Qingge raised his eyebrows and looked at Duan Yun sideways.
Zhang craftsman Zhang Yu studied under the Lingxu craftsman of Zhong Linshan.
Thirty years ago, King Zhong Lin did not even show up, took the team and won the top spot, one of them was Zhang Yu's army.
In this way, Lingxu Craftsman has a high status in Zhonglinshan, and his disciples must not be able to kill them.
But Qingge didn't know what purpose this person had, and wanted to kill hundreds of thousands of Qingyue's disciples.
These houses have ulterior motives, great structural problems, hidden murderous intentions, and are not easy to detect.
If Qingge had not had the keen sense of perception, smelled the faint smell between the cracks of the walls, and focused on observing the weight and materials of the four walls, otherwise this problem would have not been discovered.
Lingxu Craftsman...
Qingge murmured the name in his heart, and the calm lake water rippled a little, dispersing circle by circle along the wind.
On that side, Lin Boshan was still studying the structure of the house. Perhaps the structure was rigorous, and the dangers had been hidden and no problems were found for a while.
Qingge waited patiently and looked at Zhang Yu quietly.
Zhang Yu stood at thirty, but when he was crowned, he had a wife. Unfortunately, after getting married, he found out that Zhang Zhiren did not raise his wife, and his wife ran away with him. In a grief and anger, Zhang Yu became a casual cultivator and was later picked up by the passing Lingxu craftsman. Go.
Zhang Yu stood up uneasy, nervous and frightened, and occasionally looked at Qingge.
He is not a timid person, but he feels a sense of suffocation and oppression in front of this little queen that he has never felt before.
Seeing the passage of time slowly, Zhang Yu gritted his teeth and quietly pinched a blood spirit pigeon the size of a thumb in Yu Xiu's robe.
The blood spirit pigeon is as crystal clear as jade, and after it breaks into smoke. A wisp of flowing rouge gradually fades, disappearing invisible and invisible, colorless and tasteless in the wind.
Zhang Yu's ears were filled with his master's warning: Yu'er remember that if you encounter danger, be sure to break this blood pigeon. As a teacher, you can keep you safe.
Zhang Yu closed his eyes and suppressed all his fears, hoping that Master would come sooner.
"Emperor Dong!" Lin Boshan, a craftsman who checked the structure of the house, returned, came to Qingge and knelt on one knee, arching his hands high.
"Tell me, what's the situation?" Qingge asked. "Reported to the Eastern Emperor, the structures of these houses are the same rigorous. At first glance, they were cast by the master. However, the structure has a slight deviation, and the four-stand-standing walls are adopted The materials are all light goose fish stones, but the top of the cemetery is Baichen Chongyan. This kind of structure makes a house with only three months of life. There are untempered thunder-induced rods in Baichen Chongyan. Rainy days can cause thunder and lightning. If the mountain wind arrives, the four walls will fall down, and the zenith will fall and kill people. Even if you are not killed, you will encounter them.
The thunder formation falling in the gap in the sky attracted lightning to hit people." Lin Boshan said slowly: "And there are blood demon pollen hidden in the gaps between the four walls, which can cause people to be psychedelic and violent. On a thunderstorm night, they will surely slaughter each other. If water fills the earth, the thundering array that has not been tempered and has been severely hit by lightning, the rainwater
When the blood demon pollen is touched, it will also be cut open when it encounters the humid air. In this way, all the evidence will disappear, leaving only the Qingyue disciple who is killing each other."
"At that time, people will criticize the Eastern Emperor, believing that the Qingyue is ominous and the Eastern Emperor is ominous. Otherwise, why would the disciples who are good at the Divine Realm become crazy in the Qingyue?" The person who spoke at this moment took one step forward The wind of Qingyang.
Then, Qingyue Academy was silent, and everyone was dull, as if they were still digesting what Lin Boshan said.
Qingge looked at Lin Boshan a few more times. She only thought Lin Boshan could give a rough result, but she didn't expect that this guy had speculated from beginning to end, and he was always inseparable.
It turned out to be Blood Demon Pollen...
No wonder she could smell the scent hidden in the gap.
But she didn't expect that there was a thunderbolt on the zenith, and this situation was even more terrifying than she thought.
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, I was afraid that the consequences would be unimaginable.
By then, 100,000 Qingyue disciples were killed here, and the Eastern Emperor would be the biggest sinner. He really responded to the empty language of Tianji Tower, and the Eastern Emperor would be the witch girl.
Qingge looked at Zhang Yu with a smile: "Zhang Zhiren, what else do you have to say?" Even though the plan was pierced, Zhang Yu pretended to be calm, his face did not change, straightened his waist, and pressed his fists against his lips.
After coughing dryly, he said, "I don't know what Lin Zhiren is talking about, what is the thunder-induced needle, what is the blood demon pollen. I am only responsible for building this house, not to mention that there are always gaps in the walls standing on all sides, and everyone has it.
Maybe put the blood demon pollen in it, why do you determine it is me? Who is Zhang Yu, and why should I do such a despicable thing as a disciple of Zhong Linshan Lingxu?
You are still young and don’t know that the world is dangerous. I am framed by someone. You can’t kill a good person by mistake.”
Click—
The blade rubs and cremation splashes.
The Ming King's sword was unsheathed, and the empress's figure suddenly moved, and the blade was pressed against Zhang Yu's neck. She noticed the coldness of the skin on her neck. Zhang Yu didn't dare to say another word.
"Diet to the point of death, do you still have to quibble?" Qingge tugged his red lips and sneered coldly.
"Senior Sister! Kill him! Kill this vicious snake and scorpion!" a disciple shouted angrily.
"Junior Brother He said very well. If it weren't for the wise actions of the senior sister today, everyone would have been hidden in the dark. In the future, the 100,000 disciples of Qingyue died. This is a villain who is unforgivable. This crime should indeed be killed!"
"Senior Sister, we ask Senior Sister to kill this disaster and give Qingyue disciple a peace."
“…”
Zhang Yu's face turned pale, but he didn't dare to say anything more.
Suddenly, Zhang Yu felt something, and a red light suddenly appeared in the depths of his eyes, as if a blood dove flew past. Zhang Yu's cheeks showed a twisted grin, looking at the thousands of Qingyue disciples kneeling on the ground, and said in a deep voice:
"I am a Lingxu disciple, and I am from Zhong Linshan. I give your senior sister the courage to kill me. Do you Dongzhou have the courage to go against me Zhong Linshan? Isn't it because I overestimate my ability to hit a stone with an egg? The empress has indeed achieved success in achieving success.
But people are not qualified to be on par with Zhong Linshan. If I die today, the people of Zhong Linshan will destroy Rudongzhou in the future. And who can escape by you Qingyue disciples
Walk?"
At the end of the conversation, Zhang Yu let out a harsh and hoarse laugh.
The singer's wrist turned slightly, deepening his strength, and the blade deepened a little further forward.
prick.
A hole was cracked from the sharp blade, and the skin was so fragile, drop by drop of blood was condensed on the body of Mingwang Dao.
Zhang Yu stopped laughing and looked at the cold empress in front of him in fear.
"You can't even be a dog from Zhong Linshan. What's the point? Is it worth mentioning 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.
Only deep fear is left.
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