"No," Luo Chuan shook his head after hearing what the Imperial Master said, "The Mangshan Ghost King has always been cunning. By the time we get to Tianjie, it will definitely no longer be there.
"But if my inference is correct, its ultimate target today must be Zichen Palace and His Majesty the Emperor.
"We will set off for the palace immediately. I think we can intercept it just in time."
"Then do as you say." The Imperial Master said.
Then he paused for a moment, and then asked: "Where has Duke Yan gone? The Luoshui Conference has ended, why hasn't he shown up yet?"
A helpless smile appeared on Luo Chuan's face, and he pointed to a figure who suddenly appeared on the bronze mirror: "I think... he may have already stood on the opposite side of the Qi Dynasty."
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After setting off from the mansion, Zhao Changying also came to Tianjie, where he met the Mangshan Ghost King holding a "Jingshan Bi" and surrounded by black smoke.
"Are you here?" Mangshan Ghost King turned his head and looked at him, releasing the terrifying aura of a "fierce god" level ghost.
"I'm here." Zhao Changying looked into its eyes and said calmly.
"Then let's rush into the palace and let the Emperor of Da Qi pay with his blood!" The Mangshan Ghost King showed resentment in his eyes, as if he was recalling the scene of the fall of Da Chu's capital many years ago.
The Ghost King of Mang Mountain was originally born out of the obsession to subjugate his country. The meaning of its existence in the world is to avenge the Chu Dynasty.
Zhao Changying did not speak.
He couldn't help but think of his late wife Qu Qingqiu, recalling the gentle and charming smile on her lips when she arranged his shirt many years ago.
Inadvertently, his eyes drifted into the distance, glancing in the direction of "Huansha Lane".
He knew that was where his wife had been killed.
"Qingqiu, if I unfortunately die in the palace today," he said silently in his heart, "then we can meet again in the underworld."
Then, one person and one ghost, one with a terrifying appearance surrounded by black energy, and one with a majestic appearance like a god of war, walked side by side towards the gate of Zichen Palace.
The Imperial Guard soldiers guarding the imperial city, whether they were real human soldiers or puppet soldiers affiliated with the "Tianlong Formation", could not stop them.
A strong person in the eighth realm, the "True King", can rely on his or her own "Tao" to evolve a domain of Tao of his own, where he can formulate rules and control life and death. When low-level monks encounter them, they are like ants meeting an elephant, with no power to resist at all.
Zhao Changying has hidden his true cultivation level for a long time.
Today, he was finally able to fully unleash his strength and felt very happy.
But he still had doubts in his mind——
Luojing City is in chaos, and even the ghosts have reached the gate of the imperial city. Why has Emperor Tianxing still not shown up?
Is it because he has reached a critical period of breakthrough in strength and feels that practicing in seclusion is more important than defending the capital?
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The royal treasury.
After the Ghost King of Mangshan left, Gu Xu and Zhao Yan tried various methods, such as sky-breaking beads, space talismans, and violent cracking methods, but they were unable to break the space spell left by the Ghost King of Mangshan and left this place.
Zhao Yan's face was very pale.
At this moment, she hugged her knees with her hands and sat slumped on the ground. Her eyes stayed on the broken "flint" in the cabinet in front of her for a long time.
She felt as if a layer of fog had formed in front of her eyes, and her senses of sight, hearing, smell... all had become dull. A strong, unprecedented feeling of exhaustion swept through her body. Her mind was buzzing, her thoughts were tangled together like a tangle, and she was too lazy to untie these knots.
"I didn't expect that Zhao Yan, who is usually as unruly as a Valkyrie, would show such a weak and helpless look." Gu Xu looked at her and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "It seems that the brokenness of 'Flint' and Duke Yan's words had a much more serious impact on her than I imagined."
"Miss Zhao, are you okay?" He found a place to sit down near her and said, "I see something is wrong with your face."
Zhao Yan turned her head, glanced at him, and said without thinking: "I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me."
Covering up the fragility and hesitation deep in his heart with a calm and indifferent look and words, and shutting out the care of others, has become a habit that has been deeply rooted in Zhao Yan's bones for many years.
But after saying that, she felt a little regretful.
Because when Gu Xu stopped talking to her and lowered his head to study a strange fan-shaped object, she felt that the entire warehouse instantly became extremely dark and silent, like a coffin buried in the soil. She felt a dull melancholy that could not be dispelled, a true loneliness.
So she pondered for a moment, and then slowly said: "Gu Daoyou, can you understand this feeling...that the goal you have been pursuing for a long time suddenly becomes meaningless, turned into an empty talk, a joke?"
After hearing her words, Gu Xu imagined a scene in his mind: After he reached the seventh realm, he thought he could extend his life, but he went crazy and died suddenly.
Then he nodded.
Zhao Yan continued: "From my father's words, you should already know that revenge for my mother has always been my wish.
"As a sixth-level monk, she could fight one against a hundred on the frontier battlefield, no less than a man. However, in the ninth year of Tianxing, she was killed in Huansha Lane in Luojing City. The city guard failed to protect her. It was safe, and the government could not find out the identity of the murderer for a long time.
"I was less than five years old at that time. Before that, I was actually very lazy and playful. My father sent Coach Cai to teach me marksmanship. I didn't like it, so I played hide-and-seek with them and hid in the cellar or stables all day long. came out, giving them a headache.
"After that, they all said that I seemed to have changed. I became a complete 'martial arts idiot' who likes to fight with others all day long. Even if the opponent is one or two levels higher than me, I am not afraid. .
"They think I have enlightened and awakened the fighting nature of the people in the North.
"But I know in my heart that the person who killed my mother is very powerful in terms of power and strength. If I don't become strong enough, there is no possibility of avenging her.
"At that time, my father was a heavy drinker and was drunk all day long. He was indifferent to my mother's death; his subordinates also followed his instructions and never mentioned anything about my mother in front of me.
"I thought that no one in this world would miss her except me..."
Speaking of this, Zhao Yan sighed softly.
Maybe it was because the inner treasury of the royal family was blocked by the Ghost King of Mang Mountain, so she didn't know what to do for a while; maybe it was because Gu Xu's face that looked so familiar that it unknowingly inspired her desire to talk; or maybe it was because All kinds of thoughts were stuck in her throat, making her want to spit them out.
Zhao Yan talked a lot more than usual, and she told Gu Xu a lot of words that she had kept in her heart and didn't want to share with others.
"It's just, Fellow Daoist Gu, you also know what happens next." After a pause, she smiled stiffly and continued, "My father's appearance as an alcoholic was simply an act he put on. He hid it from me a long time ago and quietly Breakthrough to the eighth realm.
"In front of him, all my preparations, all my plans, and all my accusations against him seemed like clown-like actions, like a child's game of house."
Gu Xu could understand her mood. A young genius with strong self-esteem like her always puts herself on an equal footing with her elders, believing that she can stand alone. But the image of Yan Guogong Zhao Changying inadvertently shook her self-confidence.
"In the eyes of most parents, their children will never grow up," Gu Xu thought for a while and said, "Maybe because the enemy is too powerful, he wants to protect you and keep you out of it."
"I understand what you are saying," Zhao Yan took a deep breath and raised her voice slightly, "Tell the truth, Fellow Daoist Gu... In fact, the thing that is most difficult for me to accept is not his treatment of me. Concealed, but the cooperation between him and the Ghost King of Mangshan.
"The Ghost King of Mangshan... that is an evil ghost that has killed countless innocent people. Even the genius monks of the previous generation of the 'Shenji Camp' were ruined in its hands, tortured, and turned into miserable beings. Dead 'ghost waiter'.
"Think about it, Fellow Daoist Gu, today my father introduced the Mangshan Ghost King to Luojing City and destroyed the 'Tianlong Formation', how many ordinary people will die?
"I do hate the Daqi royal family, and I do want to avenge my mother, but in the end this is just a grudge between Daqi and Dayan, the Xiao family and the Zhao family.
“I don’t want to be involved with the Mangshan Ghost King, I don’t want my hands to be stained with the blood of ordinary people, and I don’t want the Zhao family to stand against the entire human race and become sinners in the history of the human race.
"In that case, how will the world view us? How will our late mother view us? How will the innocent souls who died in the disaster in Luojing City view us today? How will the history books record what we do today?"
After saying these words, she was silent for a few seconds, then stretched out her hand to straighten her messy hair, her chest surging with waves.
"Fellow Daoist Gu, I was a little too excited just now and made you laugh."
Gu Xu noticed that her pale cheeks still looked indifferent, but her eyes were moist. A crystal teardrop slipped from the corner of her eye, rolled to her red lips, and was then roughly wiped away by her hands, leaving no trace.
He never denied that Zhao Yan was a stunning beauty. But he had never thought that she could be as beautiful as she was now, so vividly beautiful, so beautiful and so real.
"Maybe I can help you." He pondered for a moment and then said.
"Help me?" Zhao Yan looked at her and asked softly, "What can you help me with?"
"The broken patterns on the 'Flint' are somewhat similar to the techniques I practice. I suspect they are of the same origin," Gu Xu replied, "Perhaps, I can try to simulate the laws of the 'Flint' to help You awaken the power of your bloodline."
"Are you serious?" Zhao Yan looked into his eyes seriously.
The light in her pupils overlapped with the reflection of the candlelight in the room, like fireflies flying in the afterglow of the setting sun, coquettish and beautiful.
"I can only say that I will give it a try, but I can't guarantee that it will succeed," Gu Xu said, "However, I also need you to do something for me."
"What's the matter?" Zhao Yan said without hesitation, "As long as it's within my ability, I will try my best to help you."
Like a warm flame igniting in the cold ashes, Gu Xu's words gave Zhao Yan a glimmer of hope again, making her beautiful eyes shine again.
With her character, even if the hope is very slim, even if there is only one chance in ten thousand, she will seize it at all costs.
Therefore, she restrained her curiosity and did not ask about the origin of Gu Xu's technique. Instead, she simply asked about the conditions.
"I have found a suitable natal object and am preparing to break through to the fourth realm. Maybe after breaking through, I can find a way to leave here," Gu Xu said, "But during the process of breaking through, I cannot be interfered by the outside world. I need you Help me protect the law."
"No problem." Zhao Yan agreed readily.
In her opinion, compared to the possibility of awakening the bloodline, this small possibility is simply not worth mentioning.
Afterwards, the two sat cross-legged facing each other.
Gu Xu took the lead in extending his right hand.
Zhao Yan hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her right hand and put his palm together.
Her hands were slender and white, soft and cool to the touch, glowing like pearls under the candlelight, like a carefully carved work of art.
They closed their eyes together.
Gu Xu started to run the "Red Flame True Jue", while Zhao Yan silently recited the "Nirvana Sutra".
Zhao Yan originally thought that she would instinctively reject physical contact with the opposite sex as she did before - this was a physical problem she had had since before her mother passed away.
But maybe it's because of the special situation today, maybe it's because of the inexplicable sense of familiarity that Gu Xu gave her, or maybe it's because her disgust was overwhelmed by another, stronger feeling... She didn't feel anything for Gu Xu Resistance to touch.
At this moment, the meridians of the two people seemed to be connected by a mysterious force, and the hot true energy began to circulate in their bodies, forming a complete set of meridians.
The essence of the Nirvana Sutra is light, bright, and blazing, like the rays of the sun;
The true essence of Gu Xu's improved "Red Flame True Art" is thick, rich, and deep, like magma flowing underground.
The two merge together, just like the Jingwei River merges and the Yin and Yang harmonize.
The "Holy Fire Totem" on Zhao Yan's body lit up, and the "Hui Lu" rune in Gu Xu's sea of consciousness also lit up.
But what is different from before is that the "holy fire totem" on Zhao Yan is not static at this moment.
It seems that there is an invisible paintbrush, sketching on her swan-like neck, on her fair and plump shoulders, on her round and slender jade legs... and more invisible places blocked by the red skirt. Create new, complex and elegant lines.
She vaguely felt that the "holy fire totem" on her body had always been incomplete. It was only today that it became complete and could exert its true power.
And Gu Xu also entered a state of enlightenment unknowingly.
From Zhao Yan, he seemed to have found another opportunity to improve the "Red Flame True Art".
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