Duke Jingguo turned into a prince and died, and the one whose head was beheaded by Lu Jingjianguang was Yu Xuanlou. Among the thirteen princes in the dynasty, except for the prince, he was the most talented nobleman!
Emperor Chongtian asked the Seventh Prince to take advantage of the situation in order to nourish his pupils. Perhaps in Emperor Chongtian's plan, Yuxuan Tower also played an extremely important role.
But in this Qilin Street, Lu Jing's sword was too sharp, and the Wind and Rain Realm was too mysterious. It was already a big deal to see the prince's concubine die in the Su Mansion, but now something earth-shattering and evil happened.
Shen Busuo stood in the air, his legs were disabled, but as a pure Yang heavenly being, he still had a rugged and proud character.
He never expected that a junior like Lu Jing, who had only been famous for two years, would dare to kill the seventh prince in Taixuan Capital. He also never thought that Lu Jing, the Legalist Shen Buyi, could kill Yuxuanlou in front of him!
Until Lu Jing's long sword, which glowed with silver, was stained with blood, it flew into Lu Jing's hand.
Lu Jing held his sword, and the wind and rain filled Qilin Street again, covering Lu Jing's figure. Shen Buyue suddenly became furious.
The vitality gathered behind him, and the vitality was mixed with many storms, and there was a looming thunder disaster.
A total of three hundred and sixty divine thoughts are densely packed in the sky, and there is thunder in every divine thought!
Tribulation thunder! Divine thoughts! They are all the tyranny of Yuanshen monks.
The number of split spiritual thoughts is a mystery between heaven and man.
Three hundred and sixty spiritual thoughts worked together to outline the runes. The complex and mysterious runes lingered around Shen Buyi, turning into a suit of armor, tightly wrapping this ancient Legalist celebrity!
Then, Shen Buyi, wearing a talisman armor, finally landed on the ground.
Suddenly, there were waves in the wind and rain, and it seemed that a murderous plot was brewing.
And from that wind and rain, Duke Chu came out through the fog with a Zhishan hammer in hand.
He saw Yu Xuanlou's head, body, and the blood sprinkled on the green bricks.
I don't know why, when Duke Chu saw this scene, and in this hazy wind and rain, there was a trace of relaxation in his eyes...
The dispute between the Seventh Prince and the Crown Prince is a chess game played by the Holy King!
They, the supporting chess pieces, had no choice but to their surprise, Lu Jingqi was so violent that he even dared to kill Yu Xuanlou.
Duke Chu turned his head and saw that the strong wind and heavy rain here were gradually subsided. Shen Busuo had no idea where he had gone, but the storm followed the clouds and went to Changning Street.
The shocking news that Yuxuanlou was dead spread throughout Taixuanjing as the wind and rain subsided.
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"Brother Jing killed...the seventh prince..."
Ning Qiang coughed violently.
The hidden illness in her heart has been much improved after Qingyue and Mr. Eleven's several prescriptions. Although there are still many troubles such as "old age", "well-matched in-laws" and so on, it is not so difficult after all.
But when the bad news came today, Ning Qiang felt anxious. The old illness had relapsed, and when she coughed, the white brocade handkerchief in her hand was dyed red with blood.
"cousin……"
Lu Yi had her head hanging down. Seeing her cousin in such a state, she remembered that Brother Jing had committed such a serious crime and had almost no chance of survival, and her face was full of tears.
At this time, the small pavilion in the Second Assistant Mansion of Taishu Pavilion was filled with sorrow.
It also started to rain outside the pavilion.
Ning Qiang gritted her teeth and suppressed the sweetness in her throat.
Lu Yi's eyes were dull.
Only Lu Qiong was straightforward: "Lu Jingyi is not a relative of the emperor, and he has no authority to compete for the artifact, and he has no desire for power. Otherwise, he would have become an official long ago. The court said that he was treason. After all,
What kind of rebellion is seeking?"
The expression of Sheng Zhi sitting by the side suddenly changed, Princess Xianyou simply went to find out the news and was not there.
Su Zhaoshi, the young master of Dazhu Palace, who had always been gentle, frowned and shook his head at Lu Qiong. Lu Qiong knew that he had made a mistake, pursed his lips tightly and stopped talking.
Shengzi raised her head and watched quietly as the dark clouds gathered in the sky and started to rain.
She felt too powerless.
The daughter of the second assistant of the Taishu Pavilion at that time was like a pebble pushed away by the tide in the face of such important events.
Just as she was lost in thought, she vaguely noticed something falling from the corner of her eye in the hazy mist brought by the clouds and rain, and landed in the pool in the courtyard.
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"The seventh prince is dead!"
Sheng Ruzhou supported Jiang Baishi and stood under the eaves of the east hall.
Jiang Baishi rarely stood up straight. He looked up at the sky with some regret in his eyes.
"Without Chongtong on duty, we won't be able to see clearly where Tianque's lifeline lies." Jiang Baishi sighed.
Sheng Ruzhou was really puzzled as he supported his teacher, who had been drifting for half his life and at the top of the world for half his life.
"The most romantic Bai Guanqi in the world, and Lu Jing, who is expected to become a true king... What chess game can beat these two?"
Jiang Baishi didn't answer, only said: "What a heavy rain."
What a heavy rain!
The rain was pouring down.
The weak candlelight in Taixuan Palace seemed to be extinguished.
Outside Taixuan Palace, there are reflections of mountains and rivers, like a mirage.
And the mountains and rivers did not last long, and eventually they were broken and swept into the wind and rain.
Lu Jing stood on the fifth floor of the Slim Tower of the library.
He saw two things placed on Mr. Guanqi's old desk.
A piece of beautiful jade, clear and clear in color.
Lu Jing picked up the beautiful jade and warmed it.
The other thing was a brocade bag. Lu Jing could already sense the contents of the brocade bag without opening it.
"Tianmai."
Mr. Guanqi finally left this extremely precious treasure to him.
Lu Jing looked at the library again. After today, the library in Taixuan Capital will no longer be a library.
Mr. Guanqi died, Mr. Ninth and Mr. Eleven left, and perhaps many of the other gentlemen left Taixuanjing after today.
The word "knowledge" is actually no better than a blood-stained sword.
Lu Jing looked at the entire library and suddenly said, "Mr. Baili, can I do you a favor?"
Among the thousands of clouds in the sky, one fell and turned into a human figure.
"You are lucky. Dazhu Kingdom, the two old men in the palace, and the Taoist priest from Taoshan all went to Zhenwu Mountain."
Baili Qingfeng came in person and spoke slowly.
Lu Jing shook his head: "If they had not gone to Zhenwu Mountain, sir, maybe he would have delayed some time and not entered the palace at this time."
Baili Qingfeng probably felt that Lu Jing's words made sense and nodded.
"What do you want to do?" He said: "You are a descendant who suits my taste. If it were in the past, I could protect you alone. It's a pity that there are too many creatures in the three mountains now. If they protect you, they
He is about to die. The real power of Dafu is the thousands of cavalry."
Lu Jingdao: "Sect master, can you move this self-cultivation tower?"
Baili Qingfeng was stunned.
Lu Jing said expressionlessly: "In fact, there is no harm in learning anywhere... It's just that if the Hedong family takes the classics in the self-cultivation tower, it will probably become a tool for them to cherish and gain power. Rather than doing this, it is better to leave it to the Taoist sect for the time being.
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Baili Qingfeng understood immediately.
He was about to speak when he heard the sword at Lu Jing's waist move slightly, a blue light emerged, and the Peacock Sword Spirit saluted Baili Qingfeng.
Baili Qingfeng smiled bitterly and said, "I saved your soul, but Lu Jing sold me as a favor."
"In that case, it's okay, it's a self-cultivation tower, even if I take advantage of it, we can share the secrets of the library together."
After he finished speaking, he looked around again, and suddenly he became very excited. The demon sealing token around his waist was suspended in the air, shining a brilliant light.
Suddenly, a burst of clouds and mist lingered outside the Self-cultivation Tower, the vitality turned into the limbs of the Self-cultivation Tower, and the Self-cultivation Tower unexpectedly rose from the ground!
The Cultivation Tower has come to life.
"Lu Jing, I'll go ahead and wait for you at Zhuxing Mountain. If you survive, come to Zhuxing Mountain to receive the Cultivation Pagoda."
"Don't waste time, get out of the city as soon as possible."
Lu Jing saw the Cultivation Tower bending its limbs, lifting it up from the ground, and flying into the clouds.
He heard Baili Qingfeng's words, but shook his head.
While shaking his head, Lu Jing looked towards the door of the library. Chen Tansheng was looking at the huge library with his hands behind his back.
He seemed not to know that Lu Jing was also in the library.
Baili Qingfeng saw Lu Jing's eyes and guessed his plan.
I happened to hear Lu Jing talking softly to himself again.
"The remnants of Mr.'s soul are still there, how could I leave like this?"