Demoness, Where Are You Fleeing To?

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When the bell of the Confucian Temple rang, Gao Gu, the 'Second Assistant to the Cabinet, Shaobao' who had just met not long ago, was walking in the narrow corridor of the Confucian Temple with Chen Xun, the 'Chief Assistant to the Cabinet, Crown Prince'.

Gao Gu put his hands behind his back and looked extremely gloomy: "Master Chief Assistant, although I asked Xiao Ci to give this money, I was very reluctant in my heart. How could a military resource equivalent to fifteen million taels of silver be given away so easily? Leave it to the Ministry of War?"

Chen Xun's reaction was very dull: "But shouldn't this money be given? Isn't it used where it should be used?"

"It should be given, and it must be used, but it must not be given so happily." Shaobao Gaogu snorted, with a worried look on his face: "Yu Jie relied on his military power and the emperor's favor to criticize my cabinet and violated my cabinet's authority more than once. Once the money is given to him, it will only increase in value.

For most of the next six months, my cabinet will be unable to control the Ministry of War, nor can it control Yu Jie. Mr. Chief Assistant, are you just going to watch this happen? Do you really want to be the wooden pavilion elder that the ministers call you? "

Chen Xun laughed when he heard this: "Shi Yong, do you still remember what Yang Gonglin told you and me before he left?"

He shouted the word Gao Gu, and said sincerely: "Maybe you don't remember Shi Yong, but I dare not forget it for a day. There are many things Yang Gong said, but the most important thing is 'tolerance serves the country' and 'National affairs are the most important thing'.

Now, hundreds of thousands of Mongolian cavalry under his command are eyeing us, and the Xuanfu defense line has not yet been formed. At this time of national crisis, is it appropriate for us to fight for power and gain now?

If we can make the fate of the Jin Dynasty last forever and return to the prosperous age, then what if I just become a wooden pavilion elder?

Naturally, I don't like what Yu Shaobao does, but don't you know what his role is in the world? That person is only dedicated to serving the public good and does not know how to pursue a career. His temperament is too strong.

Shi Yong, I know what you want to say, it’s nothing more than what should be guarded against. But if Yu Shaobao had reckless ambitions, that would not be the way to go. Even the emperor has no doubt his trust in him. "

After hearing this, Gao Gu still looked a little unhappy. He frowned and said, "What about the prince? What should the prince do? Without this money and military resources, how can we stop His Majesty?"

At this moment, a huge bell ringing reached the ears of the two of them, and they were both stunned at the same time, looking in the direction of the bell tower of the Confucian Temple. At this time, the bell tower was dark and no one was there. But the huge bells inside made people’s eardrums hurt and deafened.

"Rare!" Chen Xun's eyes couldn't help but show a little surprise: "The 'warning bell' sounded by itself. This should be the appearance of another authentic calligraphy treasure in our Confucian sect that can protect the Tao."

Takagu quickly withdrew his gaze from the bell tower and turned his gaze to the east and west halls of the Dacheng Hall on the other side. I saw that in these two palaces, there were several rays of majestic energy as pure and transparent as glass rushing up, covering the palaces of the Confucian Temple.

Takatani Takatani couldn't help but narrowed his eyes, revealing a solemn meaning: "This intention, the purple energy comes from the east, and its fragrance will last forever?"

"He is actually a figure like Duke Wen Zhong and Duke Yan Wenzhong." Chen Xun was surprised when he looked at the air pillars on both sides of Dacheng Hall. He couldn't help stroking his beard: "Unexpectedly, in today's world, besides Yu Jie , There are such heroes among our Confucian sect? How lucky! How lucky!"

At this time, on top of the bell tower, there was a lion-like spiritual beast with two wings on its back, a single horn on its head, and six ears, staring at the warning bell inside the tower.

Not long after, this spiritual beast suddenly ran wildly to the west. Its figure was like thunder and lightning, and soon it spanned dozens of miles and arrived at the Chenghuang Temple in the west of the city.

At this time, its figure suddenly rushed forward, rushing directly into the underworld of Beijing City, and came to the City God's Hall here,

Then he jumped up and down with infinite joy and shouted: "Master, master! That man has come to the capital. He is your successor from another generation. He has entered the capital. Master, have you seen his majesty? Purple energy comes from the east, and his reputation will last forever!" As long as it is a little more pure, Master, the poisonous fire in your body can be cured."

In this huge hall, there is an extremely majestic figure sitting here. He wore a scribe's robe, with huge chains wrapped around his body, and flames spurted out from various parts of his body from time to time. There were seven colors of purple, black, red, blue, brown, gray and yellow, all of which were extremely filthy.

Wherever they fall, they corrode and melt immediately.

At this time, this person was raising his head and looking at Yang Shi above the underworld, and then he smiled with great joy: "I have seen it! My volume "Song of Righteousness" fell into the hands of this child, which is quite suitable for it. .”

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In front of the stone monument of Shanwei Tower, Li Xuan has already begun to put away his pen. His final signature was 'Anonymous', but when Li Xuan took back the Langhao pen, he felt that he had suffered a big loss.

He didn't feel it when he was writing, but after finishing writing, he found that the words he wrote this time were actually very good! The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, like strong bamboo, and he actually looks like a famous calligrapher.

He thought to himself what a good opportunity it was to show off, but it was wasted by him.

"How is it? Can the order be waived now?" Li Xuan asked, and at the same time, he put the Langhao pen in his hand back into the waiter's hand.

The waiter was still in a daze. He looked at the poem written by Li Xuan and then at the dissipated handwriting around him. He didn't know how to react.

Li Xuan's poems were written on the monument, but most of the words left on the monument by the dozen or so dignitaries around him were missing.

"this--"

The waiter was a little hesitant: "The rules are like this, please wait a moment, sir."

He walked back to the restaurant somewhat numbly, intending to ask the owner of the restaurant for instructions.

At this time, everyone in the restaurant was in a daze, in disbelief. Especially those at the table next to Li Xuan looked as if they had eaten flies.

"Did he really leave a message?"

"Impossible! How old is this guy, and with his level of cultivation at the fifth level, can he leave a message on this monument?"

"Ha! If this guy can leave a message, then this Wuyi Monument must be fake."

"I'll go take a look. Maybe it's true. The movement in the building just now was a bit loud, like shaking a mountain."

"I'm also curious, what is it writing?"

In front of the stone tablet, Luo Yan looked at Li Xuan in disbelief: "Your sword intention has actually reached the soul realm?"

She found that she couldn't see the depth of this guy clearly again.

In the past, Luo Yan had always misunderstood that Li Xuan was a master on par with her, but later she realized that this guy was just synchronized with her at a high rate, and he was just pretending to be Yu Hongshang's power.

But now, Luo Yan feels that Li Xuan is hiding something.

The Sword Intent in the late stage of the 'Po' realm, no matter where it is placed, it is a character. It should be noted that Luo Yan's sword skills have only just reached the peak of the 'po' realm.

"No, I'm still far away. This time I borrowed external help again." Li Xuan began to recall the feeling just now, and gestured with his hands:

"However, I should be able to use this fused poetic sword intention in my sword skills and merge it into my own sword intention, which can briefly reach the level of the 'po' realm. However, the consumption - is also huge."

It was only then that Li Xuan realized that nearly 90% of his mana had been lost.

He thought that this move, 'Poetic Sword', was of little significance. Xia Houying's 'Bamboo' sword power stimulated by the wood-type true energy of the Tenth Layer Realm must be stronger, but it was not the result of his 'Three Thousand Phantom Lightning'. Hacked to death with a knife?

But after all, this is a sword technique that can compete with the 'Phantom Lightning Three Thousand Slash' for a while. With one more method, the possibility of being restrained in the future will be even less.

At this time, the shopkeeper of Shanweilou, accompanied by the waiter, had walked to the stone tablet. He took a deep look at the stone tablet, and a strange look appeared on his face. Then he saluted Li Xuan without hesitation: "Please leave your name or address."

Li Xuan hesitated for a while. He thought that since he had written down the nameless name, he might as well pretend to be cool to the end. He flicked his robe sleeves and put his hands behind his back, with an unpredictable expression:

"It's not necessary. The rule in your store is just to leave writing on this monument, isn't it? By the way, please ask the store to send my two grilled dragon crocodiles as soon as possible."

The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, then asked a few strong servants to carry out the two grilled dragon crocodiles that Li Xuan wanted. They all weighed four hundred kilograms each and were divided into several soup basins.

Li Xuan happily put them all into the small sumu ring, then clasped his fists at the shopkeeper and said, "Thank you for the hospitality," and walked away with Luo Yan and Le Qianqian.

Li Xuan expected that they would settle down in the 'Jing'an Bo Mansion' tonight, and there would be no shortage of things to do. After all, no one has lived in the mansion given by the imperial court for two or three years.

At the same time, he also had some curiosity and expectations about his mansion in Beijing.

But after Li Xuan and the others left, the shopkeeper continued to look at the stone tablet with a sad face.

"Still strong despite being struck hard by hardships, despite the winds from east to west, north and south - this should be a poem by Li Xuan, the Dharma Protector of Neo-Confucianism, who was the emperor of Jing'an. This word is still very good, but -"

The problem is that the inscriptions on the stone tablet by three ministers of the court, four bachelors, and four second-grade military attachés are missing!

Also, how did that young man who was less than twenty years old do it? It was obvious that he was only at the fifth level of cultivation, but he was actually able to leave words on the stone tablet.

This gave the shopkeeper a headache. He didn't know what to do next. How should he explain to their boss?

At this moment, a middle-aged man in his thirties in front of the monument, wearing a blue Confucian shirt, suddenly sneered and said: "Bring me a pen."

The waiter looked at it and found that it was one of the customers sitting next to Li Xuan. He hesitated for a moment, then handed over the wolf brush and cinnabar ink that he had not yet put down.

When someone nearby saw it, they couldn't help laughing.

"Brother Yuan, are you going to try it too? This is the Martial Intent Stone."

"Just let him try it. What's the big deal? I suspect that the Martial Intent Stone is not of sufficient quality to be able to write anything about cats and dogs on it."

"But the names of those ministers and bachelors are not fake. What's going on?"

The middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt had already written on the stone tablet. At this moment, his majestic voice actually appeared outside his body. It turned out to be a pure silver light, and the tip of the top even had a hint of light. The people around him couldn't help but cheer for it.

"What a powerful aura of rainbow transformation, Brother Yuan has mastered it! The seventh-level tower realm is just around the corner."

"This body of awe-inspiring righteousness is so pure that gold is produced from silver, and the sun and the moon compete for the glory. It seems that although my former brother was busy with worldly affairs in the past four years as magistrate, his cultivation has not fallen behind."

"My little brother is amazed. Brother Yuan's majesty makes me feel inferior."

The middle-aged man in Confucian shirt couldn't help but show a hint of joy on his face. Then he found that the words he wrote on the Wuyi Stone had not faded, and he couldn't help but feel refreshed.

"It seems that this Wuyi Stone is indeed not of sufficient quality—"

Before he finished speaking, the red handwriting he wrote on the stone suddenly turned black and gray and turned into mist and dissipated.

As for the poem written in the center of the Wuyi Monument, each word glowed with red luster. Those beams of light shined from the stone tablet like sword rays.

The middle-aged man in scholar's shirt took a look and felt pain in his eyes and stinging all over his body, as if his body had been pierced thousands of times by a sword transformed from poetry.

Especially his soul felt an unbearable pain. The middle-aged man in Rushan instinctively touched his head with his hand and let out a muffled groan.

"This is this?" At this moment, the many guests who were watching around the stone monument all looked astonished and looked at the 'former county magistrate' with doubts in their eyes.

"what happened?"

"Why has the color of Haoqi changed?"

"Something's wrong, is this?"

The waiter in the shop was also surprised to see this scene before him, and found that the originally pure majesty of this middle-aged scholar-shirted man turned into black and gray at this moment. They were entangled outside this person's body, like a dirty and ugly evil dragon.

The middle-aged man in scholar's shirt finally managed to withstand the severe pain of his soul, and then he found that everyone was looking at him with strange eyes.

"What's going on with you, what are you looking at me like this-"

As soon as the words came out, the middle-aged man in Rushan felt something was wrong. He looked at himself up and down, and then his expression changed drastically, and his face suddenly lost all color. The next moment, he suddenly shouted and ran towards the side street.

The few people who came to drink with him looked at each other with confusion and uneasiness in their eyes. When they looked at the stone tablet again, they were filled with surprise and uncertainty.

"Uncle, what happened to that man?"

The waiter asked the shopkeeper in confusion: "Why did his majestic appearance suddenly change? And he ran away like crazy again?"

The shopkeeper of Shanweilou looked a little solemn. He vaguely guessed some reasons, but he couldn't be sure.

"That's hypocritical Confucianism! He uses magic methods to cover up his heels, but this poem inspired him." The person who said this was a man in crimson official robes, about forty years old, with a beautiful beard. , a middle-aged man with a fairy-like temperament.

Beside him, there was another man in his twenties wearing a crimson flying fish suit and a curly beard.

The shopkeeper of Shanweilou had a look in his eyes, and he immediately bowed to the two of them: "The common people have met the minister and the proprietor."

The middle-aged man in official uniform didn't even look at him. He walked directly to the stone tablet and exclaimed: "Admiral Zhu, you have made a lot of money this time. What I said, the capital was full of grandeur and purple energy just now. Coming east, there is another 'warning bell' ringing in the Confucian Temple. This must mean that there is an 'authentic calligraphy treasure' in the world, but I don't expect it to come from this place."

"These words are indeed extraordinary. They seem to contain profound sword meaning?"

The young man wearing a crimson Feiyu suit also looked up and down at the stone tablet with a bitter expression: "Li Shilang, I know the original calligraphy. It is probably Yan Zhenqing's "Admittance to the Body" and Yu Zi's handwritten "Four Books". "Collections of Chapters and Sentences" and other categories, scriptures, poems, and even paintings and calligraphy handwritten by Hongru Confucian scholars all over the world. But I still don't understand, why are the inscriptions of these gentlemen gone?"

The civil servant known as Li Shilang laughed: "This is an authentic calligraphy masterpiece, a masterpiece that can be passed down from generation to generation. Do you still care about their inscriptions?"

The young man in the flying fish suit couldn't help but smile and didn't answer.

He thought that even if this so-called 'authentic calligraphy' was sold in the market, it would only cost tens of thousands taels of silver. Would he care about this little money?

But the inscriptions of these adults were worth thousands of dollars to him, and they were one of the pillars of his family's foothold in the capital.

The waiter probably guessed what he was thinking, and couldn't help but shook his head and said: "Admiral Zhu, this set of authentic calligraphy is different from the ones you have seen before."

"Oh?" The young man glanced at it again, and then asked suspiciously: "May I ask, sir, how can you do it differently?"

The servant didn't answer. He walked directly to the stone tablet, and then followed the vermilion handwriting and copied it stroke by stroke.

And in the next moment, there was a trace of red sword energy coming out from the stone tablet. It was invincible, blasting holes in the surrounding ground and the stone fence facing the river in the distance.

Behind Li Shilang, there seemed to be a green bamboo condensed in the void, standing behind him.

"Is this?" The young man's pupils suddenly opened slightly: "There is such a sword intention in this calligraphy?"

"More than that, this person's vast will is extremely pure, and he has reached the state of 'Purple Energy Coming from the East' that even I have not been able to reach."

The waiter sighed in admiration, and then with a wave of his hand, he erased a line of large vermilion characters on the right side of the stele: "With such real pearls and jade in front of it, how can this stele accommodate the dim and dull words?" What about Washi? My words are already a bit annoying.

But the key is the blend of majestic energy and sword intent. This is an authentic calligraphy treasure with the power to protect the Tao——"

Next, his expression moved again, and he raised his hand to grab it. Suddenly, a burst of majestic energy turned into a rainbow, condensed into a huge palm, and actually grabbed a group of black mist from the distant river.

The young man in the Feiyu suit looked carefully and found that in the black mist, there was a demon in the shape of a human eyeball. There were actually two huge ears on both sides of the eyeball.

"The demon sees and the demon listens?" The young man's eyes couldn't help but narrow up slightly. He knew that this was a kind of demon that liked to peek into people's privacy.

"It must be the tricks of the Mongols. They have been spying on our military headquarters for half a day."

As the servant spoke, he took the demon by force and sent it to the stone monument. Inspired by this demonic energy, the red luster from the handwriting began to breed purple intention, and more sword energy came out from within.

It was like pieces of bamboo leaves, seemingly weak and powerless, but in an instant they bombarded the demon named 'Demon Seeing Demon Listening' with holes in it.

"Exterminate demons, protect the Tao, and exorcise evil spirits! This is one of its abilities. With this stone tablet here, ordinary fourth-sect demons will not dare to invade your restaurant for a moment."

When the demon completely turned into smoke and dissipated, Li Shilang once again touched the inscription with fiery eyes: "But its greatest value does not lie in this, but that this person who defends the Tao can be studied and mastered by my famous disciples. .You should know that my Confucian disciples cannot release their majestic energy before the fourth level of the building. Most of them have no ability to defend themselves. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are powerless to restrain a chicken.

Even if you reach the fourth floor, if you can't master the power of rainbow, you will be insignificant in front of the demons. But if some of them with higher understanding were lucky enough to see this stone tablet, the situation would be completely different. "

The young man wearing Feiyu uniform's eyes lit up: "What do you mean, Lord Minister, that you Confucian people can integrate this sword intention into your own majesty to hurt the enemy?"

"Otherwise? This is its rarity. Even the fourth sect like us can benefit from it. If we can study it thoroughly, we can have a method of defending the Tao that is close to that of a warrior."

The waiter finally turned around: "In two or three days at most, your restaurant will be crowded with people. I don't know how many famous scholars in the capital want to see what's going on."

"Also, haven't you been asking everywhere in the capital recently for your father's matter? There is no need to go to such trouble. As long as you dedicate this stone tablet to the Imperial College, I guarantee that your father's matter can be solved easily.

But the premise is that you can get that person's permission. Admiral Zhu, you can't afford to offend such a person. "

The young man's eyes brightened. He raised his hand and used a force to catch the shopkeeper in front of his eyes: "Who wrote these words?"

The shopkeeper's face changed slightly: "I don't know, that person doesn't want to be named. But I remember this person's appearance and dress. He is less than twenty years old. He is wearing a bright yellow flying fish suit, a goldfish bag, and an embroidered spring knife. I Don’t you know if this outfit is real or fake?”

The waiter in the store in the distance was lost for a while. He thought that this soft-boiled man who had no money to pay the bill could actually be such a powerful person?

The waiter and the young man in Feiyu uniform looked at each other with surprise and suspicion in their eyes.

Less than 20 years old, he is wearing a flying fish suit. UU Reading www.uukａnshu.netｔ How is it possible that he can still leave such an authentic calligraphy with the power of defending morality?

The waiter frowned and said, "Maybe it's because of his advanced cultivation and the ability to maintain his appearance."

He knows that many people look like 28-year-olds when they are in their fifties or sixties. However, he had never heard of such a person in the court.

"That should be the case." The young man in the Feiyu suit said coldly: "I will ask the painter to come over later, and you will cooperate with him to draw this person's appearance. Then go to my house personally and let everyone in the house The servants will be sent out as soon as possible to search and investigate throughout the city. In short, we must find this person's whereabouts within three days."

At this time, Li Xuan had already brought Luo Yan and Le Qianqian with him to Jing'an Bo Mansion, which was less than three miles away from Shanweiju.

But looking at the scene in front of them, the three of them couldn't help but be stunned. The scene in front of them was very different from what they had imagined before.

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