Infinity Throne

In Jingnan City.

Without Wanxiang Tower, various stories would be missing.

Yi Lin is quite boring.

He found a renovated inn in Jingnan City to stay, and it didn't take long for him to look like a local.

In Jingnan City, there are heavy armored guards patrolling from time to time. Not to mention the outside, even the inside gives people a heavy and steely smell.

But in the city, there are few beggars on the streets and few travelers sleeping in the open air.

The residents in Jingnan City have a place to rely on when they are old, they have no worries about food and clothing, and they all have their own jobs and livelihoods.

The folk customs and landforms here are slightly different from Yi Lin's original imagination.

After asking around for a while, Yi Lin understood.

Although the King of Zhennan imposed strict taxes on the Thirteen Provinces of Huangnan, he adopted a completely different policy for his own base, Jingnancheng.

It provides a variety of jobs, including construction, production, and farming.

From porters, tailors, blacksmiths, farmers, to guards and soldiers, no matter who they are, as long as they are under forty-five years old and can still work, they can take the initiative to go to the designated Ministry of Internal Affairs and register, and according to different Post, receive food and wages.

Here, no one dies of hunger due to poverty.

The entire city, although heavily fortified, looked murderous. But the residents in the city were full of praise for the King of Zhennan, as if the King of Zhennan should be the wise king of the contemporary era, the kind that God is not blind to.

Here, it was like a small country within a country, everything was so orderly, Yi Lin couldn't help but admire it.

As for Xia Xiaoman's side.

At first, she lamented that King Zhennan let her into the city, and lamented that her family ties were still there, saying, "Uncle Huang is sincere to me."

Then she and Jian Nanchun were together. On the surface, they were living well, with good food and wine, but secretly, they were under house arrest.

On the first day, Jian Nanchun and Yi Lin both saw it.

However, Xia Xiaoman still had the last glimmer of hope in her heart, thinking that there was true love in the world, and the emperor's uncle had no time to care about her because he was busy with affairs in the city.

Then on the third night.

Yi Lin easily slipped into the east wing of Zhennan Prince's Mansion.

Although the place is heavily guarded, for the stealth master Lin Yi, all the guards are useless.

"Senior brother, you are finally willing to show up!"

Yi Lin was eating midnight snack when she appeared.

It was a local specialty, hand-shred goat leg meat, which was very fragrant. Yilin, as a master of soul cooking, would naturally not miss this delicacy with local characteristics.

"What's wrong?"

Yi Lin looked at Xia Xiaoman, who was staring at him with wide eyes and gritted teeth. Then he tore off a large piece of hand-shredded lamb leg meat from the oilcloth bag along the texture of the mutton, which was slightly charred on the surface and full of juicy meat on the inside, and pleased his junior sister: " Want a bite?"

"Bah! I won't eat it—eh? It tastes good!"

Xia Xiaoman refused, but on the way, she had already known that Yi Lin was an excellent cook. Her taste buds almost turned into the shape of Lin Yi. Her muscle memory moved spontaneously, and her little hand reached out involuntarily.

"Originally the taste was just average, but then I felt something was missing, so I sprinkled a little bit of my special seasoning powder on it."

“It smells so good!”

Xia Xiaoman happened to be hungry.

Jian Nanchun also came up to him, the wind was light and the clouds were calm, and he stretched out his hand: "Senior brother, let me give you a taste... Junior brother, you have to be careful, as the saying goes, good and evil are unpredictable. How do you know that the meat seller does not have bad intentions? If there is poison in the mutton, senior brother will be blamed."

After saying that, he seemed to believe it himself, with a solemn and solemn look in his eyes.

Yi Lin: "..."

Xia Xiaoman: "..."

The three of them finished their midnight snack.

Start discussing countermeasures.

Originally, Jian Nanchun did not want to provoke King Zhennan.

The world is in turmoil, the Ziwei star is dim, and all the heroes are rising together. If King Zhennan is really his true destiny, then if he goes against King Zhennan, he will probably be unlucky in his future cultivation.

In fact, what Jian Nanchun didn't know was that Yi Lin was not very interested in King Zhennan at first, but when Jian Nanchun mentioned that fighting with "fate" would make people unlucky and even get struck by lightning, Yi Lin suddenly became interested.

He is now worried that his luck value will not decrease!

If this can be reduced, wouldn't he be able to unlock his most coveted AOE weapon - [Echoes of Doom] on the spot?

anyway.

Although King Zhennan doesn't want to see Xia Xiaoman.

But in this villa in the east wing, all miscellaneous household items are available.

Yilin found the study pen and ink in the house with familiarity, spread out the rice paper, and drew on the paper.

"Senior brother, look at your movements, why do you seem to have been here before?"

Xia Xiaoman wiped his mouth and watched Yi Lin enter and exit the room with jerky movements, secretly thinking that something was wrong.

"Oh, I came here secretly once when you first moved in."

Yi Lin answered casually.

This answer shocked even Jian Nanchun.

You said that Xia Xiaoman's cultivation is still shallow and he can't notice it. But Jian Nanchun, who claims to be the proud son of heaven and the rising star of Tianjian Sect, never noticed that you were here?

So angry!

Yi Lin ignored the two of them. With a flick of his finger, he laid down an all-purpose barrier that blocked spiritual consciousness, sound insulation, and kept warm. Then he dipped in thick ink and drew a square circle on the rice paper.

"This is Jingnancheng."

"There are eight military camps in the city."

"There are countless elite soldiers in the military camp."

"In addition, the streets in Jingnan City extend in all directions. Once the alarm is triggered, the eight military camps, if dispatched immediately, can cover the entire city in about one stick of incense, surrounding the entire Jingnan City inside and outside. "

"As we learned before, a circle of 'Forbidden Spirit Talisman' is wrapped around the military camp and near the main hall of Zhennan Palace as a warning."

"The patrol routes of the elite soldiers change every three days. If you calculate them in advance, it is not difficult to avoid the patrols of the guards."

"As for the King of Zhennan, his work and rest are extremely regular. Every morning, he will be in his courtyard, breathing and practicing. It seems that his cultivation level is not low, and he doesn't know what kind of exercises he has practiced. And at noon, he So I took hundreds of elite soldiers to patrol the military camp, and this has been the case for the past three days."

"In the afternoon..."

"Of course, these are not difficulties. There are many opportunities to strike. The key point is to be around King Zhennan. Every time King Zhennan travels, in addition to hundreds of elite soldiers, there are also four men in black with sneaky dogs surrounding him. , it’s not a good thing at first glance.”

Yi Rin said while drawing.

In the blink of an eye, the paper was filled with messy and interlaced lines.

"wait wait wait."

Let alone Xia Xiaoman.

Even Jian Nanchun, who had been listening for a long time, noticed something was wrong.

Let’s not talk about how Yi Lin obtained such detailed information in three days.

But what are you drawing on the paper...what do you want to do?

"Junior brother Lin, is it necessary to make such a detailed plan when investigating the master sect's mission?"

Jian Nanchun asked in confusion.

He suddenly had an illusion. In Junior Brother Lin Yi's words, there was a faint hint of the cautious demeanor of an assassin when performing a mission.

Junior Brother Lin, you are a dignified monk from the Heavenly Sword Sect! Damn it!

"Ahem, be prepared enough to be prepared for any disaster." Yi Lin coughed twice and tried to fool him. Then he quickly and carefully drew on the blank space of the rice paper, and drew a vivid twelve-petal black lotus. He looked at Jian Nanchun and asked, "By the way, I heard that Senior Brother Jian is very knowledgeable. Have you seen this pattern before?"

"Black Lotus Seal?" Jian Nanchun frowned, and he seemed to recognize him: "Where did you meet Junior Brother Lin?"

"You can also see this weird pattern in some hidden places in the city, oh, right at the gate of the Zhennan Prince's Mansion, on the inside of the left door pillar. If you cover the door at a 45-degree angle, you can see this weird pattern. By the way, senior brother, do you know the 'Black Lotus Seal' you mentioned? ', what's the origin?"

On the side, Xia Xiaoman, who had been silent all this time, suddenly exclaimed: "The Black Lotus Seal... is the Bodhisattva Tower in the lower third gate!"

"Bodhisattva Tower?" Yi Lin suddenly asked: "Is it the private killer organization that claims to be 'every third watch, come and see me'?"

"Junior brother, haven't you not gone down the mountain for a whole year? How come you know this so well?"

Jian Nanchun asked.

Yi Lin waved the VIP pass of Wanxiang Tower - Chenxiang Ling - in front of Jian Nanchun, and smiled slightly: "Did you forget that I am a VIP of Wanxiang Tower?"

"Ah!" Xia Xiaoman looked at Yi Lin with disdain and contempt. It seemed that as the eldest princess, Xia Xiaoman also vaguely knew where Wanxiang Tower was. This misunderstanding seemed to be big, but Xia Xiaoman Xiaoman was just contemptuous, not angry, and continued the above topic: "That was when my father was still alive. One day I accidentally broke into my father's study room and secretly saw my father reading a letter. The top-secret fire wax on the envelope was , it’s this black lotus-shaped pattern.”

Candlelight flickered in the room.

The shadows of the three people overlapped on the screen.

Xia Xiaoman suddenly leaned a little closer and lowered his voice in a tone like telling a ghost story: "I don't know if my father was mentally depressed at that time. He said something inexplicably: Remember, when you grow up, you will be provoked. Don’t provoke the ‘Bodhisattva Tower’ at Tianjianmen, Moluo Hall, and Yanfuzhou. Well, that’s what my father said at the time.”