Li Daoxuan did not go to the Wanxiang Shrine immediately because he saw a person, a person who was crazy with jealousy.
Under the qi-watching technique, wisps of black qi emerged from the shining bald head that was running.
This is calamity energy and death energy.
In the heavily guarded palace, a bald monk suddenly appeared running wildly. He looked very unexpected, but the soldiers on duty did not dare to stop him, and even bowed and saluted after seeing him.
It seems that he is accustomed to his behavior in the palace.
Li Dao
Feng Xiaobao ran all the way. Although he was not good at spiritual practice, he was very strong and ran directly to the Controlling Crane Prison secretly placed in the palace.
Kicking the door open, he shouted loudly: "Zhang Zongchang, you eggless man, come out quickly!"
Li Daoxuan, who was following behind, shook his head. It turned out to be jealousy among men.
This Feng Xiaobao can leave his name in history, not only because he is Wu Zetian's favorite face, but also because he once did a great thing, burning down the Wanxiang Shrine.
The reason is simple, jealousy.
In the original history, Wu Zetian moved the capital to Luoyang and ordered Feng Xiaobao to build the Wanxiang Palace. He built it well and Wu Zetian was very satisfied.
But as Wu Zetian continued to favor other men, he became jealous. In order to attract the attention of his sweetheart, he burned down the Wanxiang Temple that Wu Zetian had spent so much effort to build.
That was a symbol of her suppressing the Li Tang royal family and ascending the throne to become the empress!
Later, Wu Zetian asked him to be responsible for rebuilding the Wanxiang Shrine. After it was built, he immediately unloaded the donkey and killed it, sent people to capture and kill him, and burned his body in the White Horse Temple.
Li Daoxuan didn't dare to be interested in such a idiot, but he was a little curious, where did the calamity in this person come from?
And the control of the crane... doesn't seem to be as simple as he imagined.
There are a group of naked and beautiful young men in the palace, standing naked in the palace, being cleaned by the palace maids.
They are the newly selected faces, and have not yet met the queen, and their eyes are full of longing for the future.
Many of them voluntarily entered the Crane Control Prison, and many of them dreamed of becoming a big shot like Feng Xiaobao one day.
In history, the famous poet Song Zhiwen once wrote a love poem to Wu Zetian and wanted to recommend himself to the prison of Kanghe. Unexpectedly, Wu Zetian rejected him because he thought he had bad breath.
From then on, Song Zhiwen was depressed and had to brush his teeth three times a day.
Feng Xiaobao swaggered into the Crane Control Prison, his eyes swept over some of those beautiful boys, and there was a trace of disdain in his eyes.
Is this worthy of being called a man?
He was a scoundrel in the market, so he simply took off his belt and showed off his strength and power.
Suddenly there was a burst of exclamation from all around.
Those handsome young men were ashamed of themselves, and the maids were very shy, but they often looked at them sideways.
"Feng Xiaobao, if you do this again, believe it or not, I will cut it off for you!"
At the critical moment, a beautiful figure appeared. She was tall, dressed in palace attire, with handsome eyebrows and a very capable temperament.
Feng Xiaobao looked at the girl, smiled, and put on his pants.
"Wan'er, don't be angry. This baby of ours cannot be cut. After all, the queen loves it so much."
He looked at Shangguan Wan'er with a trace of fire in his eyes.
It's a pity that she is the most favored female official around the Queen, and she is entrusted with important tasks and cannot be touched.
"What are you doing here?"
"Where is Zhang Zongchang? I'll come find him!"
"He has left the palace, please come back later."
Shangguan Wan'er said coldly.
Feng Xiaobao sneered, put on a rogue air, and said, "Then I'll stay here until he comes back!"
As he spoke, he walked into a room and lay down in a swaggering manner without even taking off his shoes, leaving the bed completely black.
That was Zhang Zongchang's room.
Shangguan Wan'er frowned slightly, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and whispered something to a palace maid next to her.
"If he doesn't find out later, just wait. If he does find out..."
She stretched out her hand and made a gesture on her neck.
The maid nodded, and the plum blossom tattoo on her wrist seemed to be flowing with cold light.
…
Night falls.
Those beautiful boys all live in the same room, looking forward to one day being summoned by the Queen of Heaven and becoming rich and powerful.
As wisps of mist drifted in, they quickly fell into a coma.
The door was pushed open, and Shangguan Wan'er and a palace maid walked in. Behind them was a person, dressed in white with a gold belt, a gourd hanging from his waist, holding a unicorn jade whisk, exactly the same as the imperial master.
It's just that he wore an iron mask on his face, revealing a pair of numb eyes.
The palace maid held a wooden tray with a dagger and a pair of scissors on it, soaked in a basin of black liquid.
Shangguan Wan'er looked at the sleeping beautiful boys and walked over one by one. She stopped when she saw the third person, looked at them carefully for a moment, and said, "The tip of your nose is available."
After saying that, she reached out and picked up the dagger and scissors. With a calm look in her eyes, she cut the man's nose without hesitation. She raised and lowered the knife very skillfully.
A piece of the nose tip, still dripping with blood, was thrown onto the wooden plate.
And the beautiful boy who lost the tip of his nose was still unconscious and bleeding.
Shangguan Wan'er stopped looking at him and continued walking towards the next person.
"The lower lip is available."
"The left ear is available."
"The left cheek meat is available."
"The right eye is available."
"The left side of the skull is available."
…
Her voice was as cold as ice, as if there was no emotion at all. Every time her voice sounded, it meant the loss of a life.
In just a short moment, the handsome young men who were still alive and kicking before turned into bloody corpses, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.
On the wooden basin, pieces of human flesh and blood were piled up, including noses, eyes, ears, teeth...
These carefully selected parts seem to have some magical function.
Shangguan Wan'er gently spit out a mist of water, which turned into droplets of water, washing her hands full of blood and making them white again.
She turned around and looked at the masked man and said, "Rokuro, it's your turn."
The figure in white clothes and gold belt trembled slightly.
It turns out that he is the recently favored Zhang Zongchang, known as the lotus-like Liulang.
Zhang Zongchang's body trembled slightly, and then he reached out and took off the iron mask.
Under the moonlight, a rich and handsome face was revealed.
Upon closer inspection, he is 90% similar to Li Daoxuan, the former Imperial Master of the Tang Dynasty!
Shangguan Wan'er raised the knife in her hand.
Zhang Zongchang's eyes were calm, but his facial muscles were trembling slightly.
"do not move."
Shangguan Wan'er shouted.
He took a deep breath, pinched his flesh tightly, and tried to control his facial muscles.
The knife fell from the hand.
Even though he had drunk Ma Fei Powder, the bone-piercing pain still made him tremble. Shangguan Wan'er sighed softly and put a holding charm on him.
The scene that followed was extremely cruel.
She first cut off Zhang Zongchang's handsome face beyond recognition, and then filled it in with the flesh and blood of those beautiful boys one by one.
In the end, Zhang Zongchang's face was like a broken porcelain, with blood oozing everywhere, which was very scary in the moonlit night.
Shangguan Wan'er sprinkled the black liquid in the basin on Zhang Zongchang's face, then made seals with her hands and muttered words.
Immediately afterwards, a magical scene appeared.
The black liquid on Zhang Zongchang's face began to squirm, burrowing into his skin like worms, and his wounds quickly recovered and finally disappeared.
Shangguan Wan'er opened a scroll, and what was painted on it was Li Daoxuan back then.
She compared them and finally nodded with satisfaction.
"Yes, you are now 97% like a national master."
"If you try it a few more times, it should be exactly the same!"
Zhang Zongchang's heart trembled and he said: "Ninety-seven percent, that's enough."
He really didn't want to experience it again.
Shangguan Wan'er said coldly: "It's not enough, even 99% is not enough. King Chen is such a person. He has a sharp eye and knows the Imperial Master very well. If he doesn't look exactly like him, there's no way he can deceive her."
After a pause, she warned: "For the Queen's grand plan, there must be no mistakes!"
Zhang Zongchang was silent for a moment and said: "I understand."
Shangguan Wan'er nodded and said: "Go ahead, the Queen has been waiting for you for a long time. Although you don't have Feng Xiaobao's ability, the Queen likes this face."
She reached out and touched Zhang Zongchang's extremely handsome and immortal face, with a trace of obsession in her eyes.
This is indeed a face that is difficult for women to refuse. Even the aloof queen can never forget this face.
Zhang Zongchang's breathing became more rapid.
It wasn't that he was fascinated by Shangguan Wan'er. In fact, although this woman was beautiful, he was as afraid of a snake as a scorpion. What made him breathless was the burning pain on his face.
Drops of black liquid were forced out, and Zhang Zongchang screamed, covering his face and rolling on the ground, very embarrassed.
"How can it be?"
Shangguan Wan'er's pupils trembled and she said in disbelief.
It takes the face of thousands of people to get the face of one person.
This magical power called Painted Skin comes from Mingge Ling's "Book of People". She has never made a mistake since she was educated. Why did she have an accident this time?
The always smart Shangguan Wan'er didn't think of the answer this time until a voice sounded.
"You can fight with flesh and blood, but how can you fight with wood?"
"who is it?"
Shangguan Wan'er turned around and took a look, and was suddenly shocked.
I saw a figure in white appearing in the room at some point, leaning lazily against the window, drinking the wine from the gourd, with a cool and elegant temperament, and an indescribable suaveness.
Immediately afterwards, Shangguan Wan'er saw that the dead handsome boys had turned into wood one after another.
Zhang Zongchang, who was on the ground, also had pieces of wood smashed into his face, dripping with blood.
Oops, I'm under an illusion!
Shangguan Wan'er's reaction was very fast. She immediately took out a lot of talismans and punched them out with ease.
"This man knows the secret of the Queen of Heaven. You must not stay here. Kill him!"
Following her order, the palace maid with the plum blossom tattoo on her wrist had murderous intent in her eyes. With a wave of her sleeves, sixteen flying knives flew out in a row!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The flying knife seemed to have spirituality, twists and turns, and was coated with deadly poison, stabbing towards Li Daoxuan like a dragnet.
Facing this terrifying magical power of flying knives, Li Daoxuan didn't even look at it. He seemed to have drunk too much and couldn't help but burp.
The sound was like thunder, and the smell of alcohol rushed into the sky, like a strong wind on the 13th level, making the entire Crane Control Prison rumble and the bricks and tiles jingle.
Sixteen flying knives were rolled back by the strong wind, and they were densely inserted into the palace maid's body, nailing her directly to the wall like a hedgehog.
The blood that flowed out was actually jet black, which showed the poison of the flying knife.
Li Daoxuan shook his head and sighed: "You will not live if you do it yourself."
He raised his eyes and looked at Shangguan Wan'er who had already fled towards the night sky, shook his head and smiled, and said lightly: "Come back."
The sound is not loud, but it has an inexplicable power, which seems to be in line with the great road, causing the earth, water, wind and fire.
After cultivating the Earthly Immortal Realm, Li Daoxuan also improved a lot in the great magical power of mediating creation. He was no longer limited to painting, and he already had a sense of following the law with his words.
Then Shangguan Wan'er, who was about to escape, seemed to have become a puppet on strings, flying back in the night sky with a sad face.
She tried her best to resist, but was horrified to find that her body was completely out of control and she flew obediently to the man in white, like a sheep returning to a tiger.
At this moment, the most favored female official around the Queen, Shangguan Wan'er, known as the female prime minister in history, was sweating like rain on her pretty face, and her heart was filled with despair.
This person's cultivation is simply unfathomable!
The palace maid next to her is a leader among the plum blossom inner guards. She practices the magical power of cutting the moon and flying knives. She was specially sent by the Queen of Heaven to protect her. Her hands are stained with the blood of several Yin Shen realms.
However, in front of this person, there was not even a face-to-face... no, to say that the face-to-face was to praise her. The other person just burped and broke the Zangyue flying knife. He said casually and came back, having already escaped hundreds of feet away. Just come back obediently.
Such cultivation and magical powers were something she had never heard of even though she was well-informed with the Queen of Heaven.
Even the leader of the Grand Pavilion, Ming Chongyan, has absolutely no such ability!
"Senior, you are a god descended to earth, why do you need to be like me, a little palace maid?"
she said pitifully.
"You are not an ordinary palace maid."
Li Daoxuan took the dagger from her hand, moved it on the skin of her face, and said lightly: "Shangguan Wan'er, do you like to cut other people's faces?"
Shangguan Wan'er said anxiously: "Senior, I have been a slave in Yeting since I was a child. Everything I do is based on orders. Otherwise, I will be the one who dies. I have no choice..."
Li Daoxuan looked into her pleading eyes and said calmly: "If you want to survive, do one thing for me."
…
Zichen Palace.
Wu Zetian finished processing the memorial and frowned slightly.
Why hasn't Zhang Zongchang come yet?
At this moment, Shangguan Wan'er walked in with a pale face and a long wooden box in her hands, walking on thin ice.
"Wan'er, why is it so disrespectful?"
Wu Zetian was a little strange. Shangguan Wan'er was trained by her personally. She had always been smart and calm, but she had never lost her composure like this.
Shangguan Wan'er didn't say anything, but opened the wooden box tremblingly.
When Wu Zetian saw clearly what was in the box, his mind went blank, as if he had been struck by lightning.
It was something that had brought her countless happiness and fascinated her, but now it was lying bloody in the box.
…
Control crane and monitor.
Feng Xiaobao's crotch was bleeding and he had passed out.
The baby he was so proud of has become a thing of the past forever.
...(End of chapter)
