The crowd at the entrance of the mansion finally dispersed, leaving only a dozen civilians lying on the ground with bruises and bleeding, groaning in pain, and were quickly taken away by the soldiers.
Several Yu Clan sword cultivators stood on the high wall and let out sarcastic laughter. One of the Yu Clan spitted heavily, and with a "pop" sound, the thick phlegm passed through an arrogant arc and landed on Ning Xiao
In front of the elephant.
"My lord, these rangers have done a pretty good job." "One thing defeats another, and the toilet bucket dumps shit! They are much better at this kind of dirty work than us." "Now the world is finally at peace. Sir, we still want to
Will you continue to stay nearby?" Several Tianluo guards came over to report and ask for instructions.
Ning Xiaoxiang didn't answer, and looked at the yellow phlegm on the ground with concentration. After a while, he asked: "Look, they all say that the Yu clan of Son of the Sky is noble and clean, so why do they spit on the ground?"
The Tianluowei people couldn't help but be stunned, and one person tentatively replied: "Because the Yu clan is in the sky, so they can only vomit into the ground?"
Ning Xiaoxiang said noncommittally: "We are on the ground, so when we spit, we have to spit into the sky? Otherwise, wouldn't we be dirtying ourselves?"
Several Tianluo Guards looked at each other, wondering what the officer meant. Ning Xiaoxiang smiled and stretched out his feet to wipe away the phlegm. The smoke from the burning straw was floating in the air. He stepped over the feces, urine and blood on the ground and left alone, like walking through
Passing through the smoke-filled battlefield.
"Sun Aiqing, you did a good job!"
Yi Mo picked up the emergency briefing sent by Lieutenant Sili and read it over and over again. He couldn't help laughing, "I didn't expect that the stubborn illness that had plagued Gu for many days could be resolved easily by you. Now that the siege of the Sifang Mansion has passed,
Fortunately, it didn't cause a catastrophic disaster, so I feel a little more at ease."
Sun Xiu came out from behind a group of ministers and bowed his head respectfully: "Your Highness is serious. This is just a simple scabies disease, how can it trouble the Holy Emperor? Your Highness soars into the sky, only with the sun, moon and stars as his companions.
He is good at grand social affairs, so how can he understand the tricks of fish and shrimp in the mud? What's more, the Holy Emperor has his own God-given luck and is immune to all evil. The proper resolution of this matter actually depends on your great blessings, Your Highness
, how can a young person dare to take credit?"
The others secretly despised the disgusting words of flattery, but Yi Mo was extremely happy and said with a big smile: "Sun Aiqing is not only talented and hard-working, but also respects the emperor, is sensible, and has a good understanding of the general situation. I must reward you well. Give it to me first."
You have two jars of immortal wine, four white ox carts and one chariot. You serve as a minister in the East Palace and make plans for Gu Chu. When Yuan'an's affairs are completely settled, how about I give you additional rewards?"
Sun Xiu knelt down and saluted without hesitation, with tears in his eyes and sobs in his throat: "His Highness treats Xiu so lovingly, even though a humble minister will wear a ring of grass all his life, it is difficult to repay Your Highness's kindness in knowing you. I can only serve His Highness forever."
Pray for blessings every year, devote yourself to it, and then die."
"My love, you are serious. I know how loyal you are." Yi Molong was so happy that he personally got down from his seat and went to help Sun Xiu.
Sun Xiu's ten fingers were slender and white, and they were gently placed on the back of Yi Mo's hand, as smooth as gel. Yi Mo couldn't help but feel something in her heart. Sun Xiu was born with a female appearance, and her appearance was handsome and graceful. Her eyes were red with peach blossoms from crying, and she looked extremely charming.
.
Yi Mo couldn't help but secretly thought that this face was somewhat similar to Xie Yongxu's: it had the charm and grace of a woman, but also a hint of heroism. If Sun Xiu were to dress up in female makeup and put on Taoist robes...
Zhikarizhen closed his eyes and kept calm, sitting cross-legged on the straw mat in the cell, and performed the Xuji Nailing Soul Forbidden Technique to one hundred and eight days, and then slowly exhaled and finished.
When I opened my eyes, the surroundings were very quiet, and dust particles were floating silently in the sunlight. Mengmeng was lying on the bed, her legs dangling up and down, and she was reading a book of travel notes on the Eight Wildernesses with relish.
Although he was trapped in prison, Zhikarizhen felt a rare sense of leisure. He did not practice sword practice anymore, but lay on the straw mat, enjoying the comfort of wasting time.
He lowered his head and looked at the straw grass under him with great interest, at their exquisite dark brown texture, and stared at it aimlessly for a long time. He turned his head and stared at the cute and soft shadows reflected on the wall.
Until it was slowly covered by sunlight. After a while, he began to hold his breath, neither using external breathing nor internal breathing, to see how long he could hold it.
The corners of the cell are covered with dense scratches. They are counted one by one. The scratches on the wall are probably made with broken porcelain from dishes. They vary in length and depth and are obviously left by different former inmates.<
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Some scratches penetrated three-thirds of the wall, and the strokes of the strokes were sharp and majestic. I guessed that most of these people were feeling sad and angry. Some scratches were short, shallow, soft and weak, like ashes falling in despair. Others were naughty and clever,
Like the feet of a bird jumping happily... As Zhikari counted, he couldn't help but think of a wise saying that Meng Mengda once said: "There is nothing new under the sun."
Being in prison, he was just repeating the experiences of his predecessors, repeating the same joys and sorrows. Thinking about it this way, Zhikari felt more at ease. He also thought that these people were living like years and wanted to count the days before they were released from prison.
To make a mark; or to remember that they are still alive on this day?
Or is this kind of mark just a way of confiding in others so that oneself will not be forgotten?
But if they were not in prison, how many people would mark their daily lives? Or would they mark another kind of invisible mark outside?
Zhi Shou really felt a sense of the vastness and emptiness of life. Although the prison was small, only a corner, it was not an isolated desert. It had imprisoned people from thousands of years ago, people from thousands of years ago, people from a hundred years ago... It
It is more like a small boat floating on the long river of time. It seems to be stationary, but in fact it is drifting endlessly, allowing the boat passengers to come and go, carrying their own marks on it.
Later boat passengers crossed the river of time, and countless notches were juxtaposed together, no longer alone.
Even though the boat passengers passed away, the marks will remain forever.
"Beyond the eight wastelands there is an endless sea. There are the legendary ten continents and three islands on the sea, and there are countless exotic flowers, trees and rare birds..." Mengmengda turned her head and shouted to Zhikari Zhen, holding up a copy of "Mirror Flower Chronicles" in her hand.
He said, "Hey, remember to accompany me to the sea when you have time. I haven't seen a mermaid with my own eyes yet!"
Zhi Shou was slightly startled, then smiled: "Okay."
"Are we leaving this hellish place soon?" Mengmeng complained with a bitter face, "There's no way to take a bath here, and I'm almost covered in fleas!"
Zhikarizhen lowered his head and looked at his palm. A jade-green jade brand slowly emerged, and the conversation he had with Yuzhen's visitor last night came to mind.
"A hero like you is exactly what the Taoist sect needs. If you are willing to join the Yuzhen Society, you only need to refine this jade huang, and we will use our strength to rescue you from the prison. If you are not willing, twelve
After the time has passed, the Jade Huang will be destroyed by itself."
"What can I do for Yuzhenhui?"
"Why don't you let me tell you what the Yuzhen Society can do for you? We can give you rich and endless cultivation resources, and give you adventure quotas in various secret realms, including the most mysterious Earth Dream Road in the legend. We can help
You rose through the ranks in the Taishang Shenxiao Sect, acquired the best Taoist secrets, and even improved Qingfeng's status in the Taishang Shenxiao Sect..."
"I still want to know, what can I do for Yuzhenhui?"
"When you join the Yuzhen Society, you must complete the tasks assigned to you and never allow betrayal."
"What if the mission of Yuzhenhui goes against the interests of Taishang Shenxiao Sect?"
"The Yuzhen Society is the highest core of the Dajin Dao Sect and is responsible for supervising all the major sects in the world. The interests of the Yuzhen Society are the interests of the sects."
Zhikari was silent for a moment, and the Yuhuang brand reintegrated into his palm and disappeared. "We will be able to go out soon." He said to Mengmeng.
On the third day of the Sifang Residence's rescue, the Taoist clan suddenly attacked the royal family.
"Yuan An, a pre-registered disciple of Taishang Shenxiao Sect, bravely competed with the Little Eagle King of the Yu Clan in swordsmanship to promote the prestige of our country and revitalize our human race. However, he was brutally imprisoned and suffered unjust injustice. I hope your Majesty will investigate carefully."<
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The Taoist sect performed three memorials a day, which were launched simultaneously in Zhongshu Province, Shangshu Province, and Yushitai. Officials from the three ministries requested the memorials to King Jinming. At the same time, the Taoist priests from the Chongxuan Department personally took the lead and worked with many disciples from aristocratic families in Jiankang City.
Sixteen places including Zhuque Gate, Dongli Gate, Ximing Gate, Beishi, Leyou Garden, and Waguan Pavilion jointly launched a parade to demand the royal family to release Yuan An immediately.
In one day, the government and the public were in turmoil, and people's protests once again set off a vigorous upsurge.