Chapter 205 Killing with a Sword

Concubine Hu Gui has been in Yunmeng Mountain for many years, even if Luo Huainan and many people support Jing Xin, there should be many people who support her,

She narrowed her eyes and said, "It's too easy to be discovered afterwards, too dangerous."

Lu Qing said: "The whereabouts we want are very simple, first of all, he is not in Yunmeng Mountain, and secondly, it is not an emergency."

Concubine Hu Gui was slightly taken aback, thinking that this is really much simpler.

If these two conditions are met at the same time, Luo Huainan's whereabouts can be known in the first place.

She stared into Zhao Layue's eyes and asked, "Don't you suspect that I am the mastermind behind the assassination of you?"

"Because you gave a sum of gold and silver to Shi Fengchen's adopted son?"

Zhao Layue said blankly: "Although you are an idiot for doing this, I am not an idiot."

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Suddenly, a very faint golden light appeared in the night.

Zhao Layue and Gu Qing stopped.

"It seems that the peak master's injury has healed."

The black cloak wrapped tightly around the person's body made him look even chunkier.

The lamps in front of the temple illuminated his face.

The royal family enshrines Jinming City.

Gu Qing was very nervous, his lips were a little dry.

Zhao Layue did not speak.

Jin Mingcheng took out a sword from under the cloak, handed it to her, and said, "The sword is named Chuzi."

Zhao Layue said: "I have a sword."

Jin Mingcheng said: "Didn't Fursi sword be lost in the snow field?"

Zhao Layue said, "I still have my own."

Jin Mingcheng said: "That sword is ordinary and recognizable, unlike the Chuzi sword, which has been hidden in the palace for hundreds of years, and no one has remembered it for a long time."

Lu Qing thought vigilantly, could this be killing someone with a sword?

"If Your Majesty wants to kill someone, do you still need someone else's hand?" Zhao Layue asked.

Jin Mingcheng said in a slow voice: "Your Majesty is the co-lord of the world. Because of the common word, many things are inconvenient to do."

Zhao Layue didn't say anything more, and took the sword named Chuzi.

Lu Qing glanced at her, a little surprised.

He was very opposed to entering the palace tonight. There are too many dangers and real cultivators hidden in this seemingly ordinary palace.

It is easy for these cultivators to kill him and Zhao Layue, and he even thinks that it is impossible to hide his whereabouts.

But Zhao Layue was very calm, not worried at all, and seemed to know something.

What he didn't know was that Zhao Layue had already guessed that Jing Jiu left Zhao Yuan that day to go to Lishan to meet the Emperor.

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There is a deep mountain in the north of Yujun, and there is a practice sect called Beiximen, which is a small peripheral sect of the Zhongzhou sect, known for its skill in making utensils and formations.

On a certain day in midsummer, more than a dozen masters and apprentices from Beixi Gate came out of the mountain and headed for Guiyun City. Three earth-level magic weapons were refined by the Beixi Gate the year before, two of which were dedicated to Yunmeng Mountain, and the remaining one was not compatible with the cultivation method of the gate, and was going to be sent to the Zhenqi Pavilion in Guiyun City for auction.

Zhenqi Pavilion is as famous as Baoshuju of Qingshan Sect and Waizhai of Yimao Zhai. Of course, it also has the same profound background. It is the industry of Cold Food Valley in Yunmeng Mountain.

What Beiximen didn't expect was that the most important magic weapon in this Zhenqi Pavilion auction was not their own product, but a medicinal herb.

"What kind of grass is that? Is it more important than the earth-level magic weapon?"

"Anyway, it has nothing to do with you and me. I heard that the buyer has been confirmed."

"Who dares to make a bid in the Treasure Pavilion? Could it be something that a master in the ancestral court wanted?"

"Uncle Liu, do you know about this?"

That medicinal herb caused many speculations and discussions among Beiximen disciples.

People looked at the thin middle-aged man in the lead and asked curiously.

The uncle surnamed Liu smiled and said nothing when he heard these discussions.

He knows more.

That herb should be the rumored Sanqing grass, and of course it is eligible to be placed in the most important position in the auction.

The Qingshan Sword Sect had already released the wind, so naturally no one dared to compete with them for this medicinal herb, and just went through the process according to the rules of the Treasure Pavilion.

Outside the valley is a plain, and the road to Guiyun City is smooth.

The cicadas were singing, as if they were seeing them off.

Suddenly, the sound of cicadas disappeared.

That Uncle Liu raised his eyebrows and said, "Be careful and set up the formation."

There is a phrase called "keep silent like chilling cicadas". It is midsummer and the weather is hot. Why did the sound of cicadas suddenly disappear?

A very light black mist floated in from the valley, and the newly borne fruits among the trees would collapse when they encountered it.

The disciples of the Beixi Sect looked terrified, took out the magic weapon as quickly as possible, and formed a defensive formation.

The black mist gradually dissipated, and several figures gradually appeared. Judging from the clothes and the cold atmosphere, they were definitely not good people.

"I didn't expect you to be so vigilant in a low level, and to be able to discover our whereabouts in advance."

An old man with an indifferent expression said: "The young master wants the treasure you are carrying, so hurry up and hand it over."

That Uncle Liu said: "It turned out to be a demon from the Xuanyin Sect. This is Yu County, less than three thousand miles away from Yunmeng Mountain. When did you become so courageous?"

"Zhongzhou is Zhongzhou, you are you, so what if we kill all of you? Could it be that the Taoist priests from Yunmeng Mountain can come here?"

That old man was the elder of the Xuanyin Sect, with extremely powerful evil skills. He didn't see these small sect masters and disciples in his eyes, but he was a little jealous of the formation of the Beixi Gate—for some reason, the Xuanyin Sect had a very strong and direct desire to win the earth-level magic weapon, and chose to snatch it directly instead of bidding for it in the Zhenqi Pavilion through casual cultivators.

The battle started like this, the air was torn apart, and countless streams of air collided with each other.

The black fog is getting thicker and thicker, and the clear light emitted by the Beiximen formation is getting darker and darker.

The disciples of Beiximen stood in the formation, destroying their magic tools and maintaining the formation. Under the impact of the Xuanyin sect, they supported very hard, their faces became paler and paler, thinking that the signal for help had been sent, and they wondered when the fellow sects would come to help, and if there was still time.

The Xuanyin Sect elder looked at the scene in front of him coldly, seemingly calm, but actually a little anxious.

This place is not far from Beixi Gate, what if the other party comes to help, and more importantly, if Yunmeng Mountain is alarmed, it will be troublesome.

Suddenly seeing a gap in the formation, the elder Xuanyinzong's eyes suddenly turned cold, turning into a black mist, breaking through the clear light, and came between the disciples of Beiximen.

The black mist thickened, and he appeared, holding a black banner and hitting that Uncle Liu.

How could Uncle Liu dare to resist this kind of magic weapon head-on, and use the magic weapon to help him dodge backwards, completely ignoring the exposure of the disciples who maintained the formation.

The elder of the Xuanyin Sect wanted such an effect, and with a sneer, the Yin Banner wrapped the nearest Beiximen disciple in it with a heavy aura.

His yin banner carries the evil spirit of earth and blood. If ordinary practitioners cannot protect their body with treasure, they will die if they touch it. It is absolutely unreasonable.

That Beiximen disciple had an ordinary appearance and an ordinary breath, and he was about to turn into blood, but he was so frightened that he stood still and didn't move.

The Xuanyinzong elder suddenly felt that something was wrong.

A small bronze clock suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.