Chapter 372： Know me sin

Pei Ziyun said that he fled. In fact, the breeze was around, and a few feet, he jumped for a few meters, fluttering.

At this time, the night was deep, not far from the bush irrigation or the field canal, and there were only occasional autumn insects, which sounded more lonely. Feeling the power injected from the outside increased a little, a little bit of ground fairy power was condensing, and Pei Ziyun was long. Exhaled.

At this moment, when the communication symbol was on, Pei Ziyun hesitated slightly and opened it.

"Head!" A Taoist who appeared at the opposite side of Songyun Gate, middle-aged, with a little wrinkle, bowed respectfully and said, "The news of Zhong Qinbo has come."

"Stop it!"

"Yes, head, after our investigation, Zhong Qinbo was directly locked into Beijing by the housekeeper. Now in Qingning County, there are not many relatives."

"I see." Pei Ziyun closed the amulet, and was a little full, only to feel that his body was floating slightly, and headed towards the night, sighing suddenly: "The magic of the earth fairy, incredible."

As long as you move, there will be a gust of wind. Although it is a breeze, it can be blown on your body. People are just pushing and walking. Although it is not a flight, it can really be three hundred miles a night.

"Although the task can be extracted now, I feel that it is better to wait for a few days for the gas turbine to stabilize."

"Qingning County is five hundred miles from here. I will catch up and I will catch up within three days."

"Why wait for the emperor to deal with Zhong Qinbo's affairs?" Thinking of this, Pei Ziyun showed a sneer and dived into the deeper night.

Hongqiao Zhen

The sky was full of dark clouds, and it was getting denser. The pattering rain fell, carrying some coolness, and walking alone. When the rain fell, before it was close to the body, it bounced off.

The man ran to the pavilion, and suddenly felt a pain, a snoring sound, a blood spurt, covering his chest at the moment, a moaning sound, his face turned pale, the rain immediately rushed into his clothes, and became wet.

As soon as he was hesitant, he entered the pavilion and sat down, but when the rain fell, the night was dark, and the wind and rain were loud. The person did n’t watch, but just waited, and saw a little light, Appeared on the ground, fluttering at myself.

The man immediately sensed, felt something, reached out and touched his hair, and saw a few more strands of white hair, which suddenly changed color.

"Pei Ziyun is only ten major consummates. Although he pierced the threshold of Dixian, he is not really immortal. He even killed my clone."

This man was obviously a fairy, and he hated and said, a kind of tiredness came out of his heart, and he put a hand on his forehead, and there was a wrinkle on the delicate face.

"Abominable!" Dixian's body stretched out his hand, the wrinkles on his forehead gradually disappeared, and it became smooth again. With another swipe, the white hair turned black.

Although he looked young, Dixian didn't have the slightest joy. At this moment, the wind and rain hit the face, and he felt chill and looked at the sky without saying a word.

With the achievements of Dixian, the human body maintains youth until it is rapidly aging at the end of life. It can be said that, for Dixian, once aging, it will be near death.

The loss of Yin Shen also burdened him greatly, and it was only after he hurt the root.

Dixian felt it with her eyes closed and sighed deeply for a long time: "There are only thirty years of life left, and this blow killed at least five years of my life."

Taking a few steps inside the kiosk, gritting his teeth, revealing: "I'm an immortal, is there a day of death?"

"Songyunmen Blessed Land, it is impossible to become a fairy. Where does his mountain range come from, a newly discovered one?"

"What's the secret of Pei Ziyun, can you break me out of aging?"

Dixian had a somber face and thought for a long time, then plunged into the rain and came to the battlefield.

The battlefield was still a mess, the corpse was everywhere, but there was no moaning-the captives were all killed.

When praying to Xuanmen Taoists, they all saluted: "See Zhenjun."

"Zhengjun, Pei Ziyun is too dangerous." An elder said, after the salute, Dixian looked somber and waved his sleeves: "I see."

Yu Kan looked wrong, and he stepped forward and said, "Zhenjun, now Xie Chengdong is dead. How can we face King Lu, and how do we deal with it?"

After hearing what Yu Kan said, Di Xiansi moved a few steps, and after a long period of determination, he said coldly, "The King of Lu is the source of evil worship, and cannot be contaminated. When Xie Chengdong died, he immediately ordered us in Lu All the disciples of the Wang camp withdrew, completely cutting off the line, and all the disciples that were recalled were examined. There were evil polluters, or they were imprisoned or killed. "

Yu Kan listened to Dixian's explicit command, his face was amused, and he nodded: "Yes, Zhenjun."

Turning around and leaving, Dixiantu had a new idea and shouted, "Slow!"

Yu Kan stopped, seeing the immortal with a somber face, one word at a time: "Pei Ziyun and the court may not be in the same heart, or they would not have given me the Taoist tacit understanding."

"Anyway, we killed Xie Chengdong and cut off support for King Lu. Outsiders didn't know there was evil Chong and thought we were standing in line."

"If you have this, you can contact the imperial court to see what the imperial court says. When necessary, we can hand in the news of King Lu."

"The situation is now greatly changed. We can cooperate with the court. I think there are many people who want to kill Pei Ziyun soon."

Speaking of this, Dixian was a little bit embarrassed: "I lived more than two hundred years old. I thought that the former dynasty was the most prosperous world of cooking oil and flowers."

"When you are a Taoist, you are indifferent. Many Taoists also have the idea of ​​homeland. In order to serve the purpose, it is just blood, and there is almost no end to it."

"There is too much blood and too many examples. I can assert today that the heart of the court cannot tolerate Taoists, let alone Taoists with great achievements."

"Why, in fact, it's very simple, that is, Taoists already have strength. If they have temple status again, who will rule in this world for several generations?"

"Even if you are loyal and devoted to death, you have no selfishness at all, but you are a Taoist. If you want to make the world and the emperors of the future think that Taoists are also available, you will open the way for the Taoists of later generations.

"Strength and authority, endangering the community, not killing you?"

"So not only to kill, but also to obliterate history, to make it obscure and not to imitate future generations."

"Now, this Taoist person is Pei Ziyun. Based on this, I expect that the court will accept us and cooperate sincerely and unitedly in killing Pei Ziyun."

Dixian's eyes flashed with gleam, and there was a cold smile at the corner of his mouth: "I tell you the truth, there is no credible word between the court and my generation!"

Listening to Dixian, Yu Kan had a meal and had to admire secretly.

Department of Records

Under the sun, but not far from the door is a large locust tree, a cool sprinkle, which is nothing more, there are strange flowers and grasses inside, and it feels cool.

Some Dao Tongs are practicing in front of a pool. A spirit turtle stands in the pool, looks up at the sky, and simmers in the sunlight.

Feng Min was reviewing the case file at this time, stopped the pen in his hand suddenly, and stood up anxiously.

"The news of Zhang Ling's last obituary made me uneasy. What happened?" Feng Min looked at the window with a somber face. The sun outside was bright, but he couldn't calm his anxiety.

"Speaking of adults, it's not good, it's not good." There was a voice outside just listening to the door, hurriedly.

"Can something be wrong?" Feng Min looked at the incoming Taoist and asked loudly as his face changed.

"Yes, sir, you see, Zhang Ling Communication just sent a Taoist official to be scrutinized by Pei Ziyun, but he was betrayed and prayed for the siege of Xuanmen. Now it is almost destroyed, and only a few people have escaped."

"What?" Feng Min listened, and his face changed greatly. The tea cups on the table were knocked to the ground, and he made a crisp sound. He didn't even care about the tea cups. He looked at him and asked: "The Taoist sent out was almost completely destroyed. What about Xie Chengdong and Dixian? Are they dead? "

The Taoist official quickly said, "Tell me, they were also dead, Xie Chengdong was killed, and Dixian incarnation was also killed."

With that said, hand in the case file.

"Call" Feng Min looked, his eyes could not see clearly, and he raised his head for a moment of silence and asked: "Now is Pei Ziyun? Can we be with the rest of our Taoist officials?"

"Master, no, since the First World War, Pei Ziyun has disappeared. The people we supervised only saw Pei Ziyun rush into the night, and never found it again. The original Taoism did not go back."

"Master, what is the matter now?" After a moment of silence, the Taoist official swallowed timidly and looked at Feng Min and asked.

Feng Min's muscles twitched a little, and he held his face for a moment, and said coldly, "This is no longer something we can handle at will, and report it to the court."

"Yes, sir."

Yixian · Yizhan

The rain fell, and the soldiers were wearing patrol patrols. In the compartment, the lights were on, but Zhong Qinbo was included.

Although Zhong Qinbo obtained the lock in Beijing, it was actually treated well. This is a small and elegant room. A wooden couch occupies half of the room. There is also a bookshelf with some books on it. There is tiled paper on the wooden case. Pen, lighting a lamp, Zhong Qinbo looked a little melancholic ~ www.novelhall.com ~ At this time he looked up slightly, seeming to think.

It took a long time before I sighed, "Why did I fail? How could I fail?"

Zhong Qinbo got up and pushed the window open. The rain cracked and fell, hitting the slate: "It was taken for granted that my soldier was defeated."

"It is only necessary for the court to enable Pei Ziyun."

"I don't think Pei Ziyun is a good general. I followed the emperor's south to the north to discuss and saw many people, and this person is really the best military strategist in the world. This person led the army, King Lu or Ping."

"But Pei Ziyun is a Taoist. He has unpredictable magical powers and has authority. Who can control it?"

"Not to mention, once the Fengjue Reward was opened, and the example of participating in the center, Taoists came to power one after another, wasn't that the disaster of the Yu Dynasty?"

"That almost destroyed the imperial court's vitality permanently, and caused Taoists to steal artifacts. You must know that Taoists have power. Once they steal the artifacts, they will be Dao Chao generations."

"How much cost was sacrificed at that time, and several dragons and blessed land almost sank, and how many gods fell, and it was solved."

"No, I am indeed guilty, but if you want Pei Ziyun to become a general, you also need to wear guilt, supervise Pei Ziyun, and make preparations."

"Pei Ziyun may have a moment's work, but killing Pei Ziyun is a great achievement."

Thinking about it this way, Zhong Qinbo returned to the table, took a pen and ink, and wrote a memorial with a pen. The pen was like a dragon and a snake, cleared out a little.

After writing, I took a look at the book, blew it, and sighed, "The world thinks that I have a feud with Pei Ziyun, but the emperor knows my heart, so that I can betray the name of the traitor who framed Zhongliang and killed the hero. I sin against me.

It was just that Zhong Qinbo's voice had just fallen, and applause burst into the room.

The voice was a bit inexplicable, and Ju Neng broke through the patrol. Zhong Qinbo was startled, took off the sword on the wall, and drank coldly, "Who?"