In the palace,
A large number of soldiers and horses gathered, and all of them wore bright silver armor. The formation was huge. Emperor Chen Liuren did not wear a bright yellow robe like before, but wore a gold armor, except for a short sword on his waist. The original spirit of dragon and tiger was thus revealed. It seemed extremely conflicting. If Zhang Lingruo was here, he would definitely recognize that this was his original weapon. Chen Liuren stood high on the pavilion, looking down at the army below. Yan Han, the commander of the Royal Forest Army, ordered the left and right Yiwei Zhonglang General to appoint men and horses, one by one downwards, two The general arranged the captains and captains to command each formation in an orderly manner. In just a moment, they were all appointed.
Yan Han, the commander of the Royal Forest Army, looked at the emperor on the pavilion and shouted loudly: "Your Majesty, the 7,000 troops of the Royal Forest Army have been assembled."
Chen Liuren waved his sword and said: "Let's go."
After these two words were settled, the troops in the palace began to march outside the palace. At the same time, the troops in the camp outside the palace changed their defenses for some reason. In particular, the leader of the army who was following the orders of Prime Minister Xiao Qinhe was blocked from the news and could only be regarded as being ordered in danger. , one less team has nothing to do with the overall situation of the Prime Minister, but I don't want them to be almost completely transferred to different states within a month, disconnected from each other, and doing their own things, as if the past and today's things have nothing to do with them. .
Prime Minister's Mansion,
At the birthday banquet, there was singing, dancing and drinking, and the guests laughed and talked. They were still unaware of the coming storm. The noise was even louder than the sound of the running army. The quiet wind and rain on one side and the boiling sun on the other soon began. Collide.
The Prime Minister went back and forth to toast and sit down at the main seat. Finally, he saw the vacant seat and called the attendant in that seat to ask, "Who was sitting in that seat?"
The accompanying woman respectfully replied: "Sir, I am a young master from the academy, his name is Zhang Ling."
The Prime Minister, who just blocked the way at the door, naturally remembered it, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked: "What was he doing? How long was he there?"
The maid replied: "I said I drank too much and went to the toilet. It's been half an hour."
The prime minister said a fake "Oh", stood up and said, "Maybe I didn't find the way. I'll go and see for myself."
Ren Pingsheng, who was chatting happily with others, looked at the prime minister and saw him walking out of the lobby. He quickly followed him and shouted, "Where are you going, sir?"
When the Prime Minister saw this rising star, he felt happy and sad at the same time. He was happy that he could give him more guidance and learned something special from him. He was worried because he and Zhang Ling were both from Chengdao Academy. I am afraid that there is something wrong in my heart.
Before coming today, Zhang Ling had asked Ren Pingsheng to try his best to stop the Prime Minister, but he never said what the matter was, and Ren Pingsheng didn't ask. He only agreed to do it as a repayment of past kindness.
The Prime Minister smiled kindly and said: "It's nothing. Zhang Ling, who came with you, went to the toilet for a long time and didn't come back. I just thought of going to see if anything happened. If you encounter difficulties in my house, it's me. This master has failed in his duty.”
Ren Pingsheng did not directly call the prime minister to make him suspicious. Instead, he slowed down his pace by talking to him as he walked: "As a fellow minister, I will go with you to have a look, so that I can ask you about government affairs."
In the main room of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Zhang Ling did not use falling silver needles to make him suspect his brother. However, seeing that all three silver needles failed, he had to take the best option. Instead of using Di's original Qinggong Shadow, he exchanged it with Wu Zhi. There was no trace of Fuyao. The characteristics of Fuyao in Qinggong were not as obvious as the Shadow Step. The extremely fast pace seemed to the dissolute man to be just a specially trained running skill. Zhang Ling climbed over several houses at the fastest speed. Under the eyes of the first-grade master The figure disappeared under the bed, and then he used the second characteristic of Qinggong to hide his aura without a trace, trying his best to suppress the surging energy in his body, and at the same time, he moved slowly to avoid sight.
The slutty man had just taken a few steps after him when he suddenly found that the opponent's aura had completely disappeared. He couldn't help showing a surprised expression and said with a smile: "Interesting, a little thief can actually have such tricks."
The wanton man sneered, took off the sword from his waist, and unsheathed the sword with his heart. When the sword came out, there was a low sound of thunder, and the flying sword wantonly destroyed the surrounding houses. When it hit the roof rubble, it exploded again, like a bolt from the blue. There was a muffled sound inside the house, and arcs of light shuttled back and forth through nearby buildings. Several houses were reduced to ruins in a matter of seconds.
Zhang Ling was lucky enough to escape the unreasonable search method of this amazing flying sword. He held Flood Tide tightly in his left hand and sighed in his heart: With such destructive power, I am afraid it is not an ordinary one. He must have the strength of the Condensing Dao Realm.
The so-called Ningdao, first of all, is the word "Condensation", which imprints the natal objects with the six qi closest to heaven and earth. For those who use ordinary weapons to make natal objects, controlling objects with the heart is completely self-taught.
Zhang Ling tried his best to hide and not be discovered, but he couldn't withstand his indiscriminate bombardment. The surrounding houses were almost completely destroyed. When there was no way to escape, Zhang Ling's breath flew out like an arrow from the bow. At this time, no matter whether it was his breath Even the figure is nowhere to be seen.
The slutty man turned his eyes and said, "I found you."
Within a few steps, Zhang Ling rushed into the crowd, but after his anger was revealed, he could no longer escape the man's pursuit. The wanton man directly charged into the guests with his sword, and the group of people fled in fear, thinking what? Going to a banquet and asking yourself to do this? Zhang Ling saw that the flying sword was only five feet away from him, so he quickly drew his sword to block it. However, how could it be so easy to block the flying sword of a master who could control the sword with his heart? The moment he made contact, Zhang Ling was knocked away and blood sprayed out. A big mouthful, but at this critical moment of life and death, how could Zhang Ling care about this injury? He jumped up and dodged the sword. Zhang Ling, who had half a breath to breathe, ran towards a crowded place without saying a word. Go, let this grand master not dare to slaughter these dignitaries at will, otherwise how will he explain to the prime minister, and how will the prime minister explain to his majesty? But Zhang Ling's behavior made those guests angry, what's wrong with you? You are so unkind. If someone wants to kill you, you have to drag us into the water, right?
Zhang Ling, who hid behind the crowd, was obviously safer. He didn't care about the resentment of the guests, and his survival was more important than anything else.
Because of the surging crowd, the wanton man's flying sword was restricted in many ways. He did not dare to go too fast and had to avoid the crowd. However, the opponent's skills were brisk and the flying sword could not achieve much effect at all. The wanton man shouted: "Get out of here now." Come out and suffer less later, otherwise you will suffer cramps and pull out your bones if I catch you."
Zhang Ling's eyes quickly wandered around, trying to find out if Dean Song was really nearby, so that he could be more unscrupulous, but after several searches, he was nowhere to be seen. This made Zhang Ling even more angry than the guests. After all, he was How could a great master be so dishonest?
