In the Duke of Zhao's Mansion, Changsun Wuji put down the sword in his hand, took the towel held by the maid on the side, and wiped the sweat stains on his face.

As an old minister who accompanied Li Shimin to conquer the world, even if he was not a military general, he was definitely not a weak scholar without any power.

Even if you are busy, taking some time every day to practice martial arts is a kind of maintenance.

Sometimes living longer than others is also a kind of victory and a skill.

No matter how you are capable of your skills and wisdom, if you die, you will all be dispersed. The final victory will still belong to the living person.

He put down his sword and waved his hand to let the maids retreat.

Changsun Wuji picked up the teacup on the table and drank a mouthful of tea.

If Chu He was here, he would definitely find that the "Buddha tea" he promoted in the Buddhist temple, that is, the clear tea, was particularly appreciated by Changsun Wuji. At this moment, there were only a few green tea leaves in Changsun Wuji's tea cups, and a little extra.

"After saying that! I'm so anxious to find me, what's wrong?" Changsun Wuji said to the air.

But a human head appeared underground.

The man's head was pointed and thin, like a three-dimensional triangle, with a naked upper body, and seemed to have some strange runes tattooed.

"Mr. Lu reported that the soul of Fang Xiang floated to Beimang Mountain." Triangular head raised his head and said to Changsun Wuji.

"What?" Changsun Wuji suddenly stood up, no longer as calm as before. The tea cup on the table was directly overturned, the fragrance of tea was overflowing, and the tea water splashed all over the floor.

Chu He pretended to be Fang Xuanling and did his homework in advance.

Before leaving, I heard that Fang Xuanling had been ill in bed for many days, and was drowsy all day long, as if she was about to blow the lights and pull out the wax. No matter how many imperial doctors Li Shimin sent or how many precious medicinal materials he sent to Fang Mansion, it did not work.

It is precisely because of this that Changsun Wuji did not directly question the moment he heard the news.

There was Wei Zheng in front of him, with people in the palace, souls flying outside the sky, entering the nine heavens, and killing the Dragon King.

What's so surprising about Fang Xuanling's sleep on another bed, but he was traveling to Beiming?

"Is this really the Lord of God blessed? Why is it not too late, but at this time, Fang Qiao's soul flew to Beim? With his ability, I am afraid that the Eight-Leaf Spider Flower will soon be discovered, and even traced to me through certain clues." Changsun Wuji was a little panicked.

He was a minister in the same palace and had been old friends for many years.

There are not many people in the Tang Dynasty who know Fang Xuanling's ability better than him.

If this is true, the truth will be exposed almost absolutely and there will be no luck.

What's more, is it really just a coincidence that Fang Xuanling's ghost flew into Beim?

I have to say that Changsun Wuji thought a lot.

The smarter the person is, the more he likes to make up for his brain.

However, after a while, Changsun Wuji made up a lot of ideas in his mind, and even various possibilities have been deduced.

"Okay! I understand, you go down first!" Changsun Wuji said with a tense face and pretended to be calm. Although before that, his loss of composure had been fully absorbed by Triangle Head.

Triangle's head is not stupid either. It is definitely not a good thing to see this Duke Zhao's ugly appearance.

When he heard that Changsun Wuji let go, he rushed into the depths of the ground, and his head drilled down like a drill bit until he went to a very deep place before changing direction and leaving quickly.

He took two steps back and sat back on the Hu bench beside him. Changsun Wuji breathed heavily.

He tried his best to stabilize his emotions, and he was inevitably lucky.

After all, even Lu Buwei didn't know exactly what he did with the Eight-Leaf Bisanhua, but he just had a deal with him.

But reason reminds Changsun Wuji that such a lucky mentality is not advisable.

If he knew what Murphy's Law was, he would definitely agree with it.

"For the sake of the current plan, we can only take the initiative." Thinking of this, a hint of cruelty flashed through Changsun Wuji's eyes.

If my colleagues for many years have no relationship, it is impossible.

But in order to avoid a failure, Changsun Wuji has no choice but to do so.

Fang Xuanling's body is in Chang'an City, so it is difficult to do anything.

Then I sent someone to Beim so that Fang Xuanling's soul could not come back.

The soul scattered, and the body naturally disappeared with it.

In Chang'an City, Changsun Wuji, who received the wind, has begun to arrange a response.

Beim Mountain is based on Yuanling, and in the Yinjie Xiong City, in General Fu Bo's mansion, Chu He looked bitter.

He pretended to be Fang Xuanling for convenience.

But now it seems that he shot himself in the foot.

He could guess without thinking too much that once Changsun Wuji got the news, he would definitely send someone to kill him.

Even if he sneaks out of General Fu Bo's mansion now, it will be useless to give up Fang Xuanling's identity.

Changsun Wuji's people will definitely wait for the rabbit to wait for the places where the eight-leafed flowers on the other side are grown.

No matter who approaches rashly, he will be hit by a crazy blow.

"For the sake of the present, I can only grab the time! Before Changsun Wuji's people arrive, I will grab an eight-leaf flower of the other side of the shore before I get it." Chu He felt cruel in his heart, and gritted his teeth and thought.

So he pulled Monkey's arm and said, "Brother Monkey! This is a critical moment of survival and death. Only Monkey Brother, you can turn the tide. How long can you block that evil spirit with a gun?"

Monkey head grinned and said, "What do you mean? Do you look down on me, Lao Sun? As long as I have enough time, I Lao Sun can beat him and don't even recognize my grandmother."

Chu He sighed in his heart.

This monkey head is good for everything, but I don’t know what to do.

If he is the Monkey King's body, Chu He would believe this one hundred percent.

The Monkey King's abilities are almost comparable to those of immortals and Buddhas. In the mortal world, he is an invincible existence.

But the one in front of me is just a monkey hair.

Even if the Monkey King doesn’t have one-tenth of the ability, how can he be that reliable?

Chu He simply used force to pull off the last monkey hair and blow out the other monkey head.

Then he looked at the two monkey heads and said, "It's not that I can't believe Brother Monkey, but the situation has changed at this time. We must fight quickly and decide quickly. The two monkeys are one, but we don't have to stick to it. I will fight quickly and take the eight-leafed red bunch flower first."

After saying that, Chu He did not hesitate. He took out the Haotian treasure mirror and stimulated the true energy. With a force, he quietly opened a hole and went straight to the outside of the Yuanling.

One man and two monkeys went in one after another.

Falling into the forest of Beimang, under the guidance of Monkey Head, he quickly ran towards Shouyang Mountain and where the eight-leaf flower blossoms grew.

The rolling rivers are turbid.

The yellow sand of the rivers floods the young people.

The fiery red flowers on the other side shore sway like balls of flames.

When the wind blows, the black smoke fills the sky, and these flame-like flowers are like eyes in the darkness.

The surrounding evil spirits accumulated into a cluster, forming a substantial shadow.

All kinds of terrifying images flash in the void, and they have no consciousness. They are condensed by the evil that already exists in the evil spirit.

Of course, you can't provoke it on your own initiative, otherwise it will be a little troublesome.
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