My Lady Is Not A Demon

Coming out of Xu Ruo's main room, Chen Mu's heart was still occupied by doubts.

In the information disclosed by Ji Dachun before, it did not say that there is an old man of Longpanshan in the rudder of the Tiandihui, why has one suddenly appeared now.

Who will this old man be?

Since he is an old friend, why didn't he recognize Ji Dachun before?

Chen Mu looked up at the blue sky, and a strong sense of crisis rose in his heart.

If you are an acquaintance, then you will be exposed. Especially now that the situation is at a critical moment, there must be no more moths.

"Master Chen Tan?"

As soon as he turned the corridor, he ran into Hall Master Shi.

The other party was wearing a brown robe, the bulging muscles tightened the clothes, and the expression on his face looked a bit solemn.

After seeing Chen Mu, Hall Master Shi squeezed a smile: "Did Lord Chen Tan just come out of Master Xu Duo?"

Chen Mu nodded, his tone solemnly: "It was originally intended to let me go back to the capital. Who knew this happened again."

Hall Master Shi smiled slightly: "The matter of Master Murong Ruo's cultivation of Witch Mo magical skill did surprise many people, but it was also expected to me. After all, he robbed that Cultivation Technique back then, and he made it clear that he wanted to cultivate."

Hearing this, Chen Mu's heart moved.

When the two were chatting in the teahouse before, Hall Master Shi did tell him that two years ago, Master Murong Ruo was sent to Wuchen Village by Master Ruo to find a kind of Cultivation Technique of ‘decapitation and rebirth’.

But in the end, Master Murong Ruo tried to steal Cultivation Technique privately. And killed the own companion.

Only Hall Master Shi knew about this.

Later, I told him in the teahouse.

Chen Mu secretly thought: "Two years ago, Lord Murong Ruo made a few headless tragedies for the cultivation of Wuma magic, and finally used his identity as'Master Du' to make Ma Xuanzi instead of convicting him. From this point of view, his cultivation This Cultivation Technique is completely behind everyone, including the forces behind the scenes."

Why must Master Murong Ruo be sure that Cultivation Technique can be reborn by decapitation?

Has he seen others succeed before?

Chen Mu looked at Hall Master Shi, who seemed to be lonely in his eyes, and asked: "Now that the secret room is discovered, how do you think the total rudder will react."

Hall Master Shi coldly snorted: "Master Murong Rudder is already dead, how can he react? His corpse is there. Is it possible to whip the corpse?"

"So Hall Master Shi really thought Master Murong Ruo was dead?"

Chen Mu narrowed his eyes slightly.

Hall Master Shi did not speak, but changed the subject: "Lord Chen Tan thinks, how many years can this world meeting last?"

Before Chen Mu responded, he smiled and walked towards Master Xu Ruo's room.

Looking at the man's burly back, Chen Muqing frowned and muttered: "Which power is this guy?"

——

The information about Dongzhou City has been sent to the capital, and Bai Xianyu is making plans for the next incident.

She had already known about the fire in Nanfengruo last night through Lingyuan.

So according to the plan after discussing with her husband, Bai Xianyu secretly spread some rumors, and at this moment, he has sent someone to keep an eye on the prefect, waiting for Master Du's reaction after learning of the situation.

"Sister, do you think Brother-in-law's plan will work?"

While eating sugar cane, Qingluo looked at the plan written in Bai Xianyu's hand, and said with her lips pursed.

Bai Xianyu frowned at the desk.

The delicate and alluring curves rippling like ocean waves under the white skirt are indescribably beautiful.

She knocked on the charcoal and said lightly: "From the perspective of the overall situation and interests, this is the best solution. Neither the court nor the Tiandihui will allow the existence of Lord Murong Ruo."

I used to be accustomed to wolf hair before, and found that my husband always likes to write with a special charcoal pen, Bai Xianyu also learned.

In addition to the initial discomfort, after getting used to it, I found that writing with charcoal is quite convenient.

Qingluo pursed her small mouth: "It is estimated that Houtian Meng Big sis and Man Jiaye will be back, and it will be a mess again."

Bai Xianyu tilted his head, her beautiful and touching face was full of worries: "The one who is most worried about now is Xiao Xuan'er, I hope everything will be fine."

"Master!"

Heimeng, the chief guard outside the door, hurried over.

She looked solemnly and said: "Last night Yunzheng Palace encountered an assassin again, and the prince was also injured."

"what?"

Bai Xianyu's complexion changed drastically, and she stood up and asked. "Isn't it for you to protect? How come this kind of thing happened, did the assassin catch it!"

"No, the assassin is very powerful, and Charon didn't notice how he got in."

Heimeng smiled bitterly.

As the elite of Vermillion Bird, but he didn't even do the basic protection, it was really embarrassing.

"Is the prince's injury serious?"

Heimeng shook his head: "It's not serious, just a few minor injuries. It's just that the prince was greatly frightened. Now he is clamoring to send the Jiufeng Coffin out, and he has sent the guards in the palace to carry the coffin. ."

"Damn it!"

Bai Xianyu cursed secretly, grabbed the Vermillion Bird mask and rushed out of the room.

With Lord Yunzheng's timid temperament, it is estimated that the soul has been scared away by now, and he can understand it.

When Bai Xianyu took the people to the palace, he saw several guards carrying a coffin.

The coffin is twice as large as an ordinary coffin and is made of blue sea ice jade.

There are nine colored phoenixes carved on it, which is lifelike.

Each color phoenix is ​​outlined by golden lines dipped in royal dragon energy, and ice silkworms are used to depict fairyland clouds underneath, lined with Magic Treasures.

The two sides of the coffin are also inlaid with superb Spirit Stones, revealing a soft breath.

The gray-haired prince Yun Zheng urged behind: "Quick, quick, take the Jiufeng Coffin to Yuexin Lake..."

Bai Xianyu was speechless.

She walked over to stop the guards carrying the coffin and said to Lord Yun Zheng:

"The prince, it is the official's negligence to fail to protect, but you can't compromise with the enemy so easily, this will cause the people of the city to laugh."

"Vermillion Bird made you come just right, please help me to escort you."

Lord Yun Zheng said quickly.

Bai Xianyu pressed the coffin to the ground with a palm: "Don't leave!"

Seeing this scene, Lord Yunzheng was about to cry, and he stepped forward to the cupped fist and begged: "Master Vermillion Bird, this king does not blame you, the assassin is too powerful. According to the king, or just use me The first plan I thought about. Send them things first, hold them steady, and then slowly investigate."

Bai Xianyu laughed angrily, not knowing what to say, coldly said: "Master, you have to think carefully, this is about your majesty as a relative of the emperor."

"Oh, my life is gone, and I still care about so many things."

Lord Yun Zheng waved his hand and motioned impatiently for the guards to continue forcing.

At this time, a person ran out of the palace.

"Father, you are crazy!"

The visitor was the elder son Ji Heming who had been making a noise in the Baixianyu courtyard before to marry Qingluo.

I saw him hurriedly stopped in front of everyone, and then roared at King Yun Zheng: "Father, do you know what you are doing? How can a dignified prince succumb to the enemy casually."

"You bastard knows a fart, your father's life is almost gone."

Lord Yunzheng was very angry.

He pushed the son twice and didn't push, and pleaded: "My son, your father and I have this life. Those people must be cruel people. If they die, there will be nothing. First be steady, and then think about countermeasures. It's not too late."

Ji Heming raised his chin: "I don't believe in those people who dare to move us to Yunzheng Palace. It won't work to give them ten courage."

"You kid sincerely invite you to kill your father?"

Lord Yunzheng was angry.

Ji Heming's tone was firm: "How can I be humiliated by such a dignified royal palace? If you insist on doing this, my Ji Heming will not recognize you as a father."

"If you don't recognize it, don't recognize it, it's better than death."

"you--"

Seeing his father so embarrassed, Ji Heming was also very angry.

He caught a glimpse of Bai Xianyu next to him, and said coldly: "Master Vermillion Bird, this nine phoenix coffin was bestowed by Emperor Tianqi in the past. You must not fall into the hands of thieves. If you are carried away today, you will not be able to escape by then. responsibility!"

Bai Xianyu was very upset with the other party's tone, and said lightly: "Your palace is the one with the greatest responsibility."

"But--"

"Oh, what responsibility is not responsible?" Yun Zheng Wang patted his thigh and explained in a low voice. "This king is not really going to give it away, but to attract the culprits to the bait. With these nine phoenix coffins, they will inevitably appear."

Bai Xianyu twitched the corner of his mouth lightly for King Yun Zheng's grand-sounding explanation.

Seeing that the two of them refused to let go, King Yun Zheng became anxious, and shouted: "If you don't let go today, I will...I will be killed on this coffin!"

After saying that, he really wanted to rush up and was stopped by the guards.

Bai Xianyu sighed, Didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Shizi's face turned dark.

It is also a shame to have such a dad.

King Yun Zheng pointed at his son angrily and cursed: "This king is dead, and that is the trouble caused by your unscrupulous descendants. At that time, how will you face your ancestors and ancestors? You are sincerely looking forward to your father's death... …"

Shi Zi was scolded bloody.

Looking at the people watching the theater around, he angrily turned his head and plunged into the courtyard: "It's up to you."

Watching the son leave, King Yun Zheng gave up with cursing.

Then he squeezed out a smile and turned to Bai Xianyu and said, "Master Vermillion Bird, this king's plan is absolutely useful. They must come and fetch such a large coffin. Wouldn't it be beautiful to catch it all at once?"

Bai Xianyu didn't know how to persuade him for a while.

Seeing that the prince was about to kneel again, he quickly said: "Okay, then follow your plan."

Bai Xianyu knew that the prince was already shocked at this moment, even if it was forcibly blocked, it would be of no use, and he could only let the other party toss.

Moreover, in this assassination, they also failed to fulfill their protection duties.

But she thought the same.

How can the thief get such a large coffin? It's impossible to really carry it away in front of them.

"thanks, thanks……"

King Yunzheng breathed a sigh of relief, thanks to cupped fist.

Then eagerly shouted at the guards who carried the coffin: "What are you still waiting for? Go!"

As a result, everyone marched forward vigorously.

...

Smooth journey.

When everyone carried the coffin to the shore of Yuexin Lake, it was already in the afternoon, and the weather was extremely sultry.

Moon Lake is not big.

The entire lake is like a mirror, reflecting the sky and clouds.

On the shore of the lake, weeping willows Yiyi.

Bai Xianyu first let the Dark Guardian look around, looking at the clear lake, her eyebrows under the mask frowned from time to time.

It's strange, why the coffin should be placed here.

The woman was puzzled.

"They said that they had sunk Jiufeng's coffin to the bottom of Yuexin Lake. The lake is not very deep."

The prince looked at the lake and said in a low voice. "Let's put the coffin down first, hide it in the dark and wait for them, and then we will catch them all at once, and then we will fish up the coffin of Jiufeng."

Bai Xianyu didn't bother to discuss with him.

Facing the woman's indifferent attitude, the prince smiled awkwardly, and then motioned to the guards to push the Jiufeng Coffin down the lake.

Puff--

Water splashed, and the wrapped heavy coffin slowly entered the lake.

Soon he completely sank into the lake and disappeared.

The prince wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, and kept muttering: "This way the assassin shouldn't be there anymore, I hope I can sleep peacefully tonight."

Bai Xianyu looked at the gradually calming lake, faintly felt something was wrong in his heart, but couldn't tell.

With such a large coffin sinking into the bottom of the water, there are no ships or hidden ropes around it. How can the enemy move away?

She stared hard at the lake, her eyes like sharp knives.

Gradually, she vaguely saw that there seemed to be four stone pillars in the lake.

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