Sima Qiong has been sitting on the highest tower in the north corner of the palace.
To this magnificent palace, he is just a non-existent person.
All the extravagance here has nothing to do with him.
Jingyang Palace has always had ministers stationed in the palace and secretly communicated with the people in the palace.
More than a hundred years ago, there was even a scandal that caused quite a stir.
The man who succeeded in beguiling the emperor at that time became a worshiper of the old king next door. Now he is still locked up in the Jingyang Palace, His Highness Zhenmo, suffering from the pain of having copper juice poured into his buttocks every day, and his life is worse than death.
Of course, all this has nothing to do with Sima Qiong.
He knew the late old emperor's plan.
Although he is a square man, he is not stupid.
It is impossible for a stupid person to get to where he is now.
The wind chimes along the corner tinkled in the wind.
This quiet voice seems to be just teasing the noise of the wind, making people feel calm.
Sima Qiong's heart was equally peaceful.
Even Kyoto now is like sitting on a powder keg, and may be blown up to the sky at any time.
Jingle Bell···!
The sound of the wind chimes suddenly became urgent.
It was as if someone was deliberately teasing it.
The originally natural and comfortable voice suddenly became violently harsh.
Sima Qiong stood up, holding a simple long gilded stick in his hand.
call···!
A long wind blew, and a woman with white hair and black clothes appeared directly opposite Sima Qiong.
"Is it you?" Sima Qiong changed color slightly.
No matter how decent a person is, there will always be a past that cannot be touched and cannot be recalled.
Because people are human after all, and humans will make mistakes.
The Buddha said that there are eighteen levels of hell, all of which are caused by wrongdoers.
But if we really follow that rule, I'm afraid no one in this world is innocent, no one is unjust, and all living beings are guilty.
Perhaps this can also be regarded as a hidden threat from Buddhism to all living beings?
The woman with white hair and black clothes looked at Sima Qiong resentfully, her expression indescribably complicated.
"Qiong Lang, we haven't seen each other for many years, how are you now..." The woman with white hair and black clothes stared at Sima Qiong, her eyes becoming greedy.
Sima Qiong only felt uncomfortable all over.
The woman with white hair and black clothes is the vine girl of Chihuo Dao. Her husband died at the hands of Sima Qiong in the past.
Outsiders all thought that killing a righteous man by mistake would shake up Sima Qiong's life.
He also feels a lot of guilt about Fujime, so he has been defending her for many years.
Only the two of them have a ghost in their hearts and know that things are not simple.
"Back then, I was ashamed of Brother Bai. I had an affair with you. He accidentally found out about it, which made him go crazy and die in anger. At that time, you and I were concerned about our reputation and hid the matter. We only regarded it as a temporary incident of mine. Without noticing, he was deceived and accidentally killed a righteous man. He was imprisoned in Jingyang Palace for many years..." Sima Qiong took a deep breath and finally told this old incident.
"It's just that if you are wrong, you are wrong! How can you make the same mistake again and again?" Sima Qiong's eyes gradually became firm.
"As soon as my term ends, I will tell the truth to the world, and then return to Jingyang Palace to receive punishment..."
After saying that, he glanced at Fujime again, and then added: "But... relax, I won't make it difficult for you. Externally, I will only say that I covet you, The relationship between you and me is still pure and innocent..."
"Ha! Innocence? Back then, in Xiaoyuan Mountain and Zhanhua Valley, one ring of greedy joy was fired ten times in a row. How could you and I be innocent?" When the vine girl heard this, the tenderness and sweetness on her face suddenly turned into ashes. The evil ferociousness was revealed, and the weird madness was suppressed on her beautiful face, and she questioned Sima Qiong in a sharp tone.
"If you really feel you owe me something, then let me enter the palace." Taking a deep breath, Teng Nu said to Sima Qiong.
Sima Qiong frowned and said, "Do you also believe that the Jingguo Palace has the inheritance of King Dao Shi?"
"What does it matter if it's true or false? How the patriarch of Jingyang Palace rose from an unworthy little person to become a great hero has always been a mystery. The methods of your Jingyang Palace , although it does not correspond to the legendary method of Dao Shi Tian Wang, but it is inherited from the ancient Taoist tradition of the Sun View. Everyone knows that the Sun View was destroyed by Dao Shi Tian Wang." Fujinu spoke clearly and plausibly.
If Feng Linyi heard this inference, he would definitely think...how could there be so many coincidences in the world.
Then he immediately ran away and tried another way to show off.
Sima Qiong was slightly silent.
Then he shook his head: "I'm sorry! I still can't let you in."
"The responsibility lies..."
The Fuji girl suddenly giggled, and her voice suddenly changed into a soft and charming voice: "You probably don't know yet, but you also have a son."
"What?" Sima Qiong was shocked.
Then he caught a strand of hair thrown by Fujime.
With just a little induction, Sima Qiong could clearly feel that this was his bloodline and his descendant.
"Your son has been captured by others now. Someone wants me to break into the palace, tear open the gap, and turn the lie into reality." Fujinu's expression suddenly turned cold, like ice that will last forever.
Perhaps this is her truest inner world.
Holding that strand of hair in his hand, Sima Qiong fell into a dilemma.
Principles, guilt, and family affection are intertwined, making it difficult for him to make a choice.
The decisiveness and selflessness that he once had seemed to have been defeated at this time.
"Who captured our son?" Sima Qiong asked with a slightly hoarse voice.
But Teng Nu said: "Zhan'er is just my child, you just provided the conditions for him to take shape."
"If you really want him, don't ask any more questions."
Sima Qiong's expression changed several times, and he took out a strange, snake-like dagger from his arms and handed it to Teng Nu.
"You use it to stab my Fengfu point, and you can break through my golden cicada clothes and body-protecting aura." After saying that, he opened his hands and closed his eyes, waiting for the attack.
The vine girl held the dagger in her hand, her expression changing repeatedly, sometimes tender and affectionate, sometimes ferocious and terrifying.
Just before the dagger flashing with cold light was about to pierce Sima Qiong's body.
Suddenly light applause sounded from the side.
"I just wanted to say hello to Mr. Sima, but I never thought that I would hear such a big show. It's really surprising!" A Taoist priest with a sneer all over his body turned from behind the curtain. come out.
Don't look at the fact that every joint in this person's body is shaking, and he is completely out of tune.
But he is the direct disciple of Bashan Sword Emperor, and his sword skills already have the three successes of Bashan Sword Emperor.
Thirty percent... Such a ratio, when placed on the Bashan Sword Emperor, is by no means a derogatory connotation.
"Is it you?" When they saw the person coming, whether it was Sima Qiong or Teng Nu, they relaxed.
Some people look upright and upright, but in fact they are full of male thieves and female prostitutes.
And some people, although they may appear to be dishonest, are actually loyal people.
The name of the ruffian swordsman Hou Yong, Sima Qiong and Teng Nu are still known.
