ce glanced at the stitches of the old Wu's wife's cuffs. The woman washed clothes for the wealthy family during the day, and helped to scatter the coffin board at night. Her knuckles were so thick that they could crush walnuts: "Three hundred marquis beads."

If Zheng Xiu had half of the praise, it would be like what Li Lingjun would do."

"How many are left in the secret warehouse?" Zhang Shiwu suddenly looked up, and the Yin and Yang swords beeped in the bamboo basket.

"About 40% of gold and silver, jade beads are still there, and three boxes of ancient sword scores are still sealed." Old Wu dipped in wine and wrote numbers on the stone slab, and his handwriting was wrinkled by the wind through the hall, just like their fragmented plan: "Of course, most of them are

It has been transported to Chu Realm long ago - this is the known part."

Zhang Shiwu threw a tin foil ingot into the brazier again: "I heard that the old Changling family businesses were spread all over the country, so when the Lu family was destroyed, Yuanwu's army carriages were continuously transported out for five days.

Is this true that all the valuable things in the Lu family’s mansion empty?”

Old Wu nodded and said slowly: "The furniture in the Lu family's mansion is only one-tenth of the real wealth of the Lu family. Most of the remaining ones have been entered into Yuanwu and Zheng Xiu's private pockets.

Fortunately, some of them were still prepared by Military Commander Lin, so he hid them in advance and made a reserve of swords."

"The Lu family's ancestral trough is divided into three caves - the thirty-seven cellars in Changling Yinzhuang are on the surface. Some of them are buried in the Xishan Mausoleum, and the last part is hidden under an abandoned beacon tower in Yunmengze.

When the sixteen chains of mechanisms are opened, the coiled dragon patterns on the bronze door will suck the moonlight and turn into a green stream of light."

"Last month, I went to the mass grave in the south of the city to get a coffin. I happened to see the Li Xiang family's dog legs digging the No. 3 fake tomb - the idiot digs out the cast iron underworld that I buried twenty years ago, and really thinks that the Lu family's golden cakes are for it.

The real bank blocked the disaster.”

"As for that boy Lu Siche, it was the Bashan dark line that developed in Chu earlier. The main line of the Lu family was destroyed, and his distant branch was activated by Military Master Lin. He entered Qin with Lilingjun and gradually became a

Our most important ears and ears in Changling.”

Old Wu's wife added: "The instructions left by Military Advisor Lin: When Liling Junyue became Yuanwu and Zheng Xiu's chess piece, we can also figure out the 'chess players'' from the traces revealed by the other party.

Mind planning - Only those who know the enemy's reality have room to advance and retreat."

"After all, it's just a situation where the enemy is so powerful that it's hard to stop it, and I have to put a cover outside." Old Wu glanced at her, but sighed: "I remember how glorious the Bashan Sword Field was, but now it has ended up in such a field."

”

Suddenly, the gust of cold wind was swept into the backyard, and the paper horse and bamboo bones creaked. The lights outside the window suddenly floated, making the signboard of "Lu Ji Coffin" flash and dark, like a bath of mist.

A silver-white silk thread flew out from Zhang Shiwu's sleeves, rolling up the soul-suming banner hanging from the eaves. The four words "Rebirth and Bliss" on the banner are facing the incense burner at the corner of the altar. When they roll it, a gentle but down-and-out appearance is revealed.

Figure.

It was the fortune teller who pretended to be blind in Nanshi during the day, holding a bamboo stick in his hand and muttering to himself: "I didn't expect that the 'stringless zither' was so similar to the 'lingxi jade talisman'.

Applied..."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Ye Ce did not go to see him, but listened to the tiles in the distance, and four lifelike pictures shook from his sleeves.

Portrait: "Twelve... Xu Fulian's Shadow Guard Talisman, with thunderous aura."

She drew a circle on the stone table with her fingertips: "There is enough time for them to work hard to get to the West City Accounting Room."

"This... is the 'enemies' that Li Lingjun is going to kill tonight?"

Old Wu was engraving talismans on the bottom of the coffin. He glanced at him by chance. The carving knife he was holding suddenly fell apart. A deep mark suddenly appeared on the pear wood: "The little boy from Widow Zhao's family... He came to ask for millet the day before yesterday

Rice cakes.”

"The horse raised by Lilingjun was shocked. It was Widow Zhao who was splashing water." Old Wu's wife was not surprised. She just blew the wood chips on the table to prevent them from getting dirty with clean bowls and chopsticks, and then sprinkled them into the noodle soup.

Coriander: "The child put wild ginger flowers in the wooden basin the night before - saying that it would calm his mother's mind and help her sleep."

Old Wu sneered at the coffin nails and said, "It has been half a month since the incident of splashing water, so it is hard for him to remember clearly." As he said that, he suddenly lifted the straw mat in the corner, revealing the entrance of the cellar, the wind blew on his face, and the aged paper ash was beaten.

Zhu Xuan'er jumped up: "How about..."

"It's too late." Ye Ce Leng shook his head and used chopsticks to pick up the oil flowers in the noodle soup: "I'm now wearing the crown of the 'King of Chu of Qin'! In the evening, I also collected twelve boxes of Chu sent by the Qin Palace.

The old national origin - just the sweet dates given by Yuan Wu have always carried barbs."

The paper lanterns under the eaves flickered and dark, casting everyone's shadows on the gray wall where the coffin was stopped, as if there was a messy rehearsal before the opening of the shadow puppet. Zhang Shiwu's Yin-Yang Sword was sheathed out of the sheath, and the sword light swept across the corner of the wall.

The paper made people add two blush to those pale cheeks.

"It's time to change the new paper man." Old Wu said suddenly.

His wife pulled out a pair of rust scissors from the needle and thread basket, cut off the soul-sum banner hanging by the coffin, and when the cloth fell to the ground, dust arose: "No, the old man always wanted to be the ancestor of the living people-Lin

After all, I misjudged the wine. I have to take back the 'Xishan Sword Plate' as soon as possible."

...

When the updater hit the fifth update, nine black shadows returned to Lilingjun's mansion.

Finally, the attendant who climbed over the wall had a sword wound on his left shoulder, and the thunder and fire talisman burned the blue bricks. Lu Siche touched the slightly trembling Lingxi jade talisman, stood in the dark of the corridor and counted the heads, and found that three were missing - it was the sect

The group that went to kill the wine seller.

The lights in the Lilingjun bedroom are still on.

The ointment for dyeing the temples was placed in front of the rhinoceros horn mirror, and a few strands of gray hair were floating in the copper basin. He was applying cinnabar to the newly obtained seal of King Chu. Suddenly, the tip of the pen shook, and the cinnabar splashed on the snow-white clothes.

"Waste!" When the inkstone hit the door frame, Xu Fu happened to cross the threshold. The head of the Lisi Department bent down and picked up the broken inkstone. The black fog at his fingertips made him restore it as if it was the first time.

"Your Highness knows how many Qin people died tonight?" Xu Fu put the inkstone back on the desk, and the cinnabar dripped down the edge of the table, and placed two elixir bottles with the fragrance of medicine on the desk: "You guess tomorrow morning, I will

How many memorials are there to mention "The Chu people are fierce and stubborn"?"

Li Lingjun's hands, whose temples were sparsely in the air. The bronze mirror reflected the golden spell on the back of his neck, and it was getting hot at this moment.

The jade comb dyed his temples fell to the ground with a "clang" and broke into thirteen waning moons.
Chapter completed!