Chapter 21 Chapter Twenty-One

That Yin Zhongkui stood beside Yao Ji, guarding her silently, without saying a word, while Yao Ji cried for a while, seeming to be choking a bit, that Yin Zhongkui hurried forward to bring her a cup of tea, I saw it clearly at the time, his fingers were very slender and slender, like the fingers of an ordinary scholar, the cup turned out to be a silver cup with lotus patterns, last time in Donggui Tower, I saw Shen Changzong used this cup to test poison, and then carefully The land is inherited by the Holy Majesty, I heard Jinxiu mentioned that this is a special thing for the Holy Majesty, and even Jinxiu can't get it, so I can't help but wonder in my heart, could it be that Yin Zhongkui of the Sima family can surpass it at all?

Yao Ji took off the mask, put it on the table bitterly, picked up the silver cup and drank it, but saw a peerless and beautiful face, oval face, willow eyebrows, very bright, but unfortunately there was a faint scar from her mouth. From the forehead to the left eyebrow, I remember seeing the long scar on Sima Yun's face. Although it is not as long and deep as his, but for a beautiful woman, I can imagine how painful it is. I sighed in my heart, a good person, is it to forcibly distort the aesthetics in order to stay here? No wonder Sima Yun wanted me to help the Sima tribe unravel their fate. I looked in Sima Yun's direction, but saw his mask was facing me.

"Okay," Yin Zhongkui sighed, "Ayao, take a break first, and I'll come see you later." Yin Zhongkui turned around and just left, that Yao Ji suddenly ran over, hugged him tightly from behind, and said with tears: "Don't go, you can't go, I... won't let you go." Sure enough, women are generally duplicity things, eh? !Which poet said this? Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Lan Sheng was looking at me with a playful look, and I was taken aback. Could it be that I often do this too? ! While I was thinking wildly, Yin Zhongkui softened first, turned around slowly, hugged Yao Ji back, and said in distress: "I won't leave, A Yao, I'm most afraid of seeing you feel uncomfortable."

Yao Ji gently took off the mask of the silver-faced man. The man had a slightly old but handsome face without scars, but I instinctively lowered my head, covered my mouth in fright, and trembled with my hands. Lan Sheng's peach-blossom eyes flashed with a gleam, and the corner of his mouth curled up to look at me mockingly, as if he was waiting for this kind of reaction from me. I recognize this face, but why is he here? This person doesn't have a beard. When I met with Yuan Feiyan at noon tomorrow, I saw him just trimmed a new-style beard, and he laughed and praised Shen Changzong's skillful craftsmanship. When the men of the Yuan Clan came back triumphantly, they all asked Shen Changzong to trim them up, so as to show their true qualities as handsome men of the royal family. It happened that Shen Changzong was originally a shaving craftsman, and he started practicing martial arts and changed his profession when he was young. He laughed and said that Shen Changzong's learning martial arts was a waste of such a good skill, but he, the master, buried a talent so badly.

A person can have two identities, and an excellent actor can even play a completely different person, but it is impossible to change the eyes of a person who is thinking about talking and looking at the one he loves. Now he is not wearing the dragon robe brocade crown of the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, no longer looking at the world in the hall, looking down upon the heroes, but looking at Yao Ji affectionately and exclusively. I have never seen him have such a kind and serious look. expression. I slowly raised my head, intending to take another look, but I stretched out my head slightly, the silver light flashed, and I saw Yin Zhongkui eye to eye with me...

You are indeed a man of great wisdom, but you are not very smart. This was a long time ago when Song Minglei was still like an older brother, he would often scrape my nose with a smile and criticize me like this when there was no one around. Hey!But I was not ashamed to tell him at that time, I thought it was a bad sentence, so I just reversed the two sentences with a smile, and returned it to him as a comment on him, but he was not angry, but worked hard Touched my head, then laughed self-deprecatingly. At that time, although I was annoyed that he always messed up my chicken coop hair that I had managed to straighten, I really liked to see him smile, because he was such a strict and restrained person at that time, and it was rare to be able to laugh like this Laughing loudly, and no matter how hard to guess his thoughts, after all, he is also a rare handsome man, anyway, everyone loves to see the smile of a handsome man.

At this moment, I suddenly had a clever idea that I never dared to think about. The birthday of the twins, the Dragon Lord for nine days!Could it be that there are really two real dragons who came into the world at the same time in this world, so the world will be settled? Everyone who knows the 32-character mantra of the four great families in ancient times is guessing the last sentence: The birthday of the twins, the nine days of the dragon master! Everyone stared their eyes like night owls, and then put the magnifying glass on the bridge of their noses to see who was the twin who could become the son of heaven in the end.

Could it be that everyone is thinking about it? In fact, the so-called twins were born a long time ago. A powerful family like the Yuan family not only gave birth to a hero who doesn't respect the worldly ethics, but also has the best resourcefulness and mind in the world. Qingjiang also gave birth to another equally unpredictable wise man Yuan Qingshan lurking in the dark palace. The two I saw last time, the one with the golden mask was Yuan Qingjiang. No matter what the reason is, one is the king of the upper realm who is overturning the clouds and rain, and the other is the king of the underground who is secretly leading the Sima family?The two, one bright and one dark, cooperated seamlessly.

Moreover, the names of Qingshan and Qingjiang are just called Jiangshan together, and they intend to win the world. The two names of Jin Yanluo and Yin Zhongkui also show their dominant position in the dark palace. It can be seen that the late Shengzu is not as benevolent as Yuan Qingwu described at the beginning good. With such a match made in heaven, who else would be their opponent? Lan Sheng made a gesture to Xiao Zhong, and Xiao Zhong lay quietly in the bushes, motionless, just looking at us very nervously. Lan Sheng and I knew in our hearts that our martial arts could not even deal with Yin Zhongkui, let alone Yao Ji and Sima Yun in the dark.

My head was buzzing, and I finally calmed down. I instinctively turned a thought, pulled Lan Sheng to bow his head on the ground respectfully, and said: "Mujin has met the Holy One, long live, long live, long live." Lan Sheng quickly came back to his senses, looked at me, his peach blossom pupils flashed with resistance, but in the end, like me, he knelt down slowly on the ground without saying a word, he held my hand tightly and kept With a posture that can pull me to run at any time, my eyes are full of storms, and my sweat gradually flows down my forehead into the dust. Yin Zhongkui stood quietly beside us, with that charming face, countless women all over the world yearned for Long Yan, a symbol of power and glory, looking down on us majestically from above, as if deep in thought.

He smiled at me slightly, his phoenix eyes were clear: "Wangfei grew up in the Yuan Mansion, she should understand that she will live longer in Yuan's house, and it is better not to know some secrets, even though maybe one day you will know." My heart skipped a beat, what does this mean?Yuan Qingjiang always only called me by my name when the members of the royal family gathered. Regardless of whether he was Yuan Qingjiang or not, he had already guessed that I had learned the truth, but he did not clearly state all of this, as if deliberately blurring his relationship with Yuan Qingjiang Boundary, so that I fell into a deep self-delusion, I think he succeeded, my head is a little dizzy, and my legs are a little weak. However, Yao Ji came lightly, her red figure was like a ghost, her beautiful face was as cold as ice, she walked slowly to Yin Zhongkui's side, her beautiful pupils shrank to look at Lan Sheng, as if she was looking at a ghost. Yao Ji pulled Lan Sheng closer, and said bitterly: "I understand, you are A-Lian's biological son, so you look like him so much? Tell me quickly, that bitch Yuan Qingwu is your mother? Who took it? Did you come to Baicao Garden? A-Lian told you before." After speaking, there was a strong cry in her tone. Yin Zhongkui put his hands lightly on her shoulders, and comforted her softly, "Ah Yao, don't be afraid, he should have nothing to do with Sima Lian. You can see that his eyes are red and swollen, and his eye bags are blue. He is probably a living dead." Everyone was listening intently, but Yin Zhongkui suddenly made a move like lightning, and hit Lan Sheng's big acupoints all over his body, opened Lan Sheng's eyelids for a closer look, and then touched his whole body with his hands like a swimming dragon. Stretching his muscles, he let out a strange moan: "Ordinary dolls can only live for ten days at most, how can you live so long? Why are your tendons and bone layout different from ordinary people." "Could it be the legendary soul-suppressing method?" Yin Zhongkui hummed to express his understanding: "Yes, this girl Feng Qing has liked to read those anecdotal books since she was a child? She dares to try this kind of ghost method." Yin Zhongkui poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and smiled slightly, just like Yuan Qingjiang's self-confidence when he was pointing the country, my head was dizzy again, hey, don't I think too much? "Your soul has already entered the Naihe Bridge, why do you want to come back again? Will the Nether Sect refuse to let go even until death?" Yin Zhongkui sighed: "It really is the most evil ghost in the world." Lan Sheng yelled at him loudly, "Shut up, you Yuan are the evil ghosts of incest and greed, a bunch of poor people." He wanted to break through the acupoints and fight desperately at Yin Zhongkui, but the latter flashed gracefully and made a false move. Lan Sheng's acupoints were tapped again. Yin Zhongkui smiled faintly: "It seems that you know a lot, son, I I'm getting more and more curious, who are you from the Nether Sect?" He touched Lan Sheng's neck, his seemingly gentle eyes suddenly revealed a hint of viciousness, and pulled out a half-meter-long silver nail as quickly as lightning, which was covered with black blood. Lan Sheng let out a low growl in pain , fell straight on the ground, tilted his head, and looked at me with painful peach eyes, full of unwillingness and a trace of sadness.He twitched wildly, like a robot with disordered programming. Yin Zhongkui was slightly surprised: "It is rumored in ancient times that in order to extend the life of the remnant spouse, it is necessary to use the three-flavored yin fire to fire the soul-suppressing nail, which is designed to nail the dead soul and gather its essence. Renfuze, poor Fengqing...are we really driving you crazy?" "You were supposed to be a person with high martial arts skills during your lifetime. You were a prodigy in martial arts since you were young. You must have been a first-class expert in the Nether Sect. But when you were dying, you were severely injured and your bones were broken. Your lord used the white youzi to heal your injured bones, but your injury was too severe, so the master had to extract the remaining bones of your body that could not be put together, so as not to rot in the body, so your body Your figure is much thinner than before, so you had no choice but to pretend to be a young man, your face must have been ruined, and the expert made this flawless handsome appearance for you by the way, making your puppet perfect, but I just asked a question, even if you are struggling to survive, if the mind of ordinary people is not firm enough, you will often die of terror first, so that expert instilled some memories that have nothing to do with your previous life, so that you will be deceived even if you are not an opponent In the past, thinking that you were another person allowed you to slowly survive and adapt to the new life." "Son," Yin Zhongkui's tone became a little more serious, but his eyes were full of pity: "Do you think that your god religion really has such kind intentions just to save your life?" "Feng Qing took great pains to make you a face that resembled Sima Lian's when he was young, so that you could infiltrate the Yuan family for the Nether Sect, make a final blow, and use your appearance to stir up the storm in the dark palace again, but this This method of suppressing the soul, preventing the dead from resting in peace, and mourning the living, violates the way of heaven. It is the most insidious method, but you have not really lived, and you are not even considered a complete doll. It’s nothing more than a year, if you don’t take the antidote, you are still a poor person who suffers from the heart-piercing pain on the day of the full moon, and You Ming has spent all this effort to be a wretched spouse, you must have some strange things Let's live." I finally understood the reason why Sima Yun said Lan Sheng was a puppet. Poor Lan Sheng thought he was a master of the Nether Sect who sneaked into Ziyuan before, so he knew the story between me and Ziyuan like the palm of his hand, and then suffered a great misfortune. Obviously dead, but even after death will be used by the Nether Sect, turned into the current state, I couldn't bear it for a moment, fell to my knees: "Please be merciful, my lord, let a dying person go." Yin Zhongkui looked at me, and his phoenix eyes were already icy cold: "Princess Jin, if you really want to let this child go, let me set him free, go to the road to Huangquan where he should go, and no longer suffer from that dead soul." suffering." He let out a long sigh, flicked his fingers slightly, and Lan Sheng was swept towards Zichuan like a pile of torn cotton wool. I yelled, as if something was torn apart in my heart, that smiling face as light as water flashed in my mind In a blink of an eye, just as she was about to take a step, Yao Ji had already made a quick move. She shook her left hand, and the whip around her waist, which stretched out her perfect figure, flew around Lan Sheng like a poisonous snake and pulled him back. She stared at Lan Sheng's face with obsessive eyes. "Ayao," Yin Zhongkui flew to her side with a sullen face, "He's not Sima Lian, but he looks alike. He just wants to stir up old grievances and make us uncomfortable." "No," Yao Ji turned her head, looked at him blankly, and suddenly smiled obsessively: "Qingshan, it's Alian who is back, and he wants to take us out of this dark palace together." She picked me up, grabbed Lan Sheng and left.I heard the whistling sound in my ear, and Xiaozhong's whimpering sound came from afar. This Yao Ji is the same as Feibai, she makes Wugang whip, and each section is made of whale bones, what's more coincidentally, like Feibai, her left hand trembles slightly, and the whipbone is tightly wrapped around it. I don’t know how long it took, but we stopped by the Zichuan. Yao Ji took me and Lan Sheng together, walked gracefully on the Zichuan, and those golden dragons kept swimming under us. Running around, Yao Ji couldn't do anything, so she had to raise her head and growl at us. When I was almost dizzy, Yao Ji took us to a place that looked like a small island. I shook my head vigorously and recognized it. There are two hot springs, one is cold and the other is hot. The lowest temperature of the cold one is definitely lower than minus ten degrees Celsius, while the temperature of the warm one can sometimes reach the boiling point when it is high. This is the place that Yuan and Sima call it a holy spring. Back then, I was forced to soak in the cold pool of Guantian first. When I was so cold that my teeth were fighting and I rolled my eyes, I was thrown into the hot pool filled with rare and famous medicine. He breathed a sigh of relief. The temperature of this pool is low, which can keep Lan Sheng's body functions temporarily stable. Then I thought with horror, what would Lan Sheng be like without that soul-suppressing nail? That Yao Ji touched the mechanism again, took me to the inner room, threw me on the ground, and suddenly felt a light in front of her eyes, she saw an exquisite women's room, with warm and soft colors, which was completely opposite to the damp and cold hot spring cave outside .