Dinghai Fusheng Records

“What about Feng Qianxi?” Xiang Shuzhen immediately went to the official road and took tens of thousands of people to the Afang Palace outside the city.

“Tuoyu sent people to protect him!” Chen Xing said, “It’s very safe.”

The sky is white, and when it is dawn, the sky is overcast, but the sun is hiding behind the clouds. The sun is everywhere, and the story is on a small hill. Looking at this ancient Chang'an city, the inside is dead.

"I don't understand why Feng Qianxi chose to do it at this time," Chen Xing said. "It’s really a dog jumps."

"He wants to save Feng Qiang," Xiang said. "It's hard to understand?"

Chen Xing: "If he really has this idea, why should he throw Feng Da Ge into the mirror?"

The item said: "Rescue Feng Qianxi, not for the brotherhood, but for him."

"What do you do with him?" Chen Xing couldn't set the channel. Suddenly, he was reminded by the story. He suddenly understood: Once Feng Qianxi was possessed by resentment, he could drive the Sen Luo knife and exert an extremely powerful force. The home-grown magic weapon that has been rehabilitated by resentment will also become the biggest booster of Feng Qianxi, who is not an opponent.

Fortunately, the person was saved, otherwise if it falls in the hands of Feng Qianxi, then it is not the simplest of the eruption of the living corpse.

30 miles outside the western suburbs of Chang'an, in front of the Afang Palace.

The west bank of the Zao River is full of Chang'an people who have been dragging their families and fleeing, and many more people are rushing in and out. After experiencing the violent riots, the Imperial Army of Daqin had already awakened from the ruin and gathered at the place where Qi Jianjian was. The northern iron ride, which is said to be invincible, reveals the efficiency and military discipline of the Nanzheng North War at this moment. It is quickly assembled under the strong personal prestige of the strong and strong, first of all, the banned army, followed by the Guanzhong army, and then the various families. The generals only used three hours, and they quickly rushed to the main hall of the Afang Palace.

“What happened?” Murong sang.

"Quiet!" Tuoba loud.

Sui Jian took the main hall and said, "There is a rush, not a fine table. How many people are we on hand?"

All the ethnic groups reported their strength, and there were 300,000 soldiers and horses to be dispatched. Murong Chou again said: "I sent a letter to Pingyang Taishou in the early morning yesterday. On the way, I will lead the 100,000 Qin Jun, and I will arrive in the morning."

Pingyang Taishou is Murong Chong, the letter sent out yesterday morning, with 100,000 people on the road, Yan Jian knows that this move is clearly not a diligent king, but the sister Qinghe Princess died, led the soldiers to find him to settle accounts.

Fortunately, Chen Xing’s passage finally made Min Jian aware that Murong’s family was not right, but it was not like complicity to see Murong and others rushing into the night. After all, if the Qinghe princess and Feng Qianxi collude to rebel, when it is not for no reason, even the Murong family have no difference to kill.

Yan Jianxin was full of doubts, but chose not to attack on this matter. Shen Sheng said: "Check out the fire in the Afang Palace and the siege equipment. The ministries are stationed first, ready to wait for me to order, and counterattack Changan."

"Those guys, what exactly is it?" At the time of the incident, the prince was using dinner at night, and the banned army rushed to the carriage and began to flee. The city’s civil and military squadrons were in full swing, and the heads of the city were full of worries and worries.

"The big one is here -"

When the Manchu dynasty was turbulent, Murong dropped his sword.

"The person who explained is here," sighed and sat down, replied, "Listen."

The story of the dust came in, sweeping everyone's eyes, and did not put Murong in his eyes, Chen Xing followed.

"What is the situation?" Chen Xing saw the hall suddenly silent, and felt a bit wrong.

"I am waiting for you both." Yan Jiandao, "Speak, let me know."

Chen Xingyi slammed the item, and the item nodded, indicating that he said yes. In the main hall, the swords were smashed at the moment, and all the generals of the Murong family shivered a little, and as soon as the next moment, they would come up to chase the sword and swear the dead, and avenge the Qinghe Princess. However, Chen Xing, who is used to the skill of the article, is very clear. As long as he does not participate in the battle, even if all of them are swarming up, they will not be able to compete with a finger of the article. This guy is too strong and strong!

“Where to start?” Chen Xing was tired. He went to the steps in front of Ruanjian and sat down and said to the people in the temple. “The reason why all this happens, I see the real initiator, but it’s your majesty, and Everyone present is also unable to escape the blame."

When the temple was screaming, all of them yelled at Chen Xing. After waiting for everyone to be quiet, Xiang said suddenly: "The only innocent people in Chang'an City are pitiful. Because of your Nanzheng North War and great joy, you will die."

"Yu's work is unparalleled!" Yan Jian said with a majestic voice, "Only the government can compete with you. If you don't recover the whole of the North, there will only be more people who die today!"

Chen Xing replied unceremoniously: "How many people can you kill? You can figure it out clearly! Each of your battles, hundreds of thousands of deaths and injuries! How much hatred is released, how many mortals are unwilling to die before they die. I can’t get away from the heavens and the earth, and I’m guilty of resentment. The chaos is born from this...”

Chen Xing is almost certain now that this series of things has happened. He talked in the temple, from the pieces of fragmentation, the whole process of smashing the corpse of the long-changing corpse - Feng family in order to overthrow the sturdy, for many years, he did not send it, bought the original site of the exorcism department, Songshan built a new Xifeng Bank.

When the excavation department was dug up and the canyon was filled, the Feng family accidentally found the yin and yang of the exorcist and the magic weapon.

So in order to fight against the increasingly expanding Qin State, Feng Qianxi was out of control and mad, and began to try to turn the people who died in battle into jealousy, and then absorbed the grievances between the heavens and the earth, refining and refining, and in the mirror world, the black warriors were refining. And the general, waiting for the right time, then release this live corpse army from the mirror, overthrow the sturdy.

"You have provided him with the most powerful power," Chen said. "And the most suitable material."

The temple suddenly silenced.

"You haven't answered yet," Murong said. "Feng Jiamou is rebellious. Why do you want to kill my niece? What does this matter have to do with the Qinghe Princess?!"

The prince night immediately interrupted and asked: "How did Feng Qianxi transform it? He was born to be familiar with these secrets?"

"This is a kind of magic," Chen Xing replied. "There is no record in my studies. The specific process is only known to him."

Tuoba said: "There is very little information we have at present, and even the enemy has not knowable how much force it has. From the current situation, it will not be less than 200,000..."

Between the questions and answers, it was actually bypassing the question of Murong Chui. In the face of Jian Jian, everyone did not want to mention the Qing Dynasty princess involved in the rebellion case. I only hoped to reveal this matter as soon as possible.

Yan Jian's brow wrinkled slightly and began to observe the look of Murong's family. Some people have realized this and have expressed their fear. It seems that they are totally ignorant.

The replies replied: "The initial estimate is that there are at least 300,000 living corpses."

"So many, all hidden in a mirror?" Prince night is difficult to channel, "Where did it come from?"

Chen Xing replied: "Yes, it is this mirror, perhaps it was found on the battlefield of the Central Plains. There are not many people living in this world, and the dead are still very good to find."

Saying that Chen Xing sacrificed Yin and Yang Jian, the magic weapon was black and lingering in his hands, slowly floating in the air, everyone was shocked, and they all retreated.

"Don't worry," Chen Xing said. "I have already recycled the magic weapon. We have all been released. Now we can only wait for time, find a suitable place, and slowly explain the grievances in Yin Yang Jian. Out, and then purify, in a short time, try not to move it."

The prince said in the night: "Since the little brother is an exorcist, it must be able to purify this magic weapon."

The story is screaming: "Even if you succeed, the magic weapon can't be handed over to you."

Chen Xingzheng is going to answer, but he was interrupted by the item. Is it that you are still not playing the idea of ​​this magic weapon?

The prince night asked again: "Forever, the magic weapon will be repeated for the time being. Since the younger brother is an exorcist, I want to come and have the trick of dealing with Feng Qianxi."

"No." Chen Xing replied, "To be honest, after the return of the law, the world exorcist can no longer collect the demon and exorcism. At the moment, I am the exception. The only strength is that it can only drive the grievances in a limited way. The self-protection is based on the fact that Feng Qianxi’s party is full of grievances, which is even more rampant.

"If you are unwilling to stop the war and the massacre as soon as possible," Chen Xing said again. "Today's tragedy will definitely repeat itself in the coming days. My words are finished."

Yan Jian’s face was gloomy. Since Wang Meng’s death, the first time someone dared to face it, the poke was a pain point. If it was not in an extraordinary period, these words would make you Furious, he was punished on the spot.

Takuya once again played a round, and Chao said: "Since the whole process has been clear, the minister has asked for his life, and together with Da Dan and Chen Xing, they will return to Chang'an and win Feng Qianxi!"

Yan Jian returned to God, indulged in a moment, and looked directly at the subject. Xiang Shu raised his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows. He replied: "The old nest is being shackled, not talking about playing."

Yan Jian had to say: "The banned army will temporarily hand over to you for dispatch, and the big single will, you and I will complain, and after this chaos is settled, it will be liquidated. If someone seeks revenge against you, the offender can be embarrassed."

The temple was full of gloom, but the Murong family had realized what had happened, and they looked at the story with hatred and silently.

"The banned army is reserved for you," Xiang said. "Holding Feng Qianxi, I am enough to bring the soldiers back, but it is a mistake."

"Hey, this is the waste of greed and fear of death?!" 苻 angered, "Yan is still fighting! Prince night! The command of the three army! Open the weapons warehouse!"

Xiang Shu and Chen Xing left the main hall, Chen Xing was absent, but when he passed by Murong Dang, he suddenly heard a word.

"The little brothers have been killing people all over the world, and they are running around," Murong whispered. "After really breaking the heart, after a rush of Fuyang, it has been gone for a long time."

Said, Murong dropped the mask to reveal the burned scar. Chen Xing was shocked and remembered that when he escaped from the city with the story, he rushed into the thorns of the city and smashed the face with Murong!

The story did not detect the Chen Xing.

"Now there is no time to find you trouble, Murong Chui, to the lonely king to be honest." Xiang Shu cold and cold.

Chen Xing is indefinite. Just out of the temple, he knows that this matter will be difficult to stop. Even if he can wash the Qinghe Princess, Murong will not avenge himself.

Xiang Shuo patted behind Chen Xing, Chen Xing was shocked and vomited blood.

"What are you doing?"

The item ridiculed: "Are you afraid of Murong?"

Chen Xing converges on the mind, Chao Tuo said: "What is the situation of Feng Da Ge?"

Tuoba gestured to follow him. Feng Qianxi was safe and sound. He was placed under house arrest in a partial hall on the halfway upside of the Afang Palace. When Chen Xing entered, both sides exclaimed.

"Great, you are fine." Chen Xingdao.

Feng Qianxi was exhausted. After listening to it, he said: "No matter what you do, you can't recover it, but I will eventually go to stop my brother."

Chen Xing sighed and asked for a statement. Xiang said: "After the clarification, there are still many doubts, Feng Qianxi... Where did he get the skills to transform ‘魃’?”

In the room, Xiang Shu and Tuo Yu, Feng Qianxi, and Chen Xing sit on the ground. Now, the more the 100,000 people are in a hurry, the more they need to be calm. They must first find a way to deal with Feng Qianxi. Otherwise, the trade will return to Chang'an City. Everyone will die together.

Chen Xing has no fear of it, anyway, there are old stars to protect, life has always been shocked. But this is not the case for the item.

Chen Xing thought for a moment and said: "There is no reason for the exorcism department to drive the grievances and the sorcerer who will resurrect the dead in this situation. I am sure that these are not the ones he dug out from under the ground. ”

"That is," Feng said, "Big brother is learning from elsewhere."

The item said: "Maybe there are other people who teach him these sorcerers."

Chen Xing said: "It may also be that he got some secrets because of the situation."

Xiang Shuchao Feng Qianxi asked: "Why are there any strange friends on weekdays?"

Feng Qianxi was separated from his elder brother since he was a child. Occasionally, he met in Beijing for two or three years. What his brother was doing was almost ignorant.

Feng Qianxi shook his head.

"Remember the demon people we met in Longzhongshan?" Xiang said.

Chen Xing remembered. At dusk yesterday, Feng Qiang’s face also wore a mask similar to that of the night mysterious man.

Takuya said: "It means that there are still some masters behind."

The lesson is a little bit, Shen Shen said: "This person is very likely, just in the palace."

Chen Xing said: "Maybe the palace lady next to the Qinghe Princess? Although I am also wondering how this mirror returned to Feng Qianxi from the palace, but this is not the most important thing."

The item says: "No, this is very important."

Takuya slightly frowned, and Chen Xing gave him a general account of the story of Long Zhongshan. The four began to think about it, speculating, and roughly put together a story that was incomplete but barely able to speak.

"Someone has mastered the revival of the corpse and the creation of cockroaches," Feng Qianxi muttered. "Give me a big brother and convince the Qinghe princess. At least for now, the princess, my eldest brother, and the mysterious man in Longzhongshan are all Partisans within this group of sorcerers."

Chen Xing suddenly woke up like a dream, so to speak more, but more eloquent! After all, Feng Qianxi's legs can't move, and he stayed in the capital for a long time. He collected grievances to refine the yin and yang, and then transported hundreds of thousands of living corpses to the mirror world, which is obviously unreasonable.

But vaguely, he realized that there were still many words that were not said.

"Items?" Chen Xing touched the arm of the item.

When the item was described, he turned his eyes and looked at Chen Xing with a little defense.

"If there is anything, let's say it," Feng Qianxi said with a wry smile. "You see that my brothers are like this. Do you have to say that?"

The story was long-lasting, and when Chen Xing wanted to say "I figured it out", Xiang Shu finally began to recall.

"Five years ago, when I was fifteen years old," Xiang said, "In the 敕勒盟, a doctor came and named Kyla."

Chen Xing: "..."

Chen Xing has a hunch that the biggest unsolved case since the realization of the story may be the truth.