Chapter 2296 The Art of Rotten Wood!

The problems in the capital may be more serious than they thought.

Zhang Que knew Yingying, but he didn't know Wang Chong, and the previous palace guards also didn't know Wang Chong. Such a thing was simply unimaginable.

Moreover, when Zhang Que mentioned the eagle, he was talking about beyond the Great Wall, but it was clear that everyone was going there because of body poison. Zhang Que knew this clearly.

The current situation is either that Zhang Que united everyone and wanted to take advantage of the prince's wedding to play pranks on his return. However, considering Zhang Que's personality and character, this situation can almost be ruled out, and the second one——

Young Master Qingyang and Li Siye looked at each other, their expressions becoming more solemn than ever before.

"Haha, Zhang Que, do you know me?"

Young Master Qingyang smiled slightly, flicked his sleeves, and suddenly stepped forward and asked.

While speaking, Master Qingyang stared at Zhang Que, fearing to let go of any of his slight movements and reactions.

"Haha, aren't you Mr. Qingyang? We have met several times before, how could we not remember you?"

Zhang Que smiled slightly and said nonchalantly, and his tone of voice when talking to Mr. Qingyang was obviously a bit cordial.

However, the atmosphere in the venue became increasingly weird.

Zhang Que recognized Yingying and recognized him, but he did not recognize Wang Chong. Moreover, like the information about Yingying going beyond the Great Wall, although Zhang Que recognized them, the specific circumstances were obviously different.

Judging from the tone of Zhang Que's words, his relationship with Young Master Qingyang was still casual, but in fact, Young Master Qingyang was an important general around Wang Chong and one of the confidants of the entire palace.

"My lord, the situation is not good. There are big discrepancies in the memories of Zhang Que and the others. The memories of everyone in the entire foreign palace, no, I suspect even the entire capital, have been tampered with."

Young Master Qingyang suddenly used sound transmission to enter the secret and whispered in Wang Chong's ears.

"Um."

Wang Chong nodded imperceptibly.

He had doubted this since he saw the young woman handing out wedding candies at the city gate, let alone the current situation. The only thing Wang Chong didn't understand was who did it and why.

If it was an enemy, why not kill Zhang Que and the others instead of using this method?

"Qingyang, Yingying, Siye, please stay put for the time being. Don't alert the enemy until the investigation is clear."

"Yingying, please stabilize Zhang Que first and enter the mansion. I need more further information."

Wang Chong used his mental power to communicate directly in the minds of the three of them.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The three of them exchanged glances with each other and quickly reached an agreement.

"Zhang Que, do you really not recognize me?"

After arranging everything, Wang Chong smiled slightly, suddenly took a few steps forward, took a deep look at Zhang Que, and said.

"Haha, this brother..."

Zhang Que smiled casually and was about to deny it when he heard a sentence that shocked him:

"Do you still hide that copy of "The Art of War" in the jade pillow and sleep with it every day?"

This short sentence immediately fell like a huge stone, causing huge waves in Zhang Que's heart. Looking at the "brother" brought by his master, Zhang Que looked horrified.

The book "The Art of War" was his most cherished thing. For this purpose, he specially customized a jade pillow, set up a secret compartment inside, hid the book in it, and slept with it behind his head every day.

This matter is extremely private, and even Master has never told it. Why would this "brother" brought by Master from outside know about it?

"Do you still remember who gave you the book "The Art of War"?"

Wang Chong looked at Zhang Que and said again.

"Boom!"

In the dark, it was as if a thunder exploded, and Zhang Que felt that his mind was in chaos. In the lightning flash, countless memory fragments seemed to burst out of his mind like a volcano erupting.

"Who are you--"

Zhang Que suddenly held his head in his hands, staggered, and took a few steps back. His brows were furrowed, with a faint look of pain.

"The Art of War" is what he values ​​most, but why does he value it so much? Obviously he never studied much.

Also, why couldn't he remember who sent such an important thing and where it came from?

At this moment, thousands of thoughts came and appeared in my mind.

"No, who are you..."

"Why do I feel like I've seen you before..."

Zhang Que looked at Wang Chong in front of him, his expression painful and at the same time showing a deep confusion.

Seeing this scene, Wang Chong sighed in his heart. With a flick of his finger, an undetectable force immediately penetrated into Zhang Que's body, helping him calm the pain in his mind.

And all around, Young Master Qingyang and others also had complicated expressions.

Of course they knew how "The Art of War" came about. It was a manuscript handwritten by Wang Chong himself. Although several editions were printed, the original original was given to Zhang Que by Wang Chong. Zhang Que naturally cherished it very much. If it is a treasure.

Although the memory of Wang Chong in Zhang Que's mind was erased, he still instinctively kept the things Wang Chong gave him.

——No matter who is controlling everything, it is obvious that he cannot be perfect and foolproof.

"Eagle, let's say goodbye here!"

Wang Chong and Yingying exchanged colors, leaving a few people behind and left quickly.

Not long after a few people left, Wang Chong suddenly jumped into the air. A dark golden ring of time and space flashed past, and Wang Chong instantly appeared in the sky.

Looking down from the sky, the huge capital is only as big as a millstone.

Wang Chong closed his eyes slightly, and a huge amount of spiritual power spread out, and at the same time communicated with the Xiangliu Formation underground in the capital.

Before setting off, he had already handed over the control of this protective formation left by the Holy Emperor to the Third Divine Embryo. Wang Chong could take over again at any time as long as his body was willing.

Buzz!

After just a moment, Wang Chong opened his eyes with a heavy expression.

When he first arrived in the capital, he felt that something was wrong with the formation left by the Holy Emperor. However, what Wang Chong did not expect was that the real situation was more serious than he imagined.

The Xiangliu Formation, which was originally turbulent and majestic, and contained the huge power of the Holy Emperor, was now dead silent. More importantly, Wang Chong found that he had completely lost contact with the formation, let alone the ability to control it. .

This was not because Wang Chong was deprived of control, but that the entire formation fell into silence, as if it had been sealed.

Not only that, the core and source of power of the Xiangliu Formation is the Three Emperors' Array deep in the palace. As long as the Three Emperors' Array is there, the Xiangliu Formation will continue to operate. But now, in Wang Chong's feeling , even the connection between the Xiangliu Formation and the Three Emperors Formation was cut off, as if there was an invisible barrier between the two.

Wang Chong narrowed his eyes slightly, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

"God?"

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Chong looked down and murmured those two words.

What is happening now is absolutely not normal. Looking at the world, the only one who can do all this is Tian.

——Even if Tai Su and others, Wang Chong never thinks that they have this ability.

But despite this, Wang Chong's heart did not feel relaxed at all, but instead became increasingly heavy.

Tian is just a name, a code name. From ancient times to the present, there are no detailed records about him. Even the Holy Emperor only knows this name and knows nothing about the others.

Not only that, even the twelve powerful men of the Taizi generation seemed a little unclear about the origin of Tian.

——Tian was born much earlier than the twelve Taizi generation experts, and the two sides are not from the same era at all.

Tian's appearance and Tian's abilities have never been mentioned even in Taiyuan's memory.

Not only that, but before going to Shendu, that nightmare that was unbearable to recall, although at that time it was assumed that it was Tian, ​​and he could vaguely see a vague figure, in fact, Wang Chong had never seen his face at all.

This is an invisible enemy!

"His!"

Wang Chong took a long breath and quickly came to his senses.

He did not try to repair the Xiangliu Formation, or try to remove the obstacles within it. On the contrary, in the blink of an eye, buzz, along with a ripple-like fluctuation, all the aura emanating from Wang Chong's body converged deep into the depths, without any A little leak.

At first glance, Wang Chong seemed to be absent at this time, just like the floating clouds in the sky, so natural that his existence could not be felt at all.

"That's almost it. We have to find a way to find the culprit of all this."

Wang Chong blinked, and a thought flashed through his mind.

Young Master Qingyang and the others are right. The only advantage everyone has now is that there are millions of people in the capital of the Tang Dynasty and there are so many masters that "Heaven" may not be able to sense their existence for the time being.

The ability that Wang Chong is currently using is Taiyuan's "Deadwood Technique". As the name suggests, the aura of the whole body is condensed to the extreme, giving people the feeling of a piece of rotten wood in the mud.

This kind of technique, if faced with the true nature of "Heaven", can only be laughed at and deceived oneself and others, but if it is just a clone of "Heaven", everything will be completely different.

"call!"

A ray of breeze blew by, and Wang Chong disappeared into the void instantly like a ghost, as if he had never existed.

…

Southwest of the capital, the Wang family's residence.

Wang Chong was granted the title of King of Foreign Land, and he was a highly regarded official. The royal family specially built the "Foreign Palace" for him. However, speaking of it, the mansion where the Queen Mother and the little sister of the Wang family now live is the foundation of Wang Chong, the origin and heritage of everything. It is also much deeper than Wang Chong’s foreign palace.

At this time, the Wang family's mansion was brightly lit, and the corridors and pavilions were filled with maids and servants holding lanterns, smiling like flowers, and full of joy.

Under the eaves, on both sides of the gate, on the treetops, on the rockery rocks... there were colorful lanterns hanging everywhere, illuminating the Wang family brightly and making it festive.

The wedding of the Wang family and the Xu family attracted worldwide attention. Many places in the Wang family's mansion were decorated, and everyone in the Wang family was very happy.

"Buzz!"

In the corridor on the west side of the Wang family's residence, a figure in gray robes stood tall. Although he was wearing servant's clothes, his eyes that were as bright as the stars showed that everything was not as it seemed. It looks so simple.