Xin'an City stood silently in the sun, and Du Ruhui flew out quickly.
The city guards looked up at their backs on the horizon with reverence in their eyes. The Prime Minister of the State was the anchor of Zhuang State. As long as he saw his figure at any time, it would make people feel at ease.
Even if the upright Vice Prime Minister Dong A dies in battle, even if Zhuang Guo people are proud of Zhu Weiwo and commit treason. As long as the Prime Minister is still there, Zhuang Guo will never fall!
The sky is high and the clouds are clear, and the familiar scenery of Zhuangjing passes by vividly.
In order to avoid missing any clues, Du Ruhui did not use the magical power that was so far away, but relied on some kind of weak induction in the dark to fly all the way and search all the way.
The Heaven's Breath Technique is a secret tracking method that he mastered in his early years. There is only one Heaven's Breath, three Earth Breaths, and endless Human Breaths.
Use the breath of heaven to respond to people's breath, and capture the answer in the dark.
Because it is only a relationship between fragments, it is not accurate enough, and it can only be established under a certain strength gap.
Judging from the traces at the scene, the murderer who killed Dong A was just the same as Dong A. Being able to kill Dong A was mostly due to restraint.
Du Ruhui was sure that the Heavenly Breathing Law could be established, and indeed captured a breath on Dong'a's body, using this to track down the murderer.
It's just that the breath is quite weak, the response is extremely shallow, and it's intermittent.
But he was prepared to spend a lot of time.
His time is very precious, but he thinks it is worth using it on this matter.
Flying fast all the way, with eyes like a falcon, he patrolled the mountains and rivers of the village, not missing any suspicious corners.
Pursuing the murderer is not what he should do in his status. To put it seriously, it is a frivolous use of state weapons. But no one can trust him with this matter.
Zhuang Guo ushered in an unprecedented victory, but at the same time, it also encountered a huge gap in talent.
Dong A, who was expected to be the next prime minister, died in the battle, and Zhu Weiwo, who had high hopes, committed treason.
Originally, Duan Li was deposed and He drew his sword and died in battle. They were choices made for the victory of the national war. It cannot be simply said whether it was worth it. But now it seems that it has become an unbearable burden.
The two of them are the only strong men in Zhuang State who have hope of reaching the Divine Land in the near future.
Who can fill this huge gap in talent? Who is more promising to reach high and have a long-term vision? Who is more worthy of being cultivated?
Both Baiyu Army and Jiujiang Xuanjia need new generals...
Many people are eyeing the position of deputy prime minister, but few are capable enough...
After Zhu Weiwo’s treason, who else can bring out the previously planned meeting on the Yellow River...
All this makes people anxious.
As the Prime Minister of Zhuang State, he needs to worry about all the affairs of Zhuang State. Even if he cannot get rid of certain emotions at this time, he cannot let them go.
Ye Lingxiao said that he must not be self-conscious.
He couldn't help but admit it.
He didn't even have time to be sad.
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Nameless hill.
Jiang Wang has been unconscious here for a long time, always curled up like a baby, unconscious.
The black mist became thicker and thicker, wrapping him like a black cocoon.
Desperate, closed, trapped.
But there is still a glimmer of light in the black cocoon...
They were three glimmers of light that were shaky but never extinguished.
There was faint laughter in the empty hill.
But that laughter was occasionally interrupted by the sound of swords.
The Sauvignon Blanc held tightly in his hand would suddenly tremble from time to time, as if fighting against the wild laughter. The sword master was still in a coma, and Jian Ming was certainly no match.
But every time the sound of the sword was about to be suppressed, the sound of Sanskrit singing started.
Listen carefully, the Sanskrit music is singing
Om! Ah! Mi! Cha! Hum! Ga! Cha! Luo!
This is the eight-character mantra of the fearless heart of all Buddhas, also known as the Manjushri eight-character mantra.
This mantra has an extraordinary origin and can manifest wisdom and suppress worries.
In Buddhist legends, the great wisdom Manjushri Bodhisattva is the left side attendant of Sakyamuni Buddha, representing the wisdom of the Buddha.
This eight-character mantra rotates endlessly, helping the sound of swords to compete with wild laughter.
Jiang Wang's eyes were closed tightly, and his frozen expression was extremely painful. But his lips were moving, and he made a plain and indifferent voice: "Old bald donkey, delay my big business... I will kill you sooner or later, and destroy your whole family."
The content of his words was extremely cruel, but the black mist he controlled was extremely patient. Like a spider weaving a web, weaving black cocoons bit by bit, slowly but surely eroding the host.
The darker the black, the darker the darkness. Undercurrents condense in the daytime.
The three glimmers of light in the black cocoon became increasingly faint.
But at the next moment, as if feeling some kind of change, the black mist rolled violently several times unwillingly, but still failed to completely annihilate the shimmering light, so it stopped flowing.
"Damn."
'Jiang Wang', with his eyes closed, suddenly said.
The black mist calmed down, and all of it "buried" into the body as if it were spiritual.
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"Jiang Wang! Jiang Wang! Jiang Wang!"
"Wake up!"
"Wake up!"
A voice is calling.
Very familiar...very urgent?
The sound seemed to come out slowly from the deepest part of the water.
Then the "sea" began to sway gently, and the "waves" rotated freely.
Everything in the world seems to have a voice, and fresh feelings return to my heart.
Jiang Wang slowly came back to his senses from the chaotic state, but he was still dazed. It seemed that there were many important things accumulating in his heart, but he couldn't think of anything.
My inner demon...Dong A is dead...Did Jiang Yan faint or be eliminated...Xin'an City...Zhuang Gaoxian...Calm down, calm down Jiang Wang!...What's wrong, what's wrong with me...No,
Something's wrong...
Various thoughts were thrown into chaos, exploding from here to there.
My brain was buzzing.
My head hurts like it's about to split, as if there are countless knives cutting through it, like chisels digging into my head. My body also has a very uncomfortable stiffness, and every joint seems to be very dry... Until now,
He has not yet established a connection with his sword.
Yes, my sword, he thought.
It was a sword as sharp as iron.
The name of the sword is Sauvignon Blanc, and the process of its birth forged his love and hate.
Use the Shenlong wooden sheath to hide the edge, and use the magical seeds to warm it.
All this time, there was no one in front of or behind him, only the sword in his hand.
It has always been one man, one sword, walking alone.
When encountering mountains, mountains will be opened; when encountering rivers, rivers will be cut off.
Not long ago, Sauvignon Blanc had already hit people who have been "loving" for a long time.
"Yes...my sword."
He murmured, as if he had found some kind of light and gained some kind of clue.
The humane sword intention began to gather.
In all this complicated and painful situation, Jiang Yan's voice was already heard before he could even cut out a small path.
"It's too late, put on the hidden clothes quickly and use the methods left by Yin Guan!" Jiang Xiang shouted.
Jiang Wang didn't think too much, because an instinctive fear of life had already surged into his heart, and a strong sense of crisis exploded in his mind.
He and Jiang Yan share this body and share the crisis of life and death.
Jiang Wang sat up suddenly!
He regained control of his body in an instant, and almost subconsciously took out the hidden clothes and put them on, triggering Yin Guan to stay motionless.
And at the next moment, a rapidly flying figure roared past here at high altitude.
Black hair shawl, impressive momentum. His gaze swept across the hill without stopping.
Jiang Wang said nothing.
When he saw the black-haired figure, he was completely awake. A drop of cold sweat dripped from his temples!
If Du Ruhui were to see him here and now, there would be no chance of him surviving.
This chapter has been completed!