The Path Toward Heaven

It is common to assassinate kings, and it is not uncommon for subordinates to kill kings and then embrace the main house to ascend the throne.

There are many archways in Huangpao, and some are really forced.

It is true that the University of Zhangchang did not know the assassination, and the emperor naturally did not know it, but many people knew it beforehand.

The guards in the puppet palace were all college scholars. Although they did not receive direct instructions, they knew where the assassins hidden in the water truck came from, and naturally remained silent. The eunuchs, who heard the wind faintly, trembled in the duvet, and did not dare to look out the window. The entire palace was in a weird silence.

A bachelor in Zhangzhang got up to wash, dressed in official uniforms with the help of his wife, and prepared to go to the court, only to find that one of his sons was missing from the house.

"Where's your brother?" He asked, frowning slightly.

A few Zhangjiagong looked at each other, and said a little nervously: "Big brother met with friends last night. It seems that he drank too much and just rested outside. He hasn't returned yet."

Scholar Zhang Zhang was a little angry, but didn't think too much. It was not until today when he walked into the sedan that the atmosphere in the house was strange.

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Grandpa Zhang did not drink or sleep, but sat in a room deep in a large mansion in the capital.

Chen Chenguang was faint, and then separated by paper windows. The room was very dark. I could not see the face clearly, and I could only hear more than ten breathing sounds.

人 The people in this room are all the young and strong officials in the court.

Regardless of seniority or official position, Grandpa Zhang is not qualified to sit in the first place, but the people in the room have no opinion and behave more respectfully than usual.

After the success of today, the eldest son is the prince.

You can sit on the throne, not to mention the first?

No news came for a long time, and the atmosphere in the room became more depressing.

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

In many residences in the capital of the Chu Kingdom, the officials who received the wind were in a tense mood. Some officials claimed that they did not go to the DPRK. Some officials, such as Shang Shu, rushed to the outside of the palace, etc. With.

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Chen Chenguang moved from the ground of the palace to the window and passed through, illuminating the floor full of nicks in the hall, reflecting water-like light patterns.

Chao Chaoyang has risen.

Hisai opened his eyes, and the same question as many officials raised in his heart: why haven't he come yet?

The Imperial Palace is a good place for him to practice. He is no different from Qingshan. He doesn't want to leave, but now it seems that as his age grows more and more troubles, he is ready to leave.

He has confirmed the location of the mountain, and after going to death, he went to the mountain as a savage anonymously. Who knows that the assassin has never appeared.

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

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

He pushed open the door of the temple. The sunlight was dazzling. He narrowed his eyes.

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

There are more corpses in the wall of the palace, in addition to assassins wearing commoners, there are more than a dozen guards, blood and water flowing, exuding a faint fishy smell.

Standing between the corpse of the ground and **** water, stood a black and thin boy.

The juvenile suffered a lot of injuries. His body was covered with blood, and the bones on his arms were hidden, but his hands holding the hilt were still stable.

Finally, the gate of the palace was forcibly opened by the outside guards, and the bodies of the assassins were shocked.

Dozens of guards shouted for the escort, rushing in, and surrounded the black skinny boy.

There are some guards who want to come to Jing Jiu, but are blocked by a sword light.

The sword light came from the hand of the black skinny boy.

Squinting is a **** battle. No matter how fierce the black skinny boy can be, the final result can only be death or capture.

"This is not what you should do."

Kusui Jiu's voice echoed outside the temple, passing through the corpses of those assassins and guards, with a **** smell.

He walked down the stone steps, came to the black and thin boy, looked at the guards and said, "He's a close guard, do you want to kill him?"

I heard the words, the guards were very surprised. Some of the guards glanced secretly, but in the end they didn't dare to continue doing anything.

At this time, the embargo army finally rushed out of the hall, surrounded by a leak, and the embargo commander was the most trusted general of Zhang University scholars. At this time, his face was as ugly as if he had just died, and tied all the guards directly. Kneeled in front of Jing Jiu.

He Jingji ignored him and returned to the temple with the black skinny boy.

The puppet commander was pale, and ordered his subordinates to lift the corpse out, rinse the ground with water, and then slowly covered the palace door.

In the early hours of the morning, Jiu Jiu kicked out the eunuchs and palace ladies. The temple was empty and looked deserted.

Kusui Jiu found some wounds in the residence of the harem girls, handed them to the black and thin boy, motioned him to sit down at will.

The dark-skinned boy should be the disciple of the disciple, but changed his appearance when he entered the fantasy, and became a little different.

Kusui Jiu is more familiar with this face, especially the straight, persistent energy between the eyebrows, it is difficult to forget.

The dark-skinned boy took off his coat that had been chopped by the sword and began to bandage his wounds. He didn't speak during the whole process.

Kusui Jiu looked out of the window, and stared at the blue bird on the branch.

Bluebird flew away quietly, maybe to Zhao Guo Palace, or to Beishou Taishou Mansion. No matter how far the world is, it only takes an instant for it.

Kusui Jiu asked, "Why did you go to Wanshoushan from Guocheng Temple? Even if you do n’t leave, you should go to Yimaozhai? Didn't Zenzi already write a letter?"

I asked three questions in a row, which was rare for him with a cold temper.

These three questions also reveal another surprising fact. It turns out that the black and thin boy was Liu Liu.

At the age of ten, Tamarix was practicing Buddha in Guocheng Temple. Why did he attend the questioning meeting as a disciple of disciples?

"The real person in charge guessed that you would come to the questioning meeting and let me come in as a disciple of disciples to help you."

I was involved in Yi Maozhai. Liu was ten years old and hesitated without explaining. He only explained the reason why he was here.

For him who looks at Jiuru as a master, this is really a very rare thing.

Kusui Jiu understood the idea of ​​Liu Ci.

As the head of Qingshan, Liu Ci naturally knew that Liu was ten years old and had left the sword prison on Shang Defeng, and even knew that Liu was ten years old in Guocheng Temple.

Kusui Jiu never thought about hiding Liu Ci, and it is difficult to hide it in his current state.

Qi Liuli wants to help Jing Jiu grab Xianxian from Zhongzhou faction, so he must prepare a helper for him.

Wu Zhuoru was too noticeable, so he thought of Liu as ten years old at Guocheng Temple.

If the blue bird is still on the branch outside the window at this time, and willow Liu's ten-year-old words to the outside world, there will be an uproar and shock.

Everyone thought that the Zhongzhou faction had an absolute advantage in this inquiry meeting, because a total of four disciples entered the illusion.

Who can think that the Qingshan Sect silently sent three disciples in, Jing Jiu, who played on behalf of Shui Yuezhen, did not say, who can think of Liu Shi's ten-year dark chess?

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

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Kusui Jiu asked: "How are you really in your body right now?"

Tamarix said at the age of ten: "It was a bit repetitive in the past few years, but the real person in charge gave me a practice and temporarily suppressed it."

Kusui Jiu said: "After going out, I still have to go to Maozhai. It will not be suppressed for a long time, but we must find a solution."

Tamarix was unwilling to go to Yimao Zhai at the age of ten, but since the son made a speech, there was no way but to respond.

Kusui Jiu was still a little worried that he would lie in order to stay in the fantasy and protect himself, and stretched out a finger to his brows.

Tamarix did not dare to dodge when she was ten years old, sat upright, and stopped her bandaging.

A crisp ringtone came from the distant void. Only Jing Jiu could hear it. It didn't take long for him to retract his finger and frown slightly.

When Tamarix was ten years old, knowing that his son had an expression, it meant a major event, and he couldn't help getting nervous, and said, "What's wrong?"

"It's all right."

Kusui Jiu sensed a mark deep in Liu's ten-year-old body.

Now it is in a fantasy world, and the bodies of everyone are spirits. Who can imprint a ten-year-old spirit on it and haven't found it yet?

At the age of ten, Tamarix's realm of blood demon power has become extremely high, and ordinary monks cannot do it.

He soon thought that this should be a means of appreciating the spirit of Qingtian, waving his hand to erase the mark, and said nothing to Liu ten years old. After the death of the Emperor, no matter in heaven or underground or in the real world, he is the one who has the best knowledge and mastery of the spirit and soul, and even his brother is no better than him, not to mention a soul-searching.

At this moment, the blue bird flew back to the Royal Palace of the Chu Kingdom and landed on a branch.

Kusui Jiu did not speak anymore, and Liu was ten years old silent, and continued to lower his head to bandage the wounds on his body.

The blue bird looked at the black and skinny boy with a wound all over, with some doubts in his eyes, wondering why the logo that he had left on the blood evil demon's body was gone?

If the emperor puppet is assassinated, the news will spread very quickly no matter how to hide it.

The atmosphere at the Chao Chao meeting became extremely tense and depressive ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Zhang Daoshi's face was gloomy, and his gaze glanced at those subordinates who followed him, as if there were hidden thunder in his eyes, which was about to erupt. In the end, he didn't say anything, entered the palace as fast as possible, came to the palace, and earnestly asked to see His Majesty.

The palace gate opened slowly.

The university student Zhang Ye looked at the black and thin boy, thinking about what the commander of the embargo said, and he was puzzled. When he thought that His Majesty had contacted the practitioners outside the palace?

的 The corpses of the assassins and guards have been removed, and the ground has been washed several times with clean water, but there is still a slight **** smell.

I didn't know where the fly came from and hummed in cheering.

Hearing a faint blood smell, thinking of the previous dangers here, the face of the college scholar was even more ugly.

He came to the temple and looked at the young emperor reclining on the couch. The college scholar stepped forward slowly, raised his placket, and knelt down solemnly.

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(My WeChat public account maoni1118 will publish a trailer for the rest of the year. I just have a few days of the plot, especially the old **** Hong who is lying on a chair. In addition, this chapter has only three thousand words. , And then it is to the end of the month, please trouble everyone to prepare for the chapter of two thousand and one more and prepare for the National Day ...)

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