Xin'an City stood silently in the sun, and Du Ruhui flew out quickly.
The city guards looked up at their backs on the horizon with reverence. The Prime Minister of the State is the Dinghai Shenzhen of Zhuang State. Just seeing his presence anytime can make people feel at ease.
Even if the upright Vice Prime Minister Dong A is killed in the battle, even if Zhuang people are proud of it, Zhu Weiwo will commit treason. As long as the Prime Minister is still there, Zhuang Guo will never fall!
The sky is high and the clouds are clear, and the familiar scenery of Zhuangjing passes by vividly.
In order to avoid missing any clues, Du Ruhui did not use the magical power that was so far away, but relied on some kind of weak induction in the dark to fly all the way and search all the way.
The Heavenly Breathing Technique is a tracking secret technique that he mastered in his early years. There is only one breath of heaven, three breaths of earth, and infinite breath of man.
Use the breath of heaven to respond to people's breath, and capture the answer in the dark.
Because it is only a relationship between fragments, it is not accurate enough, and it can only be established under a certain strength gap.
Judging from the traces at the scene, the murderer who killed Dong A was just the same as Dong A. Being able to kill Dong Ah was more due to restraint.
Du Ruhui was sure that the Heavenly Breathing Method could be established, and he indeed captured a breath on Dong'a's body, using this to track down the murderer.
It's just that the breath is weak, the induction is extremely shallow, and it's intermittent.
But he was prepared to spend a lot of time.
His time is very precious, but he thinks it is worth using it on this matter.
Flying fast all the way, with eyes like a hawk, he patrolled the mountains and rivers of the village, not letting go of any suspicious corners.
Pursuing the murderer is not what he should do in his status. To be serious, this is a lightly used national weapon. But he couldn't trust anyone with this matter.
Zhuang Guo ushered in an unprecedented victory, but at the same time, it also encountered a huge gap in talent.
Dong A, who was expected to be the next prime minister, died in battle, and Zhu Weiwo, who had high hopes, committed treason.
Originally, Duan Li was deposed and He Ba Dao died in battle, which was a choice made for the victory of the national war. It cannot simply be said whether it was worth it or not. Now it seems that it has become an unbearable burden.
The two of them are the only strong men in Zhuang State who have hope of impacting the Divine Land in the near future.
Who can fill this huge gap in talent? Who has more hope of climbing high and looking far? Who is more worthy of being cultivated?
Both Baiyu Army and Jiujiang Xuanjia need new generals...
Many people are eyeing the position of Deputy Prime Minister, but few are capable enough...
After Zhu Weiwo’s treason, who else can bring out the previously planned meeting on the Yellow River...
All this makes people anxious.
As the Prime Minister of Zhuang State. He needs to worry about all the affairs of the Zhuang Kingdom. Even if he cannot get rid of certain emotions at this time, he cannot let them go.
Ye Lingxiao said he couldn't be self-conscious.
He couldn't help but admit it.
He didn't even have time to be sad.
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Nameless hill.
Jiang Wang has been unconscious here for a long time, always curled up like a baby, unconscious.
The black mist became thicker and thicker, wrapping him like a black cocoon.
Desperate, closed, trapped.
But there is still a glimmer of light in the black cocoon...
They were three flickering lights that were shaky but never extinguished.
In the empty hill, there was faint laughter.
But that laughter was occasionally interrupted by the sound of swords.
The Sauvignon Blanc held tightly in the hand would suddenly tremble from time to time, as if fighting against the wild laughter. The sword master was still in a coma, so Jian Ming was certainly no match.
But every time the sound of the sword was about to be suppressed, Sanskrit singing started.
If you listen carefully, what the Sanskrit music is singing is——
Buzz! Ah! mum! provoke! Hum! Ga! just! Luo!
This is the eight-character mantra of the fearless heart of all Buddhas, also known as the Manjushri eight-character mantra.
This mantra has an extraordinary origin and can manifest wisdom and calm worries.
In Buddhist legends, the great wisdom Manjushri Bodhisattva is the left side attendant of Sakyamuni Buddha, representing the wisdom of the Buddha.
This eight-character mantra rotates endlessly, helping the sound of swords to compete with wild laughter.
Jiang Wang closed his eyes tightly, his frozen expression extremely painful. But his lips were moving, and he made a calm and indifferent voice: "Old bald donkey, delaying my important matter... I will kill you sooner or later, and destroy your whole family."
The content of his words was extremely ruthless, but the black mist he controlled was extremely patient. Like a spider spinning a web, weaving black cocoons bit by bit. Eating the host slowly but surely.
The darker the black, the darker the dark color. Undercurrents condense in the day.
The three glimmers of light in the black cocoon became increasingly faint.
But at the next moment, as if feeling some kind of change, the black mist rolled violently several times unwillingly, but still failed to completely annihilate the shimmering light, so it stopped flowing.
"Damn it."
'Jiang Wang', with his eyes closed, suddenly said.
The black mist calmed down, and all of it "buried" into the body as if it were spiritual.
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"Jiang Wang! Jiang Wang! Jiang Wang!"
"Wake up!"
"Wake up!"
A voice called.
Very familiar...very eager?
The sound seemed to come out slowly from the deepest part of the water.
Then the "sea" began to sway gently, and the "waves" rotated freely.
Everything in the world seems to have a voice, and fresh feelings return to my heart.
Jiang Wang slowly came back to his senses from the chaotic state, still dazed. It seems like there are a lot of important things piling up in my mind, but nothing can come to mind.
My inner demon...Dong A is dead...Did Jiang Yan faint or be eliminated...Xin'an City...Zhuang Gaoxian...Calm down, calm down Jiang Wang! ...What's wrong, what's wrong with me...No, something's wrong...
Various thoughts were thrown into a mess, exploding from here to there.
My brain was buzzing.
My head hurt like it was about to split open, as if there were countless knives cutting into it, like chisels digging into my head. There is also a very uncomfortable stiffness in his body, and every joint seems to be dry... Until now, he has not established a connection with his sword.
Yes, my sword. he thought.
It was a sword as sharp as iron.
The name of the sword is Sauvignon Blanc, and the process of its birth forged his love and hate.
The sharp edge is hidden in the sheath of divine dragon wood and warmed by magical seeds.
All this time, there was no one in front of or behind him, only the sword in his hand.
It has always been one man, one sword, walking alone.
When encountering mountains, mountains will be opened; when encountering rivers, rivers will be cut off.
Not long ago, Sauvignon Blanc had hit people who had been "loving" for a long time.
"Yes...my sword."
He murmured. It was as if I had found some kind of light and gained some kind of clue.
The humane sword intention began to gather.
In all this complicated and painful situation, Jiang Yan's voice was heard before he could even cut out a small path.
"It's too late, put on the hidden clothes quickly and use the methods left by Yin Guan!" Jiang Yan shouted.
Jiang Wang didn't think too much, because an instinctive fear of life had already surged into his heart, and a strong sense of crisis exploded in his mind.
He and Jiang Yan shared this body and also shared the crisis of life and death.
Jiang Wang sat up suddenly!
He regained control of his body in an instant, and almost subconsciously took out the hidden clothes and put them on, causing Yin Guan to remain motionless.
And at the next moment, a rapidly flying figure was whizzing past here at high altitude.
Black hair shawl, amazing momentum. His gaze swept across the hill without stopping.
Jiang Wang said nothing.
When he saw the raven-haired figure, he was completely awake. A drop of cold sweat dripped from the temples!
If Du Ruhui were to see him here and now, there would be no chance of his surviving.
