Qingge raised her eyebrows and glanced sideways at Duan Yun.
Craftsman Zhang Yu studied under Master Craftsman Zhong Linshan Lingxu.
During the heaven-sacrifice ceremony thirty years ago, King Zhong Lin didn't even show up. His team immediately took the top spot, and one of them was Zhang Yu's teacher.
In this case, Master Lingxu has a high status in Zhonglin Mountain, and his disciples must not be able to kill him.
But Qingge didn't know what the purpose of this person was, that he wanted to kill hundreds of thousands of Qingyue disciples.
These houses were built with ulterior motives, have serious structural problems, hide murderous intentions, and are difficult to detect.
If Qingge hadn't been very sensitive, smelled the faint smell between the cracks in the wall, and paid close attention to the weight and materials of the four walls, he wouldn't have been able to discover this problem.
Master Lingxu... Qingge whispered the name in her heart, and the calm lake water started to ripple a little, spreading out in circles along the wind.
Over there, Lin Boshan was still studying the structure of the house. Perhaps the structure was rigorous and the dangers had been hidden, so no problems were found for a while.
Qing Ge waited patiently and looked at Zhang Yu quietly.
Zhang Yu was thirty years old and had a wife when he was in his prime. Unfortunately, after getting married, he found that the craftsman Zhang did not marry him and his wife ran away with him. Zhang Yu was so sad and angry that he became a casual cultivator and was later picked up by the passing craftsman Lingxu. Gone.
Zhang Yu stood uneasy and frightened, and occasionally glanced at Qing Ge.
He was not as timid as a mouse, but in front of this little empress, he felt an unprecedented sense of suffocation and oppression.
Seeing time passing by slowly, Zhang Yu gritted his teeth and quietly crushed a thumb-sized blood spirit pigeon in his sleeve robe.
The Blood Spirit Pigeon is as crystal clear as jade, and when broken into pieces, it becomes smoke, a flowing rouge color that gradually becomes lighter and disappears in the wind without a trace, colorless and odorless.
What rang in Zhang Yu's ears was the master's warning: Yu'er, remember, if you are in danger, you must smash this blood pigeon, as the master can keep you safe.
Zhang Yu closed his eyes, suppressed all his fears, and only hoped that Master would come soon.
"East Emperor!"
Lin Boshan, the craftsman who was inspecting the structure of the house, came back and knelt down on one knee in front of Qingge, with his hands raised high.
"Tell me, how is the situation?"
Qingge asked.
"Reporting back to Emperor Dong, the structures of these houses are all the same rigorous. At first glance, they look like they were built by masters.
However, there are slight deviations in the structure. The materials used for the four walls are all light and thin goose fish stone, but the ceiling is made of heavy rock.
A house made of this kind of structure will only have a lifespan of three months. There are untempered lightning rods inside Baichen Chongyan, which can trigger thunder and lightning on cloudy and rainy days. If the mountain wind comes, the four walls will collapse, and the ceiling will collapse. If it falls and kills people, even if it doesn't kill them, it will hit the lightning array that falls from the gap in the ceiling, attracting lightning and hitting people."
Lin Boshan said slowly: "And there is blood demon pollen hidden in the gaps on the four walls, which can cause people to be hallucinated and violent.
If there is a thunderstorm night, they will definitely kill each other.
If water covers the earth and the thunder array has not been tempered and has been hit hard by thunder and lightning, the rain will melt.
Blood Demon Pollen will also split open when it encounters moist air.
In this way, all the evidence disappears, leaving only the Qingyue disciples who are killing each other."
"At that time, the world will criticize the East Emperor, thinking that the Qingyue is ominous and the East Emperor is unlucky. Otherwise, why would the disciples who are doing well in the God's Domain become so crazy in the Qingyue?"
The person speaking at this moment is Feng Qingyang who has taken a step forward.
Then, Qingyue College fell into dead silence, and everyone had a dull expression, as if they were still digesting what Lin Boshan said.
Qingge glanced at Lin Boshan a few more times. She only thought that Lin Boshan could give a rough result, but she didn't expect that this guy had speculated it from beginning to end, and he was almost inseparable.
It turned out to be blood demon pollen... No wonder she could smell the smell hidden in the cracks.
But she didn't expect that there was a lightning rod on the top of the sky. This situation was more terrifying than she imagined.
If it weren't for the existence of Blood Demon Pollen, I smelled a faint smell, paid attention to the structure of the house, and then destroyed the house, the consequences would have been disastrous.
When one hundred thousand Qingyue disciples died here, she, the East Emperor, would be the biggest sinner. She really fulfilled the empty words of Tianji Tower, and the East Emperor was the witch.
Qingge looked at Zhang Yu with a smile but not a smile: "Mr. Zhang, what else do you want to say?"
Even though the plot was exposed, Zhang Yu pretended to be calm, his expression remained unchanged, he straightened his waist, put his fist to his lips and coughed before saying: "I don't know what Craftsman Lin is talking about, what a lightning rod, what a blood demon.
Pollen, I am only responsible for building this house. What's more, there are always gaps in the walls erected on all sides. Anyone could put Blood Demon Pollen in. Why do you think it's me?
Who am I, Zhang Yu, a disciple of Master Lingxu of Zhonglin Mountain? Why should I do such a despicable thing?
Emperor Dong, you are still young and don’t know the dangers of the world. I have been framed and you can’t kill a good person by mistake.”
Click - the blade rubs against each other, causing fire to scatter in all directions.
The King Ming's sword was unsheathed, and the empress' figure suddenly moved. The blade of the sword was close to Zhang Yu's neck. He felt the coldness of the skin on his neck, and Zhang Yu did not dare to say another word.
"When death is imminent, do you still need to quibble?"
Qingge twitched her red lips and smiled coldly.
"Senior Sister! Kill him! Kill this vicious snake and scorpion man!"
Some disciples shouted angrily.
"What Junior Brother He said is true. If it hadn't been for Senior Sister's wise move today, everyone would have been kept in the dark. One day, one hundred thousand Qingyue disciples would have died as a result. This is a heinous villain. This crime really deserves to be killed!"
"Senior Sister, we ask Senior Sister to kill this scourge and give Qingyue disciples peace."
"..." Zhang Yu's face was ashen, but he did not dare to say a word.
Suddenly, Zhang Yu felt something, and a red light suddenly appeared in the depths of his eyes, as if a blood pigeon was flying by.
A twisted and sinister smile appeared on Zhang Yu's cheeks. He looked at the thousands of Qingyue disciples kneeling on the ground and said in a deep voice: "I am a disciple of Lingxu and a native of Zhonglin Mountain. Even if you give your senior sister the courage, you won't dare to kill me."
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Do you, Dongzhou, have the guts to go against me, Zhong Linshan?
Isn't it true that the empress's achievements are extraordinary, but she is not qualified to be on an equal footing with Zhong Linshan?
If I die today, the people of Zhonglin Mountain will destroy Rudongzhou one day.
And among you Qingyue disciples, who can escape?"
At the end of the sentence, Zhang Yu let out a harsh and hoarse laugh.
Qingge turned her wrist slightly, increased her strength, and moved the blade forward a little deeper.
prick.
The sharp blade made a gash, and the skin was so fragile that drops of blood condensed on the Mingwang sword.
Zhang Yu stopped laughing and looked at the indifferent empress in front of him in fear.
"You can't even talk about Zhong Linshan's dog. Who do you think you are? You deserve to mention the battle of Zhong Lin Dongzhou?"
Qingge sneered and said contemptuously.
Zhang Yu's face was as pale as paper, as if all the blood had been drained out, and there was only deep fear left in his eyes.