Xiao Hou was cunning and had superb skills. He asked him to plan a plan to "eliminate evil" and An Bochen was naturally relieved.

Taking Li Xiaoguan and Wuhua with him, Zhang Bushi went to Yiyun Inn, and drank a lot of wine from afternoon to evening. With a group of friends and friends, An Bochen drank a few more drinks and was drunk when he returned to Moyun Tower. Li Xiaoguan returned to the shop himself, and subconsciously he had an indescribable fear of Moyun Tower. Even though Moyun Tower is now owned by An Wazi, he rarely stayed overnight.

The autumn wind was high and fast. An Bochen staggered and walked into the Tibetan jade hall. He looked at the empty bed, and a trace of darkness rose in his eyes. The next moment, he fell on the bed with a thud and fell asleep.

Tonight, An Bochen just wanted to have a good sleep, but he didn't know that as he walked out of Jingyi Mansion calmly, another undercurrent was about to move. The place he was involved in was more than just seventy miles of Liujing.

The wind rolled the bead curtain, behind the bead curtain, the fragrant bed was beautiful, and the clouds and rain were all over the body, and the girl of Wu finally couldn't stand it and fell asleep. Her jade fingers streaked across Wang Xiner's concave and convex body, as gentle as stroking a pet, but the owner of the hand looked confused.

The princess was beautiful and had a lot of skirts, but she didn't take it. I don't know when, but gradually became addicted to the pleasure of conquering the beautiful women in the world. Perhaps after turning back from Shangjing that year, she had already regarded herself as a man. Although she could not wear a golden helmet and iron armor, she could not hold up a spear, axe, and kill people to fight, so why do you need a sword?

Put on a cloak, roll up the sleeves, and sit in front of the table and grind the ink by himself. Then he took out a piece of paper and wrote something seriously.

After writing, I blew the ink stains dry, and Lizhu sealed the letter with wax. After hesitating for a moment, I still sacrificed the Yashan Flying Crow Talisman. When I was holding the seal, Lizhu muttered to chant the spell. When I was young, the fire crow flew out, took the letter and walked out of the shelf, flew over the high palace wall, flew away from the Liujing wall, and headed north.

After turning over, Wang Xiner opened her eyes, a trace of curiosity flashed in her eyes. But the next moment, her delicate body trembled suddenly, and the low call was suppressed by her throat. The feeling of urgency came, and her expression was blurred, like a flushing blush spreading on her cheeks.

......

On the third floor of Yiyun Inn, Zhang Bushi sat cross-legged on the couch, with black smoke spreading between his eyebrows, as if a black spider spitted silk, densely packed and endless.

Whether in Guanzhong, Guanxi, or in Liujing, he looked sad. Over time, the people around him became accustomed to it, and he gradually got used to it, as if he didn't have that little bit of sorrow, so he was not Zhang Bushi. A seventeen-year-old boy, even if his family was backward and wandered in the world and experienced ups and downs that his peers had no, was not like this now that the clouds were clear and the moon was bright.

No one knew that even his mentor, Emperor Zhao, had never noticed that Zhang Bushi was frowning all day long because he had two knives in his forehead. These two knives were connected to his eyebrows and were conscious. As long as Zhang Bushi felt disgusted or angry, the two knives would be twisted into a ball, and his eyebrows would be curled up like insects. It didn't hurt, but it was very cold. He was originally a good face but became a young man. Every night, he would always be very upset. The more he was quiet, the more he was, the more he was sad.

As for the origin of these two knives, the absurd and bizarre adventure of childhood made Zhang Bushi look worried, but Zhang Bushi was able to make it to this day, and the two knives under his eyebrows were of great contribution.

Looking at the white paper in front of him, Zhang Bushi frowned again, lifted the pen in his hand and put it down, hesitating.

After more than a month of coming to Liujing, the matter finally came to light. Liujing, which lives in Jiangnan, is much more complicated than I imagined. There are snake demons, secret techniques, and a Wuxie lay Buddhist who is good at dreaming. Zhang Bushi is almost certain that Wuxie lay Buddhist is the master's suspicion of the master. However, Zhang Bushi vaguely felt that Wuxie lay Buddhists and An Bochen seemed to have a close connection. Otherwise, how could a little servant from Moyun Tower rise in Liujing in just one month?

But the relationship between the two is not like that of master and apprentice, otherwise An Bochen's cultivation would not have even lost his level. At least Zhang Bushi had never heard of any divine master. There was no such thing as the descendant of the divine master who had insufficient level of cultivation.

If An Bochen was also written into the secret report and let the Wuxie lay Buddhist know, would he annoy him? By then, brother An...

Looking out the window with a sad face, the seven-layer mo cloud stood proudly on Liujing. The young man he had made a new friendship must have fallen asleep at this time. Zhang Bushi looked complicated and shook his head, and finally picked up his pen.

After all, because of his childhood experience, Zhang Bushi was still a rational person. After becoming the descendant of the Zhongdu Divine Master, he always obeyed orders and never violated the master's wishes. The three elder brothers and sisters born without bottomless pits were naturally close, while he was in harmony with each other. On weekdays, he almost never interacted with others except for practicing and taking tasks. Although he hated Wuhua in Liujing, he felt an unprecedented relaxation. An Bochen was even more shy and restrained, but he always felt that he seemed to be hiding something, but he didn't hide it from others. Every time the three of them were together, Zhang Bushi was calm or frowning on the surface, and always felt funny in secret.

The pen fell on white paper, and the construction was neatly written: "The master is above, and there is indeed a mysterious master in Liujing. The son of a noble family called him Wuxie layman. He has unknown origin and can enter a dream with skills. He is suspected to be a divine master, but no successor at the moment. In addition, there is a snake demon and a secret master. He only wants to stay in Liu temporarily to find out the whole story..."

After the book was finished, Zhang Bushi sealed the envelope, and a wisp of black smoke flowed out between his eyebrows, wrapped around the letter, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a black wind and flew north with the letter.

After rubbing his back, Zhang Bushi was about to fall asleep when he heard a ping-pong sound from the compartment, followed by another roar. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Zhang Bushi shook his head and lay down with his clothes, and thought to himself that Wuhua must have been to provoke the young man and woman of mysterious origin. While drinking in the afternoon, Li Xiaoguan mentioned the girl to An Bochen and made An Bochen blush on the spot. However, the monk Wuhua said that the two were lovers, and they had a dispute with Li Xiaoguan, and each did not give in. After An Bochen's persuasion, he was disappointed. Wuhua made up his mind to find out. He was discovered when he was eavesdropping on the corner of his wall. Although the girl was weak, Zhang Bushi could vaguely detect a strange aura on her body. The young man born with white eyes had a strong cultivation level, and even if he tried his best, he would probably have to tie him.

This life in Liujing is also quite interesting and relaxed. Unlike when I was in Zhongdu, I had to sleep on my feet every day and deal with the annoying things on the next day with fear... After I got back, I might be unforgettable.

A rare smile appeared on his face, and Zhang Bushi turned over and closed his eyes.

He could sleep, but there was one person who still didn't close his eyes until midnight.

The night rain continued, hitting the window frames with crackling sounds, disturbing people's dreams, but I don't know how long it took to stop.

The girl was wearing a cloak, lit a red fish lamp, and pulled out a bamboo-green wooden box from the dark grid.

This wooden box was secretly created by Sima Jin after returning, and she hid it in the dark grid. She had her own well-trained flying rats who brought secret reports to the dark grid at midnight every day. Until today, there are only three pages of paper, but every midnight, Sima Jin would light a candle and read the letter quietly.

It took only two or three days to develop this habit. Perhaps because I brought too much from Liujing, it is hard to forget. Although Sima Jin was worried about why she still cared so much about him, she did not dare to think deeply. It was rare to do something as she wanted to do, so she naturally cherished it very much.

When he opened the letter, gradually, the girl's face under the light became cold, and a trace of blue fire flashed in her eyes, which made the fire in the room dim a little.

"Li Lin, the Li family... are not giving up."

Taking a deep breath, Sima Jin frowned and threw out the letter.

A figure emerged out of thin air, with a golden helmet and a dark face. He reached out to catch the letter, then knelt on the ground with his fists.

"Kill."

Sima Jin said expressionlessly.

Hei Wuchang hesitated for a moment, then he clasped his fists and took the order, turned around and walked out of the house.

"etc."

As soon as he reached the door, Hei Wuchang was called out. When he turned around, he saw the girl covered in a veil motionless, as if she was thinking about something.

After a long time, Sima Jin shook his head and whispered: "Since Xiao Anzi can break through the deadlock, he must have his own plans. Why should I get into it?... If Li Lin dies, the tacit understanding between the king and the minister will be over, and Liujing will inevitably be in chaos."

Listening to the commander's murmur, Hei Wuchang's face hidden under the golden helmet appeared with an extremely undetectable smile. He leaned over to salute, and his body disappeared in an instant.

The rain became heavier and Sima Jin stared at the red fish lamp, his eyes flashed, and his body suddenly shook.

"If I don't kill Li Lin, someone will kill him... The Liujing Rebellion is inevitable."

With his red lips tightly pursed, Sima Jin looked out the window with an inexplicable look, but he still did not regain his power.

.........

In the prison of Jingyi Mansion, the young man in a gorgeous dress was drinking a suffocating wine and his face was pale.

The jailer outside the prison gate waited in fear, listening to the roars coming from time to time, his face turned blue one after another.

Once upon a time, such a difficult person would come to the prison. Even if the emperor was sent to the prison, the prisoners would not dare to act rashly. They would respectfully serve him with wine and meat, and be more diligent than currying out the boss. The young master of the Li family was an unattainable person. He was imprisoned today, and maybe eight people would carry a sedan chair to welcome him back to the house tomorrow. The prisoners did not want to offend such a master who could destroy their family.

At this moment, the footsteps sounded, with an inexplicable rhythm, hitting the jailers' auricles, like gold and stone, and like weapons and swords.

Subconsciously turned around, and the jailers saw the man in gray cloth.

With familiar outfits, familiar temperaments, and familiar gentleness, looking at the man who appeared in prison at some time, the jailers were stunned at first, and then changed color.
Chapter completed!