Standing on the stone steps, Cui Yixian stopped and looked at the temple in front of him.
White bricks, blue tiles, red eaves, two copper rings on the door handle are hung with patina, and a layer of yellowing window paper is pasted behind the hollow wooden window grille. It is no different from an ordinary temple.
Except for the invisible barrier that blocks all spiritual consciousness and sound.
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Cui Yixian stopped, but Chen Danqiu was at the door. As long as he knocked on the door, the future of Cui family, Xuegong, Yu State and even the whole world would change.
"What's wrong?"
Voices sounded from behind, and Cui Yixian turned to look at Xi Yangyu, who had a smile on his face. The latter patted the stone lion's high head and said slowly: "Sword cultivators should be decisive and determined to make progress. It's really not like a mother-in-law to be so hesitant.
you."
Cui Yixian was like an ancient well with no waves, no expression could be seen on his face, "What do you want to say?"
"I want to say,"
Xi Yangyu looked solemn, "No matter what choice you make, senior brother, you must make sure it is what your heart desires. You are the best swordsman in the world, and no one can force you."
What's the meaning?
Cui Yixian looked at Xi Yangyu's sincere expression and his eyes narrowed.
The Cui family has always hoped that Cui Yixian would succeed Lian Xuanxiao as the mountain chief. He has urged her many times in the past few days, openly and secretly, but he has always put it aside.
The document announced today was presumably released by Mrs. Cui when she finally couldn't hold back anymore.
Could it be that Xi Yangyu guessed something?
Not far away, the stone lantern in front of Lian Xuanxiao's tombstone flickered, illuminating the two people who were looking at each other silently.
Dang Dang Dang——
Twenty bells rang in the bell tower of the Academy,
Time is right.
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In the underground prison of Dali Temple, a disheveled middle-aged prisoner held the iron window slightly above the ground and silently counted the number of bells.
Twenty rings, the time has come.
He jumped back on the bed, took a deep breath, and tapped the edge of the bed with his purple and black nails, making a regular sound.
"In Toushihao Village at dusk, there are officials who arrest people at night."
"The old man walked over the wall, and the old woman went out to see."
The sound of poetry reciting late at night woke up other prisoners in the prison, and the sound of shouting and cursing and kicking on the wall could be heard one after another.
The guards who were resting in the compartment at the entrance of the prison also heard the noise and hurried over with water and fire sticks.
"Why are the officials so angry? What's so painful about the women's cries."
"Listen to the woman's speech before the three men garrison Yecheng."
Another prisoner also knocked on the edge of the bed and responded with a poem. Then came the third and fourth prisoners.
"Shut up, do you want to get a stick?!"
The jailer looked extremely ugly as he listened to the gradually gathering recitation, and stood in the corridor shouting curses.
This song "Stone Hauling Officials" was created by the Ministry of Industry and Engineering after witnessing the tragic scene of the people's deprivation of life during the war. There was nothing wrong with it. Until some time ago, those Haotian believers used it to attack the imperial court of the Yu State, implying that the Yu State was recruiting troops extensively, so that
Folks are restless.
Turning it into an "anti-poem".
Song Shaoyuan, who also heard the noise, stepped into the prison. His eyes swept across the cells on both sides and settled on a gray-haired old man. He couldn't help but frown and asked: "Zhang Xinghuai, how come you are also involved? In two months you will be
If you can be released after serving your sentence, why bother getting involved."
The old man winced when his name was called. He was a political prisoner left over from the Holy Queen's period. Strictly speaking, he was just an accessory. He had never done anything harmful to nature. It was just because a big shot in the outside world didn't want to see him, so he kept treating him like a prisoner.
He is in prison.
That big shot died of illness a few months ago, and Dali Temple has no reason to keep him in prison and plans to release him after a while.
"Master Song's Book,"
Years of prison life have worn away all of Rui Xinghuai's temperament. He leaned against the wall, lowered his head and whispered: "Our relationship is pretty good, right?"
"It's okay."
Song Shaoyuan nodded. Zhang Xinghuai's crime was not serious, and his treatment was much better than other prisoners. Not only could he read and write in the cell, but he could also often go to the surface to help officials process some documents while wearing shackles.
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"Then why do you want to approve my release from prison?"
Zhang Xinghuai's voice seemed to come from afar. He slowly turned his head, his face disappearing into the shadows, "I have been imprisoned for most of my life, and I no longer remember what it is like to live outside.
No one outside recognized me, no one remembered that I was a famous scholar in the palace, Doctor Guanglu, and I even touched the queen's bed.
Here I am the respected Mr. Zhang, but outside, I am just a useless old man with no friends.
Tell me, why did you approve my release from prison?"
Song Shaoyuan was speechless. He could understand Zhang Xinghuai's situation, but he could do nothing to help him.
"Master Song, you are a good person."
Zhang Xinghuai struggled to stand up on the edge of the bed, moved to the door of the cell, stared directly at the other person, and whispered: "Run quickly."
What to run.
Before his thoughts were formed, Song Shaoyuan saw Zhang Xinghuai's fingers rapidly expanding, followed by his arms, shoulders, chest, and abdominal cavity.
Zhang Xinghuai, together with the more than thirty Haotian believer prisoners who were imprisoned in different cells and chanted "Shi Hao Li" loudly, were all swollen to the limit.
"Haotian is above!"
Those Haotian believers all had distorted faces and their eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets, but they were still shouting and praying at the top of their lungs.
Immediately, it exploded.
Boom boom boom!!
The shock wave instantly tore the iron bars of the cell door, and the solid prison collapsed like a sandcastle.
The strong wind stirred up flying sand and rocks, and the strong light burned his eyes. Song Shaoyuan only remembered that he was pushed by someone, and then he flew out and hit the wall.
"Master Song! Master Song!"
The screams of the jailer brought Song Shaoyuan back to consciousness. He opened his eyes in confusion, and saw only ruins and broken walls standing alone under the clear moonlight. The jailers and prisoners suffered heavy casualties and were lying in the ruins wailing.
Regardless of whether the accident would affect his future career, Song Shaoyuan, with the support of the jailer, covered his bleeding forehead, stood up unsteadily, and looked to the side.
Mr. Liu, who had just asked me for help during the day and pushed him just now, was hit from the front by the explosion. His flesh and blood were mangled and his head was missing. He could only be identified by the clothes he was wearing.
Sadness spreads in my heart, followed by anger and doubt.
The Dali Temple Prison, like other important institutions, has restrictions on magic and is equipped with sniffing dogs.
How did these Haotian believers hide the truth and create explosions?
sand--
Thin sounds, like raindrops, sounded from the gaps in the broken rubble.
The people who were still alive were at a loss as they looked at the ruins that kept making strange noises under their feet.
The next moment, the flesh and blood of all the prisoners who died by self-explosion quickly evaporated and atomized, rising from the bricks and tiles, weaving into a blood mist.
This chapter has been completed!